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UFOs, Little Grey Men and a Labyrinth
Written by Jade and Dee
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
* * *
Jareth watched Mulder's progress with aggravation. "Damn listians," he muttered, the image of
Essy leading Mulder closer to his castle making his blood boil. "They cause me nothing but
trouble."
Watching the images, a wicked smile crossed his features. Within moments, Mulder walked alone
and Essy stood in front of him. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked, showing her the crystal
in his hand.
"You like to play with your balls?" Essy snickered. "Really Jareth, it's your own fault for leaving
me out there," she added, her blue eyes flickering with a hint of malevolence.
"Get out," he stated firmly, waving his hand at her. "Get back to the city and prepare for him."
Watching Essy leave, he gave thought to how he could slow this enemy of his down.
Jareth walked to the window and looked out. All his sanity had flown out the window when he
allowed a few of his listians to take up residence beyond the castle walls. 'His Listians,' he
smirked, though he knew half of them showed him no loyalty, they were still his. The thought
eased his troubled mind as he thought of who he should send out into battle against the
underhanded Mulder. Smiling he had just the person for the job.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mulder walked along the pathway, looking for any sign of Essy's disappearance when out of the
blue, he heard soft talking up ahead. Reaching for his gun that wasn't there, he mulled over his
decision of seeking out the Goblin King as he walked slowly toward the unknown voice.
Glancing around the corner he saw a young woman with reddish brown hair sitting cross legged
on the ground with a pair of headphones on. Bopping to the music, her eyes closed, she sung
along with the lyrics completely oblivious to her visitor.
An eye sliding open, she caught a glimpse of the stranger standing there staring back at her and
jumped to her feet. "Where did you bloody come from?" she shrieked, her British accent thick.
Calming a bit she studied him, scrutinizing every last detail down to the color of his eyes. "Well
now, what's a nice bloke like you doing here?" she asked softly, batting her eyelashes at him.
"I'm special Agent Mulder with the FBI and I'm on my way to the castle supposedly. What can
you tell me of the King?" he asked, noting her smile.
"What would you like to know?" she purred softly, taking a step closer. "How about the fact that
he's a sex manic? Why are you going there anyway? You could stay right here with me, I'll let
you," she offered.
"What did you say your name was again?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"I didn't, but you can call me Gemma sweetie," she smiled back.
"Gemma," he acknowledged, then continued. "Can youtell me how to get there? My partner is
there and though she's probably going to detest me for this..."
"She?" Gemma questioned.
"Special Agent Dana Scully," he replied. "Your King has taken her and I have a limited amount
of time to get there."
"She's toast," Gemma retorted, shaking her head.
"That isn't an option," Mulder replied.
"So? You're dealing with Jareth here handsome, and if she is his prize, then you'll definitely lose if
he has anything to say about it," she stated.
"Gemma, what in the Underground do you think you're doing?" a voice cut through the cool,
brisk air.
"Nothing, I wasn't doing a thing," Gemma replied, watching the other close the distance between
them.
"Get back to the city with you," the girl replied, carefully eyeing Mulder. "And you sir have a
labyrinth to solve."
Mulder stared at the woman standing there. Her red hair shining in the light, she seemed to know
what was going on. "And who might you be?" he asked, needing to know all he could.
"She's the brat child of the King," Gemma giggled, skipping off through the passages.
"I'm Kara," she answered, glaring at the retreatingform of Gemma. "Just you wait Gems, you'll
get yours!" she called after her.
"So you're related to said, Goblin King?" he asked,watching her closely.
"So? You say that like it's a bad thing," she retorted, fascinated with his eyes. "And what if I am?
Will that make you like me less?" she asked innocently, her eyes twinkling with mystery.
Mulder cracked a smile. "No, of course not," he replied.
"You'll get no help from me, so you can quit trying your charming smile out," she retorted,
turning to walk away.
"Wait, can't you at least point me in the right direction?" he asked.
