A/N: Heh, do you know what the crossover is yet? Well, chapter two should very defiinitely define it for you. And in case it isn't clear, the first part is little Austin(Jareth) growing up...the next part will be later on...um..still not clear I know...but I promise it will start to make sense...eventually...
Chapter One: Daddy Wasn't There
Four year old Austin Powers gazed tearfully up at Helga, his nanny, soft brown eyes glowing with the unshed moisture--magnified by the too-large glasses. His little lips were pursed in an adorable pout adding to the whole 'I'm-an-innocent-little-cherub-don't-scold-me' act. He held up the pudgy little hand that still clutched the culprit cookie in its tightfisted grasp.
He hadn't really meant to take all those cookies, only just the one he held. It wasn't his fault the jar had come crashing down with him. Besides... "Ou said I could 'ave one later," he insisted, "An' it's later now."
Helga, for her part simply stood there a moment, anger warring with amusement and adoration on her face. Austin thought for a moment that he was still going to get in trouble, and the tears that had been previously unshed, now trickled down his face unchecked. He really hadn't meant to cause any trouble. Really. The tears seemed to do the trick though, as the nanny visibly softened.
"Oh little one..." Helga sighed, "Yes it is later. Go on to your room now, while I clean up this mess before your father gets home."
"Daddy's coming home today?" The incident completely forgotten, Austin began jumping around in excitement. His daddy was gone a lot, he had a very important job that he had to do. But when he came home, the often went out places like the zoo, and to America. And, right before he had left this last time, he said they were going to go to the fair.
"Austin," Helga began, but when he looked up at her questioningly, she just smiled and pointed in the direction of his room.
He quickly complied, nearly tripping up the stairs in his haste. Daddy was actually coming home today! As he raced into his room he climbed up onto his bed and began jumping while chanting at the top of his lungs. "Daddy's coming home! Daddy's coming home! Daddy's coming home! Daddy's coming home!"
Helga poked her head inside and gave him her sternest glance. "Settle down boy!"
"Okay Helga," he instantly subsided and sat cross-legged on his bed, "I'm gonna wait right here until Daddy gets here."
Helga gave him an odd little smile and then nodded. "All right then, you do that." And then she walked back out.
Sometime later--he had already moved to go play with some toys because he was so bored--Austin realized he was hungry. His stomach was making noises. Daddy should have been there by now. He pouted for a minute before an idea came to him. It was supposed to be a surprise! That's why Helga had been acting so funny! He would go downstairs into the dining room, and there Daddy would be, sitting at his usual spot. And he, Austin, would run up to him, and Daddy would pick him up and hug him, and say "Who's my little boy!" Just like that one guy did in the park yesterday.
Pleased with his cleverness, and excited, he plodded out of his room and downstairs. He had to keep himself from running, and instead walked as slowly as possible to prolong the agony of waiting. It was fun. Then, when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard Helga's voice.
"Nigel, the boy wants you to be here. He doesn't care about...Yes, I told him...I know you said you didn't know for sure but...Nigel you're his father...I know that's what I'm paid for...No you listen to me, Austin expects you to...So you think he's a nuiscance...no you didn't come right out and say it, but that's what you're implying. Oh is that so! Nigel Powers you are...Nigel? Hello? Oh!" Right after that was the sound of something being slammed down.
Austin quickly clambored back up the stairs, his heart breaking. His daddy wasn't coming home after all. And it was all his fault. He climbed back up on his bed, tears streaking down his face as he cried his heart out. He put his face in the pillow and tried to breath through his stuffy nose, and just before sleep claimed him he whispered, "I promise I won't eat another cookie unless Helga gives it to me. Then you won't have to be mad at me Daddy."
*******
Jareth frowned as paced through the bubble realm of the child's head, frustration building. This was all *her* fault. If *she* hadn't wished that damned baby away, none of this would be happening right now. He wouldn't be reliving his childhood. Granted it was several thousand years later than he had originally been born....and he hadn't had a mop of unruly brown hair, or mud-colored eyes. And he most certainly hadn't been nearsighted.
