AN: WOW! You actually like it! I got five reviews in only one day! And this is only my second try at a fiction that is non-CATS related! My first try at a Labyrinth fiction in fact! Well I'm glad you liked chapter one, and I hope you like chapter two just as much!
Chapter Two
Sarah opened her eyes, a hazy vision of her dream floating through her mind. Funny. I thought you could never remember a dream, and even if you do its only bits and pieces. Sarah shrugged and sat up. "Ah!" She shrieked.
"Ah!" Hoggle, who was carrying in her breakfast, dropped the tray in surprise, the food going everywhere.
"Hoggle?" Sarah said in amazement.
"Yeah?" Hoggle grunted.
"Wh, I mean, how . . . What are you doing here?"
"I work here."
"But . . . Then what am I doing here?"
"Don't you remember nothin?" Hoggle asked, eyebrows rasing, his mouth turning downwards in a worried frown.
"Yes! Well, sorta. I thought it was just a dream! I remember leaving the dorm and that man following me. Then Jareth . . . Jareth! Jeez, is he here?" Hoggle was looking at her as if she were mad.
"I should think so. I mean this is his castle. Not to mention you're sleeping in his room." Sarah yelped and shot out of the bed. Unfortunately her feet got caught up in the blankets, sending her sprawling onto the floor.
"Ouch!" Sarah sat up, rubbing her wrist where she had landed on it.
"Sarah, what's wrong with ya?" Hoggle said, moving over to help her up, the mess on the floor completely forgotten.
"Nothing! I'm fine!" Sarah growled, pulling away from his out stretched hand.
"No you aint. You're hurt." Hoggle replied, pointing toward her wrist.
Only my pride! Sarah thought, and sighed. "It's not . . ."
"Fair?" A well-cultured voice with a British accent cut her off. Sarah jumped.
"Jareth?" She turned to face the doorway. He was there. And he still looks as gorgeous ever! Sarah shook herself. What am I thinking? This is the creep who took Toby from me, threatened to turn him into a goblin, and put me through thirteen hours of hell . . . Because I asked him to. Sarah watched as the Goblin King walked toward her, and held out a gloved hand. She stared at it. He must never take those things off. She realized that she was staring. She hesitantly put her hand in his, and he pulled her up. Sarah hissed in pain.
"What's wrong?" Jareth asked in a cool voice. Well at least it's not mocking! Sarah sighed and held her wrist out to him.
"I, er, fell and bumped my wrist." Suddenly shy, Sarah looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes, also furious at herself. What was wrong with her? She watched as he removed his gloves. His hands were beautiful. Slender, yet strong. "Why do you wear gloves?" Sarah quickly covered her mouth with her free hand, cursing herself for letting the question slip. Jareth smiled at her. It was a real smile.
"Why do you ask?"
"I don't know . . . I just wondered." Sarah whispered, looking down at the floor again. Jareth placed two of his fingers on her wrist, and the pain disappeared.
He didn't let go.
"Thanks." Sarah looked up at him. "Thanks for helping me last night too." Jareth smiled at her again. Does he want me to melt or faint? He's doing a good job at getting me to that point!
"You're welcome Sarah." There was an uncomfortable silence. Sarah sifted slightly. Jareth still had her wrist. He let go almost reluctantly. His eyes shifted toward the mess on the floor. "I'll take it you're hungry, seeing the fact that your breakfast is lying on the floor." Almost as if it had a mind of its own, Sarah's stomach began to growl.
"I guess I am kind of hungry." Jareth nodded.
"Lunch will be served in an hour. Go get cleaned up. I'll see you at lunch then." And with that Jareth and the food on the floor disappeared. Sarah stared open mouthed at the now empty space that Jareth had so recently occupied. She could feel the blood rushing to her face, and she spun around to face Hoggle, her earlier feelings forgotten.
"That arrogant bastard! If he thinks he can order me about he's got another thing coming to him! There is no way in hell I'm going to eat with that . . ." Hoggle stared at her.
"I sees you've been developin' your vocabulary." Sarah threw herself down on Jareth's bed in a fit of giggles.
