Labyrinth Fanfiction
Sarah is now 25, and is living her childhood dream; she is a well known actor on stage. But what happens when she finds a music box with a haunting melody from her past? SarahxJareth. Jareth and Sarah may be slightly OOC, this is my first try
Sarah walked down the hall, the skirt of her dress sweeping behind her as she headed towards her dressing room. Why was it that every time she thought she had escaped it, the past came rushing back? She had made it as an actress onstage, usually acting in fairytales or plays with a strong fantasy theme. Love stories were her favorite.
She may have grown up from that young, childish child, but she had never let go of her fairytales. She felt like laughing every time she remembered how she was at fifteen. Oh, how melodramatic she was! She was asked to wash the dishes, and she'd grumble to herself about being a slave for an hour!
Unfortunately, as well as keeping her fairytales, it seemed she was destined to keep her past as well. Just when she thought she had left it b, to just forget it, her manager had informed her of a play he had signed her up to; the Labyrinth. She felt like laughing and crying at the same time; she was to act as herself. The name was different of course, but it was still the role that she had lived, ten years ago. Of course the only one's who knew that were Toby, though he was too young at the time to remember it, Jareth, but he wasn't about to tell anybody, at least not anybody mortal, and herself.
Sarah sighed. At least she would act well; all she had to do is remember her own experience. She tugged at the sleeve of her dress nervously. She was wearing a dress similar to the one of that fateful day, when she was acting in the park. She had fussed a ridiculous amount over every little detail; although she would have rather not be reminded of her time in the labyrinth, she couldn't stand seeing things inaccurate. Finally, it had looked as close as it could possibly get to the real thing.
'Ludo', 'Sir Didymus' and 'Hoggle' were slightly off, and 'Jareth' wasn't as frightening or as handsome as the real – wait. She did not just think that. Sarah shook her head sharply, pushing her way into her room.
She sat down at her dressing table and glared at her reflection wearing the heavy – and annoying – make-up, before she noticed the music box. She picked it up, marveling at its beauty.
It was covered in pale cream silk embroidered with small pale pink and purple flowers. At the front it had a large centerpiece of embroidery featuring beautiful pink and purple tulips. To finish it off, it had intricate gold edging.
Although she was surprised at the quality of the music box, she was not surprised it was here. It was well known amongst her fans that she had acquired a love of music boxes.
She located the key and wound the box up, sighing as a beautiful – yet strangely haunting and familiar – tune drifted out. She began to hum along, but memory intruded and she sat upright, gazing at the box in fear as she remembered just where she had heard the tune.
~Flashback~
"Toby!" she shouted, watching the baby crawl up some stairs, as she desperately tried to find a way to him in the puzzle that was the Escher room. She took off, trying to block out that damned voice. Jareth was singing, his beautiful voice cutting through her every thought, making it next to impossible to think.
She wanted the singing to stop, yet she wished for it to continue. His words, filled with anger, pain and something else she couldn't identify cut her, and she became even more desperate as she felt her resolve slipping. Time was running out.
~End flashback~
Sarah was jolted out of her daydream, and she blinked at the mirror, wondering what had distracted her. She could still hear Jareth's voice singing in her head… her eyes widened and she whirled around, coming face to face with the very man who haunted her thoughts.
"Hello Sarah" Jareth said quietly Sarah shrunk back into her chair, terrified, but with a sharp mental shake she gathered her wits. He had no power over her. She must remember that.
"What do you want?" she asked, relieved that her voice was relatively steady.
"It's been such a long time" Jareth began
"Ten years"
"Yes. And I decided I'd visit to see how you're getting along. Do you like my present?"
"It's a lot better than the crystal ball you offered me that night. Or the ones you kept leaving on my pillow all the time"
"Each of you birthdays. You've still got them, haven't you?" Jareth said, stalking towards her. Sarah stood up, not wanting to be trapped in the chair. She took refuge behind the desk she sat at to read. Jareth simply laughed. "You can't escape from me Sarah"
"You have no power over me" She said, her voice wavering. Jareth frowned suddenly, scaring Sarah out of her wits.
"I know" he said in a low voice.
Sarah closed her eyes in relief. When she opened them, Jareth was gone. She looked around the room, then behind her, expecting him to be somewhere she couldn't see him, but he was really gone. Just then, a knock came on the door, "five minutes miss" a stage hand called. Sarah took a deep breath, and sent herself into the state of mind of when she was fifteen.
Chapter One
"Well I guess I'll go down"
Sarah was in the 'hole' with the helping hands, which were really extra's with their hands through holes in the wood. A few of them were actors, who would speak when the hands made the faces. The play was going beautifully, and Sarah was starting to forget about her encounter with Jareth.
"She chose down!" one of the hand 'faces' said.
"Was that wrong?" Sarah asked.
"Too late now" another 'face' said.
She was lowered into the mock oubliette a great deal more gently than she had been in real life.