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Title: C'est La Vie
Summary: Jareth gets sent to earth in the form of a child, as punishment for falling in love with a mortal girl, thereby "allowing" her to win....yes, there is a lot more I could say here, but that would give everything away. And for those of you who have read my other stories, you already know I suck at summaries...
Rating: PG 13 for now...and that's probably a bit strong. I may up the rating on certain chapters, but I won't know until I get to them.
Archive: Yes! Do! You don't even have to ask...just tell me that you've done it so that I can see your site. (I love looking at fanfiction websites)And of course, make sure you give credit where credit is due...
A/N: This is what happens when I use plot bunnies instead of the regular muses...*sigh* I need to get me one...well, I did have one for a while, but he deserted me. Oh well, c'est la vie. Anyway, I think this story is going to turn out to be a long one... This is a crossover by the way...contains spoilers for the movie it's crossed over with...
Part One of maybe Two
Prologue
A tall tree looked up towards the heavens, its branches reaching out in homage to the stars and the silvery orb of the moon. Scattered moonbeams flitered in through through leaves, dancing across pale feathers, highlighting a pair of dark eyes. The shiny gems gazed into the open window next to the tree, pain, longing and disgust warring with each other.
Then, the owl, upset with what it had seen, spread its wings and took to the air, words cavorting teasingly in its head. "You have no power over me...you have no power over me...you have no power over me..." The words rang out, over and over, even after the owl landed in the window of the dingy looking throne room of an otherwise impressive ediface.
A slight man, dressed in scarlet robes, lounged negligently on the throne, twirling a sceptor about as though it were a baton. He had black hair pulled back with a leather thong, and a pencil thin moustache. A triumphant smirk rested on his lips, as his sapphire eyes gazed out at the grimy denizens of the castle. Then, as if just noticing something, he looked up and met the owl's outraged glare.
"Ah, so you've decided to return have you, Jareth?" the man stated, "Good, I've been quite bored. These goblins are not very good conversationalists you know?"
Jareth fluttered downwards, changing his form until another man stood before the throne, mismatched eyes staring hard at the man on the throne. "What do you want Persan? And don't tell me 'someone to talk to' because I know very well that you would never 'stoop so low' as to speak with I, unless it were of some personal gain for yourself."
Persan sat up on the throne, and placed a hand on his chest in mock injury. "Why, Jareth, is that how you see me? Truly?" Then, he threw back his head and laughed. "But you are quite correct my dear fellow." Growing serious, he leaned forward and whispered, "I've come to take the Labyrinth."
It was Jareth's turn to laugh now. "Is that so? On what grounds?"
The smirk was back in place, with a more sinister quality to it, as Persan answered, "On the grounds that you have fallen in love with a mortal, and in so doing, have given her powers."
Jareth started inwardly, but retained a sneer of disdain on his face. "The mortal wished a child away, and came to get it back. That was well within the rules and you know it Persan. How she could have recieved powers from that, I don't know."
Persan shrugged as he lay back on the throne once more, bringing the jewled scepter up to focus. Seconds later a scene began playing out, just above it. Jareth winced as watched himself dancing with Sarah, and again when he offered up that last bit of himself to her, just before she'd said the words. Oh, it wasn't because that was any proof against him, but because it showed how bloody weak he was.
"Yes, yes, so I fell for the girl. But, she said the words, and she can't use magic." Even as he said the words, he knew what they weren't true. Hadn't he just seen her call all her friends to her? Had his lost power over her, allowed her her own?
Persan must have seen the hesitation in his face, for her brought the scepter to bear, the images fading. "As punishment for allowing this to happen...you will be placed on earth with no magic, and no memory of the Labyrinth save in your dreams--including looking nothing like yourself. Fitting don't you think? In your dreams, you'll know exactly who you are, and what's happened, but there won't be anything you can do about it. Until we allow you back of course."
