Disclaimer: The following is an old Labyrinth fan fiction I wrote for a Labyrinth fan fiction group years. Labyrinth belongs to Henson. Most, if not all, of the Labyrinth fan fiction I am going to post here is at least ten years old, if not older. You will see the original dates they were written placed into these documents. These fan fictions predate the canon of Return to Labyrinth.
This particular story had been co-written by Brianna. I think it'll be blatantly obvious which of us had written which part. At the time I wrote this I had been using a nickname of Raven.
To: .
Subject: [labyfic] Face to Face Part 1
From: "Brianna Alicia Becerra" aradia_
Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2000 17:02:45 PST
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Face to Face,Part 1
*Writers note-I have to thank my friends Raven for the idea of this and I am
waiting fir the next part. Also thanks to the Aol labyritnh rpg I love ya
all and to Jade,Aurelia,Fairybite,Lisa and Aften.I love you all!!!Um don't
own Robin:pouts:nor do I own Jareth or the Cenobites or anything related to
Hellraiser-all I own is Aradia..*
Aradia was in her room,angry at who else but her father. 'He always does
this to me!' the beautiful girl snarled. Always!She truely didn't understand
what he had agenst her soulmate,Robin Goodfellow.
Sighing the girl pushed herself off her bed and frowned into the mirror
beside her was intresting living by course not dealing
with Angelique was a major plus but she missed her father's was
always someone there to talk to or to laugh at.
The girl was considering getting up when in a rain of glitter,her father
groaned,.Not again,she didn't want to deal with him. Until
recently like say,two years ago he had never acknowlaged her
even when Angelique and that boy toy of hers were tortouring someone.
The girl sat up on her bed and looked at her looked nothibng
alike,she taking after her mother with her long dark hair and dark
cleared his throat.
"Why is it,that i feel like I can't talk to you?Ever since you started to
see him you have changed and not for the good know what I think?I
think he is a bad influnce on you."
One of Aradia's eyebrows went up and her eyes darkened. "Excuse me?Talk
about wasn't there my entire life?And than you come and expect
me to listen to everyword you say?I think not.I feel insulted." Here the
girl sniffed softly and tossed back her shinning mane of chesnut hair back.
Jareth was still for a second as he watched his oldest daughter. "I just
wish that you would listen to never listen to anyone but your Aunt
Christine or you Aunt Envy or him.I love you and I want the best for you and
frankly I don't think he is it."
Aradia sighed and traced a lock of her dark all of a sudden stood
up and walked gracefully over to her father and hugged him. He tilted her
head up and she looked at him,smiling.
"What is it Jeri said once?That I must be alowed to make my own
mistakes?Daddy,Im not a child,Im 17 I know what Im doing." Jareth smiled and
kissed her cheek. "Sometimes worries me the and when
I don't think you love me."
The girl took a step back,her eyes looking hurt. "How can you say I don't
love you father?I do,more so than Ill ever love Angelique." Jareth smiled.
"I can't help it,I just don't want to admit to myself that my little girl is
growing up." Aradia laughed softly.
"Ah but father..that was bound to happen in time." At this Aradia yawned
and sat back on the was feeling rather weak. Ever since she had
decided to hunt down as many cenobites as possible and to destory the
puzzleboxs,she had been to that,that she hadn't seen Puck and it
was no wonder she was depressed lately.
The girl curled up and than opened her eyes sleeppily to look for her
bended down and kissed his daughters smiled and
yawned again,closing her eyes.
To: .
Subject: [labyfic] Face to Face Part 2
From:
Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2000 19:36:31 EST
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This is the second part of face to face which is exactly the same
really as what Aradia has posted only I have done it over from the opposite
perspective.
Enjoy.
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I sighed deeply. I held the small, transparent crystal sphere up in the
light. I could see her image quite clearly. She was maturing all too
rapidly but no parent; not even myself can stop the gradual mental evolution
and the individual development of their child. Aradia sat alone in her
bedchamber. She was rather cross with me from what I could tell by her
facial expression. When was she not cross with me for some reason or
another? I was only trying to look out for her well being despite what she
thought of me. I was not deliberately trying to torment her. I never had
meant to hurt her. I was simply trying to protect her. She was my daughter
after all. She had no idea what she was getting herself in to, just what she
was involving herself in.
