AN: Naughty reviewers... you're supposed to pester me so that I can't procrastinate and not
write anything for some two odd weeks. LOL But thanks for the reviews I did get, they were all
great and much appreciated and motivational.
Oh and yes, blue bunny slippers are totally acceptable and
chocolate/ anything sugar coated, works wonderfully for bribes. What can I say, I'm a greedy
little fanfic writer. =) Till next time!
-Its the Belated Easter Disclaimer Egg Hunt... go search out other fanfics for one...
*************************** Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter Six *************************
"I won't! I didn't mean..." I fling a hand out from my breast, face anguished as I turn away
from the resplendent Goblin King.
Yes, resplendent.
Wardrobe did a damn fine job, poop heads. No spandex, no tights, not a yard of bloody
polyester. I can't even describe what he's wearing... It looks like some kind of fantastical
silk creation. Like something an angel would wear if they had to confine themselves to mortal
imaginations. Dashing and handsome and even more alluring than before... Yeah, this is a great
situation, yesiree. Ahem, sarcasm at its best.
"Thirteen hours Princess," Jareth calls out imperiously, familiar sneer on his chiseled
features. "Thirteen hours in which to solve my Labyrinth. Thirteen hours to fail. Turn back
now Lydia- no one has ever defeated me before and you, you won't be the first."
I swallow and try to keep my features schooled as Jareth's suddenly furious gaze scalds me.
Crap, crap, crap in a bucket. Me off balanced and dealing with a very on edge Goblin King is
not a good combination. Chocolate and peanut butter, good... Peanut butter and jelly, good...
Peanut butter and basically anything edible, good... Jareth and me working together, bad...
Very, very bad. Puppy and yellow puddle on the floor bad.
Peanut butter and Jareth...
I fight the blush that tries to stain my cheeks red.
Damn hormones.
Line, line... I think desperately and manage, like I always do.
"I can't, won't, leave my brother here! You don't understand..."
Jareth swoops in for the kill as he stalks closer to me until he's there, a mass of warmth at
my back. Movie set, cameras rolling or not, I shiver. A hand reaches up and gently toys with
one fashioned curl as the other dares to rest on my flushed shoulder.
Hormones and Goblin King, spectacularly bad... Puppy and yellow puddle on the bed bad. He
leans down until his full lips move softly by my ear, the lines loud enough to be heard and
recorded while still at a husky whisper.
"What a pity."
Ass hole. I hope Santa gives him lumps of coal. Hell, I hope Jolly old Saint Nick hands him
the deed to a coal mine. Jareth draws away after the appropriate dramatic moment.
"I gave you a chance Princess, a chance at saving yourself." Jareth beams maliciously as he
turns and waves at the grand 'window' built into the 'castle room'. Later special effects will
add in all the expected touches, complete with panoramic view of a particularly majestic,
darkly forbidding Labyrinth. I've seen the sketches. If Jareth's Labyrinth had looked like
that Toby would have been happily left as a Goblin.
"Now this is your future." The Goblin King's voice raises as it booms and fills the room, half
way frightening me with its strength, its vitality, its sureness, alone. Jareth would have
made a great phone sex operator. He's the only man I know who could probably pull off purring.
Not that I would ask, but, you know... Its one of those questions you can't help but thinking.
"Your prison and your home. For, when I defeat you Princess, not just your brother will belong
to me. You'll be mine in body, heart, and soul..."
I stare at Jareth, wide eyed and a little too drawn into the dialogue between us. I know the
lines, know them by heart, but it's just too damn eerie standing here, having this almost
conversation. Me in my ornate, green, velvet Renaissance dress and tiara. Jareth, his wild
hair tied back to accent the sharp lines of his face, pale but so damn alive in his white
costume.
His strange, strange eyes trap me for a moment, hold me spell bound and strangely immobile
before him.
"Cut!"
*****************************************************************************************
We flinch together, star and costar, actor and actress, Goblin King and victorious girl, both
grown bitter and angry with the years that have passed. "Bastard," I spit as I reach up and
slap him across his smug, frightening face, sudden anger grounding me in reality, or as close as
my life gets to it.
Jareth recovers quickly as he snatches the offending wrist in a grasp of iron, fair brows
raised. "Was there a reason for that little display?"
Feeling like some kind of child with her proverbial hand in the metaphorical cookie jar, I
fight a flush that has nothing to do with how long its been since I had sex and everything to do
with the mildly reproachful and disapproving glare leveled at me with unbelievable intensity.
I've never reacted well in said situations, or coherently. I splutter, stutter, the whole
enchilada of the babbling family.
"You... you shouldn't have been acting so, umm real, well." The wintry brows raise a fraction
higher in askance and I find myself wondering if he would look so damn intimidating if someone
would say, sneak in and shave those arching, menacing eyebrows off.