Just before he sent Jareth away, he said, "Oh and one more thing, if you do not find and marry the mortal girl, you will never be allowed to return. And the Labyrinth will be mine." Persan brought the scepter down, and Jareth knew no more...
England-1937
Charrista sighed softly as she lay back on the chaise lounge, tired from a long night of feeding a disgruntled baby, and a morning of the same. Now, little Dougie was taking a nap. She sighed again, wishing Nigel were home. Her husband had been going off on long assignments lately, and she was beginning to suspect that that wasn't what he was doing at all.
Almost as though he had heard her thoughts, Nigel walked into the room carrying a bundle of blankets, his handsome face twisted in concern. Instantly Charrista was up, fear for her baby pushing the recent lethargy aside as she ran to her husband's side.
"Nigel! You're home, what's wrong?!" She desparately tried to take the baby from him, but he turned away.
"Calm down luv," he admonished gently, "This isn't Dougie, and he's perfectly fine. He just doesn't have any parents at the moment."
The inital fight response fled with his statement, though she still felt adrenaline pumping through her system. "What do you mean Nigel?"
Nigel grinned over at her, in that way that melted her to her toes. "I found the lad this morning beneath a tree, along with this note." He indicated his right suit pocket, and she reached inside and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Dear whomever...take good care of Austin for me...I have gone to a better place. I would have taken him with me, but he is so very young. Please...love him as I have. Signed...A mother."
"How horrid!" Charrista exclaimed, her face flushed with anger, "How could anyone proclaim to love their child and leave him like that? There're plenty of orphanages around. They are at least better than the great out-doors!"
Nigel chuckled at her maternal protectiveness. "Yes, well, luvvie, he wasn't exactly in the 'great outdoors', it was close to the city. And besides," he added hastily when it looked as though she were going to yell at him, "He was lucky in that I found him. He looks about the same age as Dougie...we can adopt him."
Charrista looked up at him, adoration evident in her glowing eyes. How could she have ever suspected him of fooling around on her? He was such a sweet, sensitive, loving man..."Oh Nigel..."
Title: C'est La Vie
Summary: Jareth gets sent to earth in the form of a child, as punishment for falling in love with a mortal girl, thereby "allowing" her to win....yes, there is a lot more I could say here, but that would give everything away. And for those of you who have read my other stories, you already know I suck at summaries...
Rating: PG 13 for now...and that's probably a bit strong. I may up the rating on certain chapters, but I won't know until I get to them.
Archive: Yes! Do! You don't even have to ask...just tell me that you've done it so that I can see your site. (I love looking at fanfiction websites)And of course, make sure you give credit where credit is due...
A/N: This is what happens when I use plot bunnies instead of the regular muses...*sigh* I need to get me one...well, I did have one for a while, but he deserted me. Oh well, c'est la vie. Anyway, I think this story is going to turn out to be a long one... This is a crossover by the way...contains spoilers for the movie it's crossed over with...
Part One of maybe Two
Prologue
A tall tree looked up towards the heavens, its branches reaching out in homage to the stars and the silvery orb of the moon. Scattered moonbeams flitered in through through leaves, dancing across pale feathers, highlighting a pair of dark eyes. The shiny gems gazed into the open window next to the tree, pain, longing and disgust warring with each other.
Then, the owl, upset with what it had seen, spread its wings and took to the air, words cavorting teasingly in its head. "You have no power over me...you have no power over me...you have no power over me..." The words rang out, over and over, even after the owl landed in the window of the dingy looking throne room of an otherwise impressive ediface.
A slight man, dressed in scarlet robes, lounged negligently on the throne, twirling a sceptor about as though it were a baton. He had black hair pulled back with a leather thong, and a pencil thin moustache. A triumphant smirk rested on his lips, as his sapphire eyes gazed out at the grimy denizens of the castle. Then, as if just noticing something, he looked up and met the owl's outraged glare.
"Ah, so you've decided to return have you, Jareth?" the man stated, "Good, I've been quite bored. These goblins are not very good conversationalists you know?"
