Okay, this insane idea was thought up by Dee. So blame her. I only helped her bring it to life
through writing. *g* Enjoy and comment!! Or we'll write another one! lol
Disclaimer: We have no control over our actions so we take no blame for them. *g* And if that
doesn't work, the X-Files and the Labyrinth belong to their respective parties, we only borrowed
them for a bit. The listians were used and we pity them now.(please note: if we did own this, this
would be on tv not here. Thank you!)
UFOs, Little Grey Men and a Labyrinth
Written by Jade and Dee
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
* * *
~~~~~~~~~
Tower Park Psychological Facility
Tuesday, 9:34 pm
Entering the electronic doors to psychiatric ward, Mulder immediately went to the front desk.
Scully followed, not sure what they would find, but was certain it couldn't substantiate his claim.
"Hello there," Mulder acknowledged the receptionist, pulling his badge from his pocket and
flashing it at her. "I'm Special Agent Mulder and this is Special Agent Scully. We're here to see a
patient by the name of Sarah Williams," he stated coolly.
"Do you have an appointment?" she asked, eyeing them suspiciously.
"Ma'am, we're with the FBI. We are investigating a case and Miss Williams seems directly
involved. We would appreciate any help you might give us on this matter." Scully replied
pleasantly.
"One moment please," the receptionist responded, punching keys on her phone.
Mulder and Scully exchanged glances.
"Doctor, there are two agents here from the FBI and they wish to speak with Sarah," she spoke
into the receiver, keeping her voice low and efficient. "Yes, doctor." she replied, then replaced
the receiver once again.
Getting to her feet, she glanced back at the pair. "This way please," she stated, walking down the
hallway. Coming to a door, she turned the knob and pushed it open slowly. "Sarah?" she called.
"Yeah?" came the voice from inside.
"You have visitors," the receptionist called.
"Just a second," Sarah replied back.
"Wait here, she'll be with you in a moment," she stated, walking back down the hall.
"Nice personality, don't you agree Scully?" Mulder mused.
Scully smiled slightly, shaking her head, but straightened up when the door opened before them.
Standing there on the other side was a young girl. Long dark tresses that set off her innocent
green eyes. A pleasant smile on her lips, she stepped back and motioned them inside.
"Thank you Miss Williams," Mulder said, stepping through the doorway.
"Sarah, please," she corrected amiably.
"Sarah," Mulder acknowledged. "I'm Special Agent Mulder and this is my partner, Special Agent
Scully." Glancing around, he noticed that her room wasn't the standard patient room. In fact, it
was more homey, with a natural ambiance.
"Why are you here?" she asked straight out.
"We are investigating a string of cases and my partner here thinks you are the key," Scully said,
hiding her amusement with the whole situation.
"Me?" Sarah asked, surprised.
"Miss Williams, Sarah, what can you tell us of the Goblin King?" Mulder asked without
hesitation.
Sarah was taken aback. Would she never be free from Jareth? She stared blankly back at Mulder,
not sure if she wanted to divulge what she knew or not. Seems every time she had mentioned
Jareth, she got nothing but trouble.
"Sarah? Is everything alright?" Scully asked.
"Yeah," she replied, her attention returning to where it belonged. "What could the FBI want with
a children's fairy tale villain?" she asked, her voice calm and collected.
"I've read your file Sarah. You've claimed to come up face to face with him and win," Mulder
said, his seriousness taking over.
"So? Why do you think I am in here?" she asked, a slight smile on her face.
"Protection maybe? You tell me?" Mulder pushed. "This isn't a normal
patient's room. You have conveniences that the others don't."
"Sarah, we are only trying to help you," Scully offered.
"Help me? Were you there to help me get my brother back? Were you there to help me traverse
the Labyrinth? Were you there when I had to confront that monster?" Sarah asked, her voice
rising in anger. "No. And do you know why?"
Mulder shook his head, watching her closely.
"Because it seems to the ordinary world, that such villains and places don't exist," she stated,
looking Mulder square in the eye. "Jareth is not one to be trifle with, Mr. Mulder."
"How do we find him? He does exist, doesn't he?" Mulder prodded, wanting the answers more
than he realized.
Sarah got to her feet and walked to the window. Glancing out across the rooftops, she played
with a necklace that hung around her neck. "Yes, he is very real," she whispered, her eyes not
leaving the scenery in front of her.
"How do we find him?" Mulder asked.
"You merely have to wish someone away. Then he will come and give you a choice." she said,
her voice distant.
