When she was 15 Sarah had a fateful trip to the Labyrinth. But it didn't do her any good. It made her crazy to everyone and much more she doesn't know about. But she'll learn why and more when she returns to the Labyrinth at the hands of a mysterious stranger.
Sarah/Jareth.
Also I do not own, nor will I, the obvious characters will forever and always were created and belong to the Jim Henson Company. This statement continues to all parts of now and future part of W.i.L.D. Also while I try my best to proof read my work I am not the best at spelling I will admit – and so please forgive any mistakes found!
W.i.L.D Part One
The patients laughed at a small, skinny, dull green eyed girl. Her hair was long but wild, ruly, un-brushed mass of dark curls. Dark shadows circled her eyes that possibly were once a fiery green. Her arms and legs were skinny twigs; sharp angles were her elbows and knees. The other patients taunted her as she seamlessly clutched a small ball of nothing to her chest. But soon the Nurses came and told off the other adults that were dressed in white. The Nurses were stern, turning them away from the small female.
They turned her, and she looked at them. "Sarah," a single nurse said as the others walked away. Sarah frowned as her arms jerked a little and fell to her sides; staring at the ground her eyes followed nothing across the floor. "Sarah" the Nurse called sharply snapping the wondering mind of the dark haired patient back to her, "We're you stirring up the others again?" This particular nurse did not like Sarah and Sarah did not like her. Sarah shook her head, "I told him to stop. 'Stop' I said. He asked why. I told him he was going to stand of Urkle. He laughed at me and continued. He was going to step on Urkle. Urkle was asleep. So I pushed him so he wouldn't step on Urkle. And he didn't like that-" the nurse held up a hand to silence her. "We have told you that this 'Urkle' isn't real Sarah." The nurse said sternly, and saw the shake in Sarah's hand and frowned a little. "Come with me." Sarah followed; it was worse not too.
A urine test later they had found she wasn't taking her meds. Again she complained they made her sleepy, nauseas and that they made her brain foggy. Again they said it was normal and pushed the two coloured capsule pills towards her. After that they watched her closer.
Sarah was a particular patient that Doctor Philip had seen since she was sixteen. A worried step-mother had taken the blossoming teen to his office because of the girl's strong belief that magic was real. He'd spoken with Sarah and found out that this was true; she didn't talk much and was angry because her step-mother had tricked her here, but he noticed that she did in fact have the belief that magic was real set in her heart.
Doctor Philip had spoken with the mother - Karen - next. She said this was nothing new, Sarah - since she'd met her - had her head in the clouds, but it'd gotten worse and she was now growing up. Doctor Philip had said that it could still be just a phase, with Sarah's history of absorbing herself in a fantasy of acting out the heroin it was possible she just needed a little more time too 'grow up'.
He saw Sarah just two months after that - she'd punched a girl; split her lip open and caused a bruise on the side of her jaw. The cause was that she'd teased Sarah about her strong belief. He began seeing her once a week. Doctor Philip was about to send Sarah home, but then Karen had said Sarah was speaking to things that weren't there, he'd tricked Sarah into mentioning Panning and Urkle; her two goblin friends. He prescribed a mild anti-hallucinate.
It didn't stop Sarah's delusions, and made her lose her appetite. As the years went by, and she got older Sarah slowly sunk into depression. People teased her; the classmates were ruthless, told her she was crazy, everyone did until she started believing it. After she started believing it was when Doctor Phillip heard of her adventure to the Underground.
She passed the age of eighteen and the dosage of her medication increased but did not help. It made her tense, jumpy paranoid. Made her mind fuzzy - she struggled to make things sound fluent. Her moods changed on a daily basis. Her health was constantly switching between healthy to sick. She grew worse and worse; eventually she spoke of Urkle and Panning freely before Doctor Phillip and other too. Karen had said through broken sobs that Sarah seemed like, smart, witty, healthy, self when she spoke to nothing. That was the day they'd sent her to a Clinic. Where there was attention for Sarah.
She'd gotten a little better in the Clinic. It was a little way from town, not too far an hour drive at most. They'd taken her back home when her improvement was steady - but she'd declined again once she was back home, and was later returned to the Clinic: where she has been for 12 months now.
