A Funny Thing Happened to Me and My Friend When…

Well guys Norma and I got this ready and decided that we have enough to post. Our tale continues and whether or not this really happened its up to you to decide.

A Little Thing Happened to Me and My Friend When…

OOO

Startled by Norma's sudden appearance, I sighed dramatically and shook my head, "I'm fine, I guess. He didn't do anything to me, not anything harmful that is."

Norma quirked an eyebrow at my words, "What do you mean by "not harmful" It's J we're talking about here!"

Not really wanting to share what had transpired when I was alone with His Tightness, I shrugged and slid off of the large comfy mattress. Taking in my surroundings, I could not help but to smile. It was like a dream come true, maybe this being abducted by the Goblin King wasn't so bad after all, it wasn't like I would miss going to work or anything. My eyes widened at where my thoughts were going.

Turning to face Norma, I saw her watching me with her arms crossed over her chest, I bit my bottom lip, "Norm, don't look at me like that. I don't want to really talk about it. K?"

Norma let out a sigh, knowing that Melissa would tell her when she's ready, "OK." Getting a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, she continued, "Let's check this place out!"

Sharing Norma's mischievousness I rubbed my hands together getting an idea, "Hmm, what kind of trouble can we get into?"

She laughed in return, "My sentiments exactly!"

Waving my hand for her to follow, I crept my way towards the door and slowly opened it. To my chagrin, standing in front of the door to the room were two large armed Goblins.

Armor clanged and dropped as the two turned towards the opened door. Rapiers in hand, they pointed them at me making me flinch back, "Hey! Watch where you point those things!"

Clearing her throat, Norma glared at the two Goblins stepping in front of me, "Gork and Bren, what are you doing? Get those things out of our way before someone loses an eye…"

Goblins forgotten, I looked to Norma with confusion, "Uh, Norma, have you been here before or something?"

Looking at Melissa, Norma responds, "I know is weird, but I know I have never been here before... but I keep recognizing goblins and places... that's impossible, right?" (Not wanting to really say I was really there until I remember everything, not just bits and pieces.)

Thinking it odd myself, I looked back to the two goblins and crouched down so that I was eye level with the two, "Gork and Bren right?"

They both looked to each other and then back at me, grinning from ear to ear with goofy grins. I gave my sweetest look, the ones that usually got me what I want, "Well, Jareth, the Goblin King himself, has told me that he wants the two of you to do something very special…"

Norma watched me with anticipation, wondering just what I was up to. With an evil glint in my eyes, I tried to think of something imaginative for them to do when it hit me.

Both goblins burst out, "Wha is it?"

Looking to Norma and then back to the Goblins, I wiggled my finger for Gork to come closer, so that I could whisper it in his ear. After being finished, the Goblin hopped up and down like a child that just got some candy and dragged the other goblin by the scruff of his shirt around the corner.

Triumphant in my success, I rose up and smiled to Norma, "That will keep his Royal Tightness busy for a while and teach him a lesson in how to treat us."

'Oh, God, hehe!,' Norma thought. "What did you say to them?" asked a curious Unicorn lady.

"Well, I told them that he was getting bored with his clothes and that he was wanting them to go and gather all of his clothes and soak them in pink die." I could not control my laughter after I finally told her, this would be too rich!

We were both laughing so hard that we had to hold our sides, oh it hurt, but it hurt so good. Shaking my head, I looked down both halls, "Well, left or right? Wait! How about both? You go that way and I'll go this way."

Nodding in agreement, Norma grinned to me and started her journey as I did mine. OH, this was going to be fun!

As I continued my journey of exploration, I was starting to regret my decision from earlier. Maybe splitting up was not the best idea. The halls were very intimidating and the silence got me thinking about being pinned up against the wall by the Goblin King. I stopped in mid step, 'Oh no! My mind will not go there. I refuse to allow him get to me. Okay, focus…I need to do some damage but what?'

Leaning back against the wall, well, it looked like a wall, but was obviously not one, as my back had yet to hit anything solid and I found myself falling backwards. "Ah!"