"And how would one go about 'wishing' someone away?" he asked, still insistent on knowing.
Sarah turned around to face him. "I won't tell you that," she stated firmly.
"Why?" Scully asked, still not convinced of any relevance.
"Because I will not subject someone else to Jareth's little games. I almost lost when I was there
before," she stated, looking down at the floor.
"What happens when you lose?" Scully asked, watching Sarah's demeanor darken.
"Then Jareth takes all," she replied, glancing up and catching Scully's gaze.
Scully could see fear written across her eyes. Somehow she knew what Sarah was trying to say.
Winner takes all. Jareth would have taken everything he could get, including Sarah. At the time
she supposedly went through the ordeal of the Labyrinth, a mere fifteen year old girl against a
grown man, in the end he would quite possibly have taken advantage of her both mentally and
physically. Scully looked toward Mulder, not wanting to think about what might have happened.
"Sarah," Mulder began but she cut him off.
"It is far easier than you think, Mr. Mulder. I don't wish on anyone what I had to endure," she
replied, her eyes flitting across the contents of her room. They landed on a red leather bound
book, resting peacefully on her desk.
Mulder followed her gaze to see the book. Deciding it to be of value, he got to his feet to retrieve
it, only to have Sarah grasp it and clutch it to her chest.
"This is mine, and I would appreciate you not messing with my things," she stated, her face full of
fear.
"I only wanted to look at it, where is the harm in that?" he said, his tone soothing. "What's in the
book Sarah?" he asked.
"Nothing of importance to you," she stated, her voice soft.
"Does that book contain the phrase to summon the Goblin King?" he asked, looking into the girl's
eyes. She could see that he believed her, but only silence answered him. "Sarah?"
Sarah walked away from him and back to the window. His persistence would no doubt get him
into trouble, and she didn't want to be the cause. She could hear him talking softly to Scully, but
paid it no heed. She didn'tever want to see Jareth again, but for some odd reason, she knew she
would.
"You said it was easier than we thought," Scully mentioned. She saw Sarah turn around and
acknowledge her. "What if we guessed?" she asked.
"You don't know what you are going up against. Do you wantto lose everything that matters to
you?" Sarah whispered.
"There are children out there Sarah. Small children that never get the chance to grow up because
of him. If we give up, he wins. It's my job to stop him," Mulder stated seriously.
"At what expense Mr. Mulder?" Sarah asked, her gaze shifting from Scully to him. "You lose,
you'll never come back," she stated simply.
"I am not one to lose," Mulder remarked.
"Neither is Jareth," Sarah shot back.
"Please help us Sarah," Scully asked softly. She wasn't sure if she believed the story of such a
man, but it did appear as though Sarah did whole heartedly.
Sarah looked at Scully and sighed. She thought about all the children lost over the years and who
was the cause. Slowly, she held her book out to her, hoping that they would heed her warnings
about Jareth. She could have simply told them the words, but that wouldn't have solved anything.
That would have been too easy. If they wanted answers, they should be willing to search for
them.
Scully took the red leather bound book from Sarah's hand and had an odd sensation fill her.
Almost as though she were accepting a curse. Pushing that thought from her mind, she opened
the book to see pages of words. "Where are they?" she asked, flipping through page upon page
of black lettering.
"You'll have to find that on your own," Sarah replied, watching Scully hand the book to Mulder.
She watched him open the book and read from the first page. She got the feeling that he wouldn't
just let the opportunity slip through his fingers. "There are two sets of words you must know if
you are to attempt this. The ones to wish away, and the ones you must confront Jareth with. But
if you can't make it to the center of the Labyrinth in time, the second set will do you no good."
Mulder flipped to the end and found a phrase that stuck out. "Through dangers untold and
hardships unnumbered,"he began, glancing up at Sarah briefly to see her staring back, fear in her
eyes. "You have no power over me. Seems simple enough," Mulder commented, noting it to
memory just in case. Returning to the beginning, he picked up reading where he left off, soon
coming across the phrase Sarah had tried so desperately to hide. With a smile, he looked up at
Scully then to Sarah. "You can't beserious?"
Sarah didn't reply. She sat down and wished that they had never darkened her doorstep, and
regretted handing over her book.
"Sarah? Are you alright?" Scully asked softly, noticing Sarah's paling face.
