Disclaimer: I do not own Jareth, the Labyrinth, or any of its inhabitants. I do own anything/ anyone/ anyplace that I created in this fanfic… which I also own… XP nah!
I also do not own Aminta or Mikel. They were both created by Eriks leadinglady and belong to her.
Summary: It's been ten years since Sarah's trip to the Underworld to save her baby brother from an accidental wish. She thinks she's finally rid of the Goblin King when he suddenly shows up, revealing that she's been wished away. But something's different about her and he intends to figure out what it is. Can he help heal her past or will they continue to hurt each other?
Warning: Jareth is totally out of character. So is Sarah.
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Last Time:
"Now get in bed. You need to relax Jareth. We'll find her."
He stumbled onto his bed and put his face in his hands. "Out…"
"Jar-"
"Out." She sighed but nodded and squeezed his shoulder before exiting the room.
He glanced at Jason who smiled sadly. "I… I thought they'd come after me seeing as how I wasn't part of the council anymore… guess this entire time… you've been their target." The amber eyed man sighed heavily getting to his feet and heading for the doorway. "Call me if you need me mate," he said as he shut the door behind him.
Jareth growled under his breath before swallowing roughly and standing, walking over to the window and looking up. I will find you Sarah… and I will slaughter whomever is responsible. His eyes flashed. I promise you that…
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Heal Me, Hurt Me
By: Kadasa Mori
Chapter 37
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Kidnapping – Day 1 – November 24th
He was not a happy camper.
His lord had ordered him to kidnap Jareth's mortal and leave. He hadn't wanted to so he made someone else do it. They'd harmed two women in order to do so but been able to keep the kidnapped girl unconscious… until now, after they'd handed her off to him.
"LET ME GO! YOU JERK! I'M GONNA BEAT YOUR HEAD IN WITH A STICK!"
His eyes twitched, wincing as she managed to kick him in the chest again. Thrown over his shoulder, the brunette was screaming at the top of her lungs almost nonstop for about forty-three minutes now and he was starting to get a little annoyed. I mean, who wouldn't, right?
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" he snarled, dropping her on the ground. She yelped then darted to her feet and took off. Taking a shaky breath and trying to keep from killing her, he raced after her, grabbing her wrist and dragging her in the direction of her new 'home'. "If you don't shut up I'll kill you!" he snapped at her.
"LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE!" she shouted at him, using her other hand to claw at his.
He sneered at her. "How the hell am I lying?!"
"If you were gonna kill me you would have already! NOW LET GO!" she shrieked loudly, sending birds into flight. She threw all of her weight back, causing her to fall on the ground but also for him to let go. She spun and began stumbling to her feet but he grabbed her ankle and jerked.
"Would you STOP moving?!" he hissed.
"NO!" she shouted loudly. "LET ME GO!!!"
He realized the mistake of not grabbing her arms as she swung with the heavy branch in her hands and hit him… right where it hurts…
He let out a yelp of pain and collapsed onto the ground. She tore off in the opposite direction, running as fast as she could and mentally cursing Jareth for not teaching her how to transport quickly… or transform into something large with wings or something!
Something tackled her and she screamed as she was flipped onto her back, the hands going around her neck and lifting her into the air, her precious supply of oxygen cut off. "I'm going to KILL you!" he screamed, face still red and in pain as he shook her. She clawed at his hands, kicking wildly, though the force was beginning to slow and her vision darkened.
Damn… my stupid mouth!
"That's enough Darium."
The pressure released and her vision cleared, the first being the heavy muscular guard holding onto 'Darium's shoulder. Darium's face was dark and he glowered at the man before finally setting her down. She inhaled sharply, falling to her hands and knees and coughing a few times to get air back into her body.
Sweet air how I've missed thee…
"That'll teach ya," Darium muttered angrily.
She scowled then realized the log was at her side, not having dropped it till he tried to strange her. She grabbed it and swung again. He let out a shriek to rival any girl's, falling to the ground in front of her. She darted backwards but collided with another guard and cursed darkly.
Darium glowered at her. "I'll kill you!" he squeaked.
The guard that had held onto his shoulder chuckled. "Let's bring her to the cell boys."
She scowled as she was led towards a looming castle then looked over her shoulder and smirked at Darium who was still curled up on the ground. "Might wanna put some ice on that sweetie!" she called and laughed as he just twitched.
The guard beside her smacked her upside the head. "Shut up."
She scowled, rubbing it. "Don't tell me what to do!" He growled darkly, hand inching towards the sword at his side and she snapped her mouth shut. Stupid fat guards…
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How long had it been? A week? Two weeks? She was beginning to feel the effects of not seeing green grass and tall trees, a vast sky and a full moon. She shuddered, looking down at her fingers. Even though there was hardly any light, her eyes could see better than most, but that was beginning to fail. Her head throbbed, joints ached and she was pale. Her fingers trembled lightly every few minutes. Not a good sign.