Landing butt first on the cold stone floor, I grimaced at the sharp pain shooting up my backside. Oh, that was going to leave a mark! Trying not to think about my sore backside, I pulled myself off of the dusty floor. Looking around me I found myself within a large strange room.

The walls were white; the ceiling so high that you could barely see that it was there. The ceiling looked as if it arched up into a point and in closer inspection of the walls, I could see intricate carvings or symbols. What those symbols were or represented was beyond me.

Turning around towards where I fell, my heart lurch into the pit of my stomach, as there was no door. I tried not to panic; really I did, but being alone, trapped in a large white room, and having no idea where you are or how to get out… Well, I say I handled myself pretty well.

I wanted to scream, really I did, but it just came out as a weak whimper. Damn it! I was supposed to be out causing mischief and having fun, not this! Clenching my eyes shut, I forced myself to calm down, 'Okay, one, J wants me to finish those stories so he wouldn't leave me in here. Two, its his castle right, so he would know how to find me. Three, someone will notice me missing after a while and then come looking for me.'

As I'm mentally listing reasons not to panic I slowly start to calm down. Remembering the movie and that things aren't always what they seem and not to take things for granted, I uncrossed my arms and walked forwards. It was creepy, let me tell you! I could hear my own footsteps echoing back to me with every step that I took. The room was so white that it was starting to look as if I was walking on nothing, but thankfully the pressure against my feet reassured me that I was walking on the floor.

Okay, I was getting nowhere fast, as it seemed that I had made no progress at all. Stopping, I crossed my arms and sat Indian style with a frustrated pout. Closing my eyes, I focused my mind on something other than my current situation. I pictured myself sitting in a field of grass with wild flowers of red, white, and purple. The grass danced about as the wind swept through. My hair was swept back away from my face…wait a minute! I felt that.

Eyes shooting open, I could feel my mouth just about hit the floor, or should I say ground. Instead of a white room, sitting on a white floor, I was sitting in the field I had mentally pictured in my mind. I gasped, a laugh escaping my lips afterward. This was totally awesome! (I know that's not the best description but that's the only way I could put it)

"Why do you act so surprised, my dear?" came a haunting voice, a voice that I had only dreamt about, but never actually heard.

My back stiffened and I turned towards the voice and I wanted to faint at the sight before me. It was him, that face, that hair, those eyes, that body (and let me say WOW!), "Damien?"

His gray eyes were alight with amusement, his lips curving up into a seductive smile, "That is the name that you gave me. I am honored to finally have the chance to meet my creator."

I shot up off the ground so quick that my head was spinning, "You…I created…but…that's…I mean…you were…" For the life of me, a coherent sentence was not forthcoming.

He circled me, that look within his eyes making me tremble, "Why so nervous? Do you think that I could harm the one who created me, my kind? We all exist because you wrote us and people read about us and their imaginations embraced us."

There was a feeling in the pit of my stomach, but of what, I was not sure. This Wolfen now standing in front of me, his eyes burying into mine, I created him. Okay, let me just say, if you ever meet someone that you had made up with your own imaginings and spent hours upon hours working on perfecting, being shell shocked is only the tip of the iceberg on what goes through your head.

Before I can even think to blink he was within inches of me, his nose only mere millimeters with mine. His eyes were so captivating, his presence fogging my senses or rational thoughts. As I felt his hands caress the side of my cheek, let me just say, "Oh boy!"

My eyes closed and I could feel him leaning near and I waited…and waited…and waited. Okay, I could have sworn that he was going to kiss me! Eyes opening, I blanched.

Instead of seeing Damien and his mesmerizing gray eyes, I saw two mischievous mismatched ones belonging to his Royal Tightness in the flesh. I nervously laughed and tried to step away, but he prevented me from doing so as I felt his hands holding my arms successfully grounding me to my spot.

Jareth's voice was low and husky; I had to force myself to remember who exactly it was in front of me, "Enjoying my room of dreams?"

"I…wha…ye…what did you do with Damien?" I was starting to retain my senses and pulled myself out of his grasp, though there was a part of me that wished that he had kissed me. Yeah, like I was going to admit that! Not to mention the fact that Jareth had just ruined a perfect moment, and damn it, it's just been too long since I had a good kiss!

