AN: Two chapters in one night. I've been going with the flow.
Diclaimers: Not mine never were, never will be. (Goes for the last chapter as well.)
Mine
To have loved, and lost
Taren collapsed on to her bed, feeling so exhausted, she could barley summon a smile. Her last thought as she lost consciousness, was, 'Mortals are so gullible!'
Sarah arrived at the airport, and booked herself into a hotel. Putting her cases don she sat on the bed and removed her fathers letter from her pocket she started to read.
Sarah,
I knew you would go before anyone got up. And I wanted to tell you something's that I've been meaning to say for a while.
I'm so glad you've chosen to go out in the world and live your life. You've always had such a free spirit, and I could see you were never settled at college. (You changed you major so many times.)
Have a good time, and remember I'm here if you ever need me.
I know over the years we haven't been that close but I do love you, never doubt that. It's Just I don't understand you, I need my life ordered, I need to know exactly what's happening tomorrow and the next day.
Your so like your mother. She was right to leave you and me. You needed a stable home, and no matter how much it hurt her to leave you with me, it was done with your best interests at heart. She was such a spirited woman. And she tried so hard for her to be the person, wife and mother, that was expected of her. In the five years we were together she tried so hard, but I could see, when she thought no one was looking, how much she yearned to be away, to go back out in the world and make her mark. So I let her go, and she didn't let either of us down.
I expect a part of me, will never stop loving, and admiring her.
So go, Sarah and make your own mark on the world, and never forget where home is. (Don't worry about Karen, she never could hold a grudge. And I'll make sure she doesn't this time.)
I love you honey.
Dad.
P.S. In the envelope is a little gift to help you on your way. Don't forget us. Write often. We will miss you.
P.P.S. Sorry I didn't stick up for you last night, but I've still got to live here. And Karen can be very sulky until she lets something that's upset her go.
Sarah reached into the envelope, and pulled out a check for $1000. 'Oh Dad, What would I do without you.'
All the emotion of the past few hours bubbled to the surface, and tears streamed down her face. Her last thought before she let herself go, was of a night of beauty, and a morning of ugliness. She curled up into a ball, and there in a strange hotel, on sheets that had been lain on a thousand of times, by thousands of people, Sarah Williams let her heart break.
Jareth waited in eager antisation for night to fall, for goblins and servant alike to leave him. And he would be able to go to Sarah, his Sarah.
She was his,
He had decided earlier in the day. When time seemed to have stopped it went so slowly. That tonight he would ask her to come back to the castle, with him, and be his queen. He wanted his children to have green, determined eyes, and glorious chestnut hair that would shine just like their mothers did.
True they didn't know each other all that well, he didn't know what her favourite food was, or what favourite colour was, he didn't know personal details but he knew her intimately.
He couldn't remember ever feeling for someone, the way he had this morning, when she had said she loved him. He had wanted to respond but the crystal had been thrown, the spell already working, he'd wanted to go back, but there were already four savants, and two goblins waiting for him, when he returned. He was determined tonight he would ask her to come back with him and then he would never have to spend a day without her again.
Finally as the last servant was about to depart, he noticed that he hadn't seen Taren all day, and called to the servant. 'You there, Sharise, isn't it? Come here.'
The girl looked fearfully around, and nodded, but made no move toward him. 'Come on girl.' He chuckled. 'I don't bite.' The girl kept her face lowered, as she approached the Goblin king. 'Y-yes, my sire, um my king, lord.' The girl was desperately nervous her words coming in a jumble, and refusing to go past her tongue properly, she gave up and curtsied.
Jereth rolled his eyes 'I just wanted to ask about Taren, I haven't seen her today where is she.' Probably hiding in her room after the way I treated her, poor girl. He thought.
Sharise cleared her throat, still looking at the floor, she answered. 'She's not well my lord, She took to her room earlier today with the order, not to be disturbed.' This all came out in a rush,
Jareth took pity on the poor girl, and dismissed her. Making a mental note to himself, to check on Taren, when he returned.
He summoned a crystal, and set about weaving a transportation spell.
Sarah's room was dark when he entered it, and something didn't feel quite right. Clicking his fingers the electrical light overhead came on. He saw straight away she wasn't there. 'Where would she be at this time of night' he pondered moving around the room. Picking up ornaments and putting them down again. He reached the Vanity mirror. On the top was a tube of lipstick, he picked it up. Unbidden came a vision of Sarah cases in hand leaving the room, she took one look back. Jareth could hear her thoughts, as clearly as if she'd spoken aloud.
Of her leaving and never coming back, of never wanting to see him again. Jareth's heart plummeted, and he felt rage swell up inside him.
What foolish game was she playing? A crystal appeared. He had to get out of here he had to get out of her room. Now. A second later he was back in the throne room. He sat on the circular throne, his head in his hands, the rage and grief mixing into a combustible fury.
Every one in the palace stood outside the doors of the throne room, the sounds from inside were terrifying.
It had been going on for three hours now, starting in the middle of the night. The castle itself was shaking from the force of the explosions inside.
Suddenly, all noise stopped.
An anguished cry echoed around the castle, later it was told it had been heard all around the Labyrinth also, People and goblins alike clearly heard a tortured scream of,
'Saaaaaarrrraaaaaahhhhh!'
Then all was silent, the throne room doors did not open again for a further three days, and when they did.
A different king emerged.