The woman looked up as a young woman was flung into the cell. The girl leapt to her feel as the door slammed shut and raced up to the bars. "Hey! You jerk! That's no way to treat a lady! Hey! Hey you! Fatso! I'm talking to you! Hey!... I know where you live!!!" The door slammed shut, it echoing in the dungeons.
The brunette scowled and stepped back, crossing her arms angrily before realizing she wasn't alone. "Oh! Hi! My name's Sarah! What's yours?"
The woman smiled softly. "My name is Samra. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Sarah."
"You too… though it would be much nicer if we'd met outside these bars."
Samra chuckled. "Quite assuredly so."
Sarah walked over and flopped down a few feet away from her against the wall, and rubbed at her neck. "So how's this room?"
"Dry, boring and stone."
"Ah… I'd figured as much. No problems as of yet?"
"None that I've found."
"Do we get fed?"
"Twice a day, sunrise and sunset."
"Good." She rubbed her stomach. "I'm hungry."
Samra made an unpleasant face. "It's not that appetizing."
"Well food is food is food is food. I'm not gonna not eat just because it's yucky. Sides. I need my energy so I can smack whomever put me in here." Sarah cleared her throat, feeling it beginning to ache.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah I just… hurt myself."
"How?"
"Some guy was trying to strangle me. Luckily he did not succeed."
Samra gasped and hurried over, kneeling in front of her. "Let me see if I can heal it."
"No need. Save your energy."
"No. I'll do what I can till I can't."
Sarah blinked then grinned. "Alright! Heal away!"
Samra shut her eyes, fingers tapping lightly against Sarah's neck. After a few seconds cool relief washed over the girl and she felt the ache and pressure fading quickly. "Ah… thank you Samra." The woman sat back, panting slightly but looking triumphant (and much healthier in Sarah's opinion).
"You're welcome. The marks aren't gone but they won't hurt anymore."
Sarah grinned. "Yay!"
Samra sat back against the wall and let out a slow breath. "Wow… I haven't done healing magic in a long time…"
"Oh? Can anyone use healing magic?"
"To a point. I'm pretty good at healing, but others can on manage small cuts and bruises." The woman tapped her chin. "There was this one time this guy fell quite a few feet down and his arm bone was-"
Sarah squeaked and slapped her hands over her ears. "No! I don't wanna know!"
Samra giggled. "All right then. I won't tell you."
"Good." They sat in silence for a few moments before Sarah turned to her. "So how'd they get you?"
"Huh?"
"How'd they capture you?"
"Oh… I was sitting with my husband in the garden and he went inside to get something. I heard the bushes rustle behind and spun only feel something hit my head." She shrugged. "When I woke up, I was here."
"Hm…"
"How about you?"
"I was at a party and my friends and I went outside to talk, any make fun of me as usual for being so slow. The guy came up behind me and hurt one of my friends. I tried to stop him but he must've hit my head or something because I blacked out."
Samra frowned. "This man has no honor, sneaking up behind his enemies like that."
"Well, it's smart on his part."
"What?! Why?"
Sarah grinned wickedly at her. "Well if he hadn't snuck up, we would've taken him out."
This caused the woman to hide her laughter. "Very true Miss Sarah."
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Several hours later, lying in the middle of the room with her left side facing Samra, Sarah was bored. Not that bored because she'd been chit chatting on and off with Samra for awhile but still… she was bored. She'd tried counting all of the stones in the cell and had gotten to seventy-six when she gave up and counted the bars on the door, which there were eleven, and the bars on the tiny window at the top of the room, which there were six.
Sighing heavily once again she glanced at her cell mate who was leaning against the wall, eyes shut but Sarah could tell she was still awake. "So Miss Samra? Do you have any title I should know about?"
The woman opened her eyes and smiled. "Lady of Fog Mountain."
Sarah blinked then her jaw dropped and she sat up quickly. "You're Toroku's wife?!"
Samra chuckled softly. "Yes, surprising as it may be. He does have a heart."
Sarah let out a cry. "That means… that means he isn't behind this."
A frown decorated Samra's features. "Behind what?"
"Behind… how long have you been in here?"
"Well… I was kidnapped on… October the 22nd."
"You've been in here for a month?!"
Samra's eyes widened. "It's been that long?" She looked down. "Toroku must be so worried…"
"Samra." She turned to Sarah who looked extremely serious, a foreign look on her face for Samra had yet to see something other than annoyance or a grin. "What did you know before you were kidnapped?"
Samra cocked her head. "About the darkness entering the Underground? Well… I know in July that the leader of the Northern Panther tribe was killed by a fire creature and someone was attacked by an ice creature. The trolls had been acting up but it was nothing out of the ordinary. They sometimes did. The following month Orion was killed."
