Baby Brother
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
Summary: Toby is kidnapped and then brutally killed by a criminal that's let out of prison and on parole. Sarah is baby-sitting Toby when it happens, and feels overwhelmed with guilt and grief. Seeing no other option, she goes after Toby's killer, but that seems impossible in itself. Calling upon the Goblin King once again for help, she learns a few things about life and love she never would've expected. Also that life just isn't fair no matter what.
Author's Note: OK, just a warning, this story is violent and very sad at some parts. If you can't stand violence and adult situations then I suggest that you don't read this story.
The sterile smell and glaringly white walls of the hospital put Sarah Williams in a bad mood that day. Her head hurt, she had a funny taste in her mouth, and on top of that her evil stepmother was in the next room with her father giving birth. This made Sarah want to hurl. She didn't understand why her father had to get remarried in the first place. It wasn't her fault her mother had left them for a younger man.
Sarah, being all of fifteen years herself, wasn't keen on having a baby brother now. When she was younger she had wanted so badly for a younger sibling, but now that her life was finally looking up, fate had go and throw in a half sibling for amusement. Straightening her pressed white blouse; she stood and stretched her weary legs.
Since she had been at the hospital for practically two days, Sarah's hair didn't feel too clean, so she pulled it back into a low ponytail. Were her mother there with her she would've berated Sarah for keeping her hair in such a fashion. Sarah grimaced, her mother, the actress. Rubbing her eyes to get all of the sleep out of them, Sarah became startled by a sudden crying noise breaking the calm. That's when she realized her stepmother must've finally popped, and she wasn't sure whether she was glad or not.
Picking up her overnight bag that held her clothes and toiletries, Sarah trudged over to the bathroom down the hallway from the sitting room in order to brush her teeth and look at least presentable when all her relatives arrived. This is what she told herself, but in reality she was stalling because she didn't want to see the baby. She was afraid that she would like it despite herself, and she didn't want to like anything that had to do with Karen, the witch.
Her worst fears were confirmed as soon as she stepped into the small room. Karen lay half-asleep on the white sheets of the hospital bed, while her father cradled a ruddy cheek baby in his arms. The pride practically dripped off of him. Feeling a little jealous, she walked over to her father and peered down at the baby with a feigned look of disgust. But, her heart melted as she saw his little hands flailing helplessly in the air and his tiny upturned mouth whimpering quietly. The blonde fuzz on top of his indicated that he would undoubtedly look like his mother.
Sarah's father confirmed what she already knew, that the baby was a boy. "This is your baby brother, Toby," he said in a voice that would've been appropriate if she were four. "What kind of a name is that?" Sarah asked frowning. Robert looked up at his daughter in surprise. "You don't like it?" he asked dumbly. Sighing, Sarah shook her head. "It's not something you name a baby. My friend Bonnie has a little dog whose name is Toby. You know how degrading that's going to be for him?" Robert shrugged even though it was a rhetorical question. "It's short for Tobias," he explained lamely.
Biting her lip in nervousness, Sarah finally asked, "May I hold him?" The question came out in one fast gasp of breath. Nodding, a small smile appeared on Robert's face as he handed his son over to his daughter. Sarah took the tiny baby gently from her father's arms, careful not to let go of his head. "He's so tiny," Sarah whispered in awe. One of his hands wrapped firmly around Sarah's finger, and Sarah giggled a little despite herself.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
Summary: Toby is kidnapped and then brutally killed by a criminal that's let out of prison and on parole. Sarah is baby-sitting Toby when it happens, and feels overwhelmed with guilt and grief. Seeing no other option, she goes after Toby's killer, but that seems impossible in itself. Calling upon the Goblin King once again for help, she learns a few things about life and love she never would've expected. Also that life just isn't fair no matter what.
Author's Note: OK, just a warning, this story is violent and very sad at some parts. If you can't stand violence and adult situations then I suggest that you don't read this story.
The sterile smell and glaringly white walls of the hospital put Sarah Williams in a bad mood that day. Her head hurt, she had a funny taste in her mouth, and on top of that her evil stepmother was in the next room with her father giving birth. This made Sarah want to hurl. She didn't understand why her father had to get remarried in the first place. It wasn't her fault her mother had left them for a younger man.
Sarah, being all of fifteen years herself, wasn't keen on having a baby brother now. When she was younger she had wanted so badly for a younger sibling, but now that her life was finally looking up, fate had go and throw in a half sibling for amusement. Straightening her pressed white blouse; she stood and stretched her weary legs.
Since she had been at the hospital for practically two days, Sarah's hair didn't feel too clean, so she pulled it back into a low ponytail. Were her mother there with her she would've berated Sarah for keeping her hair in such a fashion. Sarah grimaced, her mother, the actress. Rubbing her eyes to get all of the sleep out of them, Sarah became startled by a sudden crying noise breaking the calm. That's when she realized her stepmother must've finally popped, and she wasn't sure whether she was glad or not.
Picking up her overnight bag that held her clothes and toiletries, Sarah trudged over to the bathroom down the hallway from the sitting room in order to brush her teeth and look at least presentable when all her relatives arrived. This is what she told herself, but in reality she was stalling because she didn't want to see the baby. She was afraid that she would like it despite herself, and she didn't want to like anything that had to do with Karen, the witch.
Her worst fears were confirmed as soon as she stepped into the small room. Karen lay half-asleep on the white sheets of the hospital bed, while her father cradled a ruddy cheek baby in his arms. The pride practically dripped off of him. Feeling a little jealous, she walked over to her father and peered down at the baby with a feigned look of disgust. But, her heart melted as she saw his little hands flailing helplessly in the air and his tiny upturned mouth whimpering quietly. The blonde fuzz on top of his indicated that he would undoubtedly look like his mother.
Sarah's father confirmed what she already knew, that the baby was a boy. "This is your baby brother, Toby," he said in a voice that would've been appropriate if she were four. "What kind of a name is that?" Sarah asked frowning. Robert looked up at his daughter in surprise. "You don't like it?" he asked dumbly. Sighing, Sarah shook her head. "It's not something you name a baby. My friend Bonnie has a little dog whose name is Toby. You know how degrading that's going to be for him?" Robert shrugged even though it was a rhetorical question. "It's short for Tobias," he explained lamely.
Biting her lip in nervousness, Sarah finally asked, "May I hold him?" The question came out in one fast gasp of breath. Nodding, a small smile appeared on Robert's face as he handed his son over to his daughter. Sarah took the tiny baby gently from her father's arms, careful not to let go of his head. "He's so tiny," Sarah whispered in awe. One of his hands wrapped firmly around Sarah's finger, and Sarah giggled a little despite herself.