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************************ Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter Three **************************
Mr. Gray clears his throat as we stand there like two arch enemies, glaring daggers at each
other. Okay, okay I'm doing most of the glaring but Mr. Smugness has, well, this smug smile
plastered across his pasty face. Has he ever heard of a tanning booth?
Though I'm proud to say that if I really could glare daggers a certain Goblin King would be
sliced, diced, and shish kabaobbed. And yes, I am aware that the last is not a real word. I
am a creative genius. I'm allowed to add flourishes to the English language so nah, nah!
"Do you two, ahem, know each other?" Tony Gray winces as both of us transfer our attentions
to our director. Smart man.
Jareth starts to speak but I beat him to the punch, so to speak. Not that punching him
wouldn't be terribly satisfying on more then one level. Although for a really enjoyable
experience I'd have to take one industrially made frying pan and just swing as hard as I
could...
"We met once, long ago. It wasn't exactly a pleasant experience..."
"For any involved."
I huff at Jareth's smooth interjector. Excuse me, I'm the one who's supposed to be making
veiled insults thank you very much! Young helpless girl, arrogant Goblin King, who's the
scarred victim of tragedy here? Who has the better sob story? I thought so.
"Of course Jared, is it now, went by a different name." Jareth cocks his head and studies me
slowly, intense enough to make me blush.
"Maybe I've grown up Mrs. Elliott; you certainly have."
Ohh, scary, a sexual innuendo. I'm so afraid. Fairy Godmother save me, save me, the Goblin
King is oozing arrogant, male dominated charm. You know, just once I want to meet a villain
who supports girl power. Is feminism dead to creatures of darkness? Hello, the helpless
victims in pig tails are people too damn it, we demand equality!
"That's Miss Elliott thank you very much you spandex loving bastard."
Jareth blinks lazily and leans over to whisper loudly in Mr. Gray's ear. "I think there's
still some, hard, feelings between us. Perhaps being in this movie together will help us
resolve our, differences."
The married, laid back Tony Gray blushes scarlet as Jareth's heated gaze travels slowly back
up to meet my pissed off eyes.
Great. My director thinks that I slept with my costar. Slept with, dumped, and still want my
costar. That's going to make shooting a real comfortable relaxed atmosphere. I am so going to
kill Jareth.
"Excuse us," I manage brightly through clenched teeth. Tony Gray steps hurriedly aside as I
reach forward and grab Jareth's hand. I stop a moment, stunned, when I realize that the usually
mittened kitten had left his gloves at home.
The blush darkens.
Hormones, you gotta love them. You can be pushing thirty and they'll still make you act like
a bloody, foolish school girl. At least my mouth isn't hanging open like a dead fish. It's a
good thing that the damned ball room didn't have flies in it because I swear I didn't manage to
shut my trap that entire hallucination.
My only defense for the way I acted so long ago was that I was drugged, pure and simple. It
figures Jareth would have to drug a teenager to get any action.
I'm able to get over my embarrassment after a moment to drag a still amused, smirking, vain,
lazy, snobbish, infuriating, ahem, sorry (got carried away), Goblin King towards the dressing
rooms. I try to ignore the curious and interested stares we are receiving.
I can so see the tabloid headlines... Sarah Elliott Finds Mr. Right, The Actress and the
Costar, etc. etc. until painful, humiliating oblivion. Goody, goody, someone pinch me.
I'm gonna cry.
I see the door with my name on it, finally, and wrench it open, pulling the silent Goblin King
through the door way and slamming it shut and locked behind us. I barely register the vanity,
clothes rack, sofas, TV, or various assorted furniture before whirling on the one man I
wouldn't mind attending a funeral for.
Yeah, I know he's immortal. The irony is not lost on me, dumb little actress that I am. And
yes, my way of dealing with nasty surprises is to get angry. Real shocker huh?
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Jareth raises one tailored brow as he leans against my lighted, old fashioned vanity, muscled
arms crossed over a lean chest that was actually covered by his charcoal gray sweater.
You'd have to torture me before I'd admit that I kind of miss seeing him in his more revealing
shirts. I've never said that Jareth didn't have a great body. I just don't particularly care
for, well, everything else. And yes, I am leaving it at that.
"Jareth," I say warningly as I take a menacing step closer to the still silent, mocking, Goblin
King.
"Temper, temper Sarah..." He waggles an admonishing finger in my vicinity. "I would have
thought that you might have learned the value and inherent power of words foolishly spoken."
I take another furious step closer. "Well, aren't you Mr. Teacher of the Year? Let me ask
you again, what the hell are you doing here? Bored with the Underground? Tired of the lack
of scenery in the Labyrinth? Or just looking for conversation more stimulating then that of
inane goblin chatter?"
Anger flares then blooms in Jareth's face and suddenly, the arrogant suave, totally collected
Goblin King is gone and replaced with something infinitely more dangerous.
I should really learn to rein in the sarcasm when dealing with magical, powerful beings. It'd
be a hell of a lot better for my health. Kind of like eating bean sprouts, only less bean
sprouty. Wow, two made up words in a day... point me towards Guinness.
