AN: Hay guys, long time no update ne? LOL I can't believe I'm already at chapter ten... Let me
know how you guys like it! ;) In other words, review... hehe Hope life has been good for
ya'll. I'm sitting glued to the screen watching a VH1 special on the Goo Goo Dolls... I'm way
too obsessed which is funny cause I don't go in for the whole groupie obsessed thing. But here
I am, staring at the screen and absently mindedly typing... hehe Oh and want to hear something
even more funny? I've developed this liking for NSYNC fanfiction... I don't even like their
music so I don't know where the hell that came from. I need a job... I have too much time on my
hands... =)
Disclaimer: Alms for the poor... (I don't own em...)
************************* Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter Ten ***********************
The latest pop song sensation flows over us as we dance on set. I'm stiff in Jareth's arms,
unyielding, as I glide, chin up, to the catchy if cliché beat. Jareth holds me at a distance
as well and his strange, hypnotic gaze is blessedly occupied elsewhere. I watch him watch the
masses. Watch as his disdainful glare rests briefly on the fabulously dressed extras that swirl
around us in glitter and masks. Watch as it roves over to the camera men and director and tech
assistants who stand around the set.
His finely gloved hands contract on mine as his gaze deigns to flicker to me. "I find this
distasteful," he says softly, too low for the cameras to pick up. "This, this mockery."
"Its called acting Jareth. Lies and illusions, I thought that would be right up your alley."
He dips me suddenly, and I try not to let myself back down from the sudden anger in his sharply
defined face as I wonder at the idiocy of this. I mean come on people... This whole fiasco is
cruel enough as it is. Did the writers HAVE to include a ball? A bloody ball? I mean, haven't
we all gotten our fill of sore toes and clammy hands?
And glitter?! I'm going to be sneezing glitter out of my nose for a month after the movie
wraps...
"Lies, illusions and magic Sarah. There's a difference." With an indifferent yet graceful
move he spins me languidly away from him and then back with enough snap so that our bodies are
touching, chests, legs, arms wrapped in each other. He's warm even through the layers of silk
and velvet.
Hello Goblin King. Talk about up close and personal.
Our eyes meet and the sudden moment between us is fiercely intense and frightening with its
sudden flared need.
Damn hormones to the Underground. I so did not just give Jareth my sexy look. Oh God, I
did... I gave Jareth my patented come hither look. The one I practice in front of my bedroom
mirror. The one that has a one hundred percent success rate so far.
Jareth's curled smirk could warm an Eskimo.
"You... you're too good for this place Jareth," I whisper as the song continues on, as our make
believe charade continues. The cameras are still rolling and I'm aware of them peripherally.
I know Jareth has forgotten them completely. "Why are you here? Go home, to the Underground.
I'm perfectly able to make myself miserable." Oh boy is that an understatement! "You're better
than a 'rising Hollywood star', better than 'Jared King'."
Jareth leans forward to rest his brow against mine and I swear the entire world can hear my
heartbeat at the exact second his warm forehead touches mine.
Help, heart attack! Heart attack! I'm too young to die! I mean, I still hate him, of course,
but come on people, he's the freaking Goblin King. Am I the only one who thinks he's better
than this make believe crap? He's the special effects without computers... He's...
"What about you?" he demands huskily.
Oh not the husky voice. The husky voice gets me every time...
"You're better than this place Sarah. You're better than Sarah Elliott."
Oh boy, that was as smooth as melted butter.
I raise dark brows. "Touché!"
"Cut!"
We both jump like we've been poked with a cattle prod. Moo... Being a cow must suck. And the
grass stains... It boggles the mind. I have decided that cows are the most mistreated animals
on earth. They have to deal with electrical shocks, cud, and being ground up into BigMacs while
their skin becomes a spiffy new wallet for five bucks at WalMart. Who wants their legacy to be
heart burn and a cheap Father's Day present?
And I think I have it bad.
I stare at Jareth as the set breaks up. He's still holding one of my hands in his and, stupid
me, can't seem to find enough brains to mind. I tug on the gloved wonder and swallow under the
weight of his intent stare.
Think the Goblin King is scary mad? Try to imagine how terrifying he is when he's attracted to
something, or someone, or me. I'm gonna pee my pants.
