AN: Hay guys, sorry for such a long wait! I'm about to graduate so I've been super busy trying
to get last minute things together. Thanks for being so patient and for all the wonderful,
supportive reviews! Have fun with this chapter... LOL
See another chapter for a coherent, okay, okay, a disclaimer... =)
************************* Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter Eight ***********************
"Why on earth did you ever let that filthy cur touch you?"
Oh this is going to be real fun...
I raise my chin, defiant to the bitter end, and answer, voice some horrid mixture of pain and
hurt and anger. "Because no one else would."
His brows arch and knit together over his brow as his peculiar eyes rake over me. Its as
uncomfortable as hell but then, Jareth's not exactly the soft and cuddly type. He's more the
sharp angles and pain in the ass type, remember?
"I've seen this world, Aboveground, Sarah... Millions worship you. They revere and adore you.
You're telling me that out of the entire world population that Lance Johnsen is the cream of
the crop?"
Okay, maybe scathing anger isn't the best approach but its worked for me so long that I usually
don't bother to reach for anything else. Eyes flaming, I answer.
"They revere and adore an image... something beautiful and intangible and manufactured. People
want what they can never have. None of them know me, know who I am or who I want to be.
"And that's cool. I knew what I was getting into when I choose this profession. I'm not a
fool Jareth, despite what you may think. But it does severely limit the people I can truly
associate with. I love what I do with all my heart even if I am almost entirely limited to my
own kind, and, in case you haven't noticed, most actors and people in the movie business don't
win morality awards.
"That sucks but its life and life ISN'T FAIR!"
Oh original, throwing his own words back at him. I bet no one's never done THAT before.
Points to me for my creativity. Sometimes I wonder why I bother. Life seems to screw me over
anyway.
'Look daddy, look, I won the spelling bee!'
'Oh, that's nice baby but your mother left us.'
'Look daddy, look, I got an A on my math test!'
'Oh sweetie, meet your new stepmother.'
Stupid life. I bet its in league with fate, destiny, and chance. Look, Sarah Williams is
down, let's kick her some more!
His gaze, some kind of smoky smoldering thing that warms as it chills, Jareth sinks down next to
me on the couch. His thigh, entirely warmth, brushes along the side of my lower body.
Hello, can we say personal space?
Not that it isn't a very pleasant warmth. Only, you know, Jareth, thigh, sexual tension, me.
Space good. Little green men and the Milky Way good. Especially because you don't really get
"warmth" with Jareth. You get arctic blast and sun stroke heat. And believe me, there's not a
whole lot of in between, at least not with us.
"You're making this harder than it was supposed to be," he finally says into the uneasy silence
that had befallen us.
Grumpy at my outburst now, I quip back. "Mind telling me what the hell you're talking about?"
Jareth sighs and runs a hand through his long, feathery hair. God, I'd pay money for my hair
to look that soft. I wonder what kind of conditioner he uses... Maybe Pantene Pro V? Perhaps
some kind of special prescription, like Goblin guts, or Faerie dust... Oh well, they world will
probably never know.
"I came back to destroy you. I wanted to deprive you of happiness, to make you taste the
bitterness of absolute defeat. I wanted to see desperation in your eyes. I wanted you to beg
me for mercy."
I raise dark brows. "Well that's cheery."
I jump at Jareth's hollow chuckle. "But then I got here and, nothing ever goes to plan with you
Sarah Williams."
A sardonic curve curls my lips. "The best laid plans of mice and men..."
"Sarah, do shut up!"
I shut up and bite my lip to keep it that way. Irate Goblin King I can handle. Arrogant,
overconfident, any of the above I'm perfectly fine with. Pissed off Goblin King gets a little
tricky and well, mad Goblin King is sorta like an F5 tornado. You don't reason with it, you
just get the hell out of its way, unless you're armed with a trusty frying pan. Then you're
ready to do battle against the Forces of Darkness, cheating boyfriends, and the occasional press
member who manages to exhaust my near endless reserves of patience. I don't care how attention
starved I may appear... Anyone who takes pictures of me before my coffee gets a panful.
"I wanted you to suffer so much. And now I'm here and what do I do when you're unhappy? I
defend you! I comfort you! I'm sitting here carrying on a bizarre but perfectly civilized
conversation.
"You're all weepy eyed and sad and vulnerable and..." Jareth waves frustrated hands in front of
my face to emphasize his point, "and feminine!"
I blink.
"My blood runs hot looking at you even when I'm thinking of a thousand ways to torture you!"
Oh swoon, that last line should be a Hallmark card. Is anyone else getting creeped out here?
Jareth leans forward suddenly, grasping my startled face with ungloved hands that burn like
scalding irons. I swallow and stare quizzically at him.
The blood leaves my face in a rush as I pale and screw my eyes shut, tightly, tightly, shut.
Shit, shit, shit in a bucket. He's freaking serious.
The Goblin King thinks I'd be a beautiful prom queen, or at least a top notch stripper.
I mean, sure he's supposed to pretend like everyone with two X-chromosomes is attractive and
sexy. He's a professional flirt. The job description for Goblin King is something like 'super
hunky shameless villain'. The Goblin King is not supposed to really want, I mean REALLY want,
anyone.
Especially me. Little old me. Little knock out me. Damn me for being beautiful!
And then everything enters the magic of the Twilight Zone.
My eyes snap open as Jareth leans down and does the unthinkable. His lips, his sensual,
inviting lips, invite mine to tango and they, being the traitors they are, eagerly agree.
So yeah, I'm sitting here, kissing the Goblin King.
Damn.
I bet life, fate, chance and destiny are laughing it up right about now. Ow, stop kicking me!