I mean who can be scary with no eyebrows? Another one of those unanswerable, wishful thinking
things that I am so fond of I know. Even if he didn't look scary anymore woe to the man or
woman who shaves the Goblin King's eyebrows. The Bog of Eternal Stench would be like spa
treatment I'm sure.
"And...
"And..." I search desperately for a real reason for my physical assault. I don't think
'because I don't like your face' is an acceptable response in any instance so I scramble
frantically before pulling on familiar dregs of self righteousness.
I yank my wrist from his grip and glare, collecting my tall frame so that I only have to tilt my
head back a bit to meet Jareth's mocking gaze. "Oh yes, let's see why I might be miffed at
you, the all mighty Jared King...
"Wait, wait, it's coming to me..." Melodramatically I press a hand to my forehead and fake
concentrating. "Oh, right... A certain fictional interview with Star Entertainment concerning
the fact of whether or not I have a bikini wax and if there's any baby fat on the parts of my
body usually covered with clothes. I can't imagine why a stranger going on national TV and
telling personal lies about me without my knowledge might be upsetting..."
I whirl to go, content with the flair of my exit, which is promptly ruined when Jareth grabs my
arm. The god be damned smile still lingers but there's a darkness, a grimness that relates
itself to me. I shiver under the heat of his hand.
"Right or wrong, angry or not, I'm not a stranger and I never will be, not to you."
Uncertain, I swallow and nod ever so slightly. I wonder if it makes me weak when I want to cry
as soon as Jareth releases me.
Determined to salvage my exit I whirl once again and flounce off the set. Yes, flounce. Not
prance, not sulk, not run or scurry, flounce. There's a knack to it. Some people can strut
but, well, my humble talents lie in the flounce.
Mr. Gray, Mike, camera men and crew and aides and assistants, all who have watched the entirety
of the exchange between myself, Sarah "Elliott" and him, "Jared" King, stare. Halfway to my
dressing room I give in to my childish impulses.
I turn and screw my face into a contorted mask.
"Boo!"
Does it make me petty to take pleasure in the fact that half of the busy bodies jump ten feet?
Nah...
*************************************************************************************
Flinging open the door to my dressing room I sigh and move to turn on the light. Only, its
already on and occupied.
Its my turn to stare as I gape, dumbfounded, at my ex boyfriend who is lounging, yes lounging,
on my sofa.
"Hello Sarah dear," Lance half coos as he rises and approaches me, bright smile plastered across
his plastic and touched up face.
I growl and throw my hands up in the air.
Hollywood is going to hell in a hand basket and I'm invited along for the ride. Goody, goody.
I just love vacations.
I miss the damn cabin already.
write anything for some two odd weeks. LOL But thanks for the reviews I did get, they were all
great and much appreciated and motivational.
Oh and yes, blue bunny slippers are totally acceptable and
chocolate/ anything sugar coated, works wonderfully for bribes. What can I say, I'm a greedy
little fanfic writer. =) Till next time!
-Its the Belated Easter Disclaimer Egg Hunt... go search out other fanfics for one...
*************************** Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter Six *************************
"I won't! I didn't mean..." I fling a hand out from my breast, face anguished as I turn away
from the resplendent Goblin King.
Yes, resplendent.
Wardrobe did a damn fine job, poop heads. No spandex, no tights, not a yard of bloody
polyester. I can't even describe what he's wearing... It looks like some kind of fantastical
silk creation. Like something an angel would wear if they had to confine themselves to mortal
imaginations. Dashing and handsome and even more alluring than before... Yeah, this is a great
situation, yesiree. Ahem, sarcasm at its best.
"Thirteen hours Princess," Jareth calls out imperiously, familiar sneer on his chiseled
features. "Thirteen hours in which to solve my Labyrinth. Thirteen hours to fail. Turn back
now Lydia- no one has ever defeated me before and you, you won't be the first."
I swallow and try to keep my features schooled as Jareth's suddenly furious gaze scalds me.
Crap, crap, crap in a bucket. Me off balanced and dealing with a very on edge Goblin King is
not a good combination. Chocolate and peanut butter, good... Peanut butter and jelly, good...
Peanut butter and basically anything edible, good... Jareth and me working together, bad...
Very, very bad. Puppy and yellow puddle on the floor bad.
Peanut butter and Jareth...
I fight the blush that tries to stain my cheeks red.
Damn hormones.
Line, line... I think desperately and manage, like I always do.
"I can't, won't, leave my brother here! You don't understand..."
Jareth swoops in for the kill as he stalks closer to me until he's there, a mass of warmth at
my back. Movie set, cameras rolling or not, I shiver. A hand reaches up and gently toys with
one fashioned curl as the other dares to rest on my flushed shoulder.
Hormones and Goblin King, spectacularly bad... Puppy and yellow puddle on the bed bad. He
leans down until his full lips move softly by my ear, the lines loud enough to be heard and
recorded while still at a husky whisper.
"What a pity."
Ass hole. I hope Santa gives him lumps of coal. Hell, I hope Jolly old Saint Nick hands him
the deed to a coal mine. Jareth draws away after the appropriate dramatic moment.
