"Magenta?" She stirred. "Magenta?" She opened her eyes, and removed the pillow from her face.
"Yes?" She yawned, sitting up. She couldn't believe her eyes. An entire buffet, well, to Magenta at least, was laid out in front of her.
"Breakfast." Magenta laughed. She couldn't believe this was real. "And, since you didn't bring any clothes, one of the goblins can make something for." One of the goblins who served the food stepped forward "There we go. I'll be in the throne room." Magenta nodded. After he left, she ate quickly. Surprisingly, being made by goblins, the food wasn't half bad. Better than Eddie.
The goblins made her a dress similar to the maid's dress, except this one's sleeves were longer, it was white, and there was a brown leather belt around her waist. She slipped on boots they had made, heeled, she guessed about four inches, and they matched the belt.
"Now... Where's the throne room?" The goblins lead her to it, and she liked the vibe. Upbeat, but still annoyed. "Hello? Jareth?" He laughed from behind her, and she jumped. "Alright, you need to stop doing that." He laughed again.
"What a delightful outfit." He took her hand lightly in his, and lead her to the throne. Except, now... He had a second one. He offered her the new one, and she sat down lightly. He sat down in his, and grabbed his whip. "So, how are you enjoying yourself so far?"
Magenta laughed. "Honestly? Like royalty. I lived with the prince before. All I was... Well, I was his bloody servant and if I screwed up..." Magenta gestured towards the whip. "Of course he had a real one. Look how flimsy that thing is!" She took it from his hands, and whipped her legs. "Bedroom. Totally." She giggled as she gave it back.
"It's nice that you have extensive knowledge on this..." Magenta shrugged, thinking about how Frank used to whip them.
"My old master used to whip my brother and I." Magenta pulled up her dress sleeve to show the scars wrapping around her upper arm.
"Master?" Magenta nodded. "What kind of masochistic sicko would do that?" Magenta looked visibly relieved.
"Well, at least I know my new master won't absolutely torture me." Jareth chuckled. "What?"
"What do you mean, your new master?" Jareth laughed, while Magenta eyed him. "You think I brought you here because I needed a new servant didn't you?" She nodded. "Listen Maggie- Can I call you Maggie?" She nodded, she strangely didn't mind. "Look around. Do you see one human here?"
"You." Magenta looked around, and all she could see was little brown and green wrinkly figures. "That's all."
"What about you?" She shrugged. She was half human. He mother came from earth, he father from the galaxy of Transylvania.
"I guess I count. I'm only half human." Magenta looked at Jareth, and he was glancing at one of the goblins. "Why am I here, if I'm not to be your servant?"
"You wished yourself here." Magenta looked at him, closely. She couldn't read the emotion in his eyes. "I only granted your wish, Magenta, because your mother, is the only one to make it through my labyrinth and save her younger brother, Toby." Magenta looked at Jareth, who still didn't show any emotion in his eyes. "Come." Magenta followed him to the window, and he pointed out. "That's the labyrinth. She had to save Toby, I'm assuming he's your uncle now," Magenta nodded, but he wasn't looking at her. "Look." He had conjured an orb. "Shh," He put his finger to her lips as she was about to speak, "don't. I gave your mother a peach, and she had this dream." He showed Magenta Sarah's peach dream, and she was creeped out for more than a few reasons.
One was, well, that looked exactly like Sarah, her biological mother, and she was dancing with Jareth, who hadn't changed a bit.
Two, she knew that song. It sounded exactly like the soft, clinking music from her jewelry box.
And three, maybe she was going crazy but... That dress... It looked like the doll's from her jewelry box. Only the color was off. But that couldn't be... Riff-Raff gave her that. Or... Did he?
Not even to mention he knew her uncle, Toby's name.
"It was your mother's before it was yours, love." Magenta looked up at him, surprised "Your brother took the doll off the top, died it's hair, made the necklace into a crown, put emeralds in the brown eyes, and got a new dress that looked quite like your mother's, to say the least. He put it on a new box, and it was perfectly fine."
