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Disclaimer: My best friend Jamie (also obsessed with Labyrinth) and I were at her house last night and she came up with a great idea as we were watching the movie: To go find Jim Henson and steal Jareth from him! Mwahahaha! Too bad security caught us. :)
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Chapter 3
Small Steps
Several hours later, Sarah found herself drifting back into consciousness. She blinked several times before her surroundings came into focus. She remembered waking up before with Jareth next to her. She had been so preoccupied with staring at him though that she hadn't gotten a good grip on exactly where she was. She stared blankly around her. She was in a large open room with a vaulted ceiling, stone walls and marble floors. There was very little furniture in the room, save for a large desk in the far corner and the bed that she lay in. The bed had black curtains that could be drawn all around it and was dressed in black sheets. There were a few paintings on the walls, one of which Sarah immediately recognized as a certain Goblin King. She shuddered. There was no mistaking it, this was his room.
The room had to doors. One that faced opposite of her, and one that was to the side. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and took a few wobbly steps towards the side door. Her legs felt very weak and she felt a headache coming on, an aftershock of her fall. She gripped the bedpost tightly and took a few deep breaths before proceeding towards the door. She reached it and opened the door, only to find what looked like a crude, medieval type bathroom. She sighed and pulled the door closed behind her as she went back into the main room and headed toward the other door. *If I can make it out of here maybe I can find my way back to the Aboveground.* She reached unsteadily for the door knob when suddenly, it opened. She found herself face to face with the Goblin King.
"Now, Now Sarah. What are you doing out of bed? My Healer gave direct instructions for you to stay in bed for at least a week." Jareth spoke menacingly, as if he'd enjoy watching her stay in bed for a week. Sarah glanced at him weakly. It had taken all most all of her strength to make it to the doors and she could feel what she had left slowly ebbing away as she stood before the terrifying figure before her. Suddenly she felt her legs go out from under her and she started to crumple to the floor. Jareth had seen the weak look in her eyes and was prepared when she started to fall, gently catching her in his arms. She was not unconscious yet though; as she fought him all the time he carried her to the bed.
"Put me down…I can walk by myself…"
Jareth gave a short laugh, "Yes I believe you just proved that."
He walked quickly back to his bed and carefully placed her on the bed and covered her with the silk sheets.
"Why can't I walk? Why does my head hurt so much if all I did was fall?" She moaned softly, she was obviously in pain again. Jareth quickly slipped off a leather glove and placed his hand against her forehead. Once again, she felt the familiar warmth that soothed her headache.
"You have a concussion Sarah, that's why you keep losing consciousness. It should pass, but my Healer was right. You need bed rest. You've also been running a fever, most likely due to the cold temperatures back where you were when I found you. Now sleep."
Sarah was shocked at the tone of his voice. It almost sounded…caring. He sounded worried. She remembered that he had saved her life most likely and as he was putting his glove back on she whispered faintly.
"Thank you Jareth."
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Jareth nearly cried out with joy. This was a major step in her communications with him. At least she had remembered to thank him for helping her. And she had almost sounded…sincere. Maybe she was. He shrugged. Perhaps he may have Sarah as his own yet. He nearly gasped with surprise as he saw her eyes close, and at the same time, felt her hand grab his. He watched silently as she fell into slumber. She looked so frail, so scared. He stood up slowly and tried to disengage her hand from his, but she cried out in her sleep.
"Don't leave me! Please I don't want to be alone anymore!" He frowned at her outburst. She was having nightmares. He tried to control the small jump in his heart at the sound of her telling him not to leave her. Maybe he should go get Jonas to put a spell over her to get rid of the nightmares. But her hand gripped his tightly and she would not let go. He sighed and sat back down in his chair and prepared for a long night. He reached out slowly with his free hand and pushed a wisp of dark hair back from her face. Gods, she was so beautiful.
