After watching a few music videos of Labyrinth on YouTube, I found a particularly amazing one by gypsyfirestorm, to Within Temptation's lovely song "Somewhere".
Quite an inspiration, Miss gypsyfirestorm. Quite. Your video was epic, by the way, and I watch it often. The song really reminds me of Sarah and Jareth. Thanks for making it and introducing me to an amazing song.
If you're a fan of Labyrinth music videos, I highly recommend it.
One-shot. JarethxSarah. Enjoy and, please, if you really enjoyed it, review it!
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Somewhere
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Hesitantly, Sarah opened the package and removed a cigarette. She glared at it, imagining it as a scared critter that would, if she just stared hard enough, scamper away from her hand.
But it didn't.
And as she fought with the lighter before finally earning a spark and then took that first puff, he didn't show up. Again.
It was a common occurrence in the past two years since… that event.
The first week after her daring rescue of her younger brother, it was easy to look back on her journey triumphantly.
The second week became harder. She began to wonder if it was all a dream and consistently struggled with the idea that a man loved her from another world.
The third week broke the candle stick, however, when she became fed up and wanted that attention back.
Although it was possible to communicate with her old friends, she couldn't return to that place she had run away from, and decided she would return, no matter what.
The attempts were endless for weeks - trying to wish herself back, trying to wish herself back with her brother in her arms, trying to wish herself back during a brewing storm, and even trying to wish herself back while crying in bed at night.
But they were always unsuccessful.
A year passed.
Then a second year.
And she still had no idea what to do.
But knowing that Jareth was a rather predictable force seemed to help and she decided she would simply have to lure him out of his castle.
At first, Sarah only visited the park where she had seen the owl that long time ago every few days at random times, but then she decided to pinpoint it.
For the past two weeks, from 6 until 8 at night, she would loiter on the stone bridge at the park and search for the white owl's mismatched eyes.
Now, she was becoming desperate.
'If this doesn't make him come out,' she thought. 'I don't know what I'll do.'
She took another puff of the cigarette and began coughing immediately after. Sarah was never into smoking, but her logic was definitely genius – Jareth wouldn't stand to watch her kill herself by smoking cigarettes….
Surely he would appear and tell her not to in his cocky, arrogant voice.
….Wouldn't he?
Since her adventures two years ago, she hadn't seen or heard of Jareth, and apparently, neither had her old friends. Sarah was worried for him.
Inside, she could feel a shell already formed around her bruised heart, and she knew that, if anyone, she was the one who had made those bruises. She was the one who beat herself.
Not anyone else.
By the end of the cigarette, Sarah felt light headed. She took out another one, attempted to light it, failed several times, and threw them both onto the ground in frustration. Tears began to form rapidly. She bit her bottom lip.
'It's not fair,' she complained in her mind. 'I've tried so hard and he still won't come out. Doesn't he see how… how….'
"It's not fair," she mumbled aloud, placing her elbows on her knees and her face into her palms. "I just need to know what happened…."
The bell on the large clock tower began to ring. 8 o'clock.
It was time to let him go.
"I was wondering the same."
Slowly, Sarah lifted her head and looked straight ahead. She was baffled to see the Goblin King standing less than three feet away. Looking around, she was inside of his castle… sitting on his throne….
"H-how…?"
"Did you really think I would appear before you in the middle of a park?"
Thinking about it, Sarah knew it was worth at least a small laugh, but couldn't muster it.
"No, no," she muttered instead, placing her face into her hands again. "You can't be real."
"That was what you used to think of me as well," he said, his hands on his hips as he watched her. "Until I came before you, as I am doing now, for a second and final time, Sarah."
She shivered and struggled to hide it.
"You called for me often," Jareth began to explain. "I did as you said – I had no power over you – and I could not answer your calls. I have the power to, yes, but how am I to answer to a spoiled girl like you who had no trouble denying me and then begged for me to return to you? Do you honestly think I would answer to that call again?"
Sarah said nothing. She clamped her lips together. They were sticky from the tears that had moved like an unpredictable river down her cheeks.
He paced back and forth through his throne room, never taking his eyes off of the person who still, even after all they had been through, kept a tight grip on his heart.
Jareth stopped in front of her again after finding words. "It's not fair, Sarah, for me to have to stay here by your will and watch you want me. I did it for you. If you hadn't denied me, I would have… I…"
He placed a gloved hand over his eyes. Sarah wiped her face with her shirt sleeve and looked up, curious as to why he stopped speaking. The room was silent.
"You," he said, keeping his eyes concealed by his hand. "Did not want me in your life. I did as you asked of me, Sarah, now why… why are you making this so difficult for me again?"
"I'm sorry," she replied quietly, staring at the floor. "I'll stop."
"Don't," Jareth hissed. "Please, continue to want me, but don't deny me. Never deny me. Let me have you."
Removing his hand from his face, he formed a crystal ball and held it to Sarah with lifeless eyes. She looked up at him.
"I offered you this crystal once. I told you what you could have. You know it all and I will not repeat myself. Sarah, you have tormented me for too long, and all I can do is offer you this crystal again. Whatever your choice, I will… obey. But you cannot beg for my presence anymore… never again," he sighed and handed her the crystal, beginning to fade away as he stepped back from her. "At midnight tonight, I will return to you one last time… for your answer."
The room began to spin around her rapidly. Sarah held still, but became frantic, and watched as Jareth's throne room that made him the Goblin King transformed into her bedroom laced with stuffed animals that made her only boring, normal, dreamy Sarah Williams.
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I suppose I will have to write another chapter. Suspense is our best friend, readers. The more reviews, the more motivation I'll get, so please (just so I can finish this satisfactorily), review this and give me your honest opinion. The longer the review is the better!
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