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.
Big thank yous go out to the following outstanding people (*drum roll please*) Chapter 1: Jenny Amber Evans Potter DarkAngel-Hotaru terrie Gwenevire BatBLady Anyastazya Chapter 2: Gwenevire Deanne DarkAngel-Hotaru terrie Midnight Lady Jenny Zabella Chapter 3: goodness Julienne Amber Evans Potter Anyastazya Amii Shadow Nightshade Gwenevire Zabella BatBLady DarkAngel-Hotaru terrie
As the scenery changed, Sarah felt a bit light headed from the disorientation at first, then she got a grip on her senses and was able to swallow back the oncoming nausea she felt. Walking to his throne, Jareth sat down with a swish of his cape and stared at a seething Sarah.
"Why and the hell did you bring me here!?" she exclaimed. Jareth put a finger to his chin in mock thought and replied in a show of innocence, "Oh, isn't this what you wanted. Besides I'm sure being in the castle is a lot nicer than braving the wilderness of the labyrinth."
Sarah frowned, and even though she hated to admit it, he did have a point. She really would rather stay in the castle than stay in the labyrinth. After all, the only danger she had to face here was Jareth himself. Shrugging, Sarah nonchalantly spoke, "What can I say, you're right."
Jareth put a hand to his mouth in mock surprise and said, "What's this, Sarah is actually admitting that someone other than herself is right. The world must be coming to an end." "Al right," Sarah said in frustration, "enough with the mocking here. I'm trying to be polite and you're not helping." Chuckling in amusement, Jareth readjusted the gloves formed to his hands.
"Because you wished yourself away to me, I'm now your king and you must obey me. Which I know will be hard for you. So, I prepared a wing of the castle for you that's off limits from everyone, and there you will stay," Jareth stated without fanfare. Thinking it over, and not seeing any traps in his proposal, Sarah smiled slightly and replied, "That's fine with me."
Jareth hid his look of genuine shock with a mask of indifference. He couldn't believe she had just agreed to stay in his castle with him without even a hint of an argument. Standing regally, he walked down the steps to the floor in front of Sarah, who had taken a step back involuntarily. Jareth smiled wickedly, and Sarah knew immediately that he was up to something. "Why Sarah it seems that you still fear me. That would be wise on your part," and he gave her a cold glance as well as a delicious smile, to things that contradicted beautifully. He did this while walking past her.
Biting her lip she tried hard not to laugh at how he tried to be menacing. Maybe she had feared him when she was fifteen, but now she could see through his flimsy façade of intimidation.
An uncomfortable silence enveloped them while they walked side by side down the hallway; the only sound was their breathing and the clicking of their combined footsteps on the floor. "So," Sarah asked suddenly, "how's life?" When he didn't answer her immediately, Sarah began to wonder if she had said something wrong. That's when she noticed he had stopped walking, and she looked behind herself and noticed he stood there watching her intently.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked sternly, placing both of his fists on his tight clad hips. Smirking Sarah replied, "Oh come on Goblin King," she said mockingly, "you know very well what I mean." A genuine smile and a hearty laugh erupted from Jareth as he watched her mock him. He had to admit she had gotten his attitude down perfectly. But, just to show her that he wouldn't let her get one up on him, he crossed his arms in front of him and stuck his lower lip out in a pout while saying in a whining voice, "It's not fair."
Now it was Sarah's turn to laugh. "You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is?" she said in his accented voice. They both broke out in a fit of giggles and Jareth rejoined Sarah at her side and offered her his arm like a gentleman should. "Well, to put in frankly, Sarah dear, life has been a living hell since you were last here. Being the Goblin King isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sure you get magic and a castle, but it's glamour magic and a drafty castle. Plus your subjects are a bunch of bumbling, drooling goblins who don't have a half a brain between them." Sarah giggled at that one.
Suddenly serious, Sarah looked over at Jareth and asked, "So, why don't you just quit?" "Quit?" he questioned. "Did I stutter? All you have to do is go to whoever made you Goblin King in the first place and tell them you're giving them your two weeks notice, and hightail it out of here. That's what I would do anyway," Sarah said honestly. Sighing, Jareth spoke softly, "I wish things were that easy. But once a Goblin King always a Goblin King. The only way is to get out of it is to produce an heir, and unless you offer to do it yourself I don't exactly have women lined up to help me out in that department."
Stifling a giggle, Sarah then said, "Well, are we almost there yet?" Shaking his head yes, Jareth pointed her down a hallway that branched off to the right. "Your rooms are down there," he said raising an eyebrow. "Thank you," Sarah replied sincerely, flashing a small smile, and then heading down the hall to explore. Jareth watched her intently as she walked down the hallway and Sarah could feel his eyes upon her back.
I know that chapter was a little on the short side, but it's all I had time to write. Please review, I can't believe I have so many already. Usually when I write a story I don't get up to 26 reviews until the tenth chapter. But, the more the merrier. I don't mind flames as long as they're constructive. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I'm on to the next one. Ciao.
