It's Not Over
Disclaimer: - I don't own any of the characters
Sarah blinked hard; as she reopened her eyes she saw the beautiful crystal ballroom. She glanced around and stood transfixed watching herself and Jareth dancing. She didn't want to remember how she felt, how he held her. Lost in memory she then observed herself thrusting a chair at the glass wall, expecting to be sucked out with everyone else, she braced herself. But she felt no force acting on her other than the gravity. Soon she was alone, with one exception Jareth. She wasn't at all worried; he wasn't acting like the arrogant prat, full of sarcasm, but rather like someone who'd lost part of himself. He walked up to her and taking her hard held her in a slow dance, she gasped at first but relaxed. They danced slowly, and for the first time she noticed that she was wearing a matching outfit to his. The shining blue gown glistened as they swept over the floor. They moved silently for minutes but to them both seemed like hours.
"Well Sarah, it's yours." Jareth finally said
"Please, explain." she asked
"You defeated me. I have very little power anymore." he continued to move her gracefully across the floor.
"But I thought....."
"Defeat here in the Underground isn't always as clear cut as it may seem. You see, you refused to accept me and destroyed my labyrinth. The goblins won't allow me to rule them any more." His voice was a simple monotone
"Who will then?" she innocently questioned
"You, Sarah. They need you, they want you."
"But what about you?" she was genuinely concerned
"I am now excess to requirements." minutes of more silence followed as they thought.
"It's not fair. I can't rule." She stomped her foot
"You must. That or....." he broke the monotone with a little excitement
"What?" she asked eagerly
"Nothing. I must train you." he stated. The room spun and began to melt away.
Disclaimer: - I don't own any of the characters
Sarah blinked hard; as she reopened her eyes she saw the beautiful crystal ballroom. She glanced around and stood transfixed watching herself and Jareth dancing. She didn't want to remember how she felt, how he held her. Lost in memory she then observed herself thrusting a chair at the glass wall, expecting to be sucked out with everyone else, she braced herself. But she felt no force acting on her other than the gravity. Soon she was alone, with one exception Jareth. She wasn't at all worried; he wasn't acting like the arrogant prat, full of sarcasm, but rather like someone who'd lost part of himself. He walked up to her and taking her hard held her in a slow dance, she gasped at first but relaxed. They danced slowly, and for the first time she noticed that she was wearing a matching outfit to his. The shining blue gown glistened as they swept over the floor. They moved silently for minutes but to them both seemed like hours.
"Well Sarah, it's yours." Jareth finally said
"Please, explain." she asked
"You defeated me. I have very little power anymore." he continued to move her gracefully across the floor.
"But I thought....."
"Defeat here in the Underground isn't always as clear cut as it may seem. You see, you refused to accept me and destroyed my labyrinth. The goblins won't allow me to rule them any more." His voice was a simple monotone
"Who will then?" she innocently questioned
"You, Sarah. They need you, they want you."
"But what about you?" she was genuinely concerned
"I am now excess to requirements." minutes of more silence followed as they thought.
"It's not fair. I can't rule." She stomped her foot
"You must. That or....." he broke the monotone with a little excitement
"What?" she asked eagerly
"Nothing. I must train you." he stated. The room spun and began to melt away.