He straightens in a heart beat and grabs my arms, whirling me, us, so that I'm the one pushed
against the vanity with him still holding my wrists in steel like grips. I'm not really
scared, more, damn. Looking into Jareth's terrifying face I'm a little closer to petrified.
Keep in mind I respond to threats and fear like I respond to unexpected, unwanted surprises.
"You're a dead man."
He leans close, until our brows are almost touching, and bends low enough to whisper, his own
voice deadly, in my ear. "You want to know why I'm here?"
Despite myself I still and let my stiff body relax the slightest. Jareth continues in that
calm, frightening voice that is so different from his seductive throaty whisper that I
remember so well, too well.
"I'm here because you destroyed my world and I swore that I would do the same to you."
He releases me and steps back in one swift motion. I'm trembling, and hate myself for it.
I've become used to being hurt and scared since I've entered Hollywood. Its kinda part of the
life... glitz, glamour, and unbelievable personal pain. You start to take it all in stride
after awhile, or you don't last long.
I'm in this jaded business for the long run and I have my own ways of dealing. The frying
pans, the miniature poodle named Princess, the sarcasm, all my ways of coping. Not wonderful,
perfect, or sure proof, but no one in white jackets have locked me away yet, at least not off
screen.
So I sit there and stare at the Goblin King for a minute. Sit there and think about the words
that foreshadowed my downfall.
And I get really, really, pissed off.
Forgetting myself I stand and stalk from the vanity. I stop in front of the fuming Goblin
King and put my hands on that well sculptured chest. He stares down at me, momentarily
puzzled, before I push with all my might.
Noble, proud, and handsome, he falls on his perfect butt with a spectacular crash that takes
a stool and clothing rack with him. Jareth looks up in utter and complete shock from the
pile of sequined dresses and feathered boas. I stand above him; my slender arms crossed like
a shield across my own breast.
"You know what you petty jerk, go take a flying leap and do yourself and the world a favor!"
I turn my heel and stamp off.
I am so hiring a body guard. Stalkers I can handle, Goblin Kings are another story, another
class, of fear, all together.
I ruined his world? Hah!
He had the audacity to think that he could even attempt to ruin mine?
Double hah!
So why is there this thread of fear and disquiet running through me? I deal with the question
like I deal with all other uncertainties in my life- I ignore it, for now.
the reviews... You guys crack me up with the usernames and comments... Oh, Brittany- sorry
about the detention. If it makes you feel any better your review had me laughing too and, your
comp teacher does have good taste in movies, scary thought... =)
Disclaimer: *twiddles thumbs and coughs* Welcome to the disclaimer part of this fanfic. We
are temporarily unavailable for creative comment so, please accept our condolences as we offer
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************************ Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter Three **************************
Mr. Gray clears his throat as we stand there like two arch enemies, glaring daggers at each
other. Okay, okay I'm doing most of the glaring but Mr. Smugness has, well, this smug smile
plastered across his pasty face. Has he ever heard of a tanning booth?
Though I'm proud to say that if I really could glare daggers a certain Goblin King would be
sliced, diced, and shish kabaobbed. And yes, I am aware that the last is not a real word. I
am a creative genius. I'm allowed to add flourishes to the English language so nah, nah!
"Do you two, ahem, know each other?" Tony Gray winces as both of us transfer our attentions
to our director. Smart man.
Jareth starts to speak but I beat him to the punch, so to speak. Not that punching him
wouldn't be terribly satisfying on more then one level. Although for a really enjoyable
experience I'd have to take one industrially made frying pan and just swing as hard as I
could...
"We met once, long ago. It wasn't exactly a pleasant experience..."
"For any involved."
I huff at Jareth's smooth interjector. Excuse me, I'm the one who's supposed to be making
veiled insults thank you very much! Young helpless girl, arrogant Goblin King, who's the
scarred victim of tragedy here? Who has the better sob story? I thought so.
"Of course Jared, is it now, went by a different name." Jareth cocks his head and studies me
slowly, intense enough to make me blush.
"Maybe I've grown up Mrs. Elliott; you certainly have."
Ohh, scary, a sexual innuendo. I'm so afraid. Fairy Godmother save me, save me, the Goblin
King is oozing arrogant, male dominated charm. You know, just once I want to meet a villain
who supports girl power. Is feminism dead to creatures of darkness? Hello, the helpless
victims in pig tails are people too damn it, we demand equality!
"That's Miss Elliott thank you very much you spandex loving bastard."
Jareth blinks lazily and leans over to whisper loudly in Mr. Gray's ear. "I think there's
still some, hard, feelings between us. Perhaps being in this movie together will help us
resolve our, differences."
The married, laid back Tony Gray blushes scarlet as Jareth's heated gaze travels slowly back
up to meet my pissed off eyes.
Great. My director thinks that I slept with my costar. Slept with, dumped, and still want my
costar. That's going to make shooting a real comfortable relaxed atmosphere. I am so going to
kill Jareth.
