Alright, I am giving Jareth a break during this chapter. He was more than a
little upset with me over the whole Rocky Horror Picture Show thing. Alright
understatement there. He actually had the audacity to accuse me of...never-
mind. I don't need to go there. Let us just say that he gets a break this
chapter. Disclaimer in chapter 2.
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To say that Jareth was surprised was a vast understatement. He had expected
Sarah to slap him, taunt him again, anything but kiss him. Of course when
Sarah started to kiss him, all his anger drained away. Why was he angry?
'Oh what the Hell,' he thought. His arms wrapped around her waist and he
pulled her closer. Sarah smiled into the kiss, her finger burrying them-
selves in his hair. Jareth moaned slightly and one hand moved to the back
of her head while the other wrapped tightly around her waist. Somewhere in
the background the clock struck midnight. 'What the Hell am I DOING!' Jareth
thought to himself. He wrenched away from Sarah violently and dissapeared.
Sarah stood in the still for a moment before hurling herself upstairs to cry
herself in to a restless sleep.
Jareth sat on his throne, his head burried in his hands. 'What was I doing?
What demon possesed me to kiss her back' *You like her, that's why.* 'Shut
up. I do not.' *Oh really, then why did you enjoy kissing her? And what
about the temptation to look in on her when she is changing?* Jareth growled
and stood. 'Who ever you are, get out of my head!' The voice in his head
laughed at him. *Certainly, just as soon as you tell me how. I am part of
you, so now you get to listen to me* Jareth growled and stormed to his
chambers, praying that sleep would clear his head.
Sarah awoke the next morning with a headache. Her eyes felt as though someone
was stabbing them with a pin repeatedly. "Now I remember why I hate crying,"
she muttered to herself. She hauled herself out of bed and drug herself to the
bathroom for an extremly hot shower.
Jareth awoke, feeling the same conflicting emotions as when he retired the night
before. Jareth groaned and burried his face in his pillow. *Now, why don't
you just back Aboveground and talk to her. Tell her you love her and you both
can live happily ever after.* "SHUT UP!" Jareth's shout echoed around the room.
*Alright, no need to shout. It echo's something awful in here.* Jareth growled
and the voice fell silent.
Sarah sat draped over her bed, phone cradled against her ear. "So you were having
the kiss of your life and all of a sudden he pulls away and goes *poof*? What an
arogant son of a..."
"Rave, don't even go off on one of your rants again. I am seeking the advice of one
of my best friends and I don't need you going off on one of your 'Men are Jerks'
campaigns. Now what should I do?"
"How would I know! I don't know him or how he works. I'm a Mage, not a fae!" Sarah
rolled her eyes. Raven kept insisting that she was a Mage of Air. 'Everything has
energy' she had told Sarah once. 'I just work with Air best' A small idea crept into
the back of her mind.
"Do you know anything about Magic Rave?"
It was later that day when Raven shoiwed up at Sarah's door. "I hope this works girl,
because if it doesn't...you won't be a happy camper when I recover." The look that
Raven shot Sarah with that statement caused Sarah to envision a very long and painful
death. "You're lucky my mentor was willing to help with the sheilding, although he
thinks you several types a fool. One does not trap a fae without having them try and
blast you into next week." Raven pulled 7 crystals out of her bag, and placed them
around the room. "Alright, it is set up. As soon as he is here, he won't leave until
I take down the sheilds." Raven pulled out a small band of metal. "Here, this is
made of iron. Put it around your upper arm under your sleeve. If he tries anything
just place the metal against his bare skin. I won't kill him, but it will give him
a killer headache. Just DON'T get it in his blood stream." Raven shook her head.
"You are seven types a fool Sarah. I wish you luck." With that Raven was out the
door.
"Thanks Rave," Sarah murmured.
Sarah sat in the middle of her living room, trying to figure out how to get Jareth to
return. "I wish the Goblin King was here, right now!" It was worth a shot wasn't it?
Jareth groaned as he felt a wish for his presence. He really did not want to deal with
it right now...however, duty called. Jareth appeared, much to his surprise, in Sarah's
living room. Sarah looked up from her position on the floor, a smile creeping across
her face. The Jareth felt the sheild Raven put up snap closed. He was unable to leave!
