Disclaimer-I do not own the Labyrinth, Jareth, beanie babies or Sarah. I do however own Jeff and any other passengers on the airplane.
It was pandemonium. People were running everywhere scaring all the goblins, if they can be, Sarah thought. She sighed she couldn't find Jeff in the crowd from the small ledge in the wall she was sitting on, so she decided to calm all the people down. Hopefully then she would be able to find Jeff. "OI!" she called out to the terrified crowd. They ignored her. Great…. they just had to be one of those crowds. She sighed again and put her fingers in her mouth. She blew hard creating a loud whistle. The crowd finally went silent.
"Okay can you guys just stay calm? You're scaring the goblins."
There was a rumble of noise more like conversation than panic. Finally someone called out to her, "Hey weren't you the one who was fighting on the plane with your boyfriend or something?"
"Yeah…. and why are you so calm? We were on an airplane and now we're in some dirty castle," a fat touristy lady with one of those ugly Hawaiian shirts on, even though they were going to Connecticut, called out of the back of the crowd.There was a murmur of agreement from the crowd.
"Because," A cool voice called from the thrown, "she has been here before." There sitting lazily on his thrown was the goblin king in full regalia, which is causing many of the females here blush Sarah noted. Not that I blame them those pants are so tight I think he has to use magic to get them on. She giggled silently as the crowd gaped at him, he looked like a glamour rock meets renaissance times you couldn't really blame them. And that she added is most likely a sock.
Jareth smirked, "no actually, my dear Sarah. It is not a sock." She froze no way. His eyebrow went up in the way only his could. Oh my god he is reading my mind. "Of course my dear Sarah, I am fae after all," the expression on his face gave him away completely. He's enjoying this!
He smirked yet again the crowd with their attention on Sarah. How to get the attention off me, how to get the attention off me, Sarah thought frantically. "Where is Jeff, Goblin King?"
His smirking was really starting to piss her off, just as she was about to tell him so he responded. "Who?" she scowled. "Now I believe I have a group of wished aways I must deal with. If you will follow Smudgeboot over there, he will lead you to your room." With a flick of his wrist he dismissed her.
Now if the smirking pissed her off, dismissing her like his servant made her homicidal. "Jar…" she tried to tell him off, but the Smudgeboot quickly pulled her out into the musty hallways.
"Lady you mustn't anger his majesty right now," Smudgeboot said in perfect English, which really surprised Sarah, while continuing to pull her down the hallway.
"But why?" Sarah was confused. First the goblin was speaking good English. Second not anger him? Didn't the goblin hate Jareth, I mean he kicks them for crying out loud.
"Majesty has to change those people into goblins, lady. He didn't want you to see that. Majesty is a good man," Smudgeboot smiled broadly.
Sarah was shell shocked, He's a good man?!?! Wait he's going to turn them into goblins? Lost in her thought she followed Smudgeboot without thinking.
The room she was taken to was magnificent, she was captivated by it. The deep hues of the room seemed to radiate a power of sorts. The bed, in dark blues and purples, was twice the size of a king size bed. The deep mahogany walls were warm. Smudgeboot slowly crept out the door without her seeing.
Exhausted from the tiring day, Sarah jumped on the bed into a giant pile of pillows. She rubbed her head against the pillows and inhaled. She stopped. The smell was deep, masculine, and very much like Jareth. Her eyes suddenly felt weighted; slowly she kicked off her shoes on to the floor. She slowly crawled under the covers and fell into a deep sleep.
Sarah slowly woke up without opening her eyes, she cuddled into the warmth that was what she thought was her stuffed animal, Tomo-chan. She wrapped her arms and legs around the warmth, reveling in it. She rubbed her cheek against the smooth….. "Wait smooth? Tomo-chan is furry," she mumbled. Her eyes opened slowly to see the pale chest of Jareth.
She looked up to see his smiling face. Her brain finally waking up, she pushed back and moved as far from him as she could without getting out of the bed.
"What are you doing in my bed?" Sarah said, trying to keep her face blushing. She glared harshly.
"I believe that question is backwards, though I'm not opposed to it at all," he smirked yet again.
Damn him and his smirking hide, her eyes narrowed even more. "What do mean the question is backwards? This is the room that Smudgeboot brought me to!"
He chuckled, "Though Smudgeboot may be able to speak your language very well, being a scholar and all, he is horrible at directions. Lucky for you, your room is through that door," he pointed to a door on the left side of the room.