Kara looked back at him and smiled. He seemed too nice not to help, though her father would
most definitely be unthrilled by her decision. Lifting her hand she pointed to the left. Within
moments, she was gone as quickly as she had arrived, leaving Mulder alone once again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jareth stood outside the door to Scully's prison, listening to her voice trying to rationalize the
whole situation. Such a logical woman, one would wonder what could bring her here until they
met her partner. Smiling, Jareth had a feeling that this woman would be his soon enough. Only
time would tell, and he couldn't wait until Mulder happened upon the city to find his listians.
Pulling the key from the holder on the wall, he pushed it into the age old lock, turning it with
precision until the lock clicked loudly, causing Scully to jump from the sudden sound. Pushing
the door open slowly, light filtered in illuminating the small room with the simplest of light.
Scully shielded her eyes from the sudden intrusion as she watched Jareth step into the room. Her
eyes flitted across his form looking for some sign of weakness. Knowing she wouldn't find one,
she steadied herself and waited to see what would happen next.
"Hello my dear," he grinned.
Scully didn't reply. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how much she despised
him. Certain that Mulder would come through for her, she held her tongue and held fast to her
ideals. He would not break her.
Jareth took a step closer, his grin widening. "Come now, you aren't going to ignore me forever,
are you?" he mused.
"I won't be here that long," she retorted.
"Won't you?" he shot back. Producing a crystal, he held it out to her, the image of Mulder
wandering aimlessly through his labyrinth filled the orb. "Doesn't look as though he's making the
best progress Dana."
"You don't know Mulder," she shot back defiantly.
"Does it matter?" he grinned, tossing the crystal. Hitting the wall, the crystal shattered into a
million pieces scattering into the far reaches of the room making Scully shriek as it flew against
her. Jareth grasped her chin, making her look at him. "You will be mine," he stated seriously.
Scully pulled away from him angrily. "How dare you!" she yelled, raising her hand to slap him,
but was stopped before it ever began.
"I will not tolerate disrespect," he stated, grasping her hand and pulling her flush against his body.
"I could get quite use to this," he mused, a wide grin crossing his features.
Scully pushed herself away, wiggling out of his grasp. "I'd rather die!" she bit out angrily.
"That can be arranged," he replied, walking to the door and pulling it shut quickly behind him.
"Far too easily my dear," he mused, turning the key once again.
Scully, hearing the sound of the lock clicking once again, sank down to sit by the wall. Letting
her head fall in her hands, she felt so alone and vulnerable. She didn't want to accept the fact that
Mulder might not make it. Shivering from the cold numbing at her limbs, she tried not to think of
what the outcome would be to bear down on her if Mulder somehow didn't make it.
Pushing the disturbing thoughts from her mind, Scully got to her feet once again, determined to
find a way out of there. Scully moved through the dreary cell, and looked out her small barred
window and into the hall beyond. The same goblin was keeping guard, a jug of something foul
smelling laying beside his snoring form. Pressing her face into the bars, she strained her eyes,
trying to see into the cell across from her. The Goblin King had an awfully large dungeon from
what she could ascertain from her vantage point, and with his sunny demeanor she imagined it
was needed often.
"Hey baby, come here often?" the voice from across the hall cracked, and Scully looked into light
brown eyes that were obviously amused.
"Who are you?" Scully asked, surprised by the sudden voice, and worried by a nagging voice that
said, "She must be locked up for a reason."
"Poledra, the resident Domintrix of Death. You can call me Pol. Who are you?" the girl's voice
had a hint of the Texan drawl in it.
"Dana Scully."
"Welcome to the Asylum, what you in for?" the other girl laughed slightly.
Wishing for an instant she were up against another lake monster, serial killer or on another space
craft sighting case rather than talking to the raving lunatic across the hall. "My partner... wished
me away."
"Hooha! I should have figured, you don't look like the listian type. Let me guess, sedate work suit
and pumps?"
"How did you know that?" Scully asked.
"I'm psychic, not." Poledra replied, laughing at her own joke before she continued. "I looked
through the bars while the Royal Ass was talking to you."