"Go home Jareth. Go back and run your Kingdom. I'm not worth it. I'm sure I'll end up in a
mental ward eventually anyway. I mean, I already had one complete nervous break down a few
months ago. I bet I can qualify for a nice white jacket all by myself in no time at all. All
I need to do is smack the wrong person in the head with a frying pan... Or attack David
Letterman and I'll be guaranteed a one way ticket to failure."
"Why are you still doing this Sarah? Why are you still acting if it tears you up inside? Why
have you chosen this life?"
Suddenly pissed, okay, not LITERALLY, but pissed, I snatch my hand away. "Because that's just
it... Because I chose it. And no matter how stressed or freaked out I get I still... Some
part of me will always love it. There's a thin line between love and hate right?" I smile
weakly.
Then the great big flashing double innuendo of that last line hits me and I groan. "I really
did just say that didn't I?"
Jareth's just standing there and I can tell he's trying his damnedest not to laugh at me. A
little tiny smirk escapes though. "Love and hate huh Sarah?"
Crap McNuggets... Man I need some McDonalds...
"I... I have to go. Tony, we're done for the day right?" The ever patient Mr. Gray looks up
from the papers he's studying across the set and waves an affirmative to me. I take the
opportunity gracefully, turn tail, and run. My flounce is notably absent.
***************************************************************************************
I sigh with bliss as Robert's skilled hands work out the kinks in my neck and upper back. "I'm
going to nominate you for Sainthood. Saint Robert..."
Robert chuckles and pours on more warm oil. "Don't think that's an option Sarah since I'm not
exactly Catholic."
I shrug as well as I'm able to lying face down on the padded massage table. "It shouldn't
matter if you're Buddhist because you, my friend, can perform miracles."
"And is there any particular reasons for you to be needing my miracles Sarah? Anything
especially troubling you?"
I groan to myself. Phil may be my real psychiatrist but Robert's the one who helps me through
most of my problems. Probably why I've been avoiding him for the last several weeks. I haven't
actually been in the mood the talk about the whole Jareth issue.
"For instance I saw a certain interview with a certain costar, though his information is
slightly faulty... As your masseuse I happen to know for a fact that the mole on your back is
on the left side..."
"Robert..."
"Shut up Sarah. I've also happened to see several speculating articles about you and Jared
King accompanied with pictures that show emotions the opposite of total revulsion lately.
Scoop me."
Stupid intuition. Robert should have been born a woman.
"How are Irene and Jasmine?" I ask hopefully, trying a last ditch effort to blatantly change
the subject. Goooooooo subtlety!
"Irene says hello and Jasmine wanted me to remind you that her birthday is in three weeks.
She wants a pony but the new Barbie Princess Tea Party Set would be considered a suitable
present replacement. Especially if you buy the matching Barbie Princess Tea Party Fairy
Flutter Gown with detachable wings.
"Now back to you. What's going on Sarah?"
"Its complicated."
Robert chuckles. "Its life. Stop stalling."
I glower and reluctantly give in. "Okay," I murmur. "Its like this. A long time ago, we're
talking like awkward angsty teenage years here... I said some really stupid things and had to
make up for them. Anyway I met Jareth... Jared. He, he terrified me in that butterfly feeling
in your stomach kind of way.
"But I hated him also. I had to. I made up for all the stupid things I said with some really
stupid actions that could have gotten me killed. I made it out okay though and put everything
behind me.
"And then Jared just appears in my life years, lifetimes, later. I'm a totally different
person, you know? But I still hated him and he still hated me and he was determined to make
my life miserable, pay back and crap like that. Some male Neanderthal mentality I guess.
"Only the thing is... You know how much I love being who I am, and how much I can hate it too
right? Well Jared saw how unhappy I already was and it was like a slap in the face. I didn't
need him to hurt me. So its like now what?
"And then the butterfly feeling returned for both of us. We're even sort of so all that's left
is, well, the OTHER stuff. And that's like some freaky unexplored frontier."
"And you're not sure you want to explore it are you?"
"Exactly! Especially because the odds are good that I'm going to attract some incurable alien
disease. And because... Its complicated."
Robert's hands still for a moment as he thought. "Well, I can't give a whole lot of advice
given the fact that you were about as vague as an IRS report but you don't get this worked up
over nothing Sarah. There's something going on in that twisted little movie star heart of
yours. I think its going to be up to you to figure out what it is though."
"So, you think I may, you know, love him?"
Robert patted one shoulder sympathetically. "You tell me."