She slowly stepped out of the bed on to the cold stone floor. The second her foot touched the floor her foot turned to ice. A second later a cold breeze blew past her bare leg. She looked down, that made her even more furious.
"Then how do you explain the nightgown?' she gestured toward the see-through, thigh length night gown. "And who dressed me into this?" She quickly jumped back under the covers, not only to warm up, but to cover up the scanty gown as well."
"You looked uncomfortable in those man pants," he started
"They're jeans," Sarah interrupted.
"Yes well you seemed uncomfortable, so I changed your clothes," he was not only smirking but looking at her strangely.
"You pervert!"
"With my magic," he said calmly.
"Oh," she looked around the room yet again. The window was pitch black. She moaned mentally I am not going to get out of here anytime soon…it's too cold. She slid down under the covers and tried to fall asleep.
She shivered. Her body had been so used to the Goblin King's body heat; her own didn't seem to be warm enough. She curled into a small ball using what heat she had to keep warm, and fell into a restless sleep.
She woke up again at daybreak, or at least she thought it was daybreak. Now that I think about it, when I ran the Labyrinth it stayed the same time for the whole ten hours…. her brain started to hurt as she thought about it. Way to early Sarah.
She started to look around the room and gasped in horror. Was this the Goblin King's sick sense of a joke?
The room was painted a vibrant pink with sparkly flowers all over the walls. The furniture was really over the top. It was just so…. so…. flamboyant. And to top it all off there were many stuffed animals: teddy bears, beanie babies, monkeys, tigers, any kind you could think of!
Her bed was a four poster bed, which was the only good thing about the bed. The comforter was a fluorescent green, with little puffballs on top. There was some sort of lace curtains around the bed, which by itself wasn't to bad, but it was pink, green, and purple tie-dye.
Sarah growled and hid her head under the monstrous blanket, when someone knocked on her door. Rubbing her eyes, she stood up. She noticed her floor was covered in purple shag rugs. Jareth if you are listening to my thoughts right now. I am going to kill you. She realized that she was no longer in the nightgown she had been in earlier. She seemed to be in yoga pants and a sweat shirt.
Okay maybe not kill you but make your life a living hell. She walked over to the door and opened it to see Smudgeboot standing there shiftily.
"I am sorry Lady," he bowed. "I am not very good at directions. When Martha gave me the directions I thought she meant His Majesty's room and well I do not disobey Martha so I took you there. Please forgive me Lady!"
His perfect English was getting annoying. She was used to people talking with certain slang to it. She hung out with weird people so who would expect anything else?
She spaced out slightly, her friends. She would probably never see them again. Well at least it is better than being dead, right?
She wasn't really religious. She believed in all of the good morals and other things about religions, but there was always one thing that bugged her. They referred to people that could do magic or were magical creatures were either devils or made up.
Also they tended to make you lose your imagination. Sarah could stand that part, she felt like that was the only part of her old self she had left….
Smudgeboot interrupted her train of thought, "Lady, what is my punishment?"
Sarah stared at him shocked, "Punishment?" He nodded. "Why would I give you a punishment? You just led me to the wrong room, and not all that off at all, just one room over. Was that all you needed Smudgeboot?"
He shook his head, "His Majesty said to give you this." He handed her a small crystal and scurried off.
She stared into the crystal for a second then felt a jolt go through her body. She looked down out of shock and saw her self completely dressed. The Goblin King's wardrobe may seem to have come from a bad glam rock concert, but hers was scarier.
Her dress was a Lolita styled dress. It was ruby red and was knee length. She had flower clips in her hair which was curled into pig tails. She didn't mind the frills all to much seeing as it wasn't a very bright color, but the idea of her putting into it made all the anger from the day before rush back. She clenched her lace covered hands, he either is referring to him being a lot older than me, thus Lolita. Or he just wants to piss me of by dressing him up again.
She looked for the crystal to see that she had dropped it on the floor. When she spotted it, it started to roll down the hallway.
Sarah growled, he was treating her like a pet! Ohhhhhhh Goblin King you have no idea how pissed I am right now.
"I believe I do," the Goblin King's voice echoed through her head. "I believe I do." Sarah growled yet again and stomped off after the crystal.
Random Comments- So? How'd you like it? I know it may be a little cliché but I kind of enjoy writing it. I am also looking for someone who will be a beta reader for me I feel like my story is lacking in something. Comments also help a lot. This is my first fan fiction after all. Please R&R.
