A/N Alright here it is, the second part. Now, for your own sanity, I have
put the story into chapters. (I hope) . Its rated PG-13 cause it gets a
little hot later on, so if you're not over 13, be advised. I can stop you
from reading it, I can only warn you ^_^. And also the spelling and
grammar, I read over this three times, but sometimes I read right over my
mistakes.
When you see.( ) it means what was said by another person. EX " He said I
couldn't go tot the party,( It's a school night), so I had to stay home."
This { } means a A/N from me, not many but there is some there.
~ this mean talking in some ones head, like a telepathic.
And a special thank you, and dedication of this story to, Shadow_girl, Akhana, Lady Fae, Azhz the Chupacabra, Ladyrowan2, And Jenny J.- who's review I just read just as I was about to post this.
Disclaimer- I own NOTHING! Just Sydney ^_^
What If II, The Nightmare
By
Melissa (AKA Angel)
Sydney couldn't believe it; she didn't want to believe it. But it was all true, everything. The Labyrinth, the sand, the unicorn, having given up her freedom, everything. Jareth chose to ignore her stares and continued to look out at the sunrise. She looked around at the bed she was sitting in; it was large enough for three other people to sleep in, with room to spare. The sheets were white and so where the pillows, curiously though, there was no cover on the bed only two white satin sheets.
Almost at once, a pounding headache made itself known. Sydney held her aching head in her hands, and looked over at the Goblin King. He was still staring out at the window; the rising sun turned his hair to fire. His face was calm and pleased; Sydney was so angry with him that she wanted to bash his head in. He had again changed his clothes, this time he wore black pants and deep blue knee length boots, a red poets shirt, with the same gold talisman peeking out thought the opening. A black leather jacket and cape completed the ensemble, with, of course, black leather gloves.
Stealing a glance around the room, Sydney saw a grand fireplace. Two beautiful chairs stood next to it, with a small table between them. A large wardrobe was set at the far wall along with a vanity table, complete with a large mirror. All this, along with other little furnishings around the room, where made of dark woods. Strange and funny goblins where carved into every available space on the furniture. A bedside table held a crystal vase with a beautiful arrangement of flowers in it. And books, books where everywhere.
There was a sudden movement out of the corner of Sydney's eyes. Whipping her attention back to Jareth, he was moving away from the window.
" Where the Hell am I? " she asked.
" You know very well -" he started, but was cut off by Sydney's shouts.
" Yes! I know where I am! " She winced, as her headache grew worse from her shouts. She lowered her voice and continued, " In the Underground, in your Labyrinth, at your castle, but now where am I?"
Jareth sat at the corner of the bed and smiled, " Your in your quarters."
" My quarters? " Sydney was slightly confused for a moment, though she did not know why.
Jareth held his hands out, " Why yes.that is, if you prefer to stay in my quarters with me.well that can be arranged." The glint in his eyes, and the arrogant smile brought back more memories for Sydney. Blushing slightly she shook her head, careful to not worsen the headache. " No? Pity " Jareth sighed.
" Jerk " Sydney whispered.
Jareth scoffed, " It appears that a few hours rest did not improve your mood. " He said as he stood up off the bed.
" Though it appears that the rest has been good for you." She shot back. The pale skin, the dark circles under his eyes, any sign of fatigue from the day before, where gone.
Jareth turned sharply to meet her eyes, his cape swished dramatically behind him. " True," he said, giving her another gorgeous smile. " I tend to recover quickly, and it is quit easier with just you around."
Just her, Sydney felt a jolt of loneliness as she remembered that she was here all by herself. Sighing, she massaged her temples, she whimpered slightly at the pain. She wanted the headache to leave. She hoped that it would not last long; she highly doubted that there was Tylenol in the Underground. Jareth stepped up to her and with an elegant hand, raised her head to look her in the eyes.
"You are not well." It was not a question; his smile was replaced by a look of slight concern.
Sydney shook her head even though Jareth was still holding her, not able to rip her eyes from his mismatched ones. "No, I..I have a headache." Jareth nodded and gently pulled her out of bed. He walked her over to a door that Sydney did not notice before. Jareth opened it and pulled her in. It was a bathroom, looking strangely like any other Aboveground. The only difference was the bathtub was huge, and made of what looked to be wood. In fact everything in the bathroom was made of the same dark wood as her room. And as before, every available space was carved with goblins.
Glowing lights where hovering at the ceiling, casting a soft warm glow around the room. The atmosphere almost made Sydney want to fall back asleep.almost. Unfortunately the soft light and close quarters of the room only heightened that fact that the Goblin King was standing next to her, and he seemed to know it. Though , thankfully he did not act on it. Instead he left her in the room, instructing her to bathe so she would feel better. (" And wash off that damn fairy dust. ") He backed out of the room, not once taking his eyes of her until he softly shut the door.
