AN: I have three ways for this story to proceed, I literally flipped a coin
and this is the one that won, I hope you like it. If not tell me and I will
write a replacement.
Disclaimer: Jareth unfortunately belongs to me, he came to take the kids away, but when he got here, he was so enraptured by my sparkling beauty, He lowered himself to my feet and said. 'You are the fairest maid in all the land. Let me be your slave, you will never have to wash another plate in your life.'
***'What was I dreaming again?' ***
(No sound but my heartbreaking grief can be heard. As I realise I have to do the washing up.)
Mine
Restlessness
Jareth paced his chamber, he was restless. He had been restless all day.
Restless and jumpy.
The past seven months, had been terrible, his moods, unpredictable at the best of times, were now volatile. His moods had become extreme, to say the least.
Bitingly furious one moment, glacially indifferent the next.
The servants, and goblins, had learned to tip toe their way around him, these past months.
Jareth cursed the individual that had reduced him to this uncontrolled state of being; She was a liar, a whore, and a damned good actress. The way she had responded to him, had affected him deeply, even now, the thought of how glorious, she had looked that night, haunted him. Her words of love, tormented him, they had made him repeat the night in his mind countless times, looking for a sign that she had been acting. But he could find none, her response to him had been perfect.
Perfectly feigned.
A sigh from the bed reminded him of Tarens sleeping presence, he should have sent her away when he had realised, that his restlessness wasn't due to his self imposed celibacy of the past months.
The absence of bed sport hadn't been for lack of wanting, the trouble lay in the fact, that there was only one woman he wanted.
It wasn't as if he hadn't looked for a replacement. It was just that he hadn't found anyone who attracted him. He thought of the women he had considered, then rejected, a reason for each one.
That ones eyes were not the right shade of green,
that ones hair wasn't brown enough,
another ones hair wasn't soft enough,
too slim,
too fat,
too tall,
too short.
The list was endless; he had given up in the end. The only reason Taren was here was because of this cursed restlessness.
Searching his mind again for what the cause could be, he again, had no answer. There was nothing he had forgotten; nothing more than the usual, occupied his thoughts.
Cursing vehemently he shifted into his owl form, and flew out of the open window.
Maybe a little air would help.
Sarah hummed as she sprayed bleach into the cupboard, and swiped the cloth around. Finished she pulled herself to her feet. Holding onto the side for support.
'There' she said to herself. 'The last one.' Rinsing the cloth out, she decided she would have a cup of tea, before replacing the pots, and pans she had removed to clean the cupboard.
As she waited for the kettle to boil, she walked round her little apartment.
It was furnished very simply, small nic naks she had managed to pick up in Europe, graced most of the surfaces, Karen and her dad, had helped with the larger things, a bed, cooker, fridge freezer, and her lounge furnishings.
They weren't exactly height of fashion, or state of art, but she liked them.
Her apartment wasn't the home she'd dreamed of, when she was little, but she loved it. She had done, from the moment she had seen it. The rent wasn't too high and it wasn't far from work.
No, she didn't have everything she'd ever wanted, but she was content enough.
Sarah even liked her job, she worked at an arts and crafts gift shop, she had been thrilled to get the job.
The shop sold all manner of things, from hand carved animals, to plastic fairies, How ironic she had thought, when she had got he job, here I am selling works of fantasy. After my experiences. It was laughable.
And she could laugh now. For a while after she had left, she hadn't been able to laugh at all. Boarding the plane that was to take her to London England, she had thought never to laugh again.
And after two months of travelling around Europe, she had come home. The trip had been wasted on her. She had hardly seen anything, staying mostly in her hotel rooms, going out very infrequently, only too buy postcards for Toby, and pick up her little ornaments and such.
The trip would have been better spent on some one who would have appreciated it.
Coming home had been for the best.
Sarah hadn't been able to bring herself to go to her fathers house but instead had set up home in the small town of, Hope springs, Montana. She had been looking at her map, at the airport, trying to decide where she should end up, when the name had leaped out at her. It was extremely apt she thought.
'Hope springs, eternal.' So the saying went it was just the place for a new beginning.
A small town with a picturesque backdrop, she liked the way everyone had seemed to know everyone else's business.