"Come on Sarah, these can't be the words you used to wish your brother away. They're too
easy," Mulder commented, looking them over with amusement. "I, for one, am a believer in the
ancient arts. I have studied many facts surrounding occult activities, in which many use special
words or phrases that they claim do their bidding. I see magic words as merely a way to liven
up an illusion, though some may be on the level. But even I have my doubts about magic words."
"You do Mulder?" Scully asked, her amusement showing. "Since when?"
"Oh come on Scully. Everyone has tried magic at one time in their life, whether they are young or
old. I'm sure you've heard them. Presto, Open Sesame among a long list of words that any
magician has used to cover up their illusion. Abracadabra never opened any doors for me, so why
should something simple like, I wish the goblins would come and take you away, right now
work?" Mulder asked.
Suddenly, without warning, the lights flickered and died down. A strange anomaly happened as
Mulder witness a wind whipping through Sarah's room. He might not have found that odd had he
not seen an owl flying about the room. "Scully?" he asked, somehow knowing there would be no
reply.
"She's gone Mr. Mulder. I warned you, but you didn't listen," Sarah replied, getting to her feet.
Her hair flew around her face until the wind abruptly stopped. There before them stood Jareth,
the Goblin King, in all his glory. Sarah took a step back, still afraid of him after all this time.
"Aren't you going to say hello my dear?" Jareth scoffed, looking languidly at Sarah.
Mulder eyed him carefully. "What have you done with my partner?" he asked, moving his hand
slowly toward his gun.
"Why just what you asked, Fox. My, what a name that is!" he chuckled.
Mulder pulled his gun from the holster and leveled it at Jareth. "Where is she?" he asked again.
Jareth lost his humor and with a flick of his wrist, he sent Mulder's gun flying back to strike the
wall and land on the ground with a thud. Jareth stared him down, a smug smile on his face.
"Where did you think she would go?" Jareth toyed.
Mulder glanced at Sarah. He could tell that this man frightened her more than she would let on.
Looking back at Jareth, Mulder took in his appearance. The black boots over the grey tights that
he was sure women would swoon over. The black waistcoat that he wore over his white shirt,
changed colors with Jareth's movements. He could see the King was amused, but he had no time
for amusement. Scully would undoubtedly blame him for this.
"I shall give you the choice of trying to save your beautiful redheaded friend, or..." Jareth trailed
off, producing a crystal on his fingertips. "Perhaps you'd like to have a chance at your dreams,"
he finished, the smile on his face widening as Mulder peered into the crystal with wide eyes.
"Samantha," Mulder breathed, gazing within the swirling depths of the crystal. There was his
sister, alive and happy.
"Mulder don't," Sarah whispered, grasping his arm and pulling him away from the enticing image.
"It's just a trick. Nothing is ever as it seems. You can't forget Agent Scully," Sarah stated,
looking into his eyes to see the vaguest glimmer of hope.
Mulder turned to face Jareth. "No deal," he replied, unsure of what he just got himself into.
"So be it," Jareth answered.
Mulder found himself standing on the top of a windswept hill overlooking a gigantic maze.
Looking it over for some clue as to how to solve it, the walls changed right before his eyes.
Setting his jaw, he pulled a bag of sunflower seeds from his inside pocket. "So this is the
so-called Labyrinth?"
"So called?" Jareth questioned, raising a stern brow. Crossing his arms across his chest, Jareth
stared at his advisary. "You have thirteen hours in which to solve the Labyrinth..."
"Jareth," Mulder interrupted. "A man of your greatness and apparent power gives me such a
limited time to solve this intricate maze. You can't be thinking that someone of my lowliness
could actually come close in say twenty four hours. It has been found in many ancient tribes that
the day has an actual balance, out of which comes control. Many ancient religions base their
entire existence on a day."
"Shut up!" Jareth roared, confused by all the double talk. "Twenty four hours then, not that it will
help you any," Jareth added haughtily, his arrogance hanging thick in the air.
"Thank you, oh great one," Mulder added, pouring it on thick. Jareth waved his hand and
disappeared from sight. "Solve my Labyrinth, or your partner shall be mine forever..." Jareth's
voice carried through the air, his smugness clinging to every word.
Mulder looked over the Labyrinth one last time, before descending the hill toward the massive
wall surrounding it.