After a moment Sydney convinced herself that Jareth was not going to come back in, and stripped and got into the tub. The taps were carved goblin heads, with large ogling eyes. 'Who ever had made this place sure had a sick sense of humor.' She thought. As the tub filled with warm water Sydney allowed her self to relax and she gazed about the room. Many of the carvings on the wall were comical, telling stories of bath times gone wrong. Sydney laughed at one she saw of a plump mother goblin chasing her many children around struggling to get them in the tub. In the soft glow of the light, she could almost see them running around.
With the tub filled Sydney washed all the ' damn fairy dust ' and grime she had picked up from the junkyard. There were many bottles of soap, and all of them were of her favorite sent, peach, and rose. She could feel the headache fade away as she washed. After washing her hair she stepped out of the tub, the water instantly disappeared when she did, and a set of towels appeared on the small table.
After drying and wrapping her hair up in a towel, she noticed that her clothes had disappeared and was replaced by a robe.
" Sydney, have you drowned? " Came Jareth's call behind the door.
Hastily she threw on the robe and unwrapped her hair. Checking to make sure that she at least looked presentable as she could in a robe that barely hit her knees and dripping wet hair. When she was satisfied she slowly opened the door.
Jareth was leaning against the wall next to the door rolling a pair of crystals around in his hands. He turned as she stepped out of the bathroom, the crystals instantly disappearing.
" Well... I thought for sure you had drowned. " He mocked, smiling and crossing his arms.
" Fairy dust is hard to wash off. " she countered, stepping into the room, she soon grew uncomfortable from Jareth's gazes. It took a moment to realize that he was not staring at her chest, but at Zeus's ID tags that were resting on top of the robe.
" Yes it is." He looked down at her a moment longer before sighing and turning away to walk over to a large wardrobe. "Well no matter. my father will be coming to see you this afternoon and you should at least.." he looked behind him at her, dropping his voice, " be presentable. "
Sydney suddenly felt very exposed, as if he could see right though the robe. She crossed her arms and sat on the edge of a chair by the vanity table. " What did you have in mind? "
Jareth turned back around and opened the doors to the wardrobe, showing off a dozen or so, brightly colored dresses.
" What!.." Sydney jumped out of the chair. " Oh there is no way I'm going to wear full length skirts, a corset, and all that lacey stuff.I don't live in the Victorian age! Those dresses have to weigh at least twenty-five pounds."
Jareth shrugged, " It's either this or that robe. " He said simply, " and I'm sure my father will just love to meet you wearing nothing at all. " he laughed at her shocked expression. Sydney growled in frustration and grabbed a brush off the vanity table and ran it though her hair, pulling out the knots and tangles.
Sydney had heard about what corsets did to the body, forcing the ribs inward, causing the organs to shift and mashing against the lungs, forcing the person to breath in short breaths. Contorting the ribs permanently. No thank you, Sydney could find much less painful ways of deforming herself. ' oh I wish I could just have my own clothes.' Just as this thought left her mind, she heard Jareth gasp behind her. Turning she saw Jareth close his eyes and breathe out slowly.
" You don't waist time, do you Sydney. " He said slowly, opening his eyes to look at her. his face was relaxed and a slight smile showed it's self. " your first wish it seems, saved you from a embarrassing first meeting. "
Sydney didn't have a clue about what he was talking about, until he stepped away from the wardrobe, showing that all the dresses had disappeared and was replaced by everything that was in her closet at home. " What happened, I don't understand." She said as she stepped up to the wardrobe. She spotted all her jeans and favorite shirts and even her own poet shirts that she decided she was never going to wear around Jareth.
" You wished for them. " Said Jareth simply, as if that answered it.
" Explain. " Sydney called out, for she was still rummaging for her favorite pheasant shirt. Jareth sighed, he walked over to her and places a hand on the doors and leaned on them. " I will explain everything at breakfast, I'm sure your starving. "
Pausing for a moment Sydney realized she was indeed starving, she hadn't eaten in twenty hours. That would explain the massive headache she had. " Okay. " was all she said as she dove deeper into the wardrobe and finally finding what she was looking for.
" Great, I'll be right outside." Said Jareth, giving Sydney a bow, and a kiss on the palm before heading out the door.
************************************************************************ A/N Alright there's chapter 1 , now a warning, Jareth may be WAY out of character later on, but as I see it, his arrogant ways 24/7 is just a show for the victims of the Labyrinth.