"He always does this to me!" She snarled to no one in particular.
I suspect that she could sense that I was watching her. She was under the
assumption, as she is often quick to assume that I was trying to make her
suffer. She had the peculiar belief that I was intent upon destroying any
and al romantic relationships she could have. The fact of the matter is that
my daughter has the fantastical notion stuck in her head that her soul mate
is none other but the mischief making, fairy court jester, Puck, otherwise
known as Robin Goodfellow. She has an ideal for what she wishes for her
perfect love to be. So desperate she is for a love that is true that she has
formed an illusion in her mind that this low-level fairy is precisely it.
She has more of a love of the idea of being in love then she could truly be
in love.
She does not have the imagination to grasp the true nature of that
being that she wants to, that she believes that she is in love with. She
deserves far better then that. She is an innocent child and he is a selfish,
deceptive, reckless being. Puck is a trickster. His existence is to confuse
and amuse. He is a brat. His only pleasure is taken in tormenting
defenseless mortals and teaching them lessons about themselves through cruel
trickery, distorting their idle and poorly thought out wishes and exposing
them to warning-less and sudden exposures of magick. He is simply far too
much like myself for her own good! She just does not understand that I
only want the best for her. I am afraid for her. I worry that the capturing
of her heart may just be another flight of fancy for him and once he has won
the game in capturing her heart he may just move on again, shattering my
darling's fragile spirits. And I cannot stand the idea of her being hurt so
by one such as him.
She sighed as she stepped off of the bed. She walked over to her
mirror that hung on the wall just a few feet away. She frowned at her own
reflection. Had she been crying again? It appeared so. Her eyes were in
deed very red and swollen from her tears. This tore at my heart.
She liked her freedom. She cherished it just as I had always
cherished mine. She was living on her own now in a quaint little flat in a
crowded city on Earth. She had thought that she was often alone in her life.
I had made the tragic mistake years ago of having left her in the
care of her mother for most of her childhood. I had not known the true
nature of that woman that I had slept with on an intoxicated whim about
eighteen years ago.
My darling daughter I will not deny was in accident. But let
me emphasize now that she was not a mistake! She had been given to me by
chance. She was an accident, yes, but she was a happy accident. She was NOT
a mistake. I never once regretted her birth. I regret the method by which
she had been conceived but I would never regret her at all. I love her
dearly.
I had not known the true nature of that woman (her mother) until
it had been too late. I had always taken to watching and caring for my
eldest daughter, Aradia. And yet for the most part I regretted that I was
not there when I should have been there for her in her early years of life.
She had needed a father. And for all the times that I had not been there I
was trying all too hard to make it up to her now. And I feared that it was
too late to go about doing this. But her childhood, the phase when I was
most desired by a little girl, born in Hell and educated on Earth and meant
for The Underground, I had not been there. I regretted this. And I doubted
that she would ever truly forgive me for it. It was a terrible fault of my
own that I had my priorities set in just the wrong order.
Her mother had been, to put it as politely as possible a bitch,
being one of the princess' of Hell.
Aradia was now glad to be rid of the continuously demanding and harsh
rule of her very literally demonic mother. I had no doubt in my mind as to
whether or not her mother had loved Aradia. I know that she had loved her in
her own way. But the woman by nature was as cold as goblin flesh and as hard
as stone. And to Aradia she had been a far more controlling being then I
could ever be. It was due to the fact that both her mother and I had so
easily taken control of her life that Aradia must have found true adult
independence quite the challenge. Perhaps growing up and living now as an
adult woman on her own, alone for her, was a far more difficult a task then a
trek though my Labyrinth could possibly be. .
Only a short while ago when she had first reached adulthood I had
appeared to her. I had taken Aradia to the castle at the center of my
Labyrinth. I had given her the choice that I had never been granted to take
her birth right as royalty within The Underground or live a mortal life on
Earth. Due to her bitter discontentment caused by her rather unhappy
childhood she had chosen to stay at the castle.
