Who's Saving Who?
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or the characters portrayed in the story. If you don't believe me watch the movie.
Summary: Sarah is a temp agent at the CIA (yes I did say CIA) and gets pulled into a reconnaissance mission involving the labyrinth. And, if I tell you anymore it will ruin the story, so read and find out what happens.
"Ah, Miss Williams, I thought for sure you would be a no show today," said Mr. Leach a bit too cheerfully the next day. Sarah rolled her eyes skyward and replied sarcastically, "Well, then, I guess you don't know everything after all do you?" He glared for a moment, thought better of it, then shrugged and walked off. "Follow me," he called over his shoulder at the still seething brunette.
Sarah reluctantly followed a retreating Mr. Leach back into his wider, spacious office. Entering the room a number of men in black suits stood, and Mr. Leach motioned for them to be seated once she had her place amongst them. "These men will brief you on your mission, and your objective," he said hurriedly once Sarah had opened her mouth to speak. She couldn't get in a word in as he kept going, "And they will give you the proper attire and supplies." At this point Sarah had all she could stand.
"Enough!" she shouted, her face turning red from embarrassment and anger. "You have no idea who you are talking to, do you?" she asked impatiently, folding her arms across her chest. "I beat the Labyrinth, in other words, I solved it. Something that I'm sure no one here could ever do, and secondly, what in the world does the underground have to do with the CIA?" Mr. Leach, smiling a little, said, "It has everything to do with the CIA. And, you will do what we say because if you don't, not only will you be out of a job, but it would also mean the termination of the "underground" as you call it.
Sarah sat down stunned as her legs gave out from under her. "You mean, the whole point of this "mission" is whether or not it deserves to exist? That's sick." Mr. Leach, apparently indignant, suddenly looked fierce as he replied, "We can't compromise the human race's security over a meaningless world that has no apparent usefulness."
Sarah sighed, now she was determined to prove Mr. Leach and his "associates" sitting around the room wrong. She stood, a determined and resolved look on her face, and clenched her fists. "Fine," and she left the room, and the men in suits, now to be counted as five, lead her towards a small room that she had never been in due to the "private" sign on the door.
After telling her everything she knew about the underground already, they gave her a multitude of gadgets and gizmos to use there. Including a nifty pair of sunglasses with a camera inserted into the lens, which would record everything she saw or witnessed. The second thing was a utility belt resembling the one Batman would wear in the movies. She laughed as she pictured herself in that situation. She was just a temp, not a brave, daring, spy that accomplished great feats of heroism.
Her ensemble that she was wear consisted of black leather pants that fit snugly, and a black leather zip up top. Plus black gloves and cap that made her even more spy-like. With that done, the men in the expensive looking suits then escorted her to a large room with a table at the center. After she stepped further into the room, the men shut the door behind her. She jumped a little, but then she walked to the object resting complacently on the white table.
The rectangular red leather book was one that she was quite familiar to her. They must've thought I don't know the words in my own book, she thought wryly. Readjusting the black leather gloves adorning her hands, she donned the rose tinted sunglasses and spoke softly, "I wish I were in the labyrinth, part of the underground, right now."
Jolting her senses, the scenery changed abruptly from that of a plain room in the CIA building to the dusty red barren landscape surrounding the huge maze in front of her. A gasp quickly flew from her throat as she gazed at the awaiting terrain. How did I ever solve it? she asked herself. Shrugging, she made sure her black cap was on securely, then she continued stealthily down the steep hill to the gates of the looming structure.
Once she realized no one was around, she carefully unzipped the latch on her pack and pulled out a tape recorder. "Day 1, I'm in the underground for the second time. The terrain is still dusty and dry outside of the structure. The walls of the maze appear to be the same as far as I can tell." As she spoke her glasses took in all she saw. Eventually, she came to the gate she had entered from the first time, and placed the tape recorder back into the pack. She fingered the gate lightly, in awe of the magnitude and strength of the wrought iron that she had missed the first time.
That's when she heard a noise behind her, the mixture of tinkling bells and the blowing of wind and she knew who it was. Slowly she turned and was met by the infamous smirk of the Goblin King. "Jareth," she whispered breathlessly. Everything about him that she remembered from the first time remained the same. His eyes were still beautiful, yet cold and calculating. His hair was still wild and spiky, and golden silk all at the same time. His attire hadn't changed either; he was dressed all in black and sequence.
