Whoops!
Sarah has defeated the Labyrinth, but there are some unexpected consequences.
Disclaimer: yeah, whatever.
(This is a working title - am open to suggestions. Very short, but as it has been sitting in my notebook waiting to be continued, I thought I would post the first bit and then hopefully get a round tuit. Maybe not, because it's a bit of a struggle trying to remember what being 15 was like – don't you laugh, girlies, the crone is waiting for you!) (Oh yeah, I got bored with her stepmother being called Karen, so I called her Michelle.)
It's Monday morning after the end of the movie, assuming that Sarah was babysitting on a Saturday night.
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"Sarah? Are you up yet? You're going to be late for school!"
Her stepmother's voice shook her out of a dream – she was trying to play chess with Hoggle, but Ludo kept knocking the pieces over and trying to eat them. She let out a screech as she realised the time and leapt out of bed. Well, she tried to leap out of bed, but she couldn't move her feet. A first panicked reaction that she'd become paralysed was replaced with the realisation that Ludo was lying on them with his full weight. What was Ludo still doing here? Come to think of it, there was a pile of assorted goblins snoring away on her wicker chair, and Hoggle was curled up with her pillow underneath her dressing table, which would explain the crick in her neck.
By shoving at Ludo Sarah managed to get her feet out from under him, but it didn't look like he would be waking any time soon. She gathered her clothes and dashed to the bathroom to wash and dress. She has less than ten minutes before the school bus would be there. As she ducked back into her room to grab her books, Hoggle sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Where're ya going?"
"School. I'm running late. What are you still doing here?"
"Oh." There was a pause. "There's something we needs to talk about, Sarah."
"I can't talk now. I'll be home around four." She dashed out of the room.
Downstairs in the kitchen Toby held up his arms to her from where he was secured in his high chair. She dropped a kiss on his head and gave him a quick squeeze. "Be careful of the goblins," she whispered. Toby looked up at her, bright-eyed, and laughed. She said a hurried, "Bye Michelle," and slammed out the door.
The older woman raised her eyebrows at her son. "When did you two suddenly get so chummy?" she asked. "Well, young man, you have to go to day care, and I have to go to work."
Soon the house was quiet, except for the occasional faint sound of a goblin snore.