I noticed as I pulled away that the room had returned back to the white empty space of when I first came into the place. Damien was no figment of a dream; he was real, that I was sure of. I could have sworn that I caught a spark of something within Jareth's eyes, but it was so quickly hidden I had not the chance as to ascertain what it was.

OOO

We were both laughing so hard that we had to hold our sides, oh it hurt, but it was worth it. Melissa shook her head, while looking down the hall both ways, "Well, left or right? Wait! How about both? You go that way and I'll go this way."

Nodding in agreement, I gave her my best mischievous grin and turning right, I started through the hallway.

Getting an uneasy feeling, I started looking at various doors in the hallway, something telling me in the back of my mind, that I've been here before.

I decided to test my theory. Stopping at one of the doors, I closed my eyes, trying to feel what the room was, and I muttered, "Music room."

Lo and behold, when I opened the door, I saw an enormous room, a grand piano in one of the corners, as well as a harp, a flute, and some other instruments, I did not recognize.

Turning to leave the room, I saw a set of drums in a corner. My lips turned up unconsciously, this bit of info could be useful later, I could annoy J playing that thing for a while.

Closing the door behind me, I decided to venture up a bit more, and something made me stop. A door next to me was beckoning for me to get inside. I frowned; the only thought in my mind was "Toy room?"

Opening the door, I gasped at the contents inside. It wasn't because there was every toy imaginable a kid would want, but in a corner were all my childhood toys I thought I had lost a long time ago.

My mind went racing, my mind thinking, "But this is impossible, all my toys were lost in the fire..." when I noticed traces of soot in my toys. Taking one of my favorite dolls, I lifted the skirt, and I started shaking as I saw it, my name inscribed in the doll with a black marker.

Could it be possible, then? I remember being about five; trapped in the fire, with no escape, and wishing I was anywhere but there. Funny enough, I don't have that many recollections of my childhood from that moment on until I was about ten years old.

Almost five years of my life missing, which is strange, because I always had this uncanny ability to remember things since I was very little, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember much.

I could remember stuff I did at school, but what happened afterwards was a blur to me. Deciding it was enough reminiscing for one day, I left the room quickly.

Absentmindedly now, I kept walking thru the corridor, not looking where I was going. My mind was trying to process the information that was becoming clear in the back of my mind.

Then, it looked that it was true what Krunk said. I had been here before. He said I left the last time when I was ten, which is about the same time I started remembering my childhood memories.

Why couldn't I remember a fantastic place like this? And Krunk said also something about magic. I was learning magic under Jareth's tutelage? Something had to have happened, I wouldn't have stop coming to this place just because.

Then another thought hit me. This was supposed to be from a movie, not real. But I was here, 6 years before the movie even made it to the theaters. And I remember, making some weird comments to my friends, which were looking at me funny, "The hill is not right, the tree is bigger.", or "The fireys are a bit taller than that."

Opening the door to the sewing room, I sat in one of the comfy chairs, trying to figure everything out, trying to remember my time here. I closed my eyes and relaxed, my head against the back of the chair, when a voice said, "I have a bone to pick with you."

I immediately opened my eyes, but didn't see anyone there. Feeling a bit stupid, I asked, "Who's there?" For a few seconds I didn't hear anything, then an amused and very male laughter.

Turning my head towards the direction, I looked up, and to my surprise, there was someone floating two feet from my head, sitting indian style, looking at me with a mischievous grin.

I couldn't help but notice his long blond almost platinum hair, and his pointed ears. Curious, I asked, "Who are you?" Grinning widely, he answered with another question, "Don't you know?"

Smiling, I decided to answer his question with another one, "Should I?" He descended, standing at floor level. Giving a bow, he said, "Robin Goodfellow, at your service, Milady." I opened my eyes widely, the words coming out of my mouth automatically, "Puck?"

Smiling, he looked directly into my eyes and took my hand and kissing the back of it, he said, "Ah, I see you do recognize me. But please tell; are you under some kind of spell? Seems that the only thing you can mutter are questions."