She seemed rather unhappy now. She seemed lonely but she had wanted
this, to live on her own for a time. It was something that she had never
done before and as a test for herself it needed to be done.
She seemed so very alone just then to me. My daughter just had this
trouble with connecting to others. The antics of my somewhat insane court
members had always amused and entertained her but only to a point. She felt
that she was alone, that no one understood her or what it meant to be
different and to be lost in a world that was not truly her own.
I sighed as I whispered at the crystal orb showing me her sad image.
"Oh, no, love. You're not alone."
She was considering going out for the evening. I stood up and
placed down the crystal sphere as it dissolved in to oblivion. I had to
speak with her about this eventually. I disappeared from my throne room in
The Underground and reappeared in her little room on Earth.
I waited for the bursting of bright glittering sparkles and
sparklets to settle around me. I hated how she reacted to my appearance to
her. Never once did she ever greet me as a daughter should greet her parent.
Aradia groaned. She was not in the mood to tolerate my company. I
could tell that right away. And though the expression upon my face remained
painted I was in agony. She still could not forgive me for having let her
remain with her mother and though I had never said the words out loud I was
truly sorry about it all and I did want her to forgive me. I just wanted her
to forgive me and be my child for me now.
She sat down upon her bed. She looked at me coldly, with what seemed to
be utter disdain.
She had not inherited her physical attributes from me. She had
taken after her mother in appearance and appearance alone, thank Heaven. She
had beautiful, thick, long dark hair. Her eyes were also dark. They were as
dark as her mood.
I tired to think of what to say to her. I cleared my throat.
"Why is it that I feel like I cannot talk to you? Ever since you had
started to see HIM you have changed and not at all for the better either, I'm
afraid. Do you know what I think? I think he is a bad influence on you."
There, I had finally said it out loud.
She raised an eyebrow. Her eyes seemed to darken another level in shade
if that were truly possible.
"Excuse me?" She said in her beautiful yet angry voice. "Talk about
influences- who wasn't there my entire life? And than you come and expect me
to listen to EVERY word you say?"
I stepped back though I doubt that she noticed this. I very nearly
lost my composure. She was hurting me far worse then she could possibly
realize.
"I think not!" She said. "I feel insulted." She snuffled. She
tossed back her long chestnut hair behind her back.
I stood there still for a moment and watched her. "I just wish that you
would listen to me. You NEVER listen to anyone but your Aunt Christine or
Envy or HIM! I love you and I want the best for you and frankly I don't
think he is it."
Aradia sighed and began to play with a strand of her hair, a habit that I
found most annoying. I felt that when she was doing this she was never
really paying any attention to me at all. Why was I even talking? She would
NEVER listen to me!
Then she did the most remarkable thing. She stood up. She walked
over to me and embraced me with a smile. I blinked, surprised at her sudden
affection towards me and I returned her hug.
"What is it Jeri said once?-" She asked.
Jeri was a gypsy member of my court. She had only earned her
rank as being my ward because her daughter, Starlet was betrothed to my
nephew, William.
"-…That I must be allowed to make my own mistakes? Daddy,
I'm not a child. I know what I'm doing."
I kissed her cheek. "Sometimes, darling, that worries me the most.
That and when I don't think you love me." Had I actually said that?
She took a step back. Her eyes looked surprisingly hurt. "How can you
say I don't love you, father? I do, more so than I'll ever love Angelique."
(Angelique being her biological mother.)
I smiled. "I can't help it. I just don't want to admit to
myself that my little girl is growing up." Aradia laughed softly at this.
"Ah, but father, that was bound to happen in time."
Aradia yawned and sat back on the bed. She was feeling rather
weak. She had been very busy lately. She had not seen her fairy love. I was
not surprised that she was so weary and so very melancholy of late.
She lay down. She curled up under the heavy quilt and shut her eyes
for a moment.
She opened her eyes again, groggily to look for me, to see if I had abruptly
left as I often had done after a quarrel with her. I bent down and kissed
her forehead gently. She smiled and yawned again. She closed her eyes and
fell asleep.
"Good night, my darling." I said to her though by this time she was
already asleep and I doubt that she even heard me. I disappeared.