Again, he sat down, wishing he could curse Nigel Powers for putting him through all this psychological trauma. Because he as an adult, had to somehow convince his child self that everything would be perfectly fine. Here, Jareth smiled. Persan hadn't thought of everything. Though when he woke from the dreams, he couldn't remember them at all, he did retain the emotions he felt from them. Anger and fear mostly, until he had realized what was happening. Then, Jareth had gone out of his way to keep from feeling sorry for himself.
A large bloated head of a man with glasses and horrible teeth floated up in front of him. Jareth sneered at the man, while recognizing his younger self's need for emotional support. With a sigh, Jareth adressed Nigel.
"You are simply testing me aren't you? Yes, that's it, that's what I'll tell myself. You're testing me to see if I can measure up to you. Good bye." The head popped out of existence, and Jareth released yet another long-suffering sigh.
He could almost wish that he wouldn't go to sleep anymore than he had to...at least when he was awake, he didn't realize how boring it all was.
"Having fun?"
Jareth whirled around to find Persan standing before him. His eyes narrowed. "Do go away Persan, we don't want to give me nightmares now, do we? I might just remember them. And if I remember them, I might remember who I was."
Persan raised one black eyebrow. "Too true, too true. It's a pity that young woman had to die. She would have made a good mother for you. Its why the council picked her out."
Jareth frowned slightly, and then realized that Persan must be talking about his mother, the one who no one wanted to talk about, and of whom Austin had no memories. "Yes well, Nigel is good enough I suppose. I wonder if he'll wish me to the Labyrinth. Won't that be something."
Persan shrugged. "The ties have been cut, in anticipation of just such an incidence. You are not allowed back, no matter what."
"Until I find Sarah."
"Oh yes, but the likelyhood of that is very slim you know. This is 1941, she was born in 1971. If you ever did find her, you'd be much too old for her, by mortal standards."
"Go away Persan."
A/N: Okay dreadfully sorry about this story...I know it's incredibly weird, but it's just been plauging me all day. Tell me if you like it or not.
Chapter One: Daddy Wasn't There
Four year old Austin Powers gazed tearfully up at Helga, his nanny, soft brown eyes glowing with the unshed moisture--magnified by the too-large glasses. His little lips were pursed in an adorable pout adding to the whole 'I'm-an-innocent-little-cherub-don't-scold-me' act. He held up the pudgy little hand that still clutched the culprit cookie in its tightfisted grasp.
He hadn't really meant to take all those cookies, only just the one he held. It wasn't his fault the jar had come crashing down with him. Besides... "Ou said I could 'ave one later," he insisted, "An' it's later now."
Helga, for her part simply stood there a moment, anger warring with amusement and adoration on her face. Austin thought for a moment that he was still going to get in trouble, and the tears that had been previously unshed, now trickled down his face unchecked. He really hadn't meant to cause any trouble. Really. The tears seemed to do the trick though, as the nanny visibly softened.
"Oh little one..." Helga sighed, "Yes it is later. Go on to your room now, while I clean up this mess before your father gets home."
"Daddy's coming home today?" The incident completely forgotten, Austin began jumping around in excitement. His daddy was gone a lot, he had a very important job that he had to do. But when he came home, the often went out places like the zoo, and to America. And, right before he had left this last time, he said they were going to go to the fair.
"Austin," Helga began, but when he looked up at her questioningly, she just smiled and pointed in the direction of his room.
He quickly complied, nearly tripping up the stairs in his haste. Daddy was actually coming home today! As he raced into his room he climbed up onto his bed and began jumping while chanting at the top of his lungs. "Daddy's coming home! Daddy's coming home! Daddy's coming home! Daddy's coming home!"
Helga poked her head inside and gave him her sternest glance. "Settle down boy!"
"Okay Helga," he instantly subsided and sat cross-legged on his bed, "I'm gonna wait right here until Daddy gets here."