Blushing, I averted my gaze from his, and said, "No, I'm sorry. Actually, I am not, but you started it.", not helping but smile at this unique fellow. Seeing mischief clearly in his eyes, he said, "I think you are right, I did. Now, lets discuss the reason why I'm here. I am very disappointed with you."

Confused, I asked, "What! Why? What did I do?" He rolled his eyes, and gracefully sitting in the plush chair next to mine said, "Are we going to start that again?"

Sighing, I reclined to look at him better, and said, "No. But I don't understand what you are talking about."

Shifting in his chair, he continued, "Your story. That's what I'm talking about. I'm in there, for only less than a line."

Trying to remember how the story went, I said, "But that's not true. You were there from the beginning."

He looked at me, and said; "I don't think being portrayed as an old lady, that casually turns out to be myself in disguise counts. I am in and out, just like that. I heard that you are creating a new part for your story. I want to be in it."

Arching an eyebrow, I said, "Listen, Puck. I cannot make any promises, that third part is still in my mind, and who knows how is going to turn out. I don't want to make any promises that I can't keep later. But I'll promise to think about it. That's the best I can do right now."

Curiosity got the best of me, and I asked, "What are you doing here anyway? I thought you might be in Avalon, or Fae kingdom, or whatever you want to call it." He smiled, and said, "I'm here to pay a visit to an old friend. Even that I annoy him to no end, he's always good for a laugh. Speaking of which, where's Tights?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Tights? You call him that and you are still alive? " He smiled, and said, "He might be a royal pain in the butt, but deep down he likes me." Then he looked at me, the mischievous gleam more apparent, "Deep, very deep down." After that answered, I could only do one thing. I laughed myself silly.

My thoughts suddenly wondered to Melissa, a sense of foreboding invading me. Sobering up quickly, I sad, "I have to go. My friend is in trouble." Puck looked at me, and said, "I will go with you. I want to meet this friend of yours. How did you got here, anyway?"

Making our way back, I told Puck what Jareth had done, and what we were doing to get him back. Smiling, he said, "We need to do something to make him change his wardrobe, it will be hilarious."

Biting my lip, I decided to tell him about my apparent familiarity with the labyrinth and its inhabitants. He stopped, and looked at me with narrowed eyes, like he was searching for something. Just like Jareth did back at my house.

His frown turned into a smile, and he said, "I see it, deeply hidden, but is there. And very strong it is too." "What do you see?", I asked, curious and frightened at the same time.

Giving me a sincere smile, he said, "You, my dear, have Fae ancestry. Have you ever felt that you are different somehow from the others that surround you, but can't explain why?"

Frowning, I answered, "Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?" He sighed, like it was so obvious he couldn't believe I did not understand, "You have inherited the Fae magic from your ancestors, which is a very rare thing indeed, as yours is very strong. If you don't learn how to control it, it could be disastrous."

Not even thinking, I said, "That's what uncle J said to me when I arrived here." Puck arched one eyebrow elegantly, and I clasped my hand on top of my mouth. "Did I just say that?" Giving me an amused look, Puck simply nodded.

The foreboding feeling that had gone, returned, this time stronger, and I said, "We have to find Melissa." Taking his hand, I continued leading through the hallway, closing my eyes for a second to be guided by my feelings.

When I opened them back again, I gasped. We were in a white room, strange symbols in the walls, somehow familiar. I looked at Puck, asking, "Where are we? Where did you take us, Puck?" He looked at me, and said, "Me? I did not do any of the sort." Looking over my shoulder, he asked, "Is that your friend over there?"

I turned around, to see Melissa being held against the wall by none other than His Tightness himself. Puck started floating again next to me, and looking around with his hands on his chin, he said, "Oh, how dull of you, Tights."

With a wave of his hand, the bright white room was transformed into a nice rose garden, roses of all colors shapes and sizes everywhere. A beautiful fountain featured in a corner, a statue of a fairy carrying an urn with water sprouting from it on top. There were several benches to admire the garden, as well.

