Be Careful what you Wish For
Wait a minute, hold the phone. I'm actually here, writing something that isn't a complete humor fic? Dear Lord, another sign of the apocalypse. That's right, folks, the Emmy is back with something actually quasi-serious. Heaven help us all.
Anyway, yes, this is a J/S story; don't be fooled by the first chapter focusing on an original character. I swear, it will make sense later. Hopefully, anyway, 'cause when does anything I do ever make sense? Anyhow, hope you enjoy this story of mine, and remember to review!
Disclaimer: The Labyrinth, and anything pertaining to it, doesn't belong to me. Neither does anything else I might mention that you know I don't own. I do own Sparrow, and her screen-name of Sparrow Whistler, however. If you want to use either, please ask my permission first, please.
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Chapter 1: But I didn't even make a wish!
"Ommm…Ommm…okay, meditating not working…" Sparrow sighed, and stretched her legs out from the lotus position they had been in. Her legs were starting to fall asleep, and besides, the computer desk was too small for her to sit like that.
"All I need is one little idea. Nothing big. I'll take a one-shot humor fic. A song-fic even! No? Bastards." She sighed, rolling hazel brown-gray eyes to the ceiling. Her well of imagination was dry. It was drought season, and no rain of inspiration in sight.
Slumping in the computer chair in defeat, she closed her Microsoft Word, which had been blank for the last hour or so. She decided to surf over to fanfiction.net, and maybe find some inspiration among the fics. She checked her reviews, under her name of 'Sparrow Whistler'. Sadly enough, that was her real name, not that anyone would believe it. I mean, what parents are cruel enough (or whimsical enough, depending on your point of view) to name a kid Sparrow? Well, hers, for one.
And no new reviews. Ah well. She hadn't written anything new lately, so no wonder the reviews weren't pouring in.
Sparrow's work consisted of a few romantic fics, and some humor stuff, mostly for one of her favorite movies, Labyrinth. Speaking of which, that section was her next destination.
"Jeez, nothing new in. Hardly anyone updates anymore." Hence one of the reasons she was trying to write something new, though so far not succeeding. That, and she was an admitted 'review whore'. What could she say? Sparrow had low self-esteem, and good reviews did help her ego.
"So, Pinky, that does pose the question of what we shall do now, to pass the time." Yes, Sparrow talked to herself. Quite a lot, actually. Having been home-schooled since the fourth grade (she was a senior now), she hadn't known a lot of other kids growing up, and had to learn to amuse herself. What ended up happening was an unbreakable habit of talking to herself. Nothing psychotic, just mostly thinking out loud, or adding some quip or comment to a fic she was reading, and cracking herself up. Odd she was, sure, but not schizophrenic. Not last time she checked, anyway.
Running a hand through her thick hair, of a color she had yet to determine a name for. Sort of an auburn-y color, was her best so far, but with pale blonde highlights here and there from her earlier, and lighter, years. Thanks to genetics, her hair was thick, mostly due to it being in wavy curls from her ears down to where it was cut, just above her shoulders. Looked nice when she bothered to do anything with it, but hell to work with.
"Maybe I should just wish myself away, and be done with it." She said, snorting. Never mind she wasn't exactly sure it worked that way. The only baby she had to wish away, though, was her niece Emily. And she loved that kid too much to even think about it. Not like it'd probably work, anyway. Sure, she believed, in the back of her mind anyway, that places like the Underground existed. But it was easier to believe, without actually trying the words, and having the disappointment when they inevitably didn't work, because those either weren't the 'right words' after all, or the Goblin King was busy elsewhere.
Yeah, she wouldn't be going to the Labyrinth anytime soon.
If only she knew how wrong she was.
"What you're doing, Sparrow, is over-thinking things. Again. Must learn to curb that habit." Damn, she was bored. And hungry. Time for a snack. And a soda, she needed a Dr Pepper caffeine injection, STAT!
Pulling back the chair, she padded barefoot across the carpet of the family room, and towards the kitchen. At least, that was the idea. Until her world was turned upside down, (literally; not metaphorically), and she tumbled head over feet, landing hard on a floor that from her landing, she classified as some sort of stonework. Which was not a fun landing, for those wondering. Having put her elbows out to save her nose (and her nice straight teeth, almost three years of braces was –not- about to be wasted!) she knew that she'd have bruises forming on her pale skin. There was only one response, for her predicament.
"Owwww…" Not the most eloquent uttering, but it made the point.
Sparrow was seriously considering letting forth a series of expletives, which would take a while because she knew a good many swear words, when the logical part of her mind started screaming at her.
