Allos. I'm writing a new fanfiction... My first Labyrinth one! Hoorah! (And for those of my readers who are still waiting for the next chapter on my Zim fic...fear not, for the next chapter will be up soon! I just had to get this little bit out of my system...) Anyway, it's just a little story I've had in mind. I do hope you all enjoy, as I've been obsessed with Labyrinth lately. So, I disclaim this story by saying "the magic words of fanfiction": I do not own any of it. Now, enjoy my first stab at it. Much love!
(Sarah is a few years older...just throwing that out there so you'll know. )
"And if there's one more thing that I have to scream about-"
"I'll be out of here faster than I came in, I know," Sarah said to her boss. She rolled her eyes as he walked towards the door, annoyed by his temper and rudeness.
"I mean it this time! You better watch it or else I'm going to watch you walk out the door."
"Of course," Sarah said curtly as the fantasy part of her mind imagined dipping him headfirst into the bog of eternal stench.
(Where did that thought come from?)
He looked at Sarah Williams angrily again, wishing that he could fire her on the spot, even though he needed to keep her on the job desperately. He hated her with a passion, yet he needed her for the secretary job she held. She was a good worker, but lately…
Lately it was as if she were somewhere else.
He slammed the door shut behind him as Sarah made a face and called him a number of things that would make virgin ears bleed brightly.
"Why don't you just quit?" came a rich voice from the corner of her office.
"Why don't you just quit?" she shot back and eyed a manila folder filled with papers. "This has been the fifth time this week you have barged into my office, unannounced. I'm growing quite tired of it, and I really don't know what you want."
The man none other than the Goblin King opened his mouth-
(you could be a goldfish with that face)
-but was cut off by Sarah.
"Do you have a job? I don't think so-no-you're a king. The Goblin King, and you don't have to worry about anything. So, why not, let's go bother Sarah at her job and make her life hell because she beat you. Life's not hard for you, is it? No, it's a bloody piece of cake! All you do is kick goblins around and make sure that Sarah Willaims gets what she deserves because it wasn't fair for you!"
"Sarah, I just-"
"No! Just nothing! Get out of my office!" Sarah said, feeling hot tears pricking their way into her eyes.
Jareth stood there dumbly, one finger in the air, mouth open, ready to fire back, but was stopped by something.
Crying? He thought. Why is she crying?
Sarah had her hands in her head and was sobbing hysterically. Her thoughts buzzed around in her head, wanting two things out of life. She wanted Jareth to leave her alone for five minutes, and she wanted chocolate.
It was safe to say that she needed the chocolate more than anything.
Jareth found himself venturing out on a limb (and feeling quite bold at the moment) to mess with a hysterically crying woman and spoke quietly to her. "Sarah, are you…are you alright?"
"I told you to go," she said and sniffled, putting all the papers on her desk into a neat little pile. "Haven't you done enough? Why have you been bothering me for the past two weeks? What do you want? Don't you know that right now isn't a very good time to deal with me!"
"Well, Sarah, I've noticed that within the past few months…" he began to pace slowly across her office, messing and poking around things here and there, hoping that she wouldn't do anything too drastic to him.
"Stalker!"
He shrugged the comment off and continued. "I've noticed that you've come to live a very stressful life. And I have come to bring you a gift."
"Not this again…" Sarah sighed and sniffled once more, putting her head in her hands again. "What do you want in return? You want Toby? Too bad, no one made any wishes, Mister Spandex."
"Spandex? What…" he looked over his outfit and noticed his unusually tight pants. "Oh... Look, Sarah, I'm trying to be nice." He crossed his arms and sighed, trying to remember what possessed him to be nice to the girl that had crushed him. He thought back momentarily to when he had spoken to Higgle… or Hogwart… whoever it was that seemed to be one of Sarah's good friends.
"You should try bein' nice instead of bein' arrogant… I think then the little lady would actually pay attention to yeh, yer Majesty. Maybe take her away from the stress in her life for a little while? I ain't never heard of no one that didn't like that…"
The dwarf had told him this after Jareth had returned to his throne room, weary from the war that had gone on that nightin Sarah's kitchen. He had appeared while she was doing dishes and had failed miserably at trying to ask her to dinner.
"Sarah, dine with me."
"A please would be nice."
The Goblin King rolled his eyes. "Please, Sarah, eat dinner with me."
"No, I have better things to do. Go away."
"Sarah, don't defy me or else I'll do something that you don't like. I have immense power that you couldn't dream of dealing-" the Goblin King was cut off by a plate that had barely whizzed past his head.
"I told you, go away!" Sarah screamed, and threw another plate at him.
Jareth cringed momentarily at the thought of his desperately early retreat that night.
"Sarah, please, take some time off. You won't regret it, I promise," he said quickly, his ego dying at the fact that he was pleading to a mortal. His heart had won in this case, and being the lonely Goblin King that he was, decided that desperate times called for desperate measures.
Sarah's mind was racing with much different thoughts than he, though, as her inner girl screamed for his attention while her stubbornness pulled her inner girl the other way, telling her no.
Can't possibly be that bad, she told herself. And time off does sound nice-
(Give in! White flag, white flag!)
(Fight! Attack, attack! Kill him with fire!)
-What could possibly go wrong?
Jareth saw the different emotions flicker over her face as she sat in silence and thought. He knew she had to give in sometime, whether that time be today, tomorrow, or next week. He wouldn't stop until he got at least one dinner with her, and everyone knows that the Goblin King always gets his way…
…Except for when it comes to Sarah Willaims.