She looked at his face again, looking at it closer. "You look like... My mother showed us newspaper articles on her mother. You look a lot like the actor she ran off with." She touched the side of his face. "David... Something. David..." She dropped her hand, and thought. "David..." Majors?
It hit Magenta again, and she slid down the wall. "Ma... Magenta?" He crouched down to her eye level. She didn't notice. "Magenta?" He stood back up.
"What's wrong with the new quee-" Jareth kicked the goblin as far as he could in the air.
"You idiot! She doesn't know about that, and I'd like to keep it that way!" he looked around. "HOGBRAIN!" He appeared out of the shadows.
"Hoggle, sir." His face hadn't gotten any better. It was getting worse with age, more wrinkled, chapped, rough, and scarred.
"Yes... Did... Did, uh, Sarah ever do this?" Hoggle looked at him.
He smirked, brushing aside he was probably going to get kicked across the labyrinth. "You're worried about her, aren't you?" Jareth resisted kicking him.
"No! I'm worried that she's having a panic attack, and she'll end up... Like..." He sighed, and Hoggle nodded.
"Her mother never did this. She won't destr-" Jareth glared at him, signalling him to be quiet.
"I think it's time to leave Hogbreath." Hoggle nodded, and walked out of the throne room, who Jareth had managed to clear before Magenta froze. He crouched down again. "Magenta?" He placed his hand on her knee, and rubbed awkward circles. "It's alright honey... Maggie? Magenta?" She blinked a few times, and he sighed out of relief. "Thank god, I thou-" He was cut off by Magenta sobbing, and crashing into him.
"It... It was worse... This... This time." She played with the collar on his shirt until she stopped crying. He picked her up when he was sure she was okay, and carried her to the window that overlooks the city.
"Magenta... Honey... What was worse?" She picked at a dying vine growing beside the window.
"I think about what killed my brother sometimes." She played with it more. "Our lab exploded. My friend survived, but he didn't. I space out sometimes." Jareth placed his hand on her knee.
"You're fine." He took her hand, and walked her over to the thrones. The goblins were back in the room, and Magenta was enjoying talking to them.
"Now... What's that for?" Jareth had his whip to the side, he exchanged it for his scepter, and had his head in his hands.
"That's a pit to put the things in. Like the-a babies, and the-a... That's it." The goblins laughed, and Magenta giggled.
"That's cool. You know, I'm Sarah's daughter." The goblins had a little uproar, but Jareth snapped the whip.
"Quiet!" He started to speak again, but Magenta cut him off.
"Now, wait just a minute! There's no need to be rude. We were nice to our master. Never out of line." Jareth raised his eyebrows.
"Really?" He looked at a smiling Magenta. She looked so graceful, so beautiful.
"Yeah." She laughed, and let a little goblin up on her lap. "This one's kind of cute." She giggled.
Jareth smiled, he couldn't help it. 'And she's going to be your queen.'
Jareth growled at the voice in his head. 'Oh, shut up. Really. She might hear you.'
'Jareth.' He sighed, looking at Magenta playing with the little goblin.
'I know...'
A/N So, a short chapter. The average for this story is 12 kb, and this on is 8 kb. But that's good, it might give me some space to clear up some things.
So, Sarah is Magenta and Riff Raff's mother. Their father goes off and marries some other slut, and she is Columbia's mother. Jareth's family is unknown. Jareth is planning to marry Magenta, however, she does not know it yet. Magenta used to fuck her brother, so now she has PTSD from having to wipe his exploded body's splatters off the walls. Jareth had a tiny, obsessive crush on Sarah. Cleared up?
And that brings me to my second point. Jareth and Sarah together isn't creepy, right? It's sweet! Sarah's a bitch. My friends think Sarah was right to leave Jareth, I don't think so. I mean, who cares if a man who's a couple thousand years old has a crush on you? If it's David Bowie, (Who will live that long, don't try to convince me otherwise,) you stay.