Sarah sat on the sofa with her cup of tea, and relaxed, she sat remembering her first day in Hope springs,
As soon as she had arrived, her first stop was a grocery store, to look for a local paper. Booking into a motel could wait a few hours while she had a proper look at the little town. Finding a little grocery store on the main street, she had been delayed by the store clerk for half an hour, being told all the town gossip, then answering seemingly endless questions about herself.
After she told Jenny, (the store clerks name, had been offered in the very first sentence Jenny had uttered.) that she had decided to stay in Hope springs.
Jenny had directed her to the arts and crafts store, 'Wishful Thinking,' telling her that the owner Nancy had a vacancy. She also told Sarah a few tidbits about Nancy that Sarah was sure, should have been private. That Nancy had opened her store four years ago, after her divorce, And that Nancy had strange looking men on motor bikes calling at her house at the oddest times. Sarah didn't really want to hear any more, she thanked Jenny, and left the store, pausing briefly, before making her way down the street. Wishful Thinking, the store's name made her pause, was it an omen.
Telling herself she was being silly, Sarah found the store, inside was an Aladdin's cave of treasures, pine wooden shelves stood at odd angles, crammed with everything imaginable, Tarot cards, wooden sculptures of dragons, fairy's, unicorns and other animals, some fantastical, other's not.
Looking on another shelving unit Sarah found wind chimes in every shape and colour; there were Indian head carvings, on another shelf.
There were so many things Sarah could have stayed there all day just looking. But right now she had a job to acquire.
The air was thick with the smell of incense, as she made her way further into the store, stopping now, and again, to admire lamps, intricate tables and all other manner of things that caught her attention.
Reaching the counter, she rang the little brass bell.
'Hang on I'm commin' called a voice from behind a tie-died curtain hung over a door behind the counter.
A few seconds later a tall slim woman pushed the curtain aside and looked Sarah up and down, The woman's eyes, Sarah noted, were a light blue, they were unusual, and didn't seem to belong to her. This must be Nancy Sarah assumed. Her hair was dark, and not a little untidy. She had a pen tucked through it, where Sarah supposed her ear was. She was not old, Sarah judged her to be about thirty.
'So you're looking for a job then.' Nancy startled Sarah out of her musings.
'What-How did you guess?' Sarah said taken aback.
The woman shrugged. 'Actually Jenny called me, and told me she had sent you over.'
Pulling the pen from behind the hidden ear she began to write on a piece of paper.
'Your name?'
'Sarah Williams'
'Address?'
'Well actually, I haven't got a address just yet, I only got into town today.'
'I might be able to help you with that.' Nancy said, tapping her pen on the pad, 'Lets get this sorted first then I'll give my friend Lindsey a ring, She works in the real estate office down the street,' leaning forward slightly, Nancy tucked the pen back behind her ear.
'Right, lets get started?'
What followed was, what Sarah considered a very strange job interview; Nancy hardly asked her any questions relevant to the job.
They had ended up sitting, and chatting over coffee, as if they had known each other forever. Later Nancy had phoned her friend Lindsey, and had arranged for Sarah to be shown an apartment down the block, the very same day.
One look at the building, that housed her apartment, made up Sarah's mind instantly. A small shop lay directly beneath it. The hardware store was tiny, as Sarah found so was her apartment, but she loved it, and with her father, and karen's help she had turned it into a home.
Getting up from the sofa, Sarah walked back into the kitchen, to put away the pots she had removed for cleaning,
She had been restless all day. Cleaning out the cupboards hadn't helped.
Yet she was sure she knew what was wrong, Nancy had forced her to take the week off, saying Sarah had looked tired, and not at all well,
Sarah had snapped back that she was fine, and that she could look after herself. As soon as the words had left her mouth, she was apologising, her moods had been so erratic lately. Understandable really, she had spent the past seven months on a knife's edge.
Longing to call him, and knowing how wrong it would be.
Her determined promise to herself had been turned on its side the minute she got in the car, outside her parents house. Not thinking about, him, was like asking herself to breathing.
Especially now!
Finishing with the pans, she stretched to remove the kinks from her back.
'Oh Jesus,' Sarah cry of panic, echoed around the almost empty apartment. She doubled up, as her body gave way to a ripping pain that filled every pore, till she felt like bursting.
Sarah slid to the ground, her head spinning. Her last thought before losing consciousness was.