Oh yeah, and I'm vague...
know how you guys like it! ;) In other words, review... hehe Hope life has been good for
ya'll. I'm sitting glued to the screen watching a VH1 special on the Goo Goo Dolls... I'm way
too obsessed which is funny cause I don't go in for the whole groupie obsessed thing. But here
I am, staring at the screen and absently mindedly typing... hehe Oh and want to hear something
even more funny? I've developed this liking for NSYNC fanfiction... I don't even like their
music so I don't know where the hell that came from. I need a job... I have too much time on my
hands... =)
Disclaimer: Alms for the poor... (I don't own em...)
************************* Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter Ten ***********************
The latest pop song sensation flows over us as we dance on set. I'm stiff in Jareth's arms,
unyielding, as I glide, chin up, to the catchy if cliché beat. Jareth holds me at a distance
as well and his strange, hypnotic gaze is blessedly occupied elsewhere. I watch him watch the
masses. Watch as his disdainful glare rests briefly on the fabulously dressed extras that swirl
around us in glitter and masks. Watch as it roves over to the camera men and director and tech
assistants who stand around the set.
His finely gloved hands contract on mine as his gaze deigns to flicker to me. "I find this
distasteful," he says softly, too low for the cameras to pick up. "This, this mockery."
"Its called acting Jareth. Lies and illusions, I thought that would be right up your alley."
He dips me suddenly, and I try not to let myself back down from the sudden anger in his sharply
defined face as I wonder at the idiocy of this. I mean come on people... This whole fiasco is
cruel enough as it is. Did the writers HAVE to include a ball? A bloody ball? I mean, haven't
we all gotten our fill of sore toes and clammy hands?
And glitter?! I'm going to be sneezing glitter out of my nose for a month after the movie
wraps...
"Lies, illusions and magic Sarah. There's a difference." With an indifferent yet graceful
move he spins me languidly away from him and then back with enough snap so that our bodies are
touching, chests, legs, arms wrapped in each other. He's warm even through the layers of silk
and velvet.
Hello Goblin King. Talk about up close and personal.
Our eyes meet and the sudden moment between us is fiercely intense and frightening with its
sudden flared need.
Damn hormones to the Underground. I so did not just give Jareth my sexy look. Oh God, I
did... I gave Jareth my patented come hither look. The one I practice in front of my bedroom
mirror. The one that has a one hundred percent success rate so far.
Jareth's curled smirk could warm an Eskimo.
"You... you're too good for this place Jareth," I whisper as the song continues on, as our make
believe charade continues. The cameras are still rolling and I'm aware of them peripherally.
I know Jareth has forgotten them completely. "Why are you here? Go home, to the Underground.
I'm perfectly able to make myself miserable." Oh boy is that an understatement! "You're better
than a 'rising Hollywood star', better than 'Jared King'."
Jareth leans forward to rest his brow against mine and I swear the entire world can hear my
heartbeat at the exact second his warm forehead touches mine.
Help, heart attack! Heart attack! I'm too young to die! I mean, I still hate him, of course,
but come on people, he's the freaking Goblin King. Am I the only one who thinks he's better
than this make believe crap? He's the special effects without computers... He's...
"What about you?" he demands huskily.
Oh not the husky voice. The husky voice gets me every time...
"You're better than this place Sarah. You're better than Sarah Elliott."
Oh boy, that was as smooth as melted butter.
I raise dark brows. "Touché!"
"Cut!"
We both jump like we've been poked with a cattle prod. Moo... Being a cow must suck. And the
grass stains... It boggles the mind. I have decided that cows are the most mistreated animals
on earth. They have to deal with electrical shocks, cud, and being ground up into BigMacs while
their skin becomes a spiffy new wallet for five bucks at WalMart. Who wants their legacy to be
heart burn and a cheap Father's Day present?
And I think I have it bad.
I stare at Jareth as the set breaks up. He's still holding one of my hands in his and, stupid
me, can't seem to find enough brains to mind. I tug on the gloved wonder and swallow under the
weight of his intent stare.
Think the Goblin King is scary mad? Try to imagine how terrifying he is when he's attracted to
something, or someone, or me. I'm gonna pee my pants.