* * *
note to the reader: Yes, we realized that Jareth wouldn't be confused at all by all the double talk,
but it was merely a way to get Mulder to shut up. lol I've been asked about that before. What
do you do when you want someone to shut up and leave you be?? Give them what they want. I
hope that clears just a bit up. Thank you for your time.
through writing. *g* Enjoy and comment!! Or we'll write another one! lol
Disclaimer: We have no control over our actions so we take no blame for them. *g* And if that
doesn't work, the X-Files and the Labyrinth belong to their respective parties, we only borrowed
them for a bit. The listians were used and we pity them now.(please note: if we did own this, this
would be on tv not here. Thank you!)
UFOs, Little Grey Men and a Labyrinth
Written by Jade and Dee
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
* * *
~~~~~~~~~
Tower Park Psychological Facility
Tuesday, 9:34 pm
Entering the electronic doors to psychiatric ward, Mulder immediately went to the front desk.
Scully followed, not sure what they would find, but was certain it couldn't substantiate his claim.
"Hello there," Mulder acknowledged the receptionist, pulling his badge from his pocket and
flashing it at her. "I'm Special Agent Mulder and this is Special Agent Scully. We're here to see a
patient by the name of Sarah Williams," he stated coolly.
"Do you have an appointment?" she asked, eyeing them suspiciously.
"Ma'am, we're with the FBI. We are investigating a case and Miss Williams seems directly
involved. We would appreciate any help you might give us on this matter." Scully replied
pleasantly.
"One moment please," the receptionist responded, punching keys on her phone.
Mulder and Scully exchanged glances.
"Doctor, there are two agents here from the FBI and they wish to speak with Sarah," she spoke
into the receiver, keeping her voice low and efficient. "Yes, doctor." she replied, then replaced
the receiver once again.
Getting to her feet, she glanced back at the pair. "This way please," she stated, walking down the
hallway. Coming to a door, she turned the knob and pushed it open slowly. "Sarah?" she called.
"Yeah?" came the voice from inside.
"You have visitors," the receptionist called.
"Just a second," Sarah replied back.
"Wait here, she'll be with you in a moment," she stated, walking back down the hall.
"Nice personality, don't you agree Scully?" Mulder mused.
Scully smiled slightly, shaking her head, but straightened up when the door opened before them.
Standing there on the other side was a young girl. Long dark tresses that set off her innocent
green eyes. A pleasant smile on her lips, she stepped back and motioned them inside.
"Thank you Miss Williams," Mulder said, stepping through the doorway.
"Sarah, please," she corrected amiably.
"Sarah," Mulder acknowledged. "I'm Special Agent Mulder and this is my partner, Special Agent
Scully." Glancing around, he noticed that her room wasn't the standard patient room. In fact, it
was more homey, with a natural ambiance.
"Why are you here?" she asked straight out.
"We are investigating a string of cases and my partner here thinks you are the key," Scully said,
hiding her amusement with the whole situation.
"Me?" Sarah asked, surprised.
"Miss Williams, Sarah, what can you tell us of the Goblin King?" Mulder asked without
hesitation.
Sarah was taken aback. Would she never be free from Jareth? She stared blankly back at Mulder,
not sure if she wanted to divulge what she knew or not. Seems every time she had mentioned
Jareth, she got nothing but trouble.
"Sarah? Is everything alright?" Scully asked.
"Yeah," she replied, her attention returning to where it belonged. "What could the FBI want with
a children's fairy tale villain?" she asked, her voice calm and collected.
"I've read your file Sarah. You've claimed to come up face to face with him and win," Mulder
said, his seriousness taking over.
"So? Why do you think I am in here?" she asked, a slight smile on her face.
"Protection maybe? You tell me?" Mulder pushed. "This isn't a normal
patient's room. You have conveniences that the others don't."
"Sarah, we are only trying to help you," Scully offered.
"Help me? Were you there to help me get my brother back? Were you there to help me traverse
the Labyrinth? Were you there when I had to confront that monster?" Sarah asked, her voice
rising in anger. "No. And do you know why?"
Mulder shook his head, watching her closely.
"Because it seems to the ordinary world, that such villains and places don't exist," she stated,
looking Mulder square in the eye. "Jareth is not one to be trifle with, Mr. Mulder."
"How do we find him? He does exist, doesn't he?" Mulder prodded, wanting the answers more
than he realized.
Sarah got to her feet and walked to the window. Glancing out across the rooftops, she played
with a necklace that hung around her neck. "Yes, he is very real," she whispered, her eyes not
leaving the scenery in front of her.
"How do we find him?" Mulder asked.
"You merely have to wish someone away. Then he will come and give you a choice." she said,
her voice distant.