Taking my hand, he sat down in one of the benches, motioning for me to sit next to him. As I sat down, I noticed that a very annoyed Goblin King and a very confused Melissa were looking at us.

With a mischievous smile, Puck said, "I would think in the room of journey you could think of somewhere better. This is more like it!" I noticed Jareth's frown, and Melissa's look. She then turned to Jareth, and angrily she said, "I thought you said that this was the room of dreams?"

Puck was really enjoying the show. With a big grin on his face, he put his head close to mine, and whispered in my ear, "Oh, poor Jareth,. He's busted!" I looked back to Puck, and grinning, I said, "This should be interesting now, lets just watch and see what happens."

OOO

Relief flooded my being as I saw Norma, but who was that with her? As I studied this new person, or should I say Fae those ears are a dead give away, I heard his words.

And what he said angered me beyond measure, that jerk lied to me, "I thought you said that this was the room of dreams?"

Jareth looked as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but then his usual indifferent mask came up, "It can be both actually," he returned coolly.

Yeah, uh huh, right! Like I'm THAT gullible! Looking down at his hands that were still holding my arms I glared back up at him with narrowed eyes. "Let go," I warned my voice laced with harmful intent.

"And if I don't?" he commented as he pressed his body against mine causing me to gasp out in slight surprise.

Okay, so I SHOULD have been expecting this from him, but damn it, was it distracting! Seeing him starting to lower towards me, my eyes widened and I pushed him away, "NOT going to happen!"

Brushing past him I headed towards the bench to where Norma and who ever that was, was sitting beside each other on a bench. I had to admit that this place was breath taking, but my wonderment was short lived as his majesty (and I use that sarcastically) grabbed a hold of my arm. I was stunned at that moment, as I could feel his power emanating from his touch. Jareth was not a happy camper.

Jareth pulled me back, his hot breath rasped against my ear as I shot a terrified look to Norma, who suddenly stood a look of fear on her face. "Take care how you address me, child!" he hissed, "You are no longer in your world, my dear, and the rules here on etiquette are much different." His eyes pierced into mine, his voice softening in a seductive tone, "And I take what I want."

My eyes were wide open, my mouth slightly parted in a stunned and frightened expression. I could think of nothing to say or do; only praying that Norma would come to my aid somehow. In that moment, he bent down slightly and pressed his lips to mine.

I pressed my hand against his chest, my strength leaving me as he skillfully took my mouth into his. I've been kissed before, even though it has been long time since, but this… Every ounce of his power, his sexuality was tasted in that moment. As he pulled away I could only look to him with a bewildered stare. Damn that man, err…Fae could kiss. It was then that I felt Norma come up to me from behind.

OOO

As soon as I saw Jareth's intentions, I looked at Puck and said to him. "I think is time we get out of here." Puck nodded in agreement, so I stood up and went behind Melissa, who was looking at Jareth like a deer caught in headlights.

Putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder, I gave Jareth an angry glare, making him arch an elegant eyebrow while looking at my expression. In a mocking, cold tone, I said, "Excuse us, Jareth, but I think is time for us to leave. Goodbye." Giving him an icy smile while we disappeared from the room, I thought I saw a surprised expression on his face.

The room around us shifted into a clearing surrounded by trees, green grass and flowers all around us. The place was beautiful. I turned to look at Puck and said, "Puck, where did you take us?"

Melissa turned around towards us, and looking at the Fae next to me said, "Puck? You're Puck?" Puck just smiled and bowing gallantly said, "At your service, milady. Any friend of Norma's is a friend of mine." Taking her hand and kissing the back, he said, "Is a pleasure to meet you, Lady..."

Melissa just smiled and said "Melissa. It's an honor to meet you, Puck."

Still looking around the place where Puck took us, I asked in frustration, "Could someone please tell me where the heck are we?" A voice I have never heard before said, "You are in the Glendalion Forest." Turning around, I saw a very handsome man, short brown wavy hair, expressive gray eyes and a sensual smirk on his lips. Looking at my friends, I saw Melissa widen her eyes, her face, turning a pale white, and only one word escaping her lips, "Damien!"