"Excuse us," I manage brightly through clenched teeth. Tony Gray steps hurriedly aside as I
reach forward and grab Jareth's hand. I stop a moment, stunned, when I realize that the usually
mittened kitten had left his gloves at home.
The blush darkens.
Hormones, you gotta love them. You can be pushing thirty and they'll still make you act like
a bloody, foolish school girl. At least my mouth isn't hanging open like a dead fish. It's a
good thing that the damned ball room didn't have flies in it because I swear I didn't manage to
shut my trap that entire hallucination.
My only defense for the way I acted so long ago was that I was drugged, pure and simple. It
figures Jareth would have to drug a teenager to get any action.
I'm able to get over my embarrassment after a moment to drag a still amused, smirking, vain,
lazy, snobbish, infuriating, ahem, sorry (got carried away), Goblin King towards the dressing
rooms. I try to ignore the curious and interested stares we are receiving.
I can so see the tabloid headlines... Sarah Elliott Finds Mr. Right, The Actress and the
Costar, etc. etc. until painful, humiliating oblivion. Goody, goody, someone pinch me.
I'm gonna cry.
I see the door with my name on it, finally, and wrench it open, pulling the silent Goblin King
through the door way and slamming it shut and locked behind us. I barely register the vanity,
clothes rack, sofas, TV, or various assorted furniture before whirling on the one man I
wouldn't mind attending a funeral for.
Yeah, I know he's immortal. The irony is not lost on me, dumb little actress that I am. And
yes, my way of dealing with nasty surprises is to get angry. Real shocker huh?
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Jareth raises one tailored brow as he leans against my lighted, old fashioned vanity, muscled
arms crossed over a lean chest that was actually covered by his charcoal gray sweater.
You'd have to torture me before I'd admit that I kind of miss seeing him in his more revealing
shirts. I've never said that Jareth didn't have a great body. I just don't particularly care
for, well, everything else. And yes, I am leaving it at that.
"Jareth," I say warningly as I take a menacing step closer to the still silent, mocking, Goblin
King.
"Temper, temper Sarah..." He waggles an admonishing finger in my vicinity. "I would have
thought that you might have learned the value and inherent power of words foolishly spoken."
I take another furious step closer. "Well, aren't you Mr. Teacher of the Year? Let me ask
you again, what the hell are you doing here? Bored with the Underground? Tired of the lack
of scenery in the Labyrinth? Or just looking for conversation more stimulating then that of
inane goblin chatter?"
Anger flares then blooms in Jareth's face and suddenly, the arrogant suave, totally collected
Goblin King is gone and replaced with something infinitely more dangerous.
I should really learn to rein in the sarcasm when dealing with magical, powerful beings. It'd
be a hell of a lot better for my health. Kind of like eating bean sprouts, only less bean
sprouty. Wow, two made up words in a day... point me towards Guinness.
He straightens in a heart beat and grabs my arms, whirling me, us, so that I'm the one pushed
against the vanity with him still holding my wrists in steel like grips. I'm not really
scared, more, damn. Looking into Jareth's terrifying face I'm a little closer to petrified.
Keep in mind I respond to threats and fear like I respond to unexpected, unwanted surprises.
"You're a dead man."
He leans close, until our brows are almost touching, and bends low enough to whisper, his own
voice deadly, in my ear. "You want to know why I'm here?"
Despite myself I still and let my stiff body relax the slightest. Jareth continues in that
calm, frightening voice that is so different from his seductive throaty whisper that I
remember so well, too well.
"I'm here because you destroyed my world and I swore that I would do the same to you."
He releases me and steps back in one swift motion. I'm trembling, and hate myself for it.
I've become used to being hurt and scared since I've entered Hollywood. Its kinda part of the
life... glitz, glamour, and unbelievable personal pain. You start to take it all in stride
after awhile, or you don't last long.
I'm in this jaded business for the long run and I have my own ways of dealing. The frying
pans, the miniature poodle named Princess, the sarcasm, all my ways of coping. Not wonderful,
perfect, or sure proof, but no one in white jackets have locked me away yet, at least not off
screen.
So I sit there and stare at the Goblin King for a minute. Sit there and think about the words
that foreshadowed my downfall.
And I get really, really, pissed off.
Forgetting myself I stand and stalk from the vanity. I stop in front of the fuming Goblin
King and put my hands on that well sculptured chest. He stares down at me, momentarily
puzzled, before I push with all my might.
Noble, proud, and handsome, he falls on his perfect butt with a spectacular crash that takes
a stool and clothing rack with him. Jareth looks up in utter and complete shock from the
pile of sequined dresses and feathered boas. I stand above him; my slender arms crossed like
a shield across my own breast.
"You know what you petty jerk, go take a flying leap and do yourself and the world a favor!"
I turn my heel and stamp off.
I am so hiring a body guard. Stalkers I can handle, Goblin Kings are another story, another
class, of fear, all together.
I ruined his world? Hah!
He had the audacity to think that he could even attempt to ruin mine?
Double hah!
So why is there this thread of fear and disquiet running through me? I deal with the question
like I deal with all other uncertainties in my life- I ignore it, for now.