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Sarah awoke to the sound of deep, even breathing beside her. She glanced sleepily to the form that sat in a chair beside her. That's when she realized that she held his hand in a death grip. She carefully let loose of it and stared at the beautiful man whose head rested on the bed she slept in. She took in his hair, which was a little more wild than usual, and his unkempt clothes. He had stayed the night with her. This both startled and excited her at the same time. She still felt sort of weak, but her head hardly throbbed at all. She slowly started to get out of the bed, and then stopped as Jareth stirred beside her. She lay back in bed, she didn't want to disturb him. She lay there; her head turned towards his and admired his almost angelic beauty. Suddenly she saw him raise his head and she found herself staring into his mismatched eyes. Her breath caught in her throat at the warmth and concern she saw there.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked attentively.
"Yes. Very." She replied. "I'm actually feeling much better today, just a little weak."
He stared at her small frame and then asked, "When was the last time you ate?"
"How many days have I been here?"
"Today makes two."
"Than my answer is 3 days."
"Far too long. I shall have my servants prepare dinner immediately. I shall send in your own servant to help you dress and get ready and will expect you at dinner by 7." The he quickly got up and left the room.
Sarah sighed. His kingly arrogance made him very bossy. She sat in bed for a few more moments before getting up to see how well she could walk on her own. She was pleased when she found that she could manage. She was standing at the window looking over the labyrinth when she heard a timid knock at the door. 'Yes?"
"Milady Sarah, I was sent to help you dress for dinner."
*Dress? In what??* She wondered to herself. All she had were her jeans she'd been dressed in when she fell and this nightgown she had woken up in. She slowly turned around to face the servant. She was a smallish girl who looked human. She wore a clean dress and apron and she looked very nervous. In her hands she held dark green material.
"What's your name?" Sarah asked insistently.
"Ardynn, milady."
"Well, Ardynn, what is that in your hands?"
"You dress milady Sarah. From his majesty. He wished you to wear it tonight to dinner." Sarah sighed. She didn't have a choice, really. She walked over to the small girl and took the dress from her.
"It's quite lovely Ardynn."
The girl gave Sarah a bright smile. "Thank you milady, I helped to make it meself.
Now, come over here and we'll get you into the bath."
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Okies, I'm reminding you all again! R/R and I'll write faster! (Do I really have to resort to bribing??) Well anyways, REVIEW!
Disclaimer: My best friend Jamie (also obsessed with Labyrinth) and I were at her house last night and she came up with a great idea as we were watching the movie: To go find Jim Henson and steal Jareth from him! Mwahahaha! Too bad security caught us. :)
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Chapter 3
Small Steps
Several hours later, Sarah found herself drifting back into consciousness. She blinked several times before her surroundings came into focus. She remembered waking up before with Jareth next to her. She had been so preoccupied with staring at him though that she hadn't gotten a good grip on exactly where she was. She stared blankly around her. She was in a large open room with a vaulted ceiling, stone walls and marble floors. There was very little furniture in the room, save for a large desk in the far corner and the bed that she lay in. The bed had black curtains that could be drawn all around it and was dressed in black sheets. There were a few paintings on the walls, one of which Sarah immediately recognized as a certain Goblin King. She shuddered. There was no mistaking it, this was his room.
The room had to doors. One that faced opposite of her, and one that was to the side. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and took a few wobbly steps towards the side door. Her legs felt very weak and she felt a headache coming on, an aftershock of her fall. She gripped the bedpost tightly and took a few deep breaths before proceeding towards the door. She reached it and opened the door, only to find what looked like a crude, medieval type bathroom. She sighed and pulled the door closed behind her as she went back into the main room and headed toward the other door. *If I can make it out of here maybe I can find my way back to the Aboveground.* She reached unsteadily for the door knob when suddenly, it opened. She found herself face to face with the Goblin King.
"Now, Now Sarah. What are you doing out of bed? My Healer gave direct instructions for you to stay in bed for at least a week." Jareth spoke menacingly, as if he'd enjoy watching her stay in bed for a week. Sarah glanced at him weakly. It had taken all most all of her strength to make it to the doors and she could feel what she had left slowly ebbing away as she stood before the terrifying figure before her. Suddenly she felt her legs go out from under her and she started to crumple to the floor. Jareth had seen the weak look in her eyes and was prepared when she started to fall, gently catching her in his arms. She was not unconscious yet though; as she fought him all the time he carried her to the bed.
