Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth (though that would be nice), as far as I know it pretty much belongs to Jim Henson, Terry Jones, and everyone else who had the (brilliant) idea first. Therefore I don't own Jareth, Sarah or any of the other original characters, though there may be the introduction of my own character in later chapters. And finally I don't own the lyrics to "Silence", they belong to Sarah McLachlan. So there really is no point in sueing me, so...please don't!! Anyway I hope you enjoy the story and please R & R! Thankyou very much for listening :)
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Give me release
Witness me, I am outside
Give me peace
Heaven holds a sense of wonder
And I wanted to believe
that I'd get caught up
when the rage in me subsides
Passion chokes the flower until she cries no more
Possessing all the beauty hungry still for more
Heaven holds a sense of wonder
And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides
In this white wave
I am sinking
In this silence
In this white wave ... in this silence ...
I believe I can't help this longing ...
comfort me I can't hold it all in ...
if you won't let me ...
Heaven holds a sense of wonder
And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides
In this white wave
I am sinking
In this silence
In this white wave ...
in this silence I believe I have seen you ...
in this white wave you are silent
You are breathing in this white wave ...
I am free
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It had been 3 years.
To Sarah, it had seemed an eternity. To Jareth...well, Jareth was an eternity. He did not care to measure time; it was futile. So many things were, to the Goblin King.
But their time apart had torn his once-unyielding heart.
She had grown; her 15-year-old childishness had dissolved and been replaced by the beauty and allure of a woman, past 18. She no longer wished for the fantastical; she rarely thought of the Labyrinth now; she did not even read the book that had once been so precious, that had once seemed her salvation. Adult responsibilities and choices were beginning to prey on her mind and dominate her thoughts.
It was only in dreams that she dared fantasise. Fantasise about what might have been, what might have happened if she had not said those 6 little words, those 6 words that had changed everything. Set her free, set Toby free, let them go.
You have no power over me...
Those visions would haunt her for days afterwards, mocking her, challenging her, just like Jareth had, just like she imagined he still did, penetrating her thoughts, manipulating her dreams. He was always there, always the centre of the most sensuous of her delusions, his mismatched, glittering eyes steady, filling her with fire, his face the same, beautiful, almost pleading, just as she remembered him from those last heart-wrenching moments when she said those 6 little words.
Just 6 little words.
After a while, the dreams consumed her every thought completely. The life she was confined to bored her, the school she had chosen to attend in the fall, such a short time away, loomed ahead, exhausting her already at the mere prospect. She rarely saw her family now; she had previously moved out, over to the other side of town, just to escape them. When she did visit, she only did it for Toby. Ever since their time in the Labyrinth, she had felt a stronger bond with her brother than she had ever had with Karen, or her father, or even...even her mother. Though she doubted they would ever speak of it, she knew it would constrain them, forever. That was the one thing that kept her going sometimes.
She had just broken up with her boyfriend. Clever Danny, clever, clever Danny, on his way to Harvard, much too good for her. It had been said so many times that Sarah was beginning to believe it. He was the only man she had ever been with, though. Except...
Except Jareth.
No, that was wrong. She had never been with Jareth. He had taken her brother, her Toby.
But she had asked him to.
He had been cruel, he had been wicked.
But he had done it for her.
She tried to shake these asinine retaliations from her mind, but she found she could not. Was this Jareth, manipulating her again? It would not surprise her. Oh, she should despise him. Should wish a thousand curses on his uncaring soul.
But she could not.
Sometimes, when she and Danny had been together, only sometimes, she had imagined Jareth, and how he would be at this moment, how those eyes would gaze straight into hers with that intense power, how he would possess her completely, just like she wished he would.
But only sometimes. She knew it was ridiculous.
It was cold , for summer. The clouds of the day had long since dissolved into a chilly darkness, that soon gave in to a night of torrential and unrelenting rain. Sarah remembered only one night such as this; the night that they had come for Toby.
The night that he had come...for her.
The memory made her shiver- she was so alone here in her apartment. She longed for company, for affection. Even with Danny, she had missed that. She realised nothing had been able to completely take away this hollow feeling in her heart, since the Labyrinth, since Jareth.
But she was older now. She was 18 years old, for God's sake. And he had probably forgotten all about her.
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She never ceased to intrigue him.
He watched her so often, although the crystal's images made a poor substitute for the undying beauty that he could not forget. She was changing; she had changed; but there was still that fire, that spirit. It was dimming now, though...that was the change which disturbed him most of all. He had watched too many people hurt her. Strange to think that such a vulnerable child had outwitted him all those years ago.
And now; now he was reading her thoughts, and they did intrigue him. Did she really think he could have forgotten her that easily? It was almost a slap in the face. Had his...generosity, his painful longing, his unrequited gestures to show his love, had they meant nothing to her? Did she think him so incapable of love?
For a time she had found comfort in another. The memory still inflamed him...Sarah, his Sarah, his own angel, in the arms of some self-important fool. What had that Danny had, that Jareth did not? Jareth had everything. He thought of what he had offered Sarah; immortality, appreciation. Love. The love of a King. He had offered to make her a queen, his queen, and she had spat in his face.
He sighed, absently twisting the crystal on the palm of his hand, realising the extent of his loss. Of course, it was ridiculous...a mortal girl like Sarah and the majestic Goblin King, master of the Labyrinth, commander of armies...but he had never let himself think it impossible.
She confused him, though. At times he would look into her dreams and watch her fantasies unfold, images of them, of him and her- his lost queen- together, images of what might have been. So she thought of him softly from time to time. Perhaps there was hope. He knew not.
Well, if she called him, he would come, and take her away from those that were ruining her. Until then, he had to be content with her thoughts and dreams, her secrets, and the way she looked- though blurred by the crystal- the angel that he would always wait for.