In three days Sarah will twenty-two.
She spends the first day in her room, because she was 'naughty' stirring up the other patients.
The next day was a scheduled day, just like every other day was. But she was excited her family was coming tomorrow to say Happy Birthday. That night was the planned movie night, as normal everyone was excited.
The patients sat in the main room, crowded around a large TV, totally absorbed with the movie. The Nurse on watch had ducked out for a cigarette break - no-one noticed. Sarah sat at the far back, she didn't like the movie - it was hard to see and hear from this far back. Urkle sat in her lap; he was a skinny goblin, his eyes and mouth seemed too big for his face, his arms longer than his body, with giant hands and feet. He was cuter than most goblins, cuter than the ones she'd seen when storming the city, smarter too if you asked her. Urkle was asleep, half asleep; he kept waking up after he began to fall forwards, jerking himself out of a somersault roll. Another goblin leaned against her leg fidgeting her hands Panning was a charming girl goblin, the exact opposite or Urkle. She was round everywhere - Sarah had made her a small dress which in days was torn and grubby and still somehow made her adorable.
Panning suddenly stood and waddled away, Sarah turned to look, while Panning was round and waddled everywhere, she waddled fast, and was already disappearing out the slightly ajar door. Sarah stood quietly, Urkle falling off her lap and landing unharmed to the floor (goblins were sturdy creatures), and she quietly padded after the small goblin. Sarah didn't dare call after the dark blob - someone might hear her. Panning took her outside, taking care of the locked door with a magic wave of her chubby hand. While Goblins had magic it was limited to basic mischievous, and they didn't really know how to handle it. Sarah followed through the simple glass panned door.
Even though it was early in the night, it was very dark and getting darker, and without the toasty warmth of the heaters inside Sarah shivered. "Panning," Sarah whispered, "Panning, we aren't out here. Not meant to." Sarah wrapped her arms around herself and stared outside into the darkness. The back yard was huge, and had many segregated areas. While most of it was grass area there was a small sitting area. Sarah followed a small brick path that lead to the small sitting area housing several outdoor tables and chairs. She could just make out Panning's dirty white dress go under a grey table. Sarah was too busy watching the ground she didn't see a figure standing in the shadows. Until he step out of the shadows.
Sarah's head snapped up but she did not scream. Her breath hitched and chest tightened. The figure raised his hand in his fingers a glowing leaf. It started dim before floating away from his fingers and brightening above them casting them in a soft light. Before her did not stand the man she expected. Instead he had earth brown hair that was braided to his shoulders. He was still pale, with smooth skin and somehow otherworldly glow, but still somehow different to the last and only Fae she'd met. He smiled and easy smile.
But it didn't have the effect that it was suppose to. Sarah's heart stuttered. She wasn't crazy. Of course she wasn't. But she was. Her thoughts danced in circles. Flooding her mind was everything that she'd missed out on a nice high-school, nice friends, a job, clear headedness and no meds that made her sick in the beginning.
"No," she mumbled taking a step back. The Fae went to move but stopped himself.
"Sarah, please be clam I need to speak to you," his voice was smooth and deep. The mass of untamed hair moved as a small breeze slithered over her. "Please Sarwah," came Panning's voice as she pulled herself onto a table next to Sarah. The girl paused in thought before nodding.
"I need you to come back to the Underground with me," the Fae said, Sarah frowned waiting for an explanation, the Fae paused as well; thinking over the words he was going to say to her. "I need your help," he said after some thought.
Silence fell between the two. Sarah shock her head, "No," her voice small, "No I won't."
"Why!" the Fae demanded, "Isn't that what you want? To go to a place-"
"NO," she cut him off, "No that place… It RUINED my life. It's made me crazy to everyone. I'm-I'm making progress" she was lying to herself. She was worse now, her health deteriorating never quite replenishing itself, not only did she see the creatures she sometimes saw through something that looked like a small scar into another world she knew was the Underground. Sometimes it was the Labyrinth itself; other times places she did not recognize. "Iron is a bad thing," Panning mumbled; often mumbling about things like that. The Fae's eyes darkened to something defiantly not welcoming. "I'm asking nicely Sarah Williams," he breathed. The crazy girl shock her head and took several steps backwards, her limbs felt a little heavier. "I'm not asking anymore," he said his voice cold. Before she could scream he'd moved with grace and speed and clasped her arm.