A bored and indifferent king.
Diclaimers: Not mine never were, never will be. (Goes for the last chapter as well.)
Mine
To have loved, and lost
Taren collapsed on to her bed, feeling so exhausted, she could barley summon a smile. Her last thought as she lost consciousness, was, 'Mortals are so gullible!'
Sarah arrived at the airport, and booked herself into a hotel. Putting her cases don she sat on the bed and removed her fathers letter from her pocket she started to read.
Sarah,
I knew you would go before anyone got up. And I wanted to tell you something's that I've been meaning to say for a while.
I'm so glad you've chosen to go out in the world and live your life. You've always had such a free spirit, and I could see you were never settled at college. (You changed you major so many times.)
Have a good time, and remember I'm here if you ever need me.
I know over the years we haven't been that close but I do love you, never doubt that. It's Just I don't understand you, I need my life ordered, I need to know exactly what's happening tomorrow and the next day.
Your so like your mother. She was right to leave you and me. You needed a stable home, and no matter how much it hurt her to leave you with me, it was done with your best interests at heart. She was such a spirited woman. And she tried so hard for her to be the person, wife and mother, that was expected of her. In the five years we were together she tried so hard, but I could see, when she thought no one was looking, how much she yearned to be away, to go back out in the world and make her mark. So I let her go, and she didn't let either of us down.
I expect a part of me, will never stop loving, and admiring her.
So go, Sarah and make your own mark on the world, and never forget where home is. (Don't worry about Karen, she never could hold a grudge. And I'll make sure she doesn't this time.)
I love you honey.
Dad.
P.S. In the envelope is a little gift to help you on your way. Don't forget us. Write often. We will miss you.
P.P.S. Sorry I didn't stick up for you last night, but I've still got to live here. And Karen can be very sulky until she lets something that's upset her go.
Sarah reached into the envelope, and pulled out a check for $1000. 'Oh Dad, What would I do without you.'
All the emotion of the past few hours bubbled to the surface, and tears streamed down her face. Her last thought before she let herself go, was of a night of beauty, and a morning of ugliness. She curled up into a ball, and there in a strange hotel, on sheets that had been lain on a thousand of times, by thousands of people, Sarah Williams let her heart break.
Jareth waited in eager antisation for night to fall, for goblins and servant alike to leave him. And he would be able to go to Sarah, his Sarah.
She was his,
He had decided earlier in the day. When time seemed to have stopped it went so slowly. That tonight he would ask her to come back to the castle, with him, and be his queen. He wanted his children to have green, determined eyes, and glorious chestnut hair that would shine just like their mothers did.
True they didn't know each other all that well, he didn't know what her favourite food was, or what favourite colour was, he didn't know personal details but he knew her intimately.
He couldn't remember ever feeling for someone, the way he had this morning, when she had said she loved him. He had wanted to respond but the crystal had been thrown, the spell already working, he'd wanted to go back, but there were already four savants, and two goblins waiting for him, when he returned. He was determined tonight he would ask her to come back with him and then he would never have to spend a day without her again.
Finally as the last servant was about to depart, he noticed that he hadn't seen Taren all day, and called to the servant. 'You there, Sharise, isn't it? Come here.'
The girl looked fearfully around, and nodded, but made no move toward him. 'Come on girl.' He chuckled. 'I don't bite.' The girl kept her face lowered, as she approached the Goblin king. 'Y-yes, my sire, um my king, lord.' The girl was desperately nervous her words coming in a jumble, and refusing to go past her tongue properly, she gave up and curtsied.
Jereth rolled his eyes 'I just wanted to ask about Taren, I haven't seen her today where is she.' Probably hiding in her room after the way I treated her, poor girl. He thought.
Sharise cleared her throat, still looking at the floor, she answered. 'She's not well my lord, She took to her room earlier today with the order, not to be disturbed.' This all came out in a rush,
Jareth took pity on the poor girl, and dismissed her. Making a mental note to himself, to check on Taren, when he returned.
He summoned a crystal, and set about weaving a transportation spell.
Sarah's room was dark when he entered it, and something didn't feel quite right. Clicking his fingers the electrical light overhead came on. He saw straight away she wasn't there. 'Where would she be at this time of night' he pondered moving around the room. Picking up ornaments and putting them down again. He reached the Vanity mirror. On the top was a tube of lipstick, he picked it up. Unbidden came a vision of Sarah cases in hand leaving the room, she took one look back. Jareth could hear her thoughts, as clearly as if she'd spoken aloud.
Of her leaving and never coming back, of never wanting to see him again. Jareth's heart plummeted, and he felt rage swell up inside him.
What foolish game was she playing? A crystal appeared. He had to get out of here he had to get out of her room. Now. A second later he was back in the throne room. He sat on the circular throne, his head in his hands, the rage and grief mixing into a combustible fury.
Every one in the palace stood outside the doors of the throne room, the sounds from inside were terrifying.
It had been going on for three hours now, starting in the middle of the night. The castle itself was shaking from the force of the explosions inside.
Suddenly, all noise stopped.
An anguished cry echoed around the castle, later it was told it had been heard all around the Labyrinth also, People and goblins alike clearly heard a tortured scream of,
'Saaaaaarrrraaaaaahhhhh!'
Then all was silent, the throne room doors did not open again for a further three days, and when they did.
A different king emerged.
A bored and indifferent king.