'Hello, you, falling onto what you think is –stone-, remember? And falling…that was no earthquake; you've known enough of those in California. So that merits the question…what the hell is going on?'
Hesitantly, Sparrow opened her eyes, having just noticed now she'd had them tightly shut. She stood, brushing off dust from her clothes. Finally looking up, her jaw dropped.
She was…no bloody –way-. She was in the throne room. THE throne room, from Labyrinth! She'd seen the movie enough times to know it well, looking out to the pit that had been in the middle. Which meant, that the throne was right behind her. And someone was watching her. She could feel it, that prickly feeling on the back of her neck…someone was watching her.
'You don't think…?'
Sparrow slowly turned to face the throne. If her jaw could have dropped any lower, it would have.
Blonde spiky hair, check. Tights, poet's shirt, and those high boots, check. Mismatched eyes, check. The ability, (and even with all her making fun of him in her humor fics, she'd be the first to admit it) to look so damned sexy? Checkmate.
She was standing, in the throne room, in the castle beyond the goblin city. In the middle of the Labyrinth. And the Goblin King was lounging on his throne, looking at –her-.
Now, you have to know, Sparrow had a very large vocabulary. She'd always been a reader, even when she was younger. So she had a large variety of words, she could choose, as something to say to the Goblin King.
Unfortunately, her large vocabulary went bye-bye, as her mind was in total shock. In doing so, her mouth by-passed her brain completely, and she had no control over what came out of her mouth next.
"Holy Fishsticks on a cracker!"
"Not exactly the response I was expecting." The Goblin King said, smirking that damned sexy smirk.
'Focus, Whistler!'
"Yeah, well, I hardly ever have control over what comes out of my mouth." Sparrow said, glancing around the throne room. "You know, I always knew it would happen someday. I've always been an odd one, I'll admit it. But I figured I'd have a few years yet, ya know?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked her, raising one perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
"Oh, nothing," Sparrow said, waving a hand. "Just that, I've finally gone completely, utterly, irrevocably, and otherwise round the bend…."
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Well, what do you know, an odd beginning from me. Who would've seen that coming? And that's sarcasm, children, for any of you not following. Anyway, I know this is beginning very oddly, but there is a purpose. It's in there somewhere; I'm almost certain, lol. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed this first chapter, and remember…
"Please leave a contribution in the little review box"
Emerald, The Lady Destiny a.k.a. Emmy-chan
Wait a minute, hold the phone. I'm actually here, writing something that isn't a complete humor fic? Dear Lord, another sign of the apocalypse. That's right, folks, the Emmy is back with something actually quasi-serious. Heaven help us all.
Anyway, yes, this is a J/S story; don't be fooled by the first chapter focusing on an original character. I swear, it will make sense later. Hopefully, anyway, 'cause when does anything I do ever make sense? Anyhow, hope you enjoy this story of mine, and remember to review!
Disclaimer: The Labyrinth, and anything pertaining to it, doesn't belong to me. Neither does anything else I might mention that you know I don't own. I do own Sparrow, and her screen-name of Sparrow Whistler, however. If you want to use either, please ask my permission first, please.
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Chapter 1: But I didn't even make a wish!
"Ommm…Ommm…okay, meditating not working…" Sparrow sighed, and stretched her legs out from the lotus position they had been in. Her legs were starting to fall asleep, and besides, the computer desk was too small for her to sit like that.
"All I need is one little idea. Nothing big. I'll take a one-shot humor fic. A song-fic even! No? Bastards." She sighed, rolling hazel brown-gray eyes to the ceiling. Her well of imagination was dry. It was drought season, and no rain of inspiration in sight.
Slumping in the computer chair in defeat, she closed her Microsoft Word, which had been blank for the last hour or so. She decided to surf over to fanfiction.net, and maybe find some inspiration among the fics. She checked her reviews, under her name of 'Sparrow Whistler'. Sadly enough, that was her real name, not that anyone would believe it. I mean, what parents are cruel enough (or whimsical enough, depending on your point of view) to name a kid Sparrow? Well, hers, for one.
And no new reviews. Ah well. She hadn't written anything new lately, so no wonder the reviews weren't pouring in.
Sparrow's work consisted of a few romantic fics, and some humor stuff, mostly for one of her favorite movies, Labyrinth. Speaking of which, that section was her next destination.
"Jeez, nothing new in. Hardly anyone updates anymore." Hence one of the reasons she was trying to write something new, though so far not succeeding. That, and she was an admitted 'review whore'. What could she say? Sparrow had low self-esteem, and good reviews did help her ego.
