Sorry ahead of time about the OOCness, I am new to the fandom, but I'm in love with this classic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth or anything related to it, except the special edition DVD. Labyrinth is property of Jim Henson Co. If I owned Labyrinth, Jareth would be mine and I'd be drooling over him, instead of writing this crap…obviously the T-rating is for my language...on with the show:
Six years later…
Sarah heard a hesitant knock on her front door, thinking who it could be at two in the afternoon. Her dog, Guinevere, immediately started barking at the door.
"Gwen, quiet!" Sarah yelled.
From the other side of the door, he waited, listening.
"Who is it?"
He doesn't answer, afraid that his voice might waver. She asks again.
"Hello again, Sarah" she froze upon hearing that voice.
She mumbles, "What? Gobl- Jareth?"
"Yes, Sarah, are you alright…may I come in.?"
"Um…yes" Sarah opened her door and held it open for him, but, he noticed, she would not face him. Why, he thought.
She closed the front door and turned toward him
"Do you want some tea or something else to drink" she said hurriedly.
"Sarah, relax, tea is fine."
"Ok" was all she said as she slowly made her way to the kitchen. When she came back to the living room with two steaming cups on a tray, she asked, "So, um, why are you here…it's been six years and all of a sudden you show up on my doorstep?"
Jareth noticed that she sat near him, but would not face him, again. "Sarah, I…missed seeing you."
"Yeah right, you can see me anytime you like with your crystals!" she accused.
"I was worried, ok. I haven't been able to see you for three above years! It took me a whole month up here just to find you."
"What do you mean?"
"Sarah, please look at me!" He pleaded.
She flinched, "I can't."
"What do you mean; you can't turn your head ninety degrees to your right?"
"It's not that. I…can look at you, but I can't…see you."
Jareth didn't answer for a moment, until he realized what she meant. "Oh…Sarah I…I didn't know, I'm sorry-"
"How could you know?"
Guinevere barked, deciding to interrupt.
"Gwen, please, quiet. I'm sorry; she's overprotective and doesn't like…strangers. Please Jareth, I don't have all day. I have rehearsals to conduct at the high school. What do you want from me?"
"I don't want anything from you…I just had to make sure you were alright…"
"Why wouldn't I be alright?"
"It's been three years since I was last able to see you."
"What do you mean 'able to' Jareth? What is going on? Are you in trouble? Am…I in danger?" Jareth had become deathly still, afraid at how close to the answer she really was. "Jareth, I know you're still there. I can hear you breathing."
"I do not know how to tell you this…"
To Be Continued...