Santana gave Jareth a frown, but reluctantly jogged down the sandy hill towards the walls of the labyrinth. She recalled all of Brittany's stories of her uncle's creation, but couldn't remember anything about the damn door.
She paced in front of a patch of wall, glaring at it as if by way of intimidation it would reveal its secrets. "How do I get into the labyrinth?" Santana growled, not expecting an answer.
Smoke billowed out and Santana was shocked to see two massive doors swinging open. Then without hesitating, she entered and turned left.
"It just keeps going on and on," Santana muttered to herself. "What was it that Britts always said? Something about taking things for granted?" Santana shook her head. No good thinking about it, since it would most likely just end up confusing her even more. Frustrated with the whole situation, Santana angrily swung her fist towards the brick wall and emitted a squeak when her hand met only air.
A spark of hope flickered inside of her chest as Santana cautiously examined the 'brick wall'. "It's only pretending to be solid!" Santana realized. She slipped inside the hole and quickly chose to go left. "I'm catching onto you Jareth." She smirked. "Pretty soon I'll be breaking your wife's record and beating this thing."
Santana broke out into an easy jog. She had a dwarf to save.
Rachel had the oddest sensation of falling. She opened her eyes and gave a shrill scream upon realizing she was suspended in mid-air, seemingly weightless.
After reigning in her panic, Rachel examined the situation further and noticed she body was sinking down, until her feet gently landed on solid ground. Rachel quickly searched her surroundings to figure out where she was. She was most certainly not at school anymore. That much was obvious.
Black chickens darted around the room, small little creatures chasing after them with gleeful shouts. No one seemed to notice there was a seventeen-year old girl standing in their midst.
Rachel ran for the door and gave a cry of anger when the handle wouldn't turn or budge in any way. "Let me out of here!" she shouted. "I demand to be released! You have no right to do this! I'm underage! This is kidnapping! You're going to be in so much trouble when my fathers find out! They will have all of America searching for me! You know my dad is a good friend of the President! If you let me go now, I'll see to it that your charges be reduced!" Rachel banged on the door. "Where the hell am I?"
"In Kingy's castle," a small, lispy voice said. As if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Rachel stared at the small creature before screaming and trying to get away from it, only serving to trip herself.
Two arms caught her just before she hit the ground. Drawn to the noise, a green eyed lady stared down at the unconscious form of the mortal in her arms. Never had she seen a teenager wished away.
Sarah, aware that all the goblins had stopped what they were doing to watch their queen and their latest guest, made a quiet gesture for them to remain silent. "She was frightened," Sarah whispered to Fluffy who was looking concerned.
"Is she seen Kingy before brekky?" Fluffy asked, wide eyed.
Stifling a laugh, Sarah shook her head. "No, where she comes from-" Sarah stopped. How do you inform someone that they don't exist outside this realm? "Where she comes from, the goblins are mean and scary. She doesn't know they can be nice." A small twist of the truth wouldn't hurt. They didn't need to know the bad goblins were only in fairy tales.
"We shows her how nice we is!" Fluffy said solemnly. "Then she no scared!"
The other goblins nodded fervently. "We be's good!" they promised in unison.
Laying the girl on a make-shift bed of clean rags, Sarah left to go get Quinn. Perhaps having a girl near her own age would help put her at ease. Maybe Jareth would be able to help when he finished dealing with the Runner. For some reason, the wished-away felt comfortable around him. At least the babies did.
Sarah had just closed the throne room door when a girl popped up in front of her.
"Hey Aunt Sarah," Brittany greeted without her usual smile. While Aboveground she acted rather ditzy, she was actually pretty smart. In order to keep her two worlds separate, she had two personalities. But in both worlds she was kind and cheerful. For the most part. Today, however, not even Brittany could put on a happy face.
Brittany was really worried. If Santana failed – and it was not that she lacked faith in Santana, she simply knew how hard the Labyrinth truly was – then Rachel would be stuck down here forever. Either getting adopted by a Fae family – by Fae standards, Rachel would still be a little child – and raised as a noble, or she could stay as a permanent guest at the Goblin Castle, or even become a servant if she wished. But there would be no Broadway. No fame. None of the stardom that Rachel had been dreaming about since she was a toddler. And Brittany was pretty sure that would kill her.
"Brittany!" Sarah exclaimed in surprise. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"My friend got wished away." Brittany sighed, feeling her anger flare up. "And now my girlfriend is running the labyrinth. I couldn't stay up there and not do something about it. So I asked Uncle Jareth to take me away." Brittany was glad that the words used for her were just like a passport and not a one-way ticket to eternity in the Underground. If only it would work for Rachel, too. But she didn't have that privilege; it was only reserved for Brittany and her mate, Santana.