"So, Pinky, that does pose the question of what we shall do now, to pass the time." Yes, Sparrow talked to herself. Quite a lot, actually. Having been home-schooled since the fourth grade (she was a senior now), she hadn't known a lot of other kids growing up, and had to learn to amuse herself. What ended up happening was an unbreakable habit of talking to herself. Nothing psychotic, just mostly thinking out loud, or adding some quip or comment to a fic she was reading, and cracking herself up. Odd she was, sure, but not schizophrenic. Not last time she checked, anyway.
Running a hand through her thick hair, of a color she had yet to determine a name for. Sort of an auburn-y color, was her best so far, but with pale blonde highlights here and there from her earlier, and lighter, years. Thanks to genetics, her hair was thick, mostly due to it being in wavy curls from her ears down to where it was cut, just above her shoulders. Looked nice when she bothered to do anything with it, but hell to work with.
"Maybe I should just wish myself away, and be done with it." She said, snorting. Never mind she wasn't exactly sure it worked that way. The only baby she had to wish away, though, was her niece Emily. And she loved that kid too much to even think about it. Not like it'd probably work, anyway. Sure, she believed, in the back of her mind anyway, that places like the Underground existed. But it was easier to believe, without actually trying the words, and having the disappointment when they inevitably didn't work, because those either weren't the 'right words' after all, or the Goblin King was busy elsewhere.
Yeah, she wouldn't be going to the Labyrinth anytime soon.
If only she knew how wrong she was.
"What you're doing, Sparrow, is over-thinking things. Again. Must learn to curb that habit." Damn, she was bored. And hungry. Time for a snack. And a soda, she needed a Dr Pepper caffeine injection, STAT!
Pulling back the chair, she padded barefoot across the carpet of the family room, and towards the kitchen. At least, that was the idea. Until her world was turned upside down, (literally; not metaphorically), and she tumbled head over feet, landing hard on a floor that from her landing, she classified as some sort of stonework. Which was not a fun landing, for those wondering. Having put her elbows out to save her nose (and her nice straight teeth, almost three years of braces was –not- about to be wasted!) she knew that she'd have bruises forming on her pale skin. There was only one response, for her predicament.
"Owwww…" Not the most eloquent uttering, but it made the point.
Sparrow was seriously considering letting forth a series of expletives, which would take a while because she knew a good many swear words, when the logical part of her mind started screaming at her.
'Hello, you, falling onto what you think is –stone-, remember? And falling…that was no earthquake; you've known enough of those in California. So that merits the question…what the hell is going on?'
Hesitantly, Sparrow opened her eyes, having just noticed now she'd had them tightly shut. She stood, brushing off dust from her clothes. Finally looking up, her jaw dropped.
She was…no bloody –way-. She was in the throne room. THE throne room, from Labyrinth! She'd seen the movie enough times to know it well, looking out to the pit that had been in the middle. Which meant, that the throne was right behind her. And someone was watching her. She could feel it, that prickly feeling on the back of her neck…someone was watching her.
'You don't think…?'
Sparrow slowly turned to face the throne. If her jaw could have dropped any lower, it would have.
Blonde spiky hair, check. Tights, poet's shirt, and those high boots, check. Mismatched eyes, check. The ability, (and even with all her making fun of him in her humor fics, she'd be the first to admit it) to look so damned sexy? Checkmate.
She was standing, in the throne room, in the castle beyond the goblin city. In the middle of the Labyrinth. And the Goblin King was lounging on his throne, looking at –her-.
Now, you have to know, Sparrow had a very large vocabulary. She'd always been a reader, even when she was younger. So she had a large variety of words, she could choose, as something to say to the Goblin King.
Unfortunately, her large vocabulary went bye-bye, as her mind was in total shock. In doing so, her mouth by-passed her brain completely, and she had no control over what came out of her mouth next.
"Holy Fishsticks on a cracker!"
"Not exactly the response I was expecting." The Goblin King said, smirking that damned sexy smirk.
'Focus, Whistler!'
"Yeah, well, I hardly ever have control over what comes out of my mouth." Sparrow said, glancing around the throne room. "You know, I always knew it would happen someday. I've always been an odd one, I'll admit it. But I figured I'd have a few years yet, ya know?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked her, raising one perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
"Oh, nothing," Sparrow said, waving a hand. "Just that, I've finally gone completely, utterly, irrevocably, and otherwise round the bend…."
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Well, what do you know, an odd beginning from me. Who would've seen that coming? And that's sarcasm, children, for any of you not following. Anyway, I know this is beginning very oddly, but there is a purpose. It's in there somewhere; I'm almost certain, lol. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed this first chapter, and remember…
"Please leave a contribution in the little review box"
Emerald, The Lady Destiny a.k.a. Emmy-chan