Who's Saving Who?
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the computer I typed this on.
As always, thank you to my reviewers. Special note to Amber Evans Potter: Your review cracked me up. But seriously I received serious lashings for my remark, so my advice is run.
The whir of machines and the beep of a heart monitor were the only sounds in the sterile hospital room. The smell was the strong odor of antiseptic and Lysol cleaner. Leach was stretched out upon the bed covered in white sheets. Since his brain hadn't recovered from the lack of oxygen yet, he kept blacking out and when he was awake, he had delusions. Around his head were bands that monitored his brain activity. With his synapses not firing as nearly as fast as they should, he saw things in slow motion too.
But the one delusion that was almost like a fantasy was getting even with that whore Williams and her friend that had strangled him. The only thing that kept him alive was the thought that if he died, he wouldn't be able to get revenge. Carefully he mapped out as best he could in his head what he would do. Besides, he wasn't going anywhere for awhile, so he amused himself by plotting his course of action.
Explaining to Sarah everything that had happened had been painful for Jareth, but he knew it was the right thing to do. He didn't want to have to lie to her further than he already had. It's not that he lied directly to her, but he just didn't tell her everything. There was a good chance that if she found out about him reordering time that she would be furious. Or even want to leave him. He couldn't stand that thought, no matter how selfish it seemed.
Together they sat in Sarah's inside garden room. Sarah sat on a swing that was tied to the ceiling, and Jareth sat on a synthetic rock by a stream. The black skirt she wore billowed around her legs as she swung, and the bell sleeves on her black lace sleeves did as well. Jareth couldn't help but noticed how attractive she looked in black.
They were right across from each other, and no words had been spoken. Sighing, eventually Sarah said, "How long have we known each other?" Straightening his gloves, Jareth replied evenly, "Since you were fifteen." Nodding, Sarah then said, "Right, and how old am I now?"
Becoming slowly impatient, Jareth stated, "You're twenty-four." "So, you've known me for roughly nine years," Sarah concluded. Putting a finger to his chin in thought, Jareth said, "Yes and no. You just now recently joined me here after all that time." Thinking it over, Sarah couldn't see any reason why he would lie to her.
Silence enveloped them once again. "Jareth, is there anyway I'm going to be able to regain my memory?" she asked silently. Feeling pity for her, Jareth stood and joined her on the swing, as it was rather large. "In my opinion, it's possible. But, unfortunately I don't know how to make it happen, which perturbs me."
Sarah's next question came out of the blue. "Jareth?" she asked. "Yes," he replied. "Were we more than just friends, you know, before?" she asked guardedly. Not sure how to respond to that, he cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I believe there were mutual feelings of respect between," he evaded. "No silly," Sarah giggled, "I mean did you love me?" Realizing what she had said, she smacked a hand over her mouth as if to push the words back in.
Laughing heartily at her actions, Jareth replied seriously, "Yes, Sarah, I did love you and I still do. The only thing I regret is you telling me that you loved me, and I, like the coward I am, didn't say anything back." Seeing that he had suddenly turned regretful, Sarah placed a hand on his arm. "It's OK," she said softly, "I forgive you because I don't remember, but in some way part of me remembers the feelings I had for you before."
Turning to face her, Jareth looked deeply into the depths of her pale green eyes, melding with his steely blue and green ones. Sarah couldn't help but look back, his eyes like a magnet to her soul. Slowly they were drawn towards one another, like a moth to a flame. Their lips met in a pure, slightly awkward kiss.
Pulling away slightly breathless, Sarah looked at the man in front of her in wonder. Gulping slightly in embarrassment, she looked away. Jareth was alarmed at her action. Was she mad? "What is it?" he asked nervously. Hearing the nervous tremble in his voice, Sarah turned back to face him and said, "I remember now. We're supposed to be friends. Right?" Not wanting to delay his chances any further, he shook his head no. "Then what?" she asked. Keeping eye contact, he stroked her pale slightly rosy cheek with his gloved hand.
"More than friends," he whispered huskily, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers in a more passionate kiss. Sarah, against her own will, returned the kiss in kind. She brought her hands to his shoulders to pull him closer. After a while, Jareth had to break away for air, even though he didn't want to.
His voice a breathless whisper, he asked, "So you remember everything do you?" Nodding, Sarah replied with a smile, "I think your kiss brought it back." "So, you don't blame me for your getting shot?" he asked. Looking horrified, Sarah said, "How could you even think that. If I didn't want to get shot I would have dove in front of you to take the bullet now would I?"
Chuckling, Jareth put his arm around her, drawing her closer to him, "I knew there was a reason I liked you," he teased. Sarah slapped his arm, but snuggled closer to him anyway.
Please review if you feel like it! Sarah and Jareth are finally together! Woohoo! This is not the end by the way. I left too many loose ends to leave it like this obviously. Ciao.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the computer I typed this on.
