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Well, I seem to have procrastinated myself into writers block, but I got a sudden rush of new ideas while I was washing dishes! Why? I have no clue! And yes I know I had a 'Next Time' but I decided that I didn't like it, and that started the procrastination, but I've got ideas! And they work with the 'Next Time' too! Okay I'm gunna hush now, and let you read. Oh wait! Thanks to my reviewers who reviewed! You guys are awesome, and so sweet, thanks!
Warnings: None that I can think of. Well except few bits of corny-ness, and my bad spelling.
Disclaimer: The Labyrinth and all it's charters are not mine. However any charters that I create are mine, so there!
The Want to be Needed
Chapter Two
The Crowning Event for the Turn of the Millennia
The first thing Sarah keenly realized is that it was dark. Really dark. The kind of dark where you-can't-see-an-inch-in-front-of-your-face dark. The second thing she noticed was that she wasn't alone, the scuffling behind her proved that.
"Hello?" she called out into the darkness; a sudden movement caught her eye, a brief flicker of light, and more shuffling. "Is someone there?" Sarah mentally cringed, she sounded like she was a charter from a cliché horror movie, the ones where the guy just manages to save the helpless girl at the end.
"Yes." A voice said, it sounded right next to her ear she shrieked, and jumped back.
Suddenly the whole room was lit with torches and a man was standing, where Sarah guessed she was a moment ago, laughing.
"My, you humans are so easily scared." He said
When Sarah got her breathing under control she asked , "Who are you, and where am I?"
"Dear, those are vague questions, 'Who am I?' Well what would you like to know, my name? My title? My last name? My first name? What makes me who I am? Wh-"
"Okay stop." Sarah said putting a hand in front of her "What is your name…and title?"
The man smiled and clasped his hands behind his back "My name is Hassan, and I am the King of the Gremlins."
Sarah looked at him in mild shock, "You're not related to the King of Goblins, are you?" she asked timidly. She looked him up and down, his eyes were ice blue his long black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. He had a slender nose and high cheekbones; age-wise he looked to be in his late twenties early thirties. But Sarah was looking at a mythical creature so she knew that his age was probably a lot higher. His attire was dark; her wore a loose black free flowing shirt, it seemed to go tighter as it went lower, it meet with a belt with a silver symbol on it. His bottoms were simple black breeches, and knee high boots lined with sliver.
Hassan laughed "To Jareth?" he laughed again "No, our families have been split up for quite some time, no we just have similar titles, though, as you'll see in a moment Gremlins and Goblins are much different."
"Oh, okay. So I'm back in the Underground, then?" Hassan nodded "Wait a second what do you mean 'I'll see in a moment?'" she asked.
"Well wouldn't you like to see the place you wished yourself away too? Or would you like to stay here?" he asked a gloved hand gesturing to the large room.
Sarah realized her mistake and the color drained from her face "What do you need me for?" she asked coldly
"Always strait to the point, Sarah? What not have lunch first? Perhaps a nice walk outside? The summers here are quite lovely." Hassan said, rolling on the balls of his feet.
"How did you- never mind. Just tell me why you need me."
He sighed "Very well then. Tell me dear Sarah, do you know what is to come of in the next ten years, well no, nine years and eleven months?"
Sarah looked at him "I don't know, the turn of the Millennia?"
"Yes!" Hassan shouted excitedly "But it's not just a regular turn of the Millennium, it's the Thirteenth since the High King and Queen were crowned, and since the High Queen took a tumble she was unable to produce heirs… do you know what that means, clever Sarah?"
Sarah started to remember bits and pieces of stories she used to read "The High King and Queen must select heirs that already existing from a Kingdom in the Underground." She said.
"Precisely." He said, looking pleased.
"So?" Sarah demanded, "What does this have to do with needing me?"
"Heirs, Sarah, because by now the High Prince or Princess would be betrothed by now, so for a King or Queen to become a…candidate from the High throne, they must either be engaged or already married." Hassan explained
"Yeah, so what's your problem?" She asked; Hassan certainly didn't seem like the kind that would be single for long. But he sighed and took off his left glove and wiggled bare fingers at her.
"Not married nor am I betrothed, and I have been waiting thirteen thousand years for the crown Sarah, just one problem…" he drifted off
"You need a Queen."
OKAY EXPLANATIONS
Wow that turned out completely different than I intended it to be. I was going to make Hassan evil and stick Sarah in an oubliette or something, then he just turned out different, well he could still turn bad. Ah I admit that the Gremlins thing is corny as all hell, I was going to do something else, but I have my reasons for ma Gremlins, you'll see later on with Hassan.
IT'LL ALL MAKE SENSE SOON!!
I know it's confusing right now, but there's a lot more to explain later, yes I KNOW that's not how the High King and Queen work, I KNOW it's called Poet's Shirt, and I KNOW David Bowie does not have real mismatched eyes, but had and accident and the color changed. Okay I KNOW so don't come fussin at me saying "Oh you got it wrong, it's da da ta ah." Ack, I've got my reasons for doing things off!
Okay I know I wrote in my last NEXT TIME that Jareth was going to be in here, but Hassan and Sarah's convo gots in ma way!
One last thing, I'm basing this off of the Labyrinth timeline, which was released in 1986, and this story takes place four years later, in the summer of 1990, like Hassan said is 9 years 11 months away from the Y2K, kay? I hope that's all right, it just works with the story.
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NEXT TIME
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"No way in hell am I wearing that."
"Why not? There's nothing wrong with it."
"It's pink, and not nice cool pink, it's cake frosting pink, and it's got more ruffles than I can count."
"One thousand nine hundred and six." He said, "Including the lining and sleeves, surely you could count that far."
Her response was a glare
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"Run Sarah!" he pleaded his mismatched eyes going wide with fear "Get out, run Sarah! Before it really is too late!"
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