Jareth fluttered downwards, changing his form until another man stood before the throne, mismatched eyes staring hard at the man on the throne. "What do you want Persan? And don't tell me 'someone to talk to' because I know very well that you would never 'stoop so low' as to speak with I, unless it were of some personal gain for yourself."
Persan sat up on the throne, and placed a hand on his chest in mock injury. "Why, Jareth, is that how you see me? Truly?" Then, he threw back his head and laughed. "But you are quite correct my dear fellow." Growing serious, he leaned forward and whispered, "I've come to take the Labyrinth."
It was Jareth's turn to laugh now. "Is that so? On what grounds?"
The smirk was back in place, with a more sinister quality to it, as Persan answered, "On the grounds that you have fallen in love with a mortal, and in so doing, have given her powers."
Jareth started inwardly, but retained a sneer of disdain on his face. "The mortal wished a child away, and came to get it back. That was well within the rules and you know it Persan. How she could have recieved powers from that, I don't know."
Persan shrugged as he lay back on the throne once more, bringing the jewled scepter up to focus. Seconds later a scene began playing out, just above it. Jareth winced as watched himself dancing with Sarah, and again when he offered up that last bit of himself to her, just before she'd said the words. Oh, it wasn't because that was any proof against him, but because it showed how bloody weak he was.
"Yes, yes, so I fell for the girl. But, she said the words, and she can't use magic." Even as he said the words, he knew what they weren't true. Hadn't he just seen her call all her friends to her? Had his lost power over her, allowed her her own?
Persan must have seen the hesitation in his face, for her brought the scepter to bear, the images fading. "As punishment for allowing this to happen...you will be placed on earth with no magic, and no memory of the Labyrinth save in your dreams--including looking nothing like yourself. Fitting don't you think? In your dreams, you'll know exactly who you are, and what's happened, but there won't be anything you can do about it. Until we allow you back of course."
Just before he sent Jareth away, he said, "Oh and one more thing, if you do not find and marry the mortal girl, you will never be allowed to return. And the Labyrinth will be mine." Persan brought the scepter down, and Jareth knew no more...
England-1937
Charrista sighed softly as she lay back on the chaise lounge, tired from a long night of feeding a disgruntled baby, and a morning of the same. Now, little Dougie was taking a nap. She sighed again, wishing Nigel were home. Her husband had been going off on long assignments lately, and she was beginning to suspect that that wasn't what he was doing at all.
Almost as though he had heard her thoughts, Nigel walked into the room carrying a bundle of blankets, his handsome face twisted in concern. Instantly Charrista was up, fear for her baby pushing the recent lethargy aside as she ran to her husband's side.
"Nigel! You're home, what's wrong?!" She desparately tried to take the baby from him, but he turned away.
"Calm down luv," he admonished gently, "This isn't Dougie, and he's perfectly fine. He just doesn't have any parents at the moment."
The inital fight response fled with his statement, though she still felt adrenaline pumping through her system. "What do you mean Nigel?"
Nigel grinned over at her, in that way that melted her to her toes. "I found the lad this morning beneath a tree, along with this note." He indicated his right suit pocket, and she reached inside and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Dear whomever...take good care of Austin for me...I have gone to a better place. I would have taken him with me, but he is so very young. Please...love him as I have. Signed...A mother."
"How horrid!" Charrista exclaimed, her face flushed with anger, "How could anyone proclaim to love their child and leave him like that? There're plenty of orphanages around. They are at least better than the great out-doors!"
Nigel chuckled at her maternal protectiveness. "Yes, well, luvvie, he wasn't exactly in the 'great outdoors', it was close to the city. And besides," he added hastily when it looked as though she were going to yell at him, "He was lucky in that I found him. He looks about the same age as Dougie...we can adopt him."
Charrista looked up at him, adoration evident in her glowing eyes. How could she have ever suspected him of fooling around on her? He was such a sweet, sensitive, loving man..."Oh Nigel..."