"See anything you like?" he purred as he noticed her staring at him. Luckily she didn't blush and she was able to gulp down the lump in her throat. "I was just noticing you haven't changed at all," Sarah stated lamely.
The corners of his thin lips turned upwards slightly as he replied, "And you my dear, have, and for the better," he commented while looking her up and down. Shivers went up and down her spine, but not unpleasantly. She had forgotten the black leather outfit she was wearing must've left little to the imagination.
Huffing in frustration, Sarah pulled the black sock cap further down on her scalp while curving her bottom lip upwards and jutted out her jawbone in a definite gesture of annoyance. "Look," she grounded out through her teeth; "believe it or not I'm here to help you. Now, you can let me go about my business, or deter me and let the CIA destroy it because they think it's expendable if it interferes with human life."
Chuckling lightly at her attitude, Jareth tsked in a show of disapproval, "My, my, Sarah, don't you know that of course I'm not just going to leave you alone as you so blatantly put it." He readjusted his gloves, which, Sarah noticed was a good diversion tactic. "What makes you think the CIA has the ability to end the existence of the underground?" Jareth asked smugly.
Slowly Sarah twisted a strand of shining brown hair around her finger in thought. "I don't know," she shrugged, "but, do you really want to find out if they do?" she asked. That stopped Jareth in his tracks. He couldn't help but think it was a good point. Although he had met this Mr. Leach and had gotten the impression that he was a bit of a flake, as mortals put it.
"Are you ready then?" Jareth asked vaguely. A look of confusion donned Sarah's features briefly, "What do you mean?" she asked. Then the dusty red landscape of the outer labyrinth shifted and swirled into that of a drafty stone castle throne room.
Wow! Thank you to each and every one of my reviewers, you guys really make my day. Seriously, I could write so much on how you guys are so great and I really appreciate the positive reviews. I know this may seem like it doesn't have much of a plot right now, but it will all make sense a little later on in the story. I can't give it all away right now, well, I could but that wouldn't be any fun. Review! Review! Review! Pweeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssseeeeeeee!
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or the characters portrayed in the story. If you don't believe me watch the movie.
Summary: Sarah is a temp agent at the CIA (yes I did say CIA) and gets pulled into a reconnaissance mission involving the labyrinth. And, if I tell you anymore it will ruin the story, so read and find out what happens.
"Ah, Miss Williams, I thought for sure you would be a no show today," said Mr. Leach a bit too cheerfully the next day. Sarah rolled her eyes skyward and replied sarcastically, "Well, then, I guess you don't know everything after all do you?" He glared for a moment, thought better of it, then shrugged and walked off. "Follow me," he called over his shoulder at the still seething brunette.
Sarah reluctantly followed a retreating Mr. Leach back into his wider, spacious office. Entering the room a number of men in black suits stood, and Mr. Leach motioned for them to be seated once she had her place amongst them. "These men will brief you on your mission, and your objective," he said hurriedly once Sarah had opened her mouth to speak. She couldn't get in a word in as he kept going, "And they will give you the proper attire and supplies." At this point Sarah had all she could stand.
"Enough!" she shouted, her face turning red from embarrassment and anger. "You have no idea who you are talking to, do you?" she asked impatiently, folding her arms across her chest. "I beat the Labyrinth, in other words, I solved it. Something that I'm sure no one here could ever do, and secondly, what in the world does the underground have to do with the CIA?" Mr. Leach, smiling a little, said, "It has everything to do with the CIA. And, you will do what we say because if you don't, not only will you be out of a job, but it would also mean the termination of the "underground" as you call it.
Sarah sat down stunned as her legs gave out from under her. "You mean, the whole point of this "mission" is whether or not it deserves to exist? That's sick." Mr. Leach, apparently indignant, suddenly looked fierce as he replied, "We can't compromise the human race's security over a meaningless world that has no apparent usefulness."
Sarah sighed, now she was determined to prove Mr. Leach and his "associates" sitting around the room wrong. She stood, a determined and resolved look on her face, and clenched her fists. "Fine," and she left the room, and the men in suits, now to be counted as five, lead her towards a small room that she had never been in due to the "private" sign on the door.