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Short, yes. Cheesy, yes. Far fetched, yes. Blame it on the voices in my head. Besides,
how else am I going to get Jareth with Sarah long enough for her to hook him. So anyway,
let me know what you think.
little upset with me over the whole Rocky Horror Picture Show thing. Alright
understatement there. He actually had the audacity to accuse me of...never-
mind. I don't need to go there. Let us just say that he gets a break this
chapter. Disclaimer in chapter 2.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
To say that Jareth was surprised was a vast understatement. He had expected
Sarah to slap him, taunt him again, anything but kiss him. Of course when
Sarah started to kiss him, all his anger drained away. Why was he angry?
'Oh what the Hell,' he thought. His arms wrapped around her waist and he
pulled her closer. Sarah smiled into the kiss, her finger burrying them-
selves in his hair. Jareth moaned slightly and one hand moved to the back
of her head while the other wrapped tightly around her waist. Somewhere in
the background the clock struck midnight. 'What the Hell am I DOING!' Jareth
thought to himself. He wrenched away from Sarah violently and dissapeared.
Sarah stood in the still for a moment before hurling herself upstairs to cry
herself in to a restless sleep.
Jareth sat on his throne, his head burried in his hands. 'What was I doing?
What demon possesed me to kiss her back' *You like her, that's why.* 'Shut
up. I do not.' *Oh really, then why did you enjoy kissing her? And what
about the temptation to look in on her when she is changing?* Jareth growled
and stood. 'Who ever you are, get out of my head!' The voice in his head
laughed at him. *Certainly, just as soon as you tell me how. I am part of
you, so now you get to listen to me* Jareth growled and stormed to his
chambers, praying that sleep would clear his head.
Sarah awoke the next morning with a headache. Her eyes felt as though someone
was stabbing them with a pin repeatedly. "Now I remember why I hate crying,"
she muttered to herself. She hauled herself out of bed and drug herself to the
bathroom for an extremly hot shower.
Jareth awoke, feeling the same conflicting emotions as when he retired the night
before. Jareth groaned and burried his face in his pillow. *Now, why don't
you just back Aboveground and talk to her. Tell her you love her and you both
can live happily ever after.* "SHUT UP!" Jareth's shout echoed around the room.
*Alright, no need to shout. It echo's something awful in here.* Jareth growled
and the voice fell silent.
Sarah sat draped over her bed, phone cradled against her ear. "So you were having
the kiss of your life and all of a sudden he pulls away and goes *poof*? What an
arogant son of a..."
"Rave, don't even go off on one of your rants again. I am seeking the advice of one
of my best friends and I don't need you going off on one of your 'Men are Jerks'
campaigns. Now what should I do?"
"How would I know! I don't know him or how he works. I'm a Mage, not a fae!" Sarah
rolled her eyes. Raven kept insisting that she was a Mage of Air. 'Everything has
energy' she had told Sarah once. 'I just work with Air best' A small idea crept into
the back of her mind.
"Do you know anything about Magic Rave?"
It was later that day when Raven shoiwed up at Sarah's door. "I hope this works girl,
because if it doesn't...you won't be a happy camper when I recover." The look that
Raven shot Sarah with that statement caused Sarah to envision a very long and painful
death. "You're lucky my mentor was willing to help with the sheilding, although he
thinks you several types a fool. One does not trap a fae without having them try and
blast you into next week." Raven pulled 7 crystals out of her bag, and placed them
around the room. "Alright, it is set up. As soon as he is here, he won't leave until
I take down the sheilds." Raven pulled out a small band of metal. "Here, this is
made of iron. Put it around your upper arm under your sleeve. If he tries anything
just place the metal against his bare skin. I won't kill him, but it will give him
a killer headache. Just DON'T get it in his blood stream." Raven shook her head.
"You are seven types a fool Sarah. I wish you luck." With that Raven was out the
door.
"Thanks Rave," Sarah murmured.
Sarah sat in the middle of her living room, trying to figure out how to get Jareth to
return. "I wish the Goblin King was here, right now!" It was worth a shot wasn't it?
Jareth groaned as he felt a wish for his presence. He really did not want to deal with
it right now...however, duty called. Jareth appeared, much to his surprise, in Sarah's
living room. Sarah looked up from her position on the floor, a smile creeping across
her face. The Jareth felt the sheild Raven put up snap closed. He was unable to leave!
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Short, yes. Cheesy, yes. Far fetched, yes. Blame it on the voices in my head. Besides,
how else am I going to get Jareth with Sarah long enough for her to hook him. So anyway,
let me know what you think.