Who's Saving Who?
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Day turned into night, and night turned into day, as Jareth stayed vigilantly by Sarah's side. Still, nothing changed in her condition since that fateful day at the courthouse. Jareth had considered calling the doctor back, but he figured there was nothing further he could do.
As much as he hated to admit it, Jareth would soon have to leave her side. He was a king after all, and he had duties to attend to. Sarah would just have to get better on her own. At least he kept telling himself that.
And then, one day when Jareth thought he could stand the monotony and waiting no longer, Sarah's eyelids started to twitch. Startled by the movement, he shifted closer to his bed and took her pale, limp hand in his.
Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open, and confusion and pain reflected deep within their depths. Her eyes roamed the room for a moment before coming to rest on Jareth's elated form. Sarah tried to sit up, but it was in vain as the pain just below her ribs made her break into a sweat, and that Jareth wouldn't let her rise knowing it would cause her more agony.
"Rest, rest," he crooned softly trying to put her at ease. Sarah smiled slightly and Jareth swore it was like watching the sunrise after 100 years of darkness. "What happened?" Sarah croaked her voice dry from the lack of use. Jareth grimaced at her question, and replied, "I'd rather not retell it if you don't mind. It was painful enough the first time."
Sarah leaned back into the pillows, enjoying the feel of being out of that dark place she had just returned from. Her eyelids drooped gradually until she was no longer able to keep them open, and her breathing started to even out. Seeing that she was asleep, Jareth stood and gave her one last regretful look, and then exited his room.
Walking down the hallway he didn't know where he was going, all he knew was that he needed to go somewhere to think. Instead of going to his own study, his feet brought him to Sarah's. Opening the door, he sat on one of the stiff wooden chairs and conjured a crystal simultaneously.
In it, he saw the image of Mr. Leach, only he wasn't in the CIA office as Jareth had expected him to be. He was in a tuxedo looking exceptionally pale and in some type of box upon a dais. People were seated around and some were crying and blowing their noses. Mr. Leach himself looked as if he were sleeping. Feeling a deep sense of regret in his gut, Jareth realized Leach was far more gone than being asleep.
Guilt overwhelmed him at the thought that he had taken a human life. Sighing he rubbed his tired and weary eyes with his hands that felt as heavy as lead. "I'll make this right," he whispered to no one but himself. He was the Goblin King after all, and he could reorder time.
Flashback: "Sarah beware, I have been generous up till now, but I can be cruel." Sarah looked incredulous at Jareth's statement. "Generous," she said, "what have you done that's generous?" "Everything!" he said shortly. "Everything you've wanted I have done. You asked the child be taken, I took him. You cowered before me; I was frightening. I have reordered time, I have turned the world upside down and I have done it all for you. I am exhausted from living up to your expectations, isn't that generous?" End Flashback.
Sorry this took me so long to get posted. Between negative reviews and a million chemistry projects I haven't been very motivated to write. (*Sighs*) I know that chapter was short but it was more like a prep-chapter for the next one. You'll see what I mean. Ciao.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the computer I typed this on.
Day turned into night, and night turned into day, as Jareth stayed vigilantly by Sarah's side. Still, nothing changed in her condition since that fateful day at the courthouse. Jareth had considered calling the doctor back, but he figured there was nothing further he could do.
As much as he hated to admit it, Jareth would soon have to leave her side. He was a king after all, and he had duties to attend to. Sarah would just have to get better on her own. At least he kept telling himself that.
And then, one day when Jareth thought he could stand the monotony and waiting no longer, Sarah's eyelids started to twitch. Startled by the movement, he shifted closer to his bed and took her pale, limp hand in his.
Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open, and confusion and pain reflected deep within their depths. Her eyes roamed the room for a moment before coming to rest on Jareth's elated form. Sarah tried to sit up, but it was in vain as the pain just below her ribs made her break into a sweat, and that Jareth wouldn't let her rise knowing it would cause her more agony.
"Rest, rest," he crooned softly trying to put her at ease. Sarah smiled slightly and Jareth swore it was like watching the sunrise after 100 years of darkness. "What happened?" Sarah croaked her voice dry from the lack of use. Jareth grimaced at her question, and replied, "I'd rather not retell it if you don't mind. It was painful enough the first time."
Sarah leaned back into the pillows, enjoying the feel of being out of that dark place she had just returned from. Her eyelids drooped gradually until she was no longer able to keep them open, and her breathing started to even out. Seeing that she was asleep, Jareth stood and gave her one last regretful look, and then exited his room.
Walking down the hallway he didn't know where he was going, all he knew was that he needed to go somewhere to think. Instead of going to his own study, his feet brought him to Sarah's. Opening the door, he sat on one of the stiff wooden chairs and conjured a crystal simultaneously.
In it, he saw the image of Mr. Leach, only he wasn't in the CIA office as Jareth had expected him to be. He was in a tuxedo looking exceptionally pale and in some type of box upon a dais. People were seated around and some were crying and blowing their noses. Mr. Leach himself looked as if he were sleeping. Feeling a deep sense of regret in his gut, Jareth realized Leach was far more gone than being asleep.
Guilt overwhelmed him at the thought that he had taken a human life. Sighing he rubbed his tired and weary eyes with his hands that felt as heavy as lead. "I'll make this right," he whispered to no one but himself. He was the Goblin King after all, and he could reorder time.
Flashback: "Sarah beware, I have been generous up till now, but I can be cruel." Sarah looked incredulous at Jareth's statement. "Generous," she said, "what have you done that's generous?" "Everything!" he said shortly. "Everything you've wanted I have done. You asked the child be taken, I took him. You cowered before me; I was frightening. I have reordered time, I have turned the world upside down and I have done it all for you. I am exhausted from living up to your expectations, isn't that generous?" End Flashback.
Sorry this took me so long to get posted. Between negative reviews and a million chemistry projects I haven't been very motivated to write. (*Sighs*) I know that chapter was short but it was more like a prep-chapter for the next one. You'll see what I mean. Ciao.