"Aren't you locked in there?" Scully ventured, looking at the eyes through the bars. How could
the girl have seen all the way into her cell without being closer? It wasn't possible.. not that this
nightmare of a case wasn't already a complete flip of reality.
"Hells no, I come here for kicks. Nothing like a good smelly dungeon to get you appreciating
living in this hole." Pol cackled again.
"If you can get out prove it." The girl was insane. Either that or she was having a brain hemorage
and she was delusional. Absently touching the bridge of her nose, Scully let out her breath.
"Sure, sweetie." Pushing the door to the cell open, she walked across the hall and put her face
about an inch from Scullys. "Now that's cozy."
Stepping back, Scully smiled slightly. "Can you get me out?"
"Of the dungeon?"
"Yes."
"Sure," Poledra grinned and stepped back, her long brown hair swinging with the movement of
her body. Picking up a key that lay next to the goblins forgotten bottle, she slid it in the lock and
pulled the door open. "Viola."
Walking out into the hall, she looked to her left and her right and then back at the tall girl who
had freed her. "How do we get out of her?"
"I dunno."
Scully blinked. "What do you mean, you had to have gotten here somehow."
"Not really, sometimes I just wake up and BAM! I'm here." The girl shrugged nonchalantly, and
walked over and sat in her well lit, and tastefully furnished cell.
Scully's mouth dropped open. Regaining her senses, her anger boiled. "Mulder I am going to kill
you."
Scully looked at the woman in the cell. Glancing around the dismal surroundings, she wanted
nothing more than to get out of there. Looking back, Poledra was gone. Shocked, she glanced in
all directions, then back to the cell. "Hello?" she called, not sure of anything anymore.
Scully moved down the corridor silently, making sure not to wake the sleeping goblin as she
stepped over him. Making her way up the steps, her body tense in anticipation of the unexpected,
she jumped at the sound of a plate being dropped. Calming her nerves, she reached the top of the
stairs and headed off to her right, leaving the sounds of dishes crashing and goblins yelling behind
her.
Disclaimer in first part.
UFOs, Little Grey Men and a Labyrinth
Written by Jade and Dee
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
* * *
Jareth watched Mulder's progress with aggravation. "Damn listians," he muttered, the image of
Essy leading Mulder closer to his castle making his blood boil. "They cause me nothing but
trouble."
Watching the images, a wicked smile crossed his features. Within moments, Mulder walked alone
and Essy stood in front of him. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked, showing her the crystal
in his hand.
"You like to play with your balls?" Essy snickered. "Really Jareth, it's your own fault for leaving
me out there," she added, her blue eyes flickering with a hint of malevolence.
"Get out," he stated firmly, waving his hand at her. "Get back to the city and prepare for him."
Watching Essy leave, he gave thought to how he could slow this enemy of his down.
Jareth walked to the window and looked out. All his sanity had flown out the window when he
allowed a few of his listians to take up residence beyond the castle walls. 'His Listians,' he
smirked, though he knew half of them showed him no loyalty, they were still his. The thought
eased his troubled mind as he thought of who he should send out into battle against the
underhanded Mulder. Smiling he had just the person for the job.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mulder walked along the pathway, looking for any sign of Essy's disappearance when out of the
blue, he heard soft talking up ahead. Reaching for his gun that wasn't there, he mulled over his
decision of seeking out the Goblin King as he walked slowly toward the unknown voice.
Glancing around the corner he saw a young woman with reddish brown hair sitting cross legged
on the ground with a pair of headphones on. Bopping to the music, her eyes closed, she sung
along with the lyrics completely oblivious to her visitor.
An eye sliding open, she caught a glimpse of the stranger standing there staring back at her and
jumped to her feet. "Where did you bloody come from?" she shrieked, her British accent thick.
Calming a bit she studied him, scrutinizing every last detail down to the color of his eyes. "Well
now, what's a nice bloke like you doing here?" she asked softly, batting her eyelashes at him.
"I'm special Agent Mulder with the FBI and I'm on my way to the castle supposedly. What can
you tell me of the King?" he asked, noting her smile.