I went to scout out all of my collage classes today, and as I was doing so I thought- " Hey I should start posting my story before collage starts or I might not get around to it at all." So thank the school jitters for getting this posted. The next chapter should be posted later today. Oh, PLEASE review.
And a special thank you, and dedication of this story to, Shadow_girl, Akhana, Lady Fae, Azhz the Chupacabra, Ladyrowan2, And Jenny J.- who's review I just read just as I was about to post this.
Disclaimer- I own NOTHING! Just Sydney ^_^
What If II, The Nightmare
By
Melissa (AKA Angel)
Sydney couldn't believe it; she didn't want to believe it. But it was all true, everything. The Labyrinth, the sand, the unicorn, having given up her freedom, everything. Jareth chose to ignore her stares and continued to look out at the sunrise. She looked around at the bed she was sitting in; it was large enough for three other people to sleep in, with room to spare. The sheets were white and so where the pillows, curiously though, there was no cover on the bed only two white satin sheets.
Almost at once, a pounding headache made itself known. Sydney held her aching head in her hands, and looked over at the Goblin King. He was still staring out at the window; the rising sun turned his hair to fire. His face was calm and pleased; Sydney was so angry with him that she wanted to bash his head in. He had again changed his clothes, this time he wore black pants and deep blue knee length boots, a red poets shirt, with the same gold talisman peeking out thought the opening. A black leather jacket and cape completed the ensemble, with, of course, black leather gloves.
Stealing a glance around the room, Sydney saw a grand fireplace. Two beautiful chairs stood next to it, with a small table between them. A large wardrobe was set at the far wall along with a vanity table, complete with a large mirror. All this, along with other little furnishings around the room, where made of dark woods. Strange and funny goblins where carved into every available space on the furniture. A bedside table held a crystal vase with a beautiful arrangement of flowers in it. And books, books where everywhere.
There was a sudden movement out of the corner of Sydney's eyes. Whipping her attention back to Jareth, he was moving away from the window.
" Where the Hell am I? " she asked.
" You know very well -" he started, but was cut off by Sydney's shouts.
" Yes! I know where I am! " She winced, as her headache grew worse from her shouts. She lowered her voice and continued, " In the Underground, in your Labyrinth, at your castle, but now where am I?"
Jareth sat at the corner of the bed and smiled, " Your in your quarters."
" My quarters? " Sydney was slightly confused for a moment, though she did not know why.
Jareth held his hands out, " Why yes.that is, if you prefer to stay in my quarters with me.well that can be arranged." The glint in his eyes, and the arrogant smile brought back more memories for Sydney. Blushing slightly she shook her head, careful to not worsen the headache. " No? Pity " Jareth sighed.
" Jerk " Sydney whispered.
Jareth scoffed, " It appears that a few hours rest did not improve your mood. " He said as he stood up off the bed.
" Though it appears that the rest has been good for you." She shot back. The pale skin, the dark circles under his eyes, any sign of fatigue from the day before, where gone.
Jareth turned sharply to meet her eyes, his cape swished dramatically behind him. " True," he said, giving her another gorgeous smile. " I tend to recover quickly, and it is quit easier with just you around."
Just her, Sydney felt a jolt of loneliness as she remembered that she was here all by herself. Sighing, she massaged her temples, she whimpered slightly at the pain. She wanted the headache to leave. She hoped that it would not last long; she highly doubted that there was Tylenol in the Underground. Jareth stepped up to her and with an elegant hand, raised her head to look her in the eyes.
"You are not well." It was not a question; his smile was replaced by a look of slight concern.
Sydney shook her head even though Jareth was still holding her, not able to rip her eyes from his mismatched ones. "No, I..I have a headache." Jareth nodded and gently pulled her out of bed. He walked her over to a door that Sydney did not notice before. Jareth opened it and pulled her in. It was a bathroom, looking strangely like any other Aboveground. The only difference was the bathtub was huge, and made of what looked to be wood. In fact everything in the bathroom was made of the same dark wood as her room. And as before, every available space was carved with goblins.
Glowing lights where hovering at the ceiling, casting a soft warm glow around the room. The atmosphere almost made Sydney want to fall back asleep.almost. Unfortunately the soft light and close quarters of the room only heightened that fact that the Goblin King was standing next to her, and he seemed to know it. Though , thankfully he did not act on it. Instead he left her in the room, instructing her to bathe so she would feel better. (" And wash off that damn fairy dust. ") He backed out of the room, not once taking his eyes of her until he softly shut the door.
