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.
A special note to BatBLady: it was a good thought and I like that you're thinking. I like to make people think. You're close, but you missed it a little. There wasn't a deal between Jareth and Leach, but Leach is up to something. But, I don't wanna give too much away. Thanks for taking an interest in the plot though (*grins*).
The candlelight was reflected in his eyes as he watched the dancing flames licking and intermingling with each other. He felt relaxed at least physically, but his mind was in turmoil as he lied down upon his overtly large bed in the center of his grand room. Jareth pulled the silken black bed sheets up to his chin while the fireplace across from him was almost therapeutic.
His thoughts were on Sarah and what to do with her. Having met her boss he concluded that she would rather stay here with him than return to her place of work, well, at least permanently. He knew she was trying to help, but he feared that there was something more than met the eye about the agency she worked for.
These thoughts plagued him and he struggled with sleep, but it never came. Sighing, he threw the covers off of his lithe form in annoyance, and rose to roam the castle halls as he was known for doing when he couldn't sleep. Rounding a corner he unexpectedly bumped into a disheveled looking Sarah. She was dressed in a silken black robe that complimented her pale skin and light eyes. She took his breath away, literally. "What are you doing up?" he managed to ask when his voice returned.
Sarah shrugged and looked innocent. "I was just walking around. I couldn't sleep. I guess you couldn't either huh?" she concluded, crossing her arms. "Nope," Jareth replied, pulling a hand through his spiky blonde locks. For some reason Sarah couldn't pull her eyes away from him, and she was sure it had nothing to do with the fact that he was only clothed in a pair of black form fitting pants. His chest was bare and the milky whiteness of his well-defined chest beckoned to be touched. Sarah resisted the urge to reach out a hand and test the solitude of his body.
Tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, Sarah asked, "Want to talk about it?" He must have thought it over because it took him a moment to answer back, "I have a suspicion about your boss. There seems to be something he's not telling you about your duty here. Are you sure you've told me everything?" Jareth asked. Sarah put a finger to her chin in thought and replied, "Yes, I've told you everything he told me. I think you're just reading too much into it."
Nodding, Jareth gave in. "You must be right. Well, now that's put to rest, I'm going to try to get some rest. I suggest you do the same. Good night Sarah," Jareth said turning to go back to his room. "Night," Sarah said lightly. Staring after him for a moment, Sarah turned on her heel to go the opposite direction.
Reaching her room she pulled open the mahogany door to her spacious room. The rooms that Jareth had given her to stay in included a library, which could be considered a study of sorts also, a bathing room, a bedroom, and a room that was an indoor garden. The garden room was definitely her favorite room. It had a bridge that went over a small manmade pond surrounded by fragrant blooms and a waterfall that cascaded into it by a small stream.
Stepping into the bedroom, she pulled the robe off of her shoulders to reveal a dark thin nightgown that fit her full form perfectly. Exhaling, she slipped into the comforting sheets of the large bed. She breathed in the fragrance of the room and noticed that it smelled like Jareth. A small smile lit her face as she thought about him. He was so beautiful in a masculine way. Sighing, she knew that her feelings for him couldn't get in the way of the investigation though.
Thinking about him was so comforting, she felt her body relax and her breathing slow until her eyelids closed and she fell asleep.
A light rapping on the door awoke Sarah and she stiffened once she heard the sound. Looking down she realized she was still in bed, but the window across from her indicated it to be around noon. Quickly she sprang from the bed and pulled on the discarded robe from the night before. "Just a moment," she called softly, tying the sash around her waist. Padding softly to the door, it surprised Sarah when it flew open and in stomped a furious looking Jareth. His eyes were blazing and she could tell something had set him off. From the look of things it was her, and she took a few quick step backward to avoid him.
His body was rigid with anger, and his jaw was clenched tightly. Pulling the robe around her tighter Sarah asked nervously, "Jareth, what's wrong." "You know very well what's wrong," he ground out through gritted teeth. Startled, Sarah replied, "Obviously I don't or I wouldn't have asked."
Taking great strides toward her until he was a few feet from her, he seethed, "You lied to me. Last night when you supposedly couldn't sleep you had been up in your study writing to Mr. Leach. I found these," he held up her stationery in his gloved hand, "You've been spying on me," he stated simply, his eyes searching hers. Stuttering slightly, Sarah said, "I wasn't spying on you, Jareth, it's my report. It's what I'm supposed to do. Please don't be angry with me," she pleaded earnestly. Jareth sneered and a snide remark flew from his lips, "If you're so eager to please, why don't you return to earth to your precious Mr. Leach," and he turned and stalked hotly out of the room. His words stung Sarah and she sank to the floor in a heap of sorrow.
Thanks for the reviews everyone! You guys are so awesome. I think I have the best reviewers on fanfiction.net. I'm so lucky (*winks*). I know this chapter is sorta short, but I have an essay due in history, and it's a butt to write.