"And how would one go about 'wishing' someone away?" he asked, still insistent on knowing.
Sarah turned around to face him. "I won't tell you that," she stated firmly.
"Why?" Scully asked, still not convinced of any relevance.
"Because I will not subject someone else to Jareth's little games. I almost lost when I was there
before," she stated, looking down at the floor.
"What happens when you lose?" Scully asked, watching Sarah's demeanor darken.
"Then Jareth takes all," she replied, glancing up and catching Scully's gaze.
Scully could see fear written across her eyes. Somehow she knew what Sarah was trying to say.
Winner takes all. Jareth would have taken everything he could get, including Sarah. At the time
she supposedly went through the ordeal of the Labyrinth, a mere fifteen year old girl against a
grown man, in the end he would quite possibly have taken advantage of her both mentally and
physically. Scully looked toward Mulder, not wanting to think about what might have happened.
"Sarah," Mulder began but she cut him off.
"It is far easier than you think, Mr. Mulder. I don't wish on anyone what I had to endure," she
replied, her eyes flitting across the contents of her room. They landed on a red leather bound
book, resting peacefully on her desk.
Mulder followed her gaze to see the book. Deciding it to be of value, he got to his feet to retrieve
it, only to have Sarah grasp it and clutch it to her chest.
"This is mine, and I would appreciate you not messing with my things," she stated, her face full of
fear.
"I only wanted to look at it, where is the harm in that?" he said, his tone soothing. "What's in the
book Sarah?" he asked.
"Nothing of importance to you," she stated, her voice soft.
"Does that book contain the phrase to summon the Goblin King?" he asked, looking into the girl's
eyes. She could see that he believed her, but only silence answered him. "Sarah?"
Sarah walked away from him and back to the window. His persistence would no doubt get him
into trouble, and she didn't want to be the cause. She could hear him talking softly to Scully, but
paid it no heed. She didn'tever want to see Jareth again, but for some odd reason, she knew she
would.
"You said it was easier than we thought," Scully mentioned. She saw Sarah turn around and
acknowledge her. "What if we guessed?" she asked.
"You don't know what you are going up against. Do you wantto lose everything that matters to
you?" Sarah whispered.
"There are children out there Sarah. Small children that never get the chance to grow up because
of him. If we give up, he wins. It's my job to stop him," Mulder stated seriously.
"At what expense Mr. Mulder?" Sarah asked, her gaze shifting from Scully to him. "You lose,
you'll never come back," she stated simply.
"I am not one to lose," Mulder remarked.
"Neither is Jareth," Sarah shot back.
"Please help us Sarah," Scully asked softly. She wasn't sure if she believed the story of such a
man, but it did appear as though Sarah did whole heartedly.
Sarah looked at Scully and sighed. She thought about all the children lost over the years and who
was the cause. Slowly, she held her book out to her, hoping that they would heed her warnings
about Jareth. She could have simply told them the words, but that wouldn't have solved anything.
That would have been too easy. If they wanted answers, they should be willing to search for
them.
Scully took the red leather bound book from Sarah's hand and had an odd sensation fill her.
Almost as though she were accepting a curse. Pushing that thought from her mind, she opened
the book to see pages of words. "Where are they?" she asked, flipping through page upon page
of black lettering.
"You'll have to find that on your own," Sarah replied, watching Scully hand the book to Mulder.
She watched him open the book and read from the first page. She got the feeling that he wouldn't
just let the opportunity slip through his fingers. "There are two sets of words you must know if
you are to attempt this. The ones to wish away, and the ones you must confront Jareth with. But
if you can't make it to the center of the Labyrinth in time, the second set will do you no good."
Mulder flipped to the end and found a phrase that stuck out. "Through dangers untold and
hardships unnumbered,"he began, glancing up at Sarah briefly to see her staring back, fear in her
eyes. "You have no power over me. Seems simple enough," Mulder commented, noting it to
memory just in case. Returning to the beginning, he picked up reading where he left off, soon
coming across the phrase Sarah had tried so desperately to hide. With a smile, he looked up at
Scully then to Sarah. "You can't beserious?"
Sarah didn't reply. She sat down and wished that they had never darkened her doorstep, and
regretted handing over her book.
"Sarah? Are you alright?" Scully asked softly, noticing Sarah's paling face.