After telling her everything she knew about the underground already, they gave her a multitude of gadgets and gizmos to use there. Including a nifty pair of sunglasses with a camera inserted into the lens, which would record everything she saw or witnessed. The second thing was a utility belt resembling the one Batman would wear in the movies. She laughed as she pictured herself in that situation. She was just a temp, not a brave, daring, spy that accomplished great feats of heroism.
Her ensemble that she was wear consisted of black leather pants that fit snugly, and a black leather zip up top. Plus black gloves and cap that made her even more spy-like. With that done, the men in the expensive looking suits then escorted her to a large room with a table at the center. After she stepped further into the room, the men shut the door behind her. She jumped a little, but then she walked to the object resting complacently on the white table.
The rectangular red leather book was one that she was quite familiar to her. They must've thought I don't know the words in my own book, she thought wryly. Readjusting the black leather gloves adorning her hands, she donned the rose tinted sunglasses and spoke softly, "I wish I were in the labyrinth, part of the underground, right now."
Jolting her senses, the scenery changed abruptly from that of a plain room in the CIA building to the dusty red barren landscape surrounding the huge maze in front of her. A gasp quickly flew from her throat as she gazed at the awaiting terrain. How did I ever solve it? she asked herself. Shrugging, she made sure her black cap was on securely, then she continued stealthily down the steep hill to the gates of the looming structure.
Once she realized no one was around, she carefully unzipped the latch on her pack and pulled out a tape recorder. "Day 1, I'm in the underground for the second time. The terrain is still dusty and dry outside of the structure. The walls of the maze appear to be the same as far as I can tell." As she spoke her glasses took in all she saw. Eventually, she came to the gate she had entered from the first time, and placed the tape recorder back into the pack. She fingered the gate lightly, in awe of the magnitude and strength of the wrought iron that she had missed the first time.
That's when she heard a noise behind her, the mixture of tinkling bells and the blowing of wind and she knew who it was. Slowly she turned and was met by the infamous smirk of the Goblin King. "Jareth," she whispered breathlessly. Everything about him that she remembered from the first time remained the same. His eyes were still beautiful, yet cold and calculating. His hair was still wild and spiky, and golden silk all at the same time. His attire hadn't changed either; he was dressed all in black and sequence.
"See anything you like?" he purred as he noticed her staring at him. Luckily she didn't blush and she was able to gulp down the lump in her throat. "I was just noticing you haven't changed at all," Sarah stated lamely.
The corners of his thin lips turned upwards slightly as he replied, "And you my dear, have, and for the better," he commented while looking her up and down. Shivers went up and down her spine, but not unpleasantly. She had forgotten the black leather outfit she was wearing must've left little to the imagination.
Huffing in frustration, Sarah pulled the black sock cap further down on her scalp while curving her bottom lip upwards and jutted out her jawbone in a definite gesture of annoyance. "Look," she grounded out through her teeth; "believe it or not I'm here to help you. Now, you can let me go about my business, or deter me and let the CIA destroy it because they think it's expendable if it interferes with human life."
Chuckling lightly at her attitude, Jareth tsked in a show of disapproval, "My, my, Sarah, don't you know that of course I'm not just going to leave you alone as you so blatantly put it." He readjusted his gloves, which, Sarah noticed was a good diversion tactic. "What makes you think the CIA has the ability to end the existence of the underground?" Jareth asked smugly.
Slowly Sarah twisted a strand of shining brown hair around her finger in thought. "I don't know," she shrugged, "but, do you really want to find out if they do?" she asked. That stopped Jareth in his tracks. He couldn't help but think it was a good point. Although he had met this Mr. Leach and had gotten the impression that he was a bit of a flake, as mortals put it.
"Are you ready then?" Jareth asked vaguely. A look of confusion donned Sarah's features briefly, "What do you mean?" she asked. Then the dusty red landscape of the outer labyrinth shifted and swirled into that of a drafty stone castle throne room.
Wow! Thank you to each and every one of my reviewers, you guys really make my day. Seriously, I could write so much on how you guys are so great and I really appreciate the positive reviews. I know this may seem like it doesn't have much of a plot right now, but it will all make sense a little later on in the story. I can't give it all away right now, well, I could but that wouldn't be any fun. Review! Review! Review! Pweeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssseeeeeeee!