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Disclaimer: I've been lying all along; I actually DO own Labyrinth, which is why I'm posting things here for no profit rather than making a sequel. And if you believed that then you have lost your reading privileges! Go sit in the corner and berate your foolishness for 30 minutes, then I'll think about letting you come back.
Jareth sat in his throne watching the transaction between Sarah and her editor. He too rolled is eyes at "Geoffrey" - as if any name so common could be attributed to him. 'Maybe,' he thought, 'I should have used a less obvious pseudonym.' But he wanted Sarah to know what she was heading into. "Bob Smith" wasn't exactly the most helpful in this situation. He had watched her during the past seven years, had watched her distance herself from everything in her world. He was tired of waiting; it was time for her to face him and make a choice. He couldn't stand watching her with other men just because she was too proud to call on him. His grip on the crystal tightened as he thought on Sarah's love life. He had been sure to have John suggest she bring a date, if only to watch the boy be crushed when she rejected him. And she would after this weekend, he was sure of it. There was nothing particular about her latest lover that he despised other than the fact that he was allowed into a part of her life that Jareth felt should be his alone. And while he wasn't the least bit worried about Sarah settling down with any of the men that made brief appearances in her life, she had been with this current one for 6 weeks and 2 days, at least 2 weeks longer than usual. Not that he was keeping track...since he wasn't worried.
The idea for the Labyrinth in Greenfield had really been a stroke of luck. The people there loved the attention it brought, and after talking with Sarah's eager-to-please editor it guaranteed her presence. The opening was scheduled for 11 the following morning, so he made the crystal disappear with a flick of the wrist and began concentrating on his speech, as well as his interview with a certain lovely journalist.
Disclaimer: I've been lying all along; I actually DO own Labyrinth, which is why I'm posting things here for no profit rather than making a sequel. And if you believed that then you have lost your reading privileges! Go sit in the corner and berate your foolishness for 30 minutes, then I'll think about letting you come back.
Jareth sat in his throne watching the transaction between Sarah and her editor. He too rolled is eyes at "Geoffrey" - as if any name so common could be attributed to him. 'Maybe,' he thought, 'I should have used a less obvious pseudonym.' But he wanted Sarah to know what she was heading into. "Bob Smith" wasn't exactly the most helpful in this situation. He had watched her during the past seven years, had watched her distance herself from everything in her world. He was tired of waiting; it was time for her to face him and make a choice. He couldn't stand watching her with other men just because she was too proud to call on him. His grip on the crystal tightened as he thought on Sarah's love life. He had been sure to have John suggest she bring a date, if only to watch the boy be crushed when she rejected him. And she would after this weekend, he was sure of it. There was nothing particular about her latest lover that he despised other than the fact that he was allowed into a part of her life that Jareth felt should be his alone. And while he wasn't the least bit worried about Sarah settling down with any of the men that made brief appearances in her life, she had been with this current one for 6 weeks and 2 days, at least 2 weeks longer than usual. Not that he was keeping track...since he wasn't worried.
The idea for the Labyrinth in Greenfield had really been a stroke of luck. The people there loved the attention it brought, and after talking with Sarah's eager-to-please editor it guaranteed her presence. The opening was scheduled for 11 the following morning, so he made the crystal disappear with a flick of the wrist and began concentrating on his speech, as well as his interview with a certain lovely journalist.