As always, thank you to my reviewers. Special note to Amber Evans Potter: Your review cracked me up. But seriously I received serious lashings for my remark, so my advice is run.
The whir of machines and the beep of a heart monitor were the only sounds in the sterile hospital room. The smell was the strong odor of antiseptic and Lysol cleaner. Leach was stretched out upon the bed covered in white sheets. Since his brain hadn't recovered from the lack of oxygen yet, he kept blacking out and when he was awake, he had delusions. Around his head were bands that monitored his brain activity. With his synapses not firing as nearly as fast as they should, he saw things in slow motion too.
But the one delusion that was almost like a fantasy was getting even with that whore Williams and her friend that had strangled him. The only thing that kept him alive was the thought that if he died, he wouldn't be able to get revenge. Carefully he mapped out as best he could in his head what he would do. Besides, he wasn't going anywhere for awhile, so he amused himself by plotting his course of action.
Explaining to Sarah everything that had happened had been painful for Jareth, but he knew it was the right thing to do. He didn't want to have to lie to her further than he already had. It's not that he lied directly to her, but he just didn't tell her everything. There was a good chance that if she found out about him reordering time that she would be furious. Or even want to leave him. He couldn't stand that thought, no matter how selfish it seemed.
Together they sat in Sarah's inside garden room. Sarah sat on a swing that was tied to the ceiling, and Jareth sat on a synthetic rock by a stream. The black skirt she wore billowed around her legs as she swung, and the bell sleeves on her black lace sleeves did as well. Jareth couldn't help but noticed how attractive she looked in black.
They were right across from each other, and no words had been spoken. Sighing, eventually Sarah said, "How long have we known each other?" Straightening his gloves, Jareth replied evenly, "Since you were fifteen." Nodding, Sarah then said, "Right, and how old am I now?"
Becoming slowly impatient, Jareth stated, "You're twenty-four." "So, you've known me for roughly nine years," Sarah concluded. Putting a finger to his chin in thought, Jareth said, "Yes and no. You just now recently joined me here after all that time." Thinking it over, Sarah couldn't see any reason why he would lie to her.
Silence enveloped them once again. "Jareth, is there anyway I'm going to be able to regain my memory?" she asked silently. Feeling pity for her, Jareth stood and joined her on the swing, as it was rather large. "In my opinion, it's possible. But, unfortunately I don't know how to make it happen, which perturbs me."
Sarah's next question came out of the blue. "Jareth?" she asked. "Yes," he replied. "Were we more than just friends, you know, before?" she asked guardedly. Not sure how to respond to that, he cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I believe there were mutual feelings of respect between," he evaded. "No silly," Sarah giggled, "I mean did you love me?" Realizing what she had said, she smacked a hand over her mouth as if to push the words back in.
Laughing heartily at her actions, Jareth replied seriously, "Yes, Sarah, I did love you and I still do. The only thing I regret is you telling me that you loved me, and I, like the coward I am, didn't say anything back." Seeing that he had suddenly turned regretful, Sarah placed a hand on his arm. "It's OK," she said softly, "I forgive you because I don't remember, but in some way part of me remembers the feelings I had for you before."
Turning to face her, Jareth looked deeply into the depths of her pale green eyes, melding with his steely blue and green ones. Sarah couldn't help but look back, his eyes like a magnet to her soul. Slowly they were drawn towards one another, like a moth to a flame. Their lips met in a pure, slightly awkward kiss.
Pulling away slightly breathless, Sarah looked at the man in front of her in wonder. Gulping slightly in embarrassment, she looked away. Jareth was alarmed at her action. Was she mad? "What is it?" he asked nervously. Hearing the nervous tremble in his voice, Sarah turned back to face him and said, "I remember now. We're supposed to be friends. Right?" Not wanting to delay his chances any further, he shook his head no. "Then what?" she asked. Keeping eye contact, he stroked her pale slightly rosy cheek with his gloved hand.
"More than friends," he whispered huskily, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers in a more passionate kiss. Sarah, against her own will, returned the kiss in kind. She brought her hands to his shoulders to pull him closer. After a while, Jareth had to break away for air, even though he didn't want to.
His voice a breathless whisper, he asked, "So you remember everything do you?" Nodding, Sarah replied with a smile, "I think your kiss brought it back." "So, you don't blame me for your getting shot?" he asked. Looking horrified, Sarah said, "How could you even think that. If I didn't want to get shot I would have dove in front of you to take the bullet now would I?"
Chuckling, Jareth put his arm around her, drawing her closer to him, "I knew there was a reason I liked you," he teased. Sarah slapped his arm, but snuggled closer to him anyway.
Please review if you feel like it! Sarah and Jareth are finally together! Woohoo! This is not the end by the way. I left too many loose ends to leave it like this obviously. Ciao.