I mean it- I'll sue- I swear!
to get last minute things together. Thanks for being so patient and for all the wonderful,
supportive reviews! Have fun with this chapter... LOL
See another chapter for a coherent, okay, okay, a disclaimer... =)
************************* Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter Eight ***********************
"Why on earth did you ever let that filthy cur touch you?"
Oh this is going to be real fun...
I raise my chin, defiant to the bitter end, and answer, voice some horrid mixture of pain and
hurt and anger. "Because no one else would."
His brows arch and knit together over his brow as his peculiar eyes rake over me. Its as
uncomfortable as hell but then, Jareth's not exactly the soft and cuddly type. He's more the
sharp angles and pain in the ass type, remember?
"I've seen this world, Aboveground, Sarah... Millions worship you. They revere and adore you.
You're telling me that out of the entire world population that Lance Johnsen is the cream of
the crop?"
Okay, maybe scathing anger isn't the best approach but its worked for me so long that I usually
don't bother to reach for anything else. Eyes flaming, I answer.
"They revere and adore an image... something beautiful and intangible and manufactured. People
want what they can never have. None of them know me, know who I am or who I want to be.
"And that's cool. I knew what I was getting into when I choose this profession. I'm not a
fool Jareth, despite what you may think. But it does severely limit the people I can truly
associate with. I love what I do with all my heart even if I am almost entirely limited to my
own kind, and, in case you haven't noticed, most actors and people in the movie business don't
win morality awards.
"That sucks but its life and life ISN'T FAIR!"
Oh original, throwing his own words back at him. I bet no one's never done THAT before.
Points to me for my creativity. Sometimes I wonder why I bother. Life seems to screw me over
anyway.
'Look daddy, look, I won the spelling bee!'
'Oh, that's nice baby but your mother left us.'
'Look daddy, look, I got an A on my math test!'
'Oh sweetie, meet your new stepmother.'
Stupid life. I bet its in league with fate, destiny, and chance. Look, Sarah Williams is
down, let's kick her some more!
His gaze, some kind of smoky smoldering thing that warms as it chills, Jareth sinks down next to
me on the couch. His thigh, entirely warmth, brushes along the side of my lower body.
Hello, can we say personal space?
Not that it isn't a very pleasant warmth. Only, you know, Jareth, thigh, sexual tension, me.
Space good. Little green men and the Milky Way good. Especially because you don't really get
"warmth" with Jareth. You get arctic blast and sun stroke heat. And believe me, there's not a
whole lot of in between, at least not with us.
"You're making this harder than it was supposed to be," he finally says into the uneasy silence
that had befallen us.
Grumpy at my outburst now, I quip back. "Mind telling me what the hell you're talking about?"
Jareth sighs and runs a hand through his long, feathery hair. God, I'd pay money for my hair
to look that soft. I wonder what kind of conditioner he uses... Maybe Pantene Pro V? Perhaps
some kind of special prescription, like Goblin guts, or Faerie dust... Oh well, they world will
probably never know.
"I came back to destroy you. I wanted to deprive you of happiness, to make you taste the
bitterness of absolute defeat. I wanted to see desperation in your eyes. I wanted you to beg
me for mercy."
I raise dark brows. "Well that's cheery."
I jump at Jareth's hollow chuckle. "But then I got here and, nothing ever goes to plan with you
Sarah Williams."
A sardonic curve curls my lips. "The best laid plans of mice and men..."
"Sarah, do shut up!"
I shut up and bite my lip to keep it that way. Irate Goblin King I can handle. Arrogant,
overconfident, any of the above I'm perfectly fine with. Pissed off Goblin King gets a little
tricky and well, mad Goblin King is sorta like an F5 tornado. You don't reason with it, you
just get the hell out of its way, unless you're armed with a trusty frying pan. Then you're
ready to do battle against the Forces of Darkness, cheating boyfriends, and the occasional press
member who manages to exhaust my near endless reserves of patience. I don't care how attention
starved I may appear... Anyone who takes pictures of me before my coffee gets a panful.
"I wanted you to suffer so much. And now I'm here and what do I do when you're unhappy? I
defend you! I comfort you! I'm sitting here carrying on a bizarre but perfectly civilized
conversation.
"You're all weepy eyed and sad and vulnerable and..." Jareth waves frustrated hands in front of
my face to emphasize his point, "and feminine!"
I blink.
"My blood runs hot looking at you even when I'm thinking of a thousand ways to torture you!"
Oh swoon, that last line should be a Hallmark card. Is anyone else getting creeped out here?
Jareth leans forward suddenly, grasping my startled face with ungloved hands that burn like
scalding irons. I swallow and stare quizzically at him.
The blood leaves my face in a rush as I pale and screw my eyes shut, tightly, tightly, shut.
Shit, shit, shit in a bucket. He's freaking serious.
The Goblin King thinks I'd be a beautiful prom queen, or at least a top notch stripper.
I mean, sure he's supposed to pretend like everyone with two X-chromosomes is attractive and
sexy. He's a professional flirt. The job description for Goblin King is something like 'super
hunky shameless villain'. The Goblin King is not supposed to really want, I mean REALLY want,
anyone.
Especially me. Little old me. Little knock out me. Damn me for being beautiful!
And then everything enters the magic of the Twilight Zone.
My eyes snap open as Jareth leans down and does the unthinkable. His lips, his sensual,
inviting lips, invite mine to tango and they, being the traitors they are, eagerly agree.
So yeah, I'm sitting here, kissing the Goblin King.
Damn.
I bet life, fate, chance and destiny are laughing it up right about now. Ow, stop kicking me!
I mean it- I'll sue- I swear!