His hand felt warm on her bare arm, but she could only focus on that for a second. Suddenly she felt as if she was floating and the world around her began to blur and move at the same time. "NO!" she screamed and with a violent jerk, that would make her should sore in the morning she ripped herself from the long fingers of the Fae. She felt like she came to a sudden stop, her stomach lurching, and body jerking backwards. Her bare feet stumbled on smooth ground and Sarah saw light and colours swarm as she fell backwards onto her bottom. She was panting now, she felt her stomach churning. Her entire body felt hot - alive.
She sat dazed for a second using her arms planted behind her for support. Then the whispers drew her back to that she wasn't at the sitting area anymore.
In front of her stood a crowd, they were all dressed in fine clothes - that of nobles. None wore masks, but that gave Sarah a view of their beautiful faces; somewhat shocked, most disgusted a few wondering. She felt her heart thrumming, painfully against her chest, her breathing quickened into short gasps. Sarah picked herself up to her feet and spun around stumbling over her own feet, her mouth went dry. She couldn't see an exit; everywhere she looked were people. They'd shied away from her giving her an open space.
"A human," hissed voices,
"She does not look sane"
"Scared poor thing" a malice laugh.
"No, no, no, no" Sarah repeated under her breath. She stumbled forward a little; the crowd shrunk back a little, just a shuffle.
"What is she doing here?"
"Who brought her?"
"Who is she?"
She couldn't see anyone she knew - well the one Fae she DID know, she couldn't see him and she wasn't sure she wanted to. Her brain was feeling dizzy her body tingled all over as if a current was running over skin burrowing itself into her bone.
"Hey, calm down," a soft voice said, and Sarah spun nearly falling over her feet again, to see a small blond with blue eyes that outshone the ocean. Sarah licked her lips nervously. Someone behind the blond hissed something Sarah didn't catch - didn't understand. "She's harmless," the blond shot back over her shoulder, her voice lower she turned to Sarah, "just scared." Sarah didn't want to be near her, she took several steps back.
"Is he here?" Sarah breathed, her voice sounded chocked.
"Who?" the blond asked frowning a little.
"Jareth,"
The room fell silent, everyone wanting to hear what was going on
"Jareth," The blond repeated and then her blue eyes widened, her voice shot up to amazement in her next words, "Sarah Williams?" Sarah rapped her arms around herself. She felt sick. The crowd erupted in whisperers again.
"Can't be the same"
"Could be any tramp"
"Quick someone tell him"
Sarah felt herself double over, she put a hand on her knee to stable herself. Her breathing was too quick, she noticed slightly. A moment passed and then, in a half hissed voice filled with what could be anger sounded to her left.
"Sarah"
She looked up to see a blond man; it took a second for her to realize it was him. King of the Goblins, Jareth.
"Ah~" she felt herself lurch and then running. She hit the King with enough force to bring them to ground. She buried her face into the ruffles of his shirt at his chest. Tears were falling over her cheeks, her fists bunched in his shirt. Her sobs made her body shake. Jareth put a hand on her shoulder and firmly pushed her. Not off him, but off his chest. He was staring at her; she couldn't tell what he was thinking what emotions he was feeling; her brain was having trouble thinking. Her body felt like it was buzzing, she was too hot. Her stomach churned and suddenly lurched violently and with a gasp she bent to the side as far as she could as her the contents of her stomach emptied onto the floor. There were a few gasps and a couple of disgruntled grunts, one in particularly coming from just in front of her. She coughed and spluttered at the end, trying to get it from her mouth. She noticed a hand on her back, and after she took a few long, deep breaths another hand found its way to her shoulder and pushed her straight in front of mismatched eyes. She looked at Jareth, her vision swimming, and then in a tunnel slowly going black.
She didn't feel Jareth catch her shoulder as she fell sideways, she didn't see Jareth glance at the mess she'd left and grimace, didn't see the two bright bills standing out against the white mess on the floor.