"What would you like to know?" she purred softly, taking a step closer. "How about the fact that
he's a sex manic? Why are you going there anyway? You could stay right here with me, I'll let
you," she offered.
"What did you say your name was again?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"I didn't, but you can call me Gemma sweetie," she smiled back.
"Gemma," he acknowledged, then continued. "Can youtell me how to get there? My partner is
there and though she's probably going to detest me for this..."
"She?" Gemma questioned.
"Special Agent Dana Scully," he replied. "Your King has taken her and I have a limited amount
of time to get there."
"She's toast," Gemma retorted, shaking her head.
"That isn't an option," Mulder replied.
"So? You're dealing with Jareth here handsome, and if she is his prize, then you'll definitely lose if
he has anything to say about it," she stated.
"Gemma, what in the Underground do you think you're doing?" a voice cut through the cool,
brisk air.
"Nothing, I wasn't doing a thing," Gemma replied, watching the other close the distance between
them.
"Get back to the city with you," the girl replied, carefully eyeing Mulder. "And you sir have a
labyrinth to solve."
Mulder stared at the woman standing there. Her red hair shining in the light, she seemed to know
what was going on. "And who might you be?" he asked, needing to know all he could.
"She's the brat child of the King," Gemma giggled, skipping off through the passages.
"I'm Kara," she answered, glaring at the retreatingform of Gemma. "Just you wait Gems, you'll
get yours!" she called after her.
"So you're related to said, Goblin King?" he asked,watching her closely.
"So? You say that like it's a bad thing," she retorted, fascinated with his eyes. "And what if I am?
Will that make you like me less?" she asked innocently, her eyes twinkling with mystery.
Mulder cracked a smile. "No, of course not," he replied.
"You'll get no help from me, so you can quit trying your charming smile out," she retorted,
turning to walk away.
"Wait, can't you at least point me in the right direction?" he asked.
Kara looked back at him and smiled. He seemed too nice not to help, though her father would
most definitely be unthrilled by her decision. Lifting her hand she pointed to the left. Within
moments, she was gone as quickly as she had arrived, leaving Mulder alone once again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jareth stood outside the door to Scully's prison, listening to her voice trying to rationalize the
whole situation. Such a logical woman, one would wonder what could bring her here until they
met her partner. Smiling, Jareth had a feeling that this woman would be his soon enough. Only
time would tell, and he couldn't wait until Mulder happened upon the city to find his listians.
Pulling the key from the holder on the wall, he pushed it into the age old lock, turning it with
precision until the lock clicked loudly, causing Scully to jump from the sudden sound. Pushing
the door open slowly, light filtered in illuminating the small room with the simplest of light.
Scully shielded her eyes from the sudden intrusion as she watched Jareth step into the room. Her
eyes flitted across his form looking for some sign of weakness. Knowing she wouldn't find one,
she steadied herself and waited to see what would happen next.
"Hello my dear," he grinned.
Scully didn't reply. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how much she despised
him. Certain that Mulder would come through for her, she held her tongue and held fast to her
ideals. He would not break her.
Jareth took a step closer, his grin widening. "Come now, you aren't going to ignore me forever,
are you?" he mused.
"I won't be here that long," she retorted.
"Won't you?" he shot back. Producing a crystal, he held it out to her, the image of Mulder
wandering aimlessly through his labyrinth filled the orb. "Doesn't look as though he's making the
best progress Dana."
"You don't know Mulder," she shot back defiantly.
"Does it matter?" he grinned, tossing the crystal. Hitting the wall, the crystal shattered into a
million pieces scattering into the far reaches of the room making Scully shriek as it flew against
her. Jareth grasped her chin, making her look at him. "You will be mine," he stated seriously.
Scully pulled away from him angrily. "How dare you!" she yelled, raising her hand to slap him,
but was stopped before it ever began.
"I will not tolerate disrespect," he stated, grasping her hand and pulling her flush against his body.
"I could get quite use to this," he mused, a wide grin crossing his features.