"Oh Hoggle!" She laughed. Hoggle gave her a half smiled, before turning around and stepping outside, the door closing behind him. Sarah stared at the door a minuet, then laughed, and started toward what she hoped was the bathroom.
Chapter Two
Sarah opened her eyes, a hazy vision of her dream floating through her mind. Funny. I thought you could never remember a dream, and even if you do its only bits and pieces. Sarah shrugged and sat up. "Ah!" She shrieked.
"Ah!" Hoggle, who was carrying in her breakfast, dropped the tray in surprise, the food going everywhere.
"Hoggle?" Sarah said in amazement.
"Yeah?" Hoggle grunted.
"Wh, I mean, how . . . What are you doing here?"
"I work here."
"But . . . Then what am I doing here?"
"Don't you remember nothin?" Hoggle asked, eyebrows rasing, his mouth turning downwards in a worried frown.
"Yes! Well, sorta. I thought it was just a dream! I remember leaving the dorm and that man following me. Then Jareth . . . Jareth! Jeez, is he here?" Hoggle was looking at her as if she were mad.
"I should think so. I mean this is his castle. Not to mention you're sleeping in his room." Sarah yelped and shot out of the bed. Unfortunately her feet got caught up in the blankets, sending her sprawling onto the floor.
"Ouch!" Sarah sat up, rubbing her wrist where she had landed on it.
"Sarah, what's wrong with ya?" Hoggle said, moving over to help her up, the mess on the floor completely forgotten.
"Nothing! I'm fine!" Sarah growled, pulling away from his out stretched hand.
"No you aint. You're hurt." Hoggle replied, pointing toward her wrist.
Only my pride! Sarah thought, and sighed. "It's not . . ."
"Fair?" A well-cultured voice with a British accent cut her off. Sarah jumped.
"Jareth?" She turned to face the doorway. He was there. And he still looks as gorgeous ever! Sarah shook herself. What am I thinking? This is the creep who took Toby from me, threatened to turn him into a goblin, and put me through thirteen hours of hell . . . Because I asked him to. Sarah watched as the Goblin King walked toward her, and held out a gloved hand. She stared at it. He must never take those things off. She realized that she was staring. She hesitantly put her hand in his, and he pulled her up. Sarah hissed in pain.
"What's wrong?" Jareth asked in a cool voice. Well at least it's not mocking! Sarah sighed and held her wrist out to him.
"I, er, fell and bumped my wrist." Suddenly shy, Sarah looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes, also furious at herself. What was wrong with her? She watched as he removed his gloves. His hands were beautiful. Slender, yet strong. "Why do you wear gloves?" Sarah quickly covered her mouth with her free hand, cursing herself for letting the question slip. Jareth smiled at her. It was a real smile.
"Why do you ask?"
"I don't know . . . I just wondered." Sarah whispered, looking down at the floor again. Jareth placed two of his fingers on her wrist, and the pain disappeared.
He didn't let go.
"Thanks." Sarah looked up at him. "Thanks for helping me last night too." Jareth smiled at her again. Does he want me to melt or faint? He's doing a good job at getting me to that point!
"You're welcome Sarah." There was an uncomfortable silence. Sarah sifted slightly. Jareth still had her wrist. He let go almost reluctantly. His eyes shifted toward the mess on the floor. "I'll take it you're hungry, seeing the fact that your breakfast is lying on the floor." Almost as if it had a mind of its own, Sarah's stomach began to growl.
"I guess I am kind of hungry." Jareth nodded.
"Lunch will be served in an hour. Go get cleaned up. I'll see you at lunch then." And with that Jareth and the food on the floor disappeared. Sarah stared open mouthed at the now empty space that Jareth had so recently occupied. She could feel the blood rushing to her face, and she spun around to face Hoggle, her earlier feelings forgotten.
"That arrogant bastard! If he thinks he can order me about he's got another thing coming to him! There is no way in hell I'm going to eat with that . . ." Hoggle stared at her.
"I sees you've been developin' your vocabulary." Sarah threw herself down on Jareth's bed in a fit of giggles.
"Oh Hoggle!" She laughed. Hoggle gave her a half smiled, before turning around and stepping outside, the door closing behind him. Sarah stared at the door a minuet, then laughed, and started toward what she hoped was the bathroom.