"Come on Sarah, these can't be the words you used to wish your brother away. They're too
easy," Mulder commented, looking them over with amusement. "I, for one, am a believer in the
ancient arts. I have studied many facts surrounding occult activities, in which many use special
words or phrases that they claim do their bidding. I see magic words as merely a way to liven
up an illusion, though some may be on the level. But even I have my doubts about magic words."
"You do Mulder?" Scully asked, her amusement showing. "Since when?"
"Oh come on Scully. Everyone has tried magic at one time in their life, whether they are young or
old. I'm sure you've heard them. Presto, Open Sesame among a long list of words that any
magician has used to cover up their illusion. Abracadabra never opened any doors for me, so why
should something simple like, I wish the goblins would come and take you away, right now
work?" Mulder asked.
Suddenly, without warning, the lights flickered and died down. A strange anomaly happened as
Mulder witness a wind whipping through Sarah's room. He might not have found that odd had he
not seen an owl flying about the room. "Scully?" he asked, somehow knowing there would be no
reply.
"She's gone Mr. Mulder. I warned you, but you didn't listen," Sarah replied, getting to her feet.
Her hair flew around her face until the wind abruptly stopped. There before them stood Jareth,
the Goblin King, in all his glory. Sarah took a step back, still afraid of him after all this time.
"Aren't you going to say hello my dear?" Jareth scoffed, looking languidly at Sarah.
Mulder eyed him carefully. "What have you done with my partner?" he asked, moving his hand
slowly toward his gun.
"Why just what you asked, Fox. My, what a name that is!" he chuckled.
Mulder pulled his gun from the holster and leveled it at Jareth. "Where is she?" he asked again.
Jareth lost his humor and with a flick of his wrist, he sent Mulder's gun flying back to strike the
wall and land on the ground with a thud. Jareth stared him down, a smug smile on his face.
"Where did you think she would go?" Jareth toyed.
Mulder glanced at Sarah. He could tell that this man frightened her more than she would let on.
Looking back at Jareth, Mulder took in his appearance. The black boots over the grey tights that
he was sure women would swoon over. The black waistcoat that he wore over his white shirt,
changed colors with Jareth's movements. He could see the King was amused, but he had no time
for amusement. Scully would undoubtedly blame him for this.
"I shall give you the choice of trying to save your beautiful redheaded friend, or..." Jareth trailed
off, producing a crystal on his fingertips. "Perhaps you'd like to have a chance at your dreams,"
he finished, the smile on his face widening as Mulder peered into the crystal with wide eyes.
"Samantha," Mulder breathed, gazing within the swirling depths of the crystal. There was his
sister, alive and happy.
"Mulder don't," Sarah whispered, grasping his arm and pulling him away from the enticing image.
"It's just a trick. Nothing is ever as it seems. You can't forget Agent Scully," Sarah stated,
looking into his eyes to see the vaguest glimmer of hope.
Mulder turned to face Jareth. "No deal," he replied, unsure of what he just got himself into.
"So be it," Jareth answered.
Mulder found himself standing on the top of a windswept hill overlooking a gigantic maze.
Looking it over for some clue as to how to solve it, the walls changed right before his eyes.
Setting his jaw, he pulled a bag of sunflower seeds from his inside pocket. "So this is the
so-called Labyrinth?"
"So called?" Jareth questioned, raising a stern brow. Crossing his arms across his chest, Jareth
stared at his advisary. "You have thirteen hours in which to solve the Labyrinth..."
"Jareth," Mulder interrupted. "A man of your greatness and apparent power gives me such a
limited time to solve this intricate maze. You can't be thinking that someone of my lowliness
could actually come close in say twenty four hours. It has been found in many ancient tribes that
the day has an actual balance, out of which comes control. Many ancient religions base their
entire existence on a day."
"Shut up!" Jareth roared, confused by all the double talk. "Twenty four hours then, not that it will
help you any," Jareth added haughtily, his arrogance hanging thick in the air.
"Thank you, oh great one," Mulder added, pouring it on thick. Jareth waved his hand and
disappeared from sight. "Solve my Labyrinth, or your partner shall be mine forever..." Jareth's
voice carried through the air, his smugness clinging to every word.
Mulder looked over the Labyrinth one last time, before descending the hill toward the massive
wall surrounding it.
* * *
note to the reader: Yes, we realized that Jareth wouldn't be confused at all by all the double talk,
but it was merely a way to get Mulder to shut up. lol I've been asked about that before. What
do you do when you want someone to shut up and leave you be?? Give them what they want. I
hope that clears just a bit up. Thank you for your time.