"Orion?"
"My brother. He'd been guarding the codes to the High Council Treasury and they found him dead at home." She sighed shakily. "Toroku asked where the codes were. He just wanted to make sure they were in the right hands but everyone took it the wrong way and word spread like wildfire about it. He instantly went to Jareth. Puts a lot of faith in that man I believe. Jareth calmed him down a lot and began spreading the word that no one was guilty and everyone should trust in each other for the time being. There was another council meeting the following month and I was kidnapped the month after that… last month I believe."
"Well… since you've been kidnapped, a lot of things have been happening. Everyone seems on guard. I went to Crystal Lake just the other day and the soldiers were tense. Toroku was yelling at Jareth asking where something was…" Her eyes widened. "That's what it was about!"
"What was about?"
"He was trying to find you! But Jareth either couldn't say or couldn't remember. I'd wondered what riled him up so much. He was looking for this place!"
Samra sighed heavily, drawing her legs up to her chest. "This place is practically unplottable. There are so many spells it's ridiculous."
Sarah snorted. "Not if I have any say in it!"
The woman sent her an amused smile. "Oh? And how will you plot it if you can not get out of it?"
"Well…" She frowned. "I haven't gotten that far yet! Gimme a little while!"
Samra chuckled. "What else has occurred?"
"Well Jason requested troops for his lands, and from what I gathered, they sent a few hundred and almost all were slaughtered in a surprise attack the enemy had planned."
"Which of course only privileged members knew, am I right?"
Sarah nodded. "I think Jason did something though, because I haven't seen him since yesterday and he always spends time bugging the hell out of Kara and everyone."
"Oh… I don't think Jason would ever go against Jareth though Sarah. So don't worry," she assured. "Jason and Jareth have been friends since before they were born."
"So do you know who's behind this?"
"No. He hasn't come down to visit… or he may have… I'm not sure. I've only seen the council once and that was very briefly. Not many of them know Toroku is even married."
"Why?"
"Because… elves are… they're a bit more…"
"Below fae standards?"
"Yes." Samra smiled weakly. "Most fae don't believe elves are their equals."
"Most fae are idiots."
That got a chuckle out of the woman. "Aye. That too."
Sarah grinned then flopped back onto the ground.
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"Sarah?" She turned quickly from her inspection of a small indentation in the wall. "Where are you from?"
"Well I'm originally from the aboveground. You see, I was wished away so I live with Jareth."
"Oh… wait… Sarah…." Samra frowned, obviously trying to recall where she'd heard the name before.
Sarah sighed heavily. "Yes. I'm the Sarah Williams."
"No… no that's not it…" She suddenly gasped. "You're the one Toroku met a few months ago!" She giggled. "He said he insulted you just to see what you'd do and you snapped back at him!" Sarah grinned, recalling that. "He laughed so hard when he got back home. No one's ever really done that to him before! Especially after they were probably warned by the Goblin King not to do so."
"Yes. Jareth warned me lots but I kinda ignored it… or just asked myself what the definition of arguing really was." She grinned. "Enforcing is not the same is it?"
Samra giggled. "No. I don't believe so."
"Good then! I didn't argue!"
"Shut it you two." They turned to the doorway as a guard stood there. He bent down and lifted the food flap, shoving two bowls into the cell before standing and walking back out, door slamming behind him.
Sarah quickly crawled over, grabbed the bowls and crawled back, handing one to Samra. "Dig in!"
"Sarah. I would like to warn you that it's-" Sarah choked on the first bite and Samra winced. "Not all that pleasant."
"Good god!" Sarah exclaimed. "This is like… like… like eating paste!" She cast a wary look at it. "Is it paste?"
"I… don't think so…"
They both stared at their food before Sarah sighed heavily. "Well… bottoms up…" She quickly put a spoonful in her mouth and swallowed, wincing as it slid down her throat.
Samra shrugged. "I think I'm getting used to it… I can hardly taste it anymore… maybe it'll get better for you too?" Sarah was too busy trying not to gag to listen.
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Kidnapping – Day 2 – November 25th
"Day two of hell," Sarah announced darkly as Samra stirred.
Samra snorted. "Not for me."
"Fine. Day two of hell for Sarah. Day thirty two of hell for Samra."
"Thanks," Samra murmured.
Sarah looked over. "You okay?"
"Mm…"
Sarah frowned then scooted closer. "You can use my shoulder if you want. I'll be awake for like… ever…"
Samra chuckled softly but leaned towards Sarah. "Thanks," she murmured. "Even if… you didn't want to… be here… it's nice to… have some… company…"
Sarah smiled then turned to watch the shadows dancing on the wall from the shifting light. Oh man… I'm bored…
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Sarah laughed as she raced through the field of yellow flowers. "Hey! Come back here you!" The chocolate chip cookie bounced away happily. "Hey! Come back!" She was gaining on it and reached out, grabbing its sides and hugging it. "I caught you!" She laughed and opened her mouth to take a bite.