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.
Big thank yous go out to the following outstanding people (*drum roll please*) Chapter 1: Jenny Amber Evans Potter DarkAngel-Hotaru terrie Gwenevire BatBLady Anyastazya Chapter 2: Gwenevire Deanne DarkAngel-Hotaru terrie Midnight Lady Jenny Zabella Chapter 3: goodness Julienne Amber Evans Potter Anyastazya Amii Shadow Nightshade Gwenevire Zabella BatBLady DarkAngel-Hotaru terrie
As the scenery changed, Sarah felt a bit light headed from the disorientation at first, then she got a grip on her senses and was able to swallow back the oncoming nausea she felt. Walking to his throne, Jareth sat down with a swish of his cape and stared at a seething Sarah.
"Why and the hell did you bring me here!?" she exclaimed. Jareth put a finger to his chin in mock thought and replied in a show of innocence, "Oh, isn't this what you wanted. Besides I'm sure being in the castle is a lot nicer than braving the wilderness of the labyrinth."
Sarah frowned, and even though she hated to admit it, he did have a point. She really would rather stay in the castle than stay in the labyrinth. After all, the only danger she had to face here was Jareth himself. Shrugging, Sarah nonchalantly spoke, "What can I say, you're right."
Jareth put a hand to his mouth in mock surprise and said, "What's this, Sarah is actually admitting that someone other than herself is right. The world must be coming to an end." "Al right," Sarah said in frustration, "enough with the mocking here. I'm trying to be polite and you're not helping." Chuckling in amusement, Jareth readjusted the gloves formed to his hands.
"Because you wished yourself away to me, I'm now your king and you must obey me. Which I know will be hard for you. So, I prepared a wing of the castle for you that's off limits from everyone, and there you will stay," Jareth stated without fanfare. Thinking it over, and not seeing any traps in his proposal, Sarah smiled slightly and replied, "That's fine with me."
Jareth hid his look of genuine shock with a mask of indifference. He couldn't believe she had just agreed to stay in his castle with him without even a hint of an argument. Standing regally, he walked down the steps to the floor in front of Sarah, who had taken a step back involuntarily. Jareth smiled wickedly, and Sarah knew immediately that he was up to something. "Why Sarah it seems that you still fear me. That would be wise on your part," and he gave her a cold glance as well as a delicious smile, to things that contradicted beautifully. He did this while walking past her.
Biting her lip she tried hard not to laugh at how he tried to be menacing. Maybe she had feared him when she was fifteen, but now she could see through his flimsy façade of intimidation.
An uncomfortable silence enveloped them while they walked side by side down the hallway; the only sound was their breathing and the clicking of their combined footsteps on the floor. "So," Sarah asked suddenly, "how's life?" When he didn't answer her immediately, Sarah began to wonder if she had said something wrong. That's when she noticed he had stopped walking, and she looked behind herself and noticed he stood there watching her intently.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked sternly, placing both of his fists on his tight clad hips. Smirking Sarah replied, "Oh come on Goblin King," she said mockingly, "you know very well what I mean." A genuine smile and a hearty laugh erupted from Jareth as he watched her mock him. He had to admit she had gotten his attitude down perfectly. But, just to show her that he wouldn't let her get one up on him, he crossed his arms in front of him and stuck his lower lip out in a pout while saying in a whining voice, "It's not fair."
Now it was Sarah's turn to laugh. "You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is?" she said in his accented voice. They both broke out in a fit of giggles and Jareth rejoined Sarah at her side and offered her his arm like a gentleman should. "Well, to put in frankly, Sarah dear, life has been a living hell since you were last here. Being the Goblin King isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sure you get magic and a castle, but it's glamour magic and a drafty castle. Plus your subjects are a bunch of bumbling, drooling goblins who don't have a half a brain between them." Sarah giggled at that one.
Suddenly serious, Sarah looked over at Jareth and asked, "So, why don't you just quit?" "Quit?" he questioned. "Did I stutter? All you have to do is go to whoever made you Goblin King in the first place and tell them you're giving them your two weeks notice, and hightail it out of here. That's what I would do anyway," Sarah said honestly. Sighing, Jareth spoke softly, "I wish things were that easy. But once a Goblin King always a Goblin King. The only way is to get out of it is to produce an heir, and unless you offer to do it yourself I don't exactly have women lined up to help me out in that department."
Stifling a giggle, Sarah then said, "Well, are we almost there yet?" Shaking his head yes, Jareth pointed her down a hallway that branched off to the right. "Your rooms are down there," he said raising an eyebrow. "Thank you," Sarah replied sincerely, flashing a small smile, and then heading down the hall to explore. Jareth watched her intently as she walked down the hallway and Sarah could feel his eyes upon her back.
I know that chapter was a little on the short side, but it's all I had time to write. Please review, I can't believe I have so many already. Usually when I write a story I don't get up to 26 reviews until the tenth chapter. But, the more the merrier. I don't mind flames as long as they're constructive. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I'm on to the next one. Ciao.