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.
A special note to BatBLady: it was a good thought and I like that you're thinking. I like to make people think. You're close, but you missed it a little. There wasn't a deal between Jareth and Leach, but Leach is up to something. But, I don't wanna give too much away. Thanks for taking an interest in the plot though (*grins*).
The candlelight was reflected in his eyes as he watched the dancing flames licking and intermingling with each other. He felt relaxed at least physically, but his mind was in turmoil as he lied down upon his overtly large bed in the center of his grand room. Jareth pulled the silken black bed sheets up to his chin while the fireplace across from him was almost therapeutic.
His thoughts were on Sarah and what to do with her. Having met her boss he concluded that she would rather stay here with him than return to her place of work, well, at least permanently. He knew she was trying to help, but he feared that there was something more than met the eye about the agency she worked for.
These thoughts plagued him and he struggled with sleep, but it never came. Sighing, he threw the covers off of his lithe form in annoyance, and rose to roam the castle halls as he was known for doing when he couldn't sleep. Rounding a corner he unexpectedly bumped into a disheveled looking Sarah. She was dressed in a silken black robe that complimented her pale skin and light eyes. She took his breath away, literally. "What are you doing up?" he managed to ask when his voice returned.
Sarah shrugged and looked innocent. "I was just walking around. I couldn't sleep. I guess you couldn't either huh?" she concluded, crossing her arms. "Nope," Jareth replied, pulling a hand through his spiky blonde locks. For some reason Sarah couldn't pull her eyes away from him, and she was sure it had nothing to do with the fact that he was only clothed in a pair of black form fitting pants. His chest was bare and the milky whiteness of his well-defined chest beckoned to be touched. Sarah resisted the urge to reach out a hand and test the solitude of his body.
Tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, Sarah asked, "Want to talk about it?" He must have thought it over because it took him a moment to answer back, "I have a suspicion about your boss. There seems to be something he's not telling you about your duty here. Are you sure you've told me everything?" Jareth asked. Sarah put a finger to her chin in thought and replied, "Yes, I've told you everything he told me. I think you're just reading too much into it."
Nodding, Jareth gave in. "You must be right. Well, now that's put to rest, I'm going to try to get some rest. I suggest you do the same. Good night Sarah," Jareth said turning to go back to his room. "Night," Sarah said lightly. Staring after him for a moment, Sarah turned on her heel to go the opposite direction.
Reaching her room she pulled open the mahogany door to her spacious room. The rooms that Jareth had given her to stay in included a library, which could be considered a study of sorts also, a bathing room, a bedroom, and a room that was an indoor garden. The garden room was definitely her favorite room. It had a bridge that went over a small manmade pond surrounded by fragrant blooms and a waterfall that cascaded into it by a small stream.
Stepping into the bedroom, she pulled the robe off of her shoulders to reveal a dark thin nightgown that fit her full form perfectly. Exhaling, she slipped into the comforting sheets of the large bed. She breathed in the fragrance of the room and noticed that it smelled like Jareth. A small smile lit her face as she thought about him. He was so beautiful in a masculine way. Sighing, she knew that her feelings for him couldn't get in the way of the investigation though.
Thinking about him was so comforting, she felt her body relax and her breathing slow until her eyelids closed and she fell asleep.
A light rapping on the door awoke Sarah and she stiffened once she heard the sound. Looking down she realized she was still in bed, but the window across from her indicated it to be around noon. Quickly she sprang from the bed and pulled on the discarded robe from the night before. "Just a moment," she called softly, tying the sash around her waist. Padding softly to the door, it surprised Sarah when it flew open and in stomped a furious looking Jareth. His eyes were blazing and she could tell something had set him off. From the look of things it was her, and she took a few quick step backward to avoid him.
His body was rigid with anger, and his jaw was clenched tightly. Pulling the robe around her tighter Sarah asked nervously, "Jareth, what's wrong." "You know very well what's wrong," he ground out through gritted teeth. Startled, Sarah replied, "Obviously I don't or I wouldn't have asked."
Taking great strides toward her until he was a few feet from her, he seethed, "You lied to me. Last night when you supposedly couldn't sleep you had been up in your study writing to Mr. Leach. I found these," he held up her stationery in his gloved hand, "You've been spying on me," he stated simply, his eyes searching hers. Stuttering slightly, Sarah said, "I wasn't spying on you, Jareth, it's my report. It's what I'm supposed to do. Please don't be angry with me," she pleaded earnestly. Jareth sneered and a snide remark flew from his lips, "If you're so eager to please, why don't you return to earth to your precious Mr. Leach," and he turned and stalked hotly out of the room. His words stung Sarah and she sank to the floor in a heap of sorrow.
Thanks for the reviews everyone! You guys are so awesome. I think I have the best reviewers on fanfiction.net. I'm so lucky (*winks*). I know this chapter is sorta short, but I have an essay due in history, and it's a butt to write.