'Oh god not yet!'
AN: Ohhh' let me know what you think, ok.
Disclaimer: Jareth unfortunately belongs to me, he came to take the kids away, but when he got here, he was so enraptured by my sparkling beauty, He lowered himself to my feet and said. 'You are the fairest maid in all the land. Let me be your slave, you will never have to wash another plate in your life.'
***'What was I dreaming again?' ***
(No sound but my heartbreaking grief can be heard. As I realise I have to do the washing up.)
Mine
Restlessness
Jareth paced his chamber, he was restless. He had been restless all day.
Restless and jumpy.
The past seven months, had been terrible, his moods, unpredictable at the best of times, were now volatile. His moods had become extreme, to say the least.
Bitingly furious one moment, glacially indifferent the next.
The servants, and goblins, had learned to tip toe their way around him, these past months.
Jareth cursed the individual that had reduced him to this uncontrolled state of being; She was a liar, a whore, and a damned good actress. The way she had responded to him, had affected him deeply, even now, the thought of how glorious, she had looked that night, haunted him. Her words of love, tormented him, they had made him repeat the night in his mind countless times, looking for a sign that she had been acting. But he could find none, her response to him had been perfect.
Perfectly feigned.
A sigh from the bed reminded him of Tarens sleeping presence, he should have sent her away when he had realised, that his restlessness wasn't due to his self imposed celibacy of the past months.
The absence of bed sport hadn't been for lack of wanting, the trouble lay in the fact, that there was only one woman he wanted.
It wasn't as if he hadn't looked for a replacement. It was just that he hadn't found anyone who attracted him. He thought of the women he had considered, then rejected, a reason for each one.
That ones eyes were not the right shade of green,
that ones hair wasn't brown enough,
another ones hair wasn't soft enough,
too slim,
too fat,
too tall,
too short.
The list was endless; he had given up in the end. The only reason Taren was here was because of this cursed restlessness.
Searching his mind again for what the cause could be, he again, had no answer. There was nothing he had forgotten; nothing more than the usual, occupied his thoughts.
Cursing vehemently he shifted into his owl form, and flew out of the open window.
Maybe a little air would help.
Sarah hummed as she sprayed bleach into the cupboard, and swiped the cloth around. Finished she pulled herself to her feet. Holding onto the side for support.
'There' she said to herself. 'The last one.' Rinsing the cloth out, she decided she would have a cup of tea, before replacing the pots, and pans she had removed to clean the cupboard.
As she waited for the kettle to boil, she walked round her little apartment.
It was furnished very simply, small nic naks she had managed to pick up in Europe, graced most of the surfaces, Karen and her dad, had helped with the larger things, a bed, cooker, fridge freezer, and her lounge furnishings.
They weren't exactly height of fashion, or state of art, but she liked them.
Her apartment wasn't the home she'd dreamed of, when she was little, but she loved it. She had done, from the moment she had seen it. The rent wasn't too high and it wasn't far from work.
No, she didn't have everything she'd ever wanted, but she was content enough.
Sarah even liked her job, she worked at an arts and crafts gift shop, she had been thrilled to get the job.
The shop sold all manner of things, from hand carved animals, to plastic fairies, How ironic she had thought, when she had got he job, here I am selling works of fantasy. After my experiences. It was laughable.
And she could laugh now. For a while after she had left, she hadn't been able to laugh at all. Boarding the plane that was to take her to London England, she had thought never to laugh again.
And after two months of travelling around Europe, she had come home. The trip had been wasted on her. She had hardly seen anything, staying mostly in her hotel rooms, going out very infrequently, only too buy postcards for Toby, and pick up her little ornaments and such.
The trip would have been better spent on some one who would have appreciated it.
Coming home had been for the best.
Sarah hadn't been able to bring herself to go to her fathers house but instead had set up home in the small town of, Hope springs, Montana. She had been looking at her map, at the airport, trying to decide where she should end up, when the name had leaped out at her. It was extremely apt she thought.
'Hope springs, eternal.' So the saying went it was just the place for a new beginning.
A small town with a picturesque backdrop, she liked the way everyone had seemed to know everyone else's business.
