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.
Jareth had never actually been asked to stay the night before, as Sarah had put it so nicely. Most women either threw themselves all over him, or snubbed him so severely he lost interest in them. Maybe that's why he was drawn to Sarah. She was such an enigma. One minute she was warm and inviting, and the next minute she was withdrawn and cold. Her different mixes of emotions matched his own perfectly.
Raising an eyebrow at her question he replied, "Even though it's more than tempting to say yes, however, I don't think it would be right for me to take advantage of you right now." As he spoke he readjusted his gloves. Stifling a smile, Sarah replied, "I didn't mean in the same bed. I can bring in a cot for you to sleep on if you want, or you can sleep in my bed. I mean, if it makes you that uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed with me."
Taking that as a challenge, Jareth shed his overcoat and pulled back the covers of her bed over dramatically. Watching him uncertainly, Sarah started to take off her shoes. Jareth followed suit by removing his boots. He was the first one in the bed. With feline grace he lounged on her bed, patting the spot next to him invitingly. Shaking her head, Sarah let out a sigh and got into the bed as far away from him as possible. She still wasn't sure what in the world she was doing, but in a strange way she trusted him.
Even though they had started out spread completely apart from each other as possible, in the middle of the night sometime, they ended up snuggled close, practically holding each other. It was as if their subconsciouses were drawn to each in their dreams, even if they would never admit it while they were awake.
Sarah's eyelids fluttered open as the light from her opened window assaulted her eyes mercilessly. Raising her head to look at her alarm clock, she discovered it was almost noon. Feeling warmth from beside her, she turned her head to see Jareth sleeping peacefully next to her. She smiled a little despite herself. He looked so innocent in slumber. Pushing those thoughts away, she nudged him with her elbow.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," she teased grumpily. Sarah sat up all the way and rubbed her eyes to get all the sleep out of them. Jareth stirred lazily and the bed next to her shifted. Looking over at him, she noticed he had pulled the covers over his head. Laughing at his action, she pulled the covers from over his head and said, "No fair, if I don't get to sleep anymore you don't either," she chided. Muttering something under his breath, Jareth reluctantly sat up.
Sarah noticed that he looked irresistibly cute with his mussed hair and sleepy eyes. When he wasn't so guarded he was actually pleasant to be around. Jumping up from the bed, Sarah put her hands on her hips. "Today," she announced, "we're going back to the labyrinth. Jareth, we just have to find the man that took Toby. Maybe if he's still alive." Waving his hand for her to stop speaking, he stood and walked over to her until he was directly in front of her and staring into her eyes intently. "Sarah, Toby is." Seeing that he wasn't going to continue she said anxiously, "Yes." Sarah watched as he faltered for words. Feeling like a her bones had turned to mush and her hope as well, Sarah waited expectantly for any sign of what he was trying to convey to her.
Swallowing back his own sorrow for her situation, Jareth said regretfully, "I'm sorry Sarah." Sarah burst into tears as her world was crushed like a can under someone's uncaring feet. She put her face into her hands and her shoulders shook uncontrollably. Not quite sure what to do, Jareth shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. After a while, her tears subsided and she looked up at him with red and swollen eyes.
Wiping her face with her sleeve, she sniffed and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." It was an awkward moment where neither of them knew what to say. "Why are we just standing here?" Sarah asked with such a fierce determination that it threw Jareth off guard. "You mean, you still want to find this man even though you know what he's capable of?"
Turning it over in her head, Sarah replied, "Well, yes. I need to know many things only he can answer. I know it's hard to understand Jareth, but please don't deny me this. I know it's dangerous, but it's just something I have to do, even if I die trying." Nodding, Jareth conjured a crystal, and Sarah noticed the absence of his gloves, as his hands were smooth and white. Within the blink of an eye, only the vague imprint of their footprints remained in Sarah's plush carpet.
Sorry, I know I haven't updated in a while, but I have been so busy. It's crazy. Hope you enjoyed it, and next time I promise to update sooner!
