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 scenery around them changed drastically from Sarah's well decorated, if not childish room, to Jareth's gray stone castle with little light and dust everywhere. Combing her fingers through her disheveled hair, Sarah asked wearily, "Have you ever thought about hiring a decorator?" Frowning at her pointedly, Jareth chose to ignore that question. He couldn't trust himself anymore with his snide remarks. Crossing his arms over his chest, he strolled over to his throne and plopped down into it gratefully. Sarah couldn't see how that thing could possibly be comfortable.
Clearing her throat in annoyance, Sarah glared at Jareth as he ignored her presence. Waving her hands in the air, Sarah said, "Hello, earth to Jareth. What am I supposed to do while you're brooding?" Her hands were placed firmly on her hips as she asked this. Jareth glanced up at her with a bothered look, and then he waved his hand in a circular motion. Sarah found herself in an almost modern looking bathroom. The only difference was that there was obviously no plumbing, and the bath water had to be drawn by pump.
Taking this as a hint, Sarah pumped water into the bathtub. She expected it to be somewhat cold since there was no source of heat, but for some reason when she stuck her hand into the water, she found to her delight that it was quite warm. Shrugging out of her clothes that she had been wearing since yesterday, she walked over to a shelf next to the tub and found a multitude of little bottles of shampoos