"Put me down…I can walk by myself…"
Jareth gave a short laugh, "Yes I believe you just proved that."
He walked quickly back to his bed and carefully placed her on the bed and covered her with the silk sheets.
"Why can't I walk? Why does my head hurt so much if all I did was fall?" She moaned softly, she was obviously in pain again. Jareth quickly slipped off a leather glove and placed his hand against her forehead. Once again, she felt the familiar warmth that soothed her headache.
"You have a concussion Sarah, that's why you keep losing consciousness. It should pass, but my Healer was right. You need bed rest. You've also been running a fever, most likely due to the cold temperatures back where you were when I found you. Now sleep."
Sarah was shocked at the tone of his voice. It almost sounded…caring. He sounded worried. She remembered that he had saved her life most likely and as he was putting his glove back on she whispered faintly.
"Thank you Jareth."
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Jareth nearly cried out with joy. This was a major step in her communications with him. At least she had remembered to thank him for helping her. And she had almost sounded…sincere. Maybe she was. He shrugged. Perhaps he may have Sarah as his own yet. He nearly gasped with surprise as he saw her eyes close, and at the same time, felt her hand grab his. He watched silently as she fell into slumber. She looked so frail, so scared. He stood up slowly and tried to disengage her hand from his, but she cried out in her sleep.
"Don't leave me! Please I don't want to be alone anymore!" He frowned at her outburst. She was having nightmares. He tried to control the small jump in his heart at the sound of her telling him not to leave her. Maybe he should go get Jonas to put a spell over her to get rid of the nightmares. But her hand gripped his tightly and she would not let go. He sighed and sat back down in his chair and prepared for a long night. He reached out slowly with his free hand and pushed a wisp of dark hair back from her face. Gods, she was so beautiful.
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Sarah awoke to the sound of deep, even breathing beside her. She glanced sleepily to the form that sat in a chair beside her. That's when she realized that she held his hand in a death grip. She carefully let loose of it and stared at the beautiful man whose head rested on the bed she slept in. She took in his hair, which was a little more wild than usual, and his unkempt clothes. He had stayed the night with her. This both startled and excited her at the same time. She still felt sort of weak, but her head hardly throbbed at all. She slowly started to get out of the bed, and then stopped as Jareth stirred beside her. She lay back in bed, she didn't want to disturb him. She lay there; her head turned towards his and admired his almost angelic beauty. Suddenly she saw him raise his head and she found herself staring into his mismatched eyes. Her breath caught in her throat at the warmth and concern she saw there.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked attentively.
"Yes. Very." She replied. "I'm actually feeling much better today, just a little weak."
He stared at her small frame and then asked, "When was the last time you ate?"
"How many days have I been here?"
"Today makes two."
"Than my answer is 3 days."
"Far too long. I shall have my servants prepare dinner immediately. I shall send in your own servant to help you dress and get ready and will expect you at dinner by 7." The he quickly got up and left the room.
Sarah sighed. His kingly arrogance made him very bossy. She sat in bed for a few more moments before getting up to see how well she could walk on her own. She was pleased when she found that she could manage. She was standing at the window looking over the labyrinth when she heard a timid knock at the door. 'Yes?"
"Milady Sarah, I was sent to help you dress for dinner."
*Dress? In what??* She wondered to herself. All she had were her jeans she'd been dressed in when she fell and this nightgown she had woken up in. She slowly turned around to face the servant. She was a smallish girl who looked human. She wore a clean dress and apron and she looked very nervous. In her hands she held dark green material.
"What's your name?" Sarah asked insistently.
"Ardynn, milady."
"Well, Ardynn, what is that in your hands?"
"You dress milady Sarah. From his majesty. He wished you to wear it tonight to dinner." Sarah sighed. She didn't have a choice, really. She walked over to the small girl and took the dress from her.
"It's quite lovely Ardynn."
The girl gave Sarah a bright smile. "Thank you milady, I helped to make it meself.
Now, come over here and we'll get you into the bath."
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Okies, I'm reminding you all again! R/R and I'll write faster! (Do I really have to resort to bribing??) Well anyways, REVIEW!