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.
Jareth had never actually been asked to stay the night before, as Sarah had put it so nicely. Most women either threw themselves all over him, or snubbed him so severely he lost interest in them. Maybe that's why he was drawn to Sarah. She was such an enigma. One minute she was warm and inviting, and the next minute she was withdrawn and cold. Her different mixes of emotions matched his own perfectly.
Raising an eyebrow at her question he replied, "Even though it's more than tempting to say yes, however, I don't think it would be right for me to take advantage of you right now." As he spoke he readjusted his gloves. Stifling a smile, Sarah replied, "I didn't mean in the same bed. I can bring in a cot for you to sleep on if you want, or you can sleep in my bed. I mean, if it makes you that uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed with me."
Taking that as a challenge, Jareth shed his overcoat and pulled back the covers of her bed over dramatically. Watching him uncertainly, Sarah started to take off her shoes. Jareth followed suit by removing his boots. He was the first one in the bed. With feline grace he lounged on her bed, patting the spot next to him invitingly. Shaking her head, Sarah let out a sigh and got into the bed as far away from him as possible. She still wasn't sure what in the world she was doing, but in a strange way she trusted him.
Even though they had started out spread completely apart from each other as possible, in the middle of the night sometime, they ended up snuggled close, practically holding each other. It was as if their subconsciouses were drawn to each in their dreams, even if they would never admit it while they were awake.
Sarah's eyelids fluttered open as the light from her opened window assaulted her eyes mercilessly. Raising her head to look at her alarm clock, she discovered it was almost noon. Feeling warmth from beside her, she turned her head to see Jareth sleeping peacefully next to her. She smiled a little despite herself. He looked so innocent in slumber. Pushing those thoughts away, she nudged him with her elbow.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," she teased grumpily. Sarah sat up all the way and rubbed her eyes to get all the sleep out of them. Jareth stirred lazily and the bed next to her shifted. Looking over at him, she noticed he had pulled the covers over his head. Laughing at his action, she pulled the covers from over his head and said, "No fair, if I don't get to sleep anymore you don't either," she chided. Muttering something under his breath, Jareth reluctantly sat up.
Sarah noticed that he looked irresistibly cute with his mussed hair and sleepy eyes. When he wasn't so guarded he was actually pleasant to be around. Jumping up from the bed, Sarah put her hands on her hips. "Today," she announced, "we're going back to the labyrinth. Jareth, we just have to find the man that took Toby. Maybe if he's still alive." Waving his hand for her to stop speaking, he stood and walked over to her until he was directly in front of her and staring into her eyes intently. "Sarah, Toby is." Seeing that he wasn't going to continue she said anxiously, "Yes." Sarah watched as he faltered for words. Feeling like a her bones had turned to mush and her hope as well, Sarah waited expectantly for any sign of what he was trying to convey to her.
Swallowing back his own sorrow for her situation, Jareth said regretfully, "I'm sorry Sarah." Sarah burst into tears as her world was crushed like a can under someone's uncaring feet. She put her face into her hands and her shoulders shook uncontrollably. Not quite sure what to do, Jareth shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. After a while, her tears subsided and she looked up at him with red and swollen eyes.
Wiping her face with her sleeve, she sniffed and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." It was an awkward moment where neither of them knew what to say. "Why are we just standing here?" Sarah asked with such a fierce determination that it threw Jareth off guard. "You mean, you still want to find this man even though you know what he's capable of?"
Turning it over in her head, Sarah replied, "Well, yes. I need to know many things only he can answer. I know it's hard to understand Jareth, but please don't deny me this. I know it's dangerous, but it's just something I have to do, even if I die trying." Nodding, Jareth conjured a crystal, and Sarah noticed the absence of his gloves, as his hands were smooth and white. Within the blink of an eye, only the vague imprint of their footprints remained in Sarah's plush carpet.
Sorry, I know I haven't updated in a while, but I have been so busy. It's crazy. Hope you enjoyed it, and next time I promise to update sooner!