Who's Saving Who?
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the computer I typed this on.
Wow, thank you to all the reviewers. You guys are wonderful. I absolutely agree with you about doing all those things to Mr. Leach, however, you'll just have to wait and see what happens.
Finally able to leave Sarah as she had reluctantly fell asleep, Jareth let out a sigh of relief as he sat down on his own bed. He had taken Sarah to her own room a couple of days ago, and was glad for it. He had begun to tire of sleeping in chairs. They just weren't the same as a bed.
Pulling off his boots and shirt, he laid back on the bed, stretching his legs and yawning. Almost instantly he fell asleep from his exhaustion and stress as they had been slowly eating away at him. But, although his sleep was peaceful, his dreams weren't.
Shadows lurked and taunted him from the dark corners of his mind. Fears and doubts became unlocked and now free to roam around his head and worry him. Sometime before sunrise he awoke in a cold sweat, knowing he wouldn't be able to go back to bed.
Quietly, he slipped his clothes back on and walked as softly in his boots as he could to his study. Here he had gathered books that would aid him in his time manipulation spell. Conjuring a shining crystal that was balanced with grace upon his fingertips. He twirled it while chanting what to a normal personal would be incoherent, unless you knew Latin. (The writer at this point finds herself at a loss for she doesn't know Latin either.)
The crystal had started out as spinning slow, but as the chant started to come to an end, the crystal started to twirl faster and faster until a brilliant white light flashed from the depths of the sphere, blinding a startled Jareth. The air seemed to crackle with all the built up magic energy, and his ears popped slightly.
Upon opening his eyes he was surprised to find himself back in the courthouse. Apparently he hadn't said the spell right. He had wanted to go a little further back in time, but he couldn't reverse it now. In his hands was the neck of Sarah's boss once again. The guard had the gun on him.
Jareth immediately lessened the harsh grip he had on Leach's neck, but still had him where he couldn't escape. That's when from the corner of his eye, Jareth saw Sarah drop her briefcase and start to dive in front of him. "No!" Jareth cried out frantically, dropping Leach to the floor still alive. But, it was too late.
The sound of the bullet leaving the gun could be compared to the sound of Jareth's heart breaking as he watched Sarah get shot again. Grabbing the wound, Sarah started to fall to the floor. Taking action, Jareth rushed to her in order to catch her before she fell. He dropped to the ground with her in his arms, and he cradled her head lovingly. Knowing he could save her again, he transported himself and an unconscious Sarah back to the labyrinth.
As before, he summoned the good doctor Abernathy, and told him what had happened. Abernathy once again cleaned and dressed Sarah's wound, stating that she needed rest. Looking down at his attire, Jareth realized that he was still wearing a business suit. Feeling a bit disgusted; he changed back into his normal apparel of a white shirt and black breeches.
Abernathy was thanked profusely by Jareth, and sent back to his home. Not seeing much else to do but wait, Jareth sat down next to his bed and took Sarah's limp hand in his. Stroking her soft brown hair, he wanted her to wake up soon. Even though she was lying right in front of him, he still missed her terribly.
Just like last time, it took Sarah a while to awaken from her deep slumber. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and Jareth let out a sigh of relief at seeing her conscious again. But what he saw in her eyes as she awakened was something Jareth hadn't expected. She looked alarmed and scared. "What is it, Sarah?" he asked softly, not wanting to scare her further. Gulping, she asked, "Where am I?"
Jareth's brow creased in apprehension. "You're in my castle." A look of pure confusion came over Sarah's face. "Castle?" Cautiously Jareth asked, "Sarah, what do you remember?" Shaking her head, she confirmed Jareth's fears by replying, "Nothing. Is that my name? Sarah?" she asked seriously.
Smacking a hand to his forehead, Jareth cursed. Somehow the traumatic experience she had just undergone had triggered memory loss. Now he was back at square one.
See, Jareth is not as smart as he thinks he is. And I pray to whatever God there is that he didn't see me write that.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the computer I typed this on.