"Sarah?"
The brunette sat up quickly. "M'awake! I'm awake!"
"Oh! I'm sorry!" Samra cried. "Go back to sleep!"
"Bah. I'll sleep later. What's the matter?"
"I was just gonna ask you a question but-"
"Ask."
She shifted uneasily. "Who… do you think it is?"
"Who… you mean who's responsible?"
"Yeah."
"Well I thought it was Toroku but we've disproved that theory." She tapped her chin. "Everyone else in the council doesn't seem probable… Ryuu's going out with Evie-"
"Ryuu?!"
She turned to Samra quickly. "Huh? Yeah… what?"
"He's actually going out?" she squealed, looking the most animated Sarah had ever seen. "Oh my goddess!"
Sarah stared at Samra. "Erm…"
Samra blinked in confusion then flushed darkly. "Oh… sorry. I used to take care of him when he was little."
"… and how old is he?"
"He's… maybe in his 300's?"
"How old are you?"
"Almost 900. Toroku's 50 years younger than Jareth."
Sarah blinked. "How old is Jareth?!"
"He's 975." Sarah almost fell over. Samra giggled. "That's like 30's in your world Sarah."
"Yeah… so I've been told." Sarah scratched her head then sighed heavily. "He's like… my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-so on and so forth-great grandfather!"
Samra laughed. "I don't believe he'd like to be called your grandfather."
"Me neither. That's why I shall call him such. Now," she shifted, getting comfortable (or as comfortable as she could), "I'm going back to my cookie."
"Cookie?"
"Mm. Chocolate chip."
Samra blinked then sighed. "Sarah Williams, you are an odd one."
"You have no idea."
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"I'm bored… I'm bored… I'm bored… I'm bored…"
Sarah stared up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. Samra was ignoring her or just tuning her out. About twenty-five minutes ago she'd began her 'I'm bored' chant. Samra had answered the first dozen. After twenty she told her to stop talking. After thirty she threw her shoe at her. After forty she zoned out.
So… saying 'I'm bored' every three seconds would be… twenty in one minute… so… in twenty-five minutes it would've been… carry the zero… divided by seventeen… five hundred 'I'm bored's! Sarah grinned to herself. I wonder how many Jareth can get through without killing me…
"Sarah?"
Sarah looked over at Samra who looked confused, then realized while doing math she'd stopped speaking and alerted the dozing Samra. "Oh… hey Sammy. How's it going?" Samra raised an eyebrow then sighed and shook her head. "What?"
"Sarah. You're an odd one…"
"Like I said before, you have no idea."
"Shut up." They both turned as a guard spoke up in front of their cell. "The Lord of the house is coming to visit."
The girls glanced at each other quickly. Samra looked slightly worried but Sarah's eyes glittered with determination to cause vast amounts of pain onto this man.
The dungeon door suddenly opened a blanket of light cascading over them. Their eyes widened. "You!" Sarah cried, leaping to her feet.
The intruder stepped forward with a smirk. "Yes. Me. Were you expecting someone else?" Sarah growled darkly as Kaigan of the Western Oceans crossed his arms over his chest.
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To all Heal Me, Hurt Me Readers and Reviewers,
Zomg! So I'm sitting here eating a Hershey bar right, working on this when the piece gets stuck to the roof of my mouth and won't come off so I chug some diet pepsi and it melts my mouth but not the chocolate! What the heck?! So now there's this melt-y feeling around my mouth except for where the chocolate piece was! (sighs then eats more chocolate)
So anyway, HA!!! It wasn't Toroku!!! Yay! Most unexpected award goes to maskedpainter who guessed it was Alan's family! That woulda been so cool! But not at the same time cause Kira woulda went nutso on them! Why are none of my words proper English? O.o Goodness…
I hope Samra was a detailed enough character. I couldn't really add much movement in the cell, just chatter because… well it's a cell. Not much can be in done in it…
So yeah, hopefully you didn't think it was Kaigan and I achieved my goal of greatness! Mwhahahaha!!!
(chokes on chocolate)
Kadasa Mori
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Sarah turned as she heard a slight wheeze. "Samra?"
The woman cleared her throat and turned, smiling wearily. "Yes Sarah?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, just a little tired."
Sarah shifted closer to the woman. "Are you sure? You look really pale."
"Thank you for that darling spirit lifting comment."
The brunette grinned. "It's what I do. But seriously, are you okay?"
"Would it make a difference if I weren't?" Sarah didn't reply. "I apologize… I'm just weary of seeing all of this stone…"
"Me too. I mean they could put up some pictures! Ooo! Like a pretty pastel color right?" Samra smiled, listening to Sarah's babble, feeling her fingertips beginning to go numb.