"Go home Jareth. Go back and run your Kingdom. I'm not worth it. I'm sure I'll end up in a
mental ward eventually anyway. I mean, I already had one complete nervous break down a few
months ago. I bet I can qualify for a nice white jacket all by myself in no time at all. All
I need to do is smack the wrong person in the head with a frying pan... Or attack David
Letterman and I'll be guaranteed a one way ticket to failure."
"Why are you still doing this Sarah? Why are you still acting if it tears you up inside? Why
have you chosen this life?"
Suddenly pissed, okay, not LITERALLY, but pissed, I snatch my hand away. "Because that's just
it... Because I chose it. And no matter how stressed or freaked out I get I still... Some
part of me will always love it. There's a thin line between love and hate right?" I smile
weakly.
Then the great big flashing double innuendo of that last line hits me and I groan. "I really
did just say that didn't I?"
Jareth's just standing there and I can tell he's trying his damnedest not to laugh at me. A
little tiny smirk escapes though. "Love and hate huh Sarah?"
Crap McNuggets... Man I need some McDonalds...
"I... I have to go. Tony, we're done for the day right?" The ever patient Mr. Gray looks up
from the papers he's studying across the set and waves an affirmative to me. I take the
opportunity gracefully, turn tail, and run. My flounce is notably absent.
***************************************************************************************
I sigh with bliss as Robert's skilled hands work out the kinks in my neck and upper back. "I'm
going to nominate you for Sainthood. Saint Robert..."
Robert chuckles and pours on more warm oil. "Don't think that's an option Sarah since I'm not
exactly Catholic."
I shrug as well as I'm able to lying face down on the padded massage table. "It shouldn't
matter if you're Buddhist because you, my friend, can perform miracles."
"And is there any particular reasons for you to be needing my miracles Sarah? Anything
especially troubling you?"
I groan to myself. Phil may be my real psychiatrist but Robert's the one who helps me through
most of my problems. Probably why I've been avoiding him for the last several weeks. I haven't
actually been in the mood the talk about the whole Jareth issue.
"For instance I saw a certain interview with a certain costar, though his information is
slightly faulty... As your masseuse I happen to know for a fact that the mole on your back is
on the left side..."
"Robert..."
"Shut up Sarah. I've also happened to see several speculating articles about you and Jared
King accompanied with pictures that show emotions the opposite of total revulsion lately.
Scoop me."
Stupid intuition. Robert should have been born a woman.
"How are Irene and Jasmine?" I ask hopefully, trying a last ditch effort to blatantly change
the subject. Goooooooo subtlety!
"Irene says hello and Jasmine wanted me to remind you that her birthday is in three weeks.
She wants a pony but the new Barbie Princess Tea Party Set would be considered a suitable
present replacement. Especially if you buy the matching Barbie Princess Tea Party Fairy
Flutter Gown with detachable wings.
"Now back to you. What's going on Sarah?"
"Its complicated."
Robert chuckles. "Its life. Stop stalling."
I glower and reluctantly give in. "Okay," I murmur. "Its like this. A long time ago, we're
talking like awkward angsty teenage years here... I said some really stupid things and had to
make up for them. Anyway I met Jareth... Jared. He, he terrified me in that butterfly feeling
in your stomach kind of way.
"But I hated him also. I had to. I made up for all the stupid things I said with some really
stupid actions that could have gotten me killed. I made it out okay though and put everything
behind me.
"And then Jared just appears in my life years, lifetimes, later. I'm a totally different
person, you know? But I still hated him and he still hated me and he was determined to make
my life miserable, pay back and crap like that. Some male Neanderthal mentality I guess.
"Only the thing is... You know how much I love being who I am, and how much I can hate it too
right? Well Jared saw how unhappy I already was and it was like a slap in the face. I didn't
need him to hurt me. So its like now what?
"And then the butterfly feeling returned for both of us. We're even sort of so all that's left
is, well, the OTHER stuff. And that's like some freaky unexplored frontier."
"And you're not sure you want to explore it are you?"
"Exactly! Especially because the odds are good that I'm going to attract some incurable alien
disease. And because... Its complicated."
Robert's hands still for a moment as he thought. "Well, I can't give a whole lot of advice
given the fact that you were about as vague as an IRS report but you don't get this worked up
over nothing Sarah. There's something going on in that twisted little movie star heart of
yours. I think its going to be up to you to figure out what it is though."
"So, you think I may, you know, love him?"
Robert patted one shoulder sympathetically. "You tell me."
Oh yeah, and I'm vague...