After a moment Sydney convinced herself that Jareth was not going to come back in, and stripped and got into the tub. The taps were carved goblin heads, with large ogling eyes. 'Who ever had made this place sure had a sick sense of humor.' She thought. As the tub filled with warm water Sydney allowed her self to relax and she gazed about the room. Many of the carvings on the wall were comical, telling stories of bath times gone wrong. Sydney laughed at one she saw of a plump mother goblin chasing her many children around struggling to get them in the tub. In the soft glow of the light, she could almost see them running around.
With the tub filled Sydney washed all the ' damn fairy dust ' and grime she had picked up from the junkyard. There were many bottles of soap, and all of them were of her favorite sent, peach, and rose. She could feel the headache fade away as she washed. After washing her hair she stepped out of the tub, the water instantly disappeared when she did, and a set of towels appeared on the small table.
After drying and wrapping her hair up in a towel, she noticed that her clothes had disappeared and was replaced by a robe.
" Sydney, have you drowned? " Came Jareth's call behind the door.
Hastily she threw on the robe and unwrapped her hair. Checking to make sure that she at least looked presentable as she could in a robe that barely hit her knees and dripping wet hair. When she was satisfied she slowly opened the door.
Jareth was leaning against the wall next to the door rolling a pair of crystals around in his hands. He turned as she stepped out of the bathroom, the crystals instantly disappearing.
" Well... I thought for sure you had drowned. " He mocked, smiling and crossing his arms.
" Fairy dust is hard to wash off. " she countered, stepping into the room, she soon grew uncomfortable from Jareth's gazes. It took a moment to realize that he was not staring at her chest, but at Zeus's ID tags that were resting on top of the robe.
" Yes it is." He looked down at her a moment longer before sighing and turning away to walk over to a large wardrobe. "Well no matter. my father will be coming to see you this afternoon and you should at least.." he looked behind him at her, dropping his voice, " be presentable. "
Sydney suddenly felt very exposed, as if he could see right though the robe. She crossed her arms and sat on the edge of a chair by the vanity table. " What did you have in mind? "
Jareth turned back around and opened the doors to the wardrobe, showing off a dozen or so, brightly colored dresses.
" What!.." Sydney jumped out of the chair. " Oh there is no way I'm going to wear full length skirts, a corset, and all that lacey stuff.I don't live in the Victorian age! Those dresses have to weigh at least twenty-five pounds."
Jareth shrugged, " It's either this or that robe. " He said simply, " and I'm sure my father will just love to meet you wearing nothing at all. " he laughed at her shocked expression. Sydney growled in frustration and grabbed a brush off the vanity table and ran it though her hair, pulling out the knots and tangles.
Sydney had heard about what corsets did to the body, forcing the ribs inward, causing the organs to shift and mashing against the lungs, forcing the person to breath in short breaths. Contorting the ribs permanently. No thank you, Sydney could find much less painful ways of deforming herself. ' oh I wish I could just have my own clothes.' Just as this thought left her mind, she heard Jareth gasp behind her. Turning she saw Jareth close his eyes and breathe out slowly.
" You don't waist time, do you Sydney. " He said slowly, opening his eyes to look at her. his face was relaxed and a slight smile showed it's self. " your first wish it seems, saved you from a embarrassing first meeting. "
Sydney didn't have a clue about what he was talking about, until he stepped away from the wardrobe, showing that all the dresses had disappeared and was replaced by everything that was in her closet at home. " What happened, I don't understand." She said as she stepped up to the wardrobe. She spotted all her jeans and favorite shirts and even her own poet shirts that she decided she was never going to wear around Jareth.
" You wished for them. " Said Jareth simply, as if that answered it.
" Explain. " Sydney called out, for she was still rummaging for her favorite pheasant shirt. Jareth sighed, he walked over to her and places a hand on the doors and leaned on them. " I will explain everything at breakfast, I'm sure your starving. "
Pausing for a moment Sydney realized she was indeed starving, she hadn't eaten in twenty hours. That would explain the massive headache she had. " Okay. " was all she said as she dove deeper into the wardrobe and finally finding what she was looking for.
" Great, I'll be right outside." Said Jareth, giving Sydney a bow, and a kiss on the palm before heading out the door.
************************************************************************ A/N Alright there's chapter 1 , now a warning, Jareth may be WAY out of character later on, but as I see it, his arrogant ways 24/7 is just a show for the victims of the Labyrinth.
I went to scout out all of my collage classes today, and as I was doing so I thought- " Hey I should start posting my story before collage starts or I might not get around to it at all." So thank the school jitters for getting this posted. The next chapter should be posted later today. Oh, PLEASE review.