Sarah sat on the sofa with her cup of tea, and relaxed, she sat remembering her first day in Hope springs,
As soon as she had arrived, her first stop was a grocery store, to look for a local paper. Booking into a motel could wait a few hours while she had a proper look at the little town. Finding a little grocery store on the main street, she had been delayed by the store clerk for half an hour, being told all the town gossip, then answering seemingly endless questions about herself.
After she told Jenny, (the store clerks name, had been offered in the very first sentence Jenny had uttered.) that she had decided to stay in Hope springs.
Jenny had directed her to the arts and crafts store, 'Wishful Thinking,' telling her that the owner Nancy had a vacancy. She also told Sarah a few tidbits about Nancy that Sarah was sure, should have been private. That Nancy had opened her store four years ago, after her divorce, And that Nancy had strange looking men on motor bikes calling at her house at the oddest times. Sarah didn't really want to hear any more, she thanked Jenny, and left the store, pausing briefly, before making her way down the street. Wishful Thinking, the store's name made her pause, was it an omen.
Telling herself she was being silly, Sarah found the store, inside was an Aladdin's cave of treasures, pine wooden shelves stood at odd angles, crammed with everything imaginable, Tarot cards, wooden sculptures of dragons, fairy's, unicorns and other animals, some fantastical, other's not.
Looking on another shelving unit Sarah found wind chimes in every shape and colour; there were Indian head carvings, on another shelf.
There were so many things Sarah could have stayed there all day just looking. But right now she had a job to acquire.
The air was thick with the smell of incense, as she made her way further into the store, stopping now, and again, to admire lamps, intricate tables and all other manner of things that caught her attention.
Reaching the counter, she rang the little brass bell.
'Hang on I'm commin' called a voice from behind a tie-died curtain hung over a door behind the counter.
A few seconds later a tall slim woman pushed the curtain aside and looked Sarah up and down, The woman's eyes, Sarah noted, were a light blue, they were unusual, and didn't seem to belong to her. This must be Nancy Sarah assumed. Her hair was dark, and not a little untidy. She had a pen tucked through it, where Sarah supposed her ear was. She was not old, Sarah judged her to be about thirty.
'So you're looking for a job then.' Nancy startled Sarah out of her musings.
'What-How did you guess?' Sarah said taken aback.
The woman shrugged. 'Actually Jenny called me, and told me she had sent you over.'
Pulling the pen from behind the hidden ear she began to write on a piece of paper.
'Your name?'
'Sarah Williams'
'Address?'
'Well actually, I haven't got a address just yet, I only got into town today.'
'I might be able to help you with that.' Nancy said, tapping her pen on the pad, 'Lets get this sorted first then I'll give my friend Lindsey a ring, She works in the real estate office down the street,' leaning forward slightly, Nancy tucked the pen back behind her ear.
'Right, lets get started?'
What followed was, what Sarah considered a very strange job interview; Nancy hardly asked her any questions relevant to the job.
They had ended up sitting, and chatting over coffee, as if they had known each other forever. Later Nancy had phoned her friend Lindsey, and had arranged for Sarah to be shown an apartment down the block, the very same day.
One look at the building, that housed her apartment, made up Sarah's mind instantly. A small shop lay directly beneath it. The hardware store was tiny, as Sarah found so was her apartment, but she loved it, and with her father, and karen's help she had turned it into a home.
Getting up from the sofa, Sarah walked back into the kitchen, to put away the pots she had removed for cleaning,
She had been restless all day. Cleaning out the cupboards hadn't helped.
Yet she was sure she knew what was wrong, Nancy had forced her to take the week off, saying Sarah had looked tired, and not at all well,
Sarah had snapped back that she was fine, and that she could look after herself. As soon as the words had left her mouth, she was apologising, her moods had been so erratic lately. Understandable really, she had spent the past seven months on a knife's edge.
Longing to call him, and knowing how wrong it would be.
Her determined promise to herself had been turned on its side the minute she got in the car, outside her parents house. Not thinking about, him, was like asking herself to breathing.
Especially now!
Finishing with the pans, she stretched to remove the kinks from her back.
'Oh Jesus,' Sarah cry of panic, echoed around the almost empty apartment. She doubled up, as her body gave way to a ripping pain that filled every pore, till she felt like bursting.
Sarah slid to the ground, her head spinning. Her last thought before losing consciousness was.
'Oh god not yet!'
AN: Ohhh' let me know what you think, ok.