"I gave you a chance Princess, a chance at saving yourself." Jareth beams maliciously as he
turns and waves at the grand 'window' built into the 'castle room'. Later special effects will
add in all the expected touches, complete with panoramic view of a particularly majestic,
darkly forbidding Labyrinth. I've seen the sketches. If Jareth's Labyrinth had looked like
that Toby would have been happily left as a Goblin.
"Now this is your future." The Goblin King's voice raises as it booms and fills the room, half
way frightening me with its strength, its vitality, its sureness, alone. Jareth would have
made a great phone sex operator. He's the only man I know who could probably pull off purring.
Not that I would ask, but, you know... Its one of those questions you can't help but thinking.
"Your prison and your home. For, when I defeat you Princess, not just your brother will belong
to me. You'll be mine in body, heart, and soul..."
I stare at Jareth, wide eyed and a little too drawn into the dialogue between us. I know the
lines, know them by heart, but it's just too damn eerie standing here, having this almost
conversation. Me in my ornate, green, velvet Renaissance dress and tiara. Jareth, his wild
hair tied back to accent the sharp lines of his face, pale but so damn alive in his white
costume.
His strange, strange eyes trap me for a moment, hold me spell bound and strangely immobile
before him.
"Cut!"
*****************************************************************************************
We flinch together, star and costar, actor and actress, Goblin King and victorious girl, both
grown bitter and angry with the years that have passed. "Bastard," I spit as I reach up and
slap him across his smug, frightening face, sudden anger grounding me in reality, or as close as
my life gets to it.
Jareth recovers quickly as he snatches the offending wrist in a grasp of iron, fair brows
raised. "Was there a reason for that little display?"
Feeling like some kind of child with her proverbial hand in the metaphorical cookie jar, I
fight a flush that has nothing to do with how long its been since I had sex and everything to do
with the mildly reproachful and disapproving glare leveled at me with unbelievable intensity.
I've never reacted well in said situations, or coherently. I splutter, stutter, the whole
enchilada of the babbling family.
"You... you shouldn't have been acting so, umm real, well." The wintry brows raise a fraction
higher in askance and I find myself wondering if he would look so damn intimidating if someone
would say, sneak in and shave those arching, menacing eyebrows off.
I mean who can be scary with no eyebrows? Another one of those unanswerable, wishful thinking
things that I am so fond of I know. Even if he didn't look scary anymore woe to the man or
woman who shaves the Goblin King's eyebrows. The Bog of Eternal Stench would be like spa
treatment I'm sure.
"And...
"And..." I search desperately for a real reason for my physical assault. I don't think
'because I don't like your face' is an acceptable response in any instance so I scramble
frantically before pulling on familiar dregs of self righteousness.
I yank my wrist from his grip and glare, collecting my tall frame so that I only have to tilt my
head back a bit to meet Jareth's mocking gaze. "Oh yes, let's see why I might be miffed at
you, the all mighty Jared King...
"Wait, wait, it's coming to me..." Melodramatically I press a hand to my forehead and fake
concentrating. "Oh, right... A certain fictional interview with Star Entertainment concerning
the fact of whether or not I have a bikini wax and if there's any baby fat on the parts of my
body usually covered with clothes. I can't imagine why a stranger going on national TV and
telling personal lies about me without my knowledge might be upsetting..."
I whirl to go, content with the flair of my exit, which is promptly ruined when Jareth grabs my
arm. The god be damned smile still lingers but there's a darkness, a grimness that relates
itself to me. I shiver under the heat of his hand.
"Right or wrong, angry or not, I'm not a stranger and I never will be, not to you."
Uncertain, I swallow and nod ever so slightly. I wonder if it makes me weak when I want to cry
as soon as Jareth releases me.
Determined to salvage my exit I whirl once again and flounce off the set. Yes, flounce. Not
prance, not sulk, not run or scurry, flounce. There's a knack to it. Some people can strut
but, well, my humble talents lie in the flounce.
Mr. Gray, Mike, camera men and crew and aides and assistants, all who have watched the entirety
of the exchange between myself, Sarah "Elliott" and him, "Jared" King, stare. Halfway to my
dressing room I give in to my childish impulses.
I turn and screw my face into a contorted mask.
"Boo!"
Does it make me petty to take pleasure in the fact that half of the busy bodies jump ten feet?
Nah...
*************************************************************************************
Flinging open the door to my dressing room I sigh and move to turn on the light. Only, its
already on and occupied.
Its my turn to stare as I gape, dumbfounded, at my ex boyfriend who is lounging, yes lounging,
on my sofa.
"Hello Sarah dear," Lance half coos as he rises and approaches me, bright smile plastered across
his plastic and touched up face.
I growl and throw my hands up in the air.
Hollywood is going to hell in a hand basket and I'm invited along for the ride. Goody, goody.
I just love vacations.
I miss the damn cabin already.