Wow, thank you to all the reviewers. You guys are wonderful. I absolutely agree with you about doing all those things to Mr. Leach, however, you'll just have to wait and see what happens.
Finally able to leave Sarah as she had reluctantly fell asleep, Jareth let out a sigh of relief as he sat down on his own bed. He had taken Sarah to her own room a couple of days ago, and was glad for it. He had begun to tire of sleeping in chairs. They just weren't the same as a bed.
Pulling off his boots and shirt, he laid back on the bed, stretching his legs and yawning. Almost instantly he fell asleep from his exhaustion and stress as they had been slowly eating away at him. But, although his sleep was peaceful, his dreams weren't.
Shadows lurked and taunted him from the dark corners of his mind. Fears and doubts became unlocked and now free to roam around his head and worry him. Sometime before sunrise he awoke in a cold sweat, knowing he wouldn't be able to go back to bed.
Quietly, he slipped his clothes back on and walked as softly in his boots as he could to his study. Here he had gathered books that would aid him in his time manipulation spell. Conjuring a shining crystal that was balanced with grace upon his fingertips. He twirled it while chanting what to a normal personal would be incoherent, unless you knew Latin. (The writer at this point finds herself at a loss for she doesn't know Latin either.)
The crystal had started out as spinning slow, but as the chant started to come to an end, the crystal started to twirl faster and faster until a brilliant white light flashed from the depths of the sphere, blinding a startled Jareth. The air seemed to crackle with all the built up magic energy, and his ears popped slightly.
Upon opening his eyes he was surprised to find himself back in the courthouse. Apparently he hadn't said the spell right. He had wanted to go a little further back in time, but he couldn't reverse it now. In his hands was the neck of Sarah's boss once again. The guard had the gun on him.
Jareth immediately lessened the harsh grip he had on Leach's neck, but still had him where he couldn't escape. That's when from the corner of his eye, Jareth saw Sarah drop her briefcase and start to dive in front of him. "No!" Jareth cried out frantically, dropping Leach to the floor still alive. But, it was too late.
The sound of the bullet leaving the gun could be compared to the sound of Jareth's heart breaking as he watched Sarah get shot again. Grabbing the wound, Sarah started to fall to the floor. Taking action, Jareth rushed to her in order to catch her before she fell. He dropped to the ground with her in his arms, and he cradled her head lovingly. Knowing he could save her again, he transported himself and an unconscious Sarah back to the labyrinth.
As before, he summoned the good doctor Abernathy, and told him what had happened. Abernathy once again cleaned and dressed Sarah's wound, stating that she needed rest. Looking down at his attire, Jareth realized that he was still wearing a business suit. Feeling a bit disgusted; he changed back into his normal apparel of a white shirt and black breeches.
Abernathy was thanked profusely by Jareth, and sent back to his home. Not seeing much else to do but wait, Jareth sat down next to his bed and took Sarah's limp hand in his. Stroking her soft brown hair, he wanted her to wake up soon. Even though she was lying right in front of him, he still missed her terribly.
Just like last time, it took Sarah a while to awaken from her deep slumber. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and Jareth let out a sigh of relief at seeing her conscious again. But what he saw in her eyes as she awakened was something Jareth hadn't expected. She looked alarmed and scared. "What is it, Sarah?" he asked softly, not wanting to scare her further. Gulping, she asked, "Where am I?"
Jareth's brow creased in apprehension. "You're in my castle." A look of pure confusion came over Sarah's face. "Castle?" Cautiously Jareth asked, "Sarah, what do you remember?" Shaking her head, she confirmed Jareth's fears by replying, "Nothing. Is that my name? Sarah?" she asked seriously.
Smacking a hand to his forehead, Jareth cursed. Somehow the traumatic experience she had just undergone had triggered memory loss. Now he was back at square one.
See, Jareth is not as smart as he thinks he is. And I pray to whatever God there is that he didn't see me write that.