Scully pushed herself away, wiggling out of his grasp. "I'd rather die!" she bit out angrily.
"That can be arranged," he replied, walking to the door and pulling it shut quickly behind him.
"Far too easily my dear," he mused, turning the key once again.
Scully, hearing the sound of the lock clicking once again, sank down to sit by the wall. Letting
her head fall in her hands, she felt so alone and vulnerable. She didn't want to accept the fact that
Mulder might not make it. Shivering from the cold numbing at her limbs, she tried not to think of
what the outcome would be to bear down on her if Mulder somehow didn't make it.
Pushing the disturbing thoughts from her mind, Scully got to her feet once again, determined to
find a way out of there. Scully moved through the dreary cell, and looked out her small barred
window and into the hall beyond. The same goblin was keeping guard, a jug of something foul
smelling laying beside his snoring form. Pressing her face into the bars, she strained her eyes,
trying to see into the cell across from her. The Goblin King had an awfully large dungeon from
what she could ascertain from her vantage point, and with his sunny demeanor she imagined it
was needed often.
"Hey baby, come here often?" the voice from across the hall cracked, and Scully looked into light
brown eyes that were obviously amused.
"Who are you?" Scully asked, surprised by the sudden voice, and worried by a nagging voice that
said, "She must be locked up for a reason."
"Poledra, the resident Domintrix of Death. You can call me Pol. Who are you?" the girl's voice
had a hint of the Texan drawl in it.
"Dana Scully."
"Welcome to the Asylum, what you in for?" the other girl laughed slightly.
Wishing for an instant she were up against another lake monster, serial killer or on another space
craft sighting case rather than talking to the raving lunatic across the hall. "My partner... wished
me away."
"Hooha! I should have figured, you don't look like the listian type. Let me guess, sedate work suit
and pumps?"
"How did you know that?" Scully asked.
"I'm psychic, not." Poledra replied, laughing at her own joke before she continued. "I looked
through the bars while the Royal Ass was talking to you."
"Aren't you locked in there?" Scully ventured, looking at the eyes through the bars. How could
the girl have seen all the way into her cell without being closer? It wasn't possible.. not that this
nightmare of a case wasn't already a complete flip of reality.
"Hells no, I come here for kicks. Nothing like a good smelly dungeon to get you appreciating
living in this hole." Pol cackled again.
"If you can get out prove it." The girl was insane. Either that or she was having a brain hemorage
and she was delusional. Absently touching the bridge of her nose, Scully let out her breath.
"Sure, sweetie." Pushing the door to the cell open, she walked across the hall and put her face
about an inch from Scullys. "Now that's cozy."
Stepping back, Scully smiled slightly. "Can you get me out?"
"Of the dungeon?"
"Yes."
"Sure," Poledra grinned and stepped back, her long brown hair swinging with the movement of
her body. Picking up a key that lay next to the goblins forgotten bottle, she slid it in the lock and
pulled the door open. "Viola."
Walking out into the hall, she looked to her left and her right and then back at the tall girl who
had freed her. "How do we get out of her?"
"I dunno."
Scully blinked. "What do you mean, you had to have gotten here somehow."
"Not really, sometimes I just wake up and BAM! I'm here." The girl shrugged nonchalantly, and
walked over and sat in her well lit, and tastefully furnished cell.
Scully's mouth dropped open. Regaining her senses, her anger boiled. "Mulder I am going to kill
you."
Scully looked at the woman in the cell. Glancing around the dismal surroundings, she wanted
nothing more than to get out of there. Looking back, Poledra was gone. Shocked, she glanced in
all directions, then back to the cell. "Hello?" she called, not sure of anything anymore.
Scully moved down the corridor silently, making sure not to wake the sleeping goblin as she
stepped over him. Making her way up the steps, her body tense in anticipation of the unexpected,
she jumped at the sound of a plate being dropped. Calming her nerves, she reached the top of the
stairs and headed off to her right, leaving the sounds of dishes crashing and goblins yelling behind
her.