Helga gave him an odd little smile and then nodded. "All right then, you do that." And then she walked back out.
Sometime later--he had already moved to go play with some toys because he was so bored--Austin realized he was hungry. His stomach was making noises. Daddy should have been there by now. He pouted for a minute before an idea came to him. It was supposed to be a surprise! That's why Helga had been acting so funny! He would go downstairs into the dining room, and there Daddy would be, sitting at his usual spot. And he, Austin, would run up to him, and Daddy would pick him up and hug him, and say "Who's my little boy!" Just like that one guy did in the park yesterday.
Pleased with his cleverness, and excited, he plodded out of his room and downstairs. He had to keep himself from running, and instead walked as slowly as possible to prolong the agony of waiting. It was fun. Then, when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard Helga's voice.
"Nigel, the boy wants you to be here. He doesn't care about...Yes, I told him...I know you said you didn't know for sure but...Nigel you're his father...I know that's what I'm paid for...No you listen to me, Austin expects you to...So you think he's a nuiscance...no you didn't come right out and say it, but that's what you're implying. Oh is that so! Nigel Powers you are...Nigel? Hello? Oh!" Right after that was the sound of something being slammed down.
Austin quickly clambored back up the stairs, his heart breaking. His daddy wasn't coming home after all. And it was all his fault. He climbed back up on his bed, tears streaking down his face as he cried his heart out. He put his face in the pillow and tried to breath through his stuffy nose, and just before sleep claimed him he whispered, "I promise I won't eat another cookie unless Helga gives it to me. Then you won't have to be mad at me Daddy."
*******
Jareth frowned as paced through the bubble realm of the child's head, frustration building. This was all *her* fault. If *she* hadn't wished that damned baby away, none of this would be happening right now. He wouldn't be reliving his childhood. Granted it was several thousand years later than he had originally been born....and he hadn't had a mop of unruly brown hair, or mud-colored eyes. And he most certainly hadn't been nearsighted.
Again, he sat down, wishing he could curse Nigel Powers for putting him through all this psychological trauma. Because he as an adult, had to somehow convince his child self that everything would be perfectly fine. Here, Jareth smiled. Persan hadn't thought of everything. Though when he woke from the dreams, he couldn't remember them at all, he did retain the emotions he felt from them. Anger and fear mostly, until he had realized what was happening. Then, Jareth had gone out of his way to keep from feeling sorry for himself.
A large bloated head of a man with glasses and horrible teeth floated up in front of him. Jareth sneered at the man, while recognizing his younger self's need for emotional support. With a sigh, Jareth adressed Nigel.
"You are simply testing me aren't you? Yes, that's it, that's what I'll tell myself. You're testing me to see if I can measure up to you. Good bye." The head popped out of existence, and Jareth released yet another long-suffering sigh.
He could almost wish that he wouldn't go to sleep anymore than he had to...at least when he was awake, he didn't realize how boring it all was.
"Having fun?"
Jareth whirled around to find Persan standing before him. His eyes narrowed. "Do go away Persan, we don't want to give me nightmares now, do we? I might just remember them. And if I remember them, I might remember who I was."
Persan raised one black eyebrow. "Too true, too true. It's a pity that young woman had to die. She would have made a good mother for you. Its why the council picked her out."
Jareth frowned slightly, and then realized that Persan must be talking about his mother, the one who no one wanted to talk about, and of whom Austin had no memories. "Yes well, Nigel is good enough I suppose. I wonder if he'll wish me to the Labyrinth. Won't that be something."
Persan shrugged. "The ties have been cut, in anticipation of just such an incidence. You are not allowed back, no matter what."
"Until I find Sarah."
"Oh yes, but the likelyhood of that is very slim you know. This is 1941, she was born in 1971. If you ever did find her, you'd be much too old for her, by mortal standards."
"Go away Persan."
A/N: Okay dreadfully sorry about this story...I know it's incredibly weird, but it's just been plauging me all day. Tell me if you like it or not.