This is my first attempt at fan fic, so be gentle in reviewing please but PLEASE do review and let me know if I should quit or keep going. Rated M for safety in later additions. Thank you!
DISCLAIMER: Standard, I do not own any of the characters from Labyrinth, although a girl can dream, right?
Unremembered and afar, I watched you as I watched a star. Through darkness struggling into view I loved you better than you knew -Unknown
Warmth. All she felt was warmth, soothing calming, and infinitely more desirable than the conscious world. Then there was a voice, his voice, calling to her, "Sarah, come back to me Sarah…" Longing, intense longing, something she could never admit to except for here. Then something else…buzzing? Oh crap.
Sarah shot her arm out from under the covers and slammed the snooze button on her alarm clock. 'Never fails' she thought as she lie in welcomed silence trying to steady her erratic heartbeat. She tried to make sense of the dream, struggled to remember all the details that constantly eluded her. 'I'm still so warm,' she thought to herself. Then the logical side of her brain spoke up, 'You're under the covers still, stupid.' She hated that side of her. She had to become a very logical person in the ten years since her adventure in the Labyrinth to avoid being hailed as a lunatic, soon it had taken over and she chalked the whole ordeal up as a figment of an over active imagination. Lately, though, she kept having the same dream about it. It started as just the Labyrinth itself, then later there was that voice, HIS voice. Jareth. The Goblin King. She attributed it to being so traumatized my his abduction of Toby so many years ago, but what her subconscious knew and her logic wouldn't let her admit was that she had been wildly attracted to him then and flattered by his passion for her. He was evil though. He couldn't ever TRULY love her. Not that she cared anyway, right? Right. 'No matter' she thought, 'it never really happened anyway.' She shook her head to straighten her thoughts and climbed out of bed to get ready for work.
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He sat in his throne room listening and watching his subjects banter with little interest. He was miserable, and everyone knew it. It first he had been furious that this, a young mortal girl had bested him, rejected him and thoroughly deflated his ego. As years past, however, his anger turned to want, then need, despair then finally desperation. She was the only mortal who had ever been any sort of match for his powers and treachery. He watched her through his crystals day in and day out, only handling the absolute necessities of his kingdom. 'You were meant for so much more than this horridly mundane life,' Jareth thought, ' Oh Sarah, if only you'd stayed.' Lately he'd tried calling to her in her dreams, but she had become so damn logical, she couldn't bear to consider it more than just an over active inner psyche. He smiled and watched her doing her work, delicate fingers sorting through papers and taking notes. How he imagined how those fingers would feel on his skin. 'Yes,' he thought, 'I'll just have to be more direct with her. Tonight I will make myself heard.' With that in mind, Jareth rose and strode swiftly through the halls of his castle to his chamber. He had to rest for the magic he was going to attempt tonight.
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Sarah walked in the door of her loft apartment, dropped her purse on the cool wooded floor and striped on the way to her shower. "What a day!" she told her fish, Ludo, as she took off her earrings, "Nine and a half hours of digging around in that nasty dusty basement looking for archived records that don't even EXIST anymore, UGH!" The fish only blubbed in response, "You're such a good listener," she chuckled and stepped into her bathroom and started her shower. She let the hot water wash all her dirty cares away and her mind drifted back to the dreams she kept having. She got shivers just thinking about Jareth's voice.
"Sarah," a whisper came from somewhere. Yeah that voice, smooth, sensual…wait just a minute. Her eyes shot open. Did she actually hear that? No, couldn't be. She closed her eyes again, trying not to think about it. Suddenly his faced flashed through her mind like a strobe; all blond hair and high cheekbones and beautiful mouth.
"Sarah, don't fight me…" She gasped and almost fell. She turned the water off and climbed out and dried off, trying to shake the feeling that she was being watched. I'm losing it, Ludo, and fast," she said out loud. I need a good night sleep. A thought of the pills she kept in her bathroom came to mind; prescription sleep aids. Though she hadn't taken them in months (she didn't like pills) she went to the bathroom and poured two out of the little orange bottle. She looked in the mirror and for about half a second she could've sworn her eyes were mismatched, like his. She blinked and it was gone. 'Get a grip woman,' she thought to herself as she swallowed the pills with a hard gulp. She crawled into bed and waited until she couldn't keep her eyes opern anymore.
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'That's it, Sarah,' Jareth thought, 'Bend to my will.' He didn't want to control her directly, that would make things come out all wrong, just push her in the direction he wanted her to go. Besides, the words she had spoken at the end of the Labyrinth were true, he really had no power over her, only the ability to suggest intoher dreams and subconcious. He really wasn't trying to drive her mad, only into the dreamworld where he could speak with her without having her panic and could control the environment enough to sway her. The pills would aid him by making sure she slept long and hard with little chance of her waking in the middle of his visit. 'Desperate men call for desperate measures,' he thought as he watched her lying in her bed forcing her eyes open until the very lastminute. Showtime.
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Sarah knew where she was immediately, the ballroom. The room was exactly the same; she was wearing the same dress. She began to dance, even though there was no music, she danced, imagining him there with her. That was his cue.
"You're more beautiful than you were then, you know," she knew that voice, and she spun the direction the voice was coming from. There, lounging across the very same chair, in the very same outfit, with that very same smug look smeared across his face, was Jareth. Her jaw dropped. She couldn't believe it. After all the dreams she'd thought of him in, NOW he came to her? No matter, it was only a dream, she could just make him disappear. But did she really want to?
"Why are you here? What do you wa-" she started to protest but he interrupted.
"Shhh…" He put a finger to his lips, "Not a word. I want you to listen to your un-logical self for once, give me a chance." He rose and sauntered toward her. She went to move, to back away, anything to put space between them, but she couldn't. She was frozen. What was worse was now she couldn't even speak. 'What the hell is going on' she thought, 'this is MY dream, why does his magic work here?' Jareth circled her once then came to stand behind her.
"I've been watching you Sarah, and I know you're not happy in your life," he whispered into her ear, "You place too much emphasis on logic, and logic tells you that I, the Labyrinth, and all your friends there never existed. I'm here to convince you otherwise."
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Well? What do you think so far? Please review, good or not, I just need reinforcement of some sort.