Who's Saving Who?
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Wow, thank you to all the reviewers. Sorry this is a little on the short side. Hope you enjoy it anyway.
Jareth had made up his mind. After much thought and even more pacing, he had decided to reorder time. Only he didn't know to what time period. He could go back in time before Sarah ran the labyrinth, after Sarah had run the labyrinth, or the period of time when she was actually running the labyrinth.
Ultimately, he didn't think it was fair to do it before she had run the labyrinth. That would be too easy. The only thing he was worried about was if he did go back in time, hopefully the Sarah he ran into would still accept him. His time traveling skills weren't refined yet, and there's also a theory that there's more than one past to any one future.
Sighing, he pulled a gloved hand through his hair. Tonight though, tonight he would sleep. Rising stiffly from the chair, Jareth turned to find a slightly bent over Sarah watching him. Her hand was clutching her wound. Shocked at first, Jareth moved to her side to help her. "What are you doing up?" he asked angrily.
Gulping, Sarah had to fight back the nausea that rose to her throat. For some reason she needed to talk to him. "Why were you just sitting there?" she asked in concern. Shrugging, Jareth replied nonchalantly, "I was just thinking." Looking at him in disbelief, Sarah continued, "I don't believe you. You're planning something; I know it. Jareth whatever you plan to do, no good can come of it."
Jareth was appalled at what Sarah had just said. Unless she was a mind reader, there was no possible way she could know about what he was planning. "Sarah, there's nothing to be worried about," he reassured her. "Here," he said putting his arm around her waist, "let me help you back to bed."
Giving him a weak smile, Sarah said, "Thanks. I didn't know how weak I was until I tried to walk here. It was definitely a lot of work." Hearing how distressed she was, Jareth immediately felt guilty. "It's OK, love, after all you got me to help you," he said, and then flashed her a sexy grin.
A little taken aback by his nickname for her, Sarah stopped walking and Jareth felt alarmed. "What's wrong?" he asked. Sarah turned to she could look at him and said, "Jareth, when that security guard had that gun on you in the courthouse that day, I could've just stood there and hoped that he didn't shoot you, or that he missed. But I didn't. Do you understand what I'm saying?" she asked, traitorous tears sliding down her cheeks.
Reaching out a hand, Jareth wiped away her tears gingerly. "Don't cry," he pleaded feeling a lump rising in his own throat. But, no, he would allow the tears to fall. He had to be strong in front of her. After all, tomorrow would be different. "I can't help it," Sarah said in between sobs.
Now her chest was heaving uncontrollably, and Jareth pulled her to him in a crushing embrace. "Don't cry, princess," he said stroking her hair to calm her down. Her arms were wrapped around his strong shoulders and her face was buried firmly in his chest. "I just couldn't let him shoot you," she whispered hoarsely.
Pushing her away from him gently, he looked her in her watery eyes. "Why couldn't you let him shoot me Sarah, tell me why," Jareth demanded tersely. Not really wanting to tell him, but seeing that he wasn't going to let her go unless she told him the truth, Sarah confessed, "Because I love you. Is that what you want me to say?"
Feeling his stomach sink, Jareth turned his head away, as he could no longer look at her. Those three little words he had been waiting to hear from her all his life, and now that she had said them, he wished that she didn't feel that way. Seeing that something distressed him, Sarah cupped his cheeks in her hands and turned his face back toward her. "Look at me. Why won't you tell me what's going on?" she asked desperately.
Almost giving in, almost wanting to tell her, but willing himself against it, Jareth changed the subject. "You should really be in bed now." And he escorted her further down the hall.
In her heart and mind, Sarah felt devastated. 'He hadn't even said I love you, too,' she thought sorrowfully. Giving rid of those treacherous thoughts; Sarah let him help her into bed.
Once again, thank you to all my faithful reviewers. Please keep on reviewing because it really does help get me writing.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the computer I typed this on.
Wow, thank you to all the reviewers. Sorry this is a little on the short side. Hope you enjoy it anyway.
Jareth had made up his mind. After much thought and even more pacing, he had decided to reorder time. Only he didn't know to what time period. He could go back in time before Sarah ran the labyrinth, after Sarah had run the labyrinth, or the period of time when she was actually running the labyrinth.
Ultimately, he didn't think it was fair to do it before she had run the labyrinth. That would be too easy. The only thing he was worried about was if he did go back in time, hopefully the Sarah he ran into would still accept him. His time traveling skills weren't refined yet, and there's also a theory that there's more than one past to any one future.
Sighing, he pulled a gloved hand through his hair. Tonight though, tonight he would sleep. Rising stiffly from the chair, Jareth turned to find a slightly bent over Sarah watching him. Her hand was clutching her wound. Shocked at first, Jareth moved to her side to help her. "What are you doing up?" he asked angrily.
Gulping, Sarah had to fight back the nausea that rose to her throat. For some reason she needed to talk to him. "Why were you just sitting there?" she asked in concern. Shrugging, Jareth replied nonchalantly, "I was just thinking." Looking at him in disbelief, Sarah continued, "I don't believe you. You're planning something; I know it. Jareth whatever you plan to do, no good can come of it."
Jareth was appalled at what Sarah had just said. Unless she was a mind reader, there was no possible way she could know about what he was planning. "Sarah, there's nothing to be worried about," he reassured her. "Here," he said putting his arm around her waist, "let me help you back to bed."
Giving him a weak smile, Sarah said, "Thanks. I didn't know how weak I was until I tried to walk here. It was definitely a lot of work." Hearing how distressed she was, Jareth immediately felt guilty. "It's OK, love, after all you got me to help you," he said, and then flashed her a sexy grin.
A little taken aback by his nickname for her, Sarah stopped walking and Jareth felt alarmed. "What's wrong?" he asked. Sarah turned to she could look at him and said, "Jareth, when that security guard had that gun on you in the courthouse that day, I could've just stood there and hoped that he didn't shoot you, or that he missed. But I didn't. Do you understand what I'm saying?" she asked, traitorous tears sliding down her cheeks.
Reaching out a hand, Jareth wiped away her tears gingerly. "Don't cry," he pleaded feeling a lump rising in his own throat. But, no, he would allow the tears to fall. He had to be strong in front of her. After all, tomorrow would be different. "I can't help it," Sarah said in between sobs.
Now her chest was heaving uncontrollably, and Jareth pulled her to him in a crushing embrace. "Don't cry, princess," he said stroking her hair to calm her down. Her arms were wrapped around his strong shoulders and her face was buried firmly in his chest. "I just couldn't let him shoot you," she whispered hoarsely.
Pushing her away from him gently, he looked her in her watery eyes. "Why couldn't you let him shoot me Sarah, tell me why," Jareth demanded tersely. Not really wanting to tell him, but seeing that he wasn't going to let her go unless she told him the truth, Sarah confessed, "Because I love you. Is that what you want me to say?"
Feeling his stomach sink, Jareth turned his head away, as he could no longer look at her. Those three little words he had been waiting to hear from her all his life, and now that she had said them, he wished that she didn't feel that way. Seeing that something distressed him, Sarah cupped his cheeks in her hands and turned his face back toward her. "Look at me. Why won't you tell me what's going on?" she asked desperately.
Almost giving in, almost wanting to tell her, but willing himself against it, Jareth changed the subject. "You should really be in bed now." And he escorted her further down the hall.
In her heart and mind, Sarah felt devastated. 'He hadn't even said I love you, too,' she thought sorrowfully. Giving rid of those treacherous thoughts; Sarah let him help her into bed.
Once again, thank you to all my faithful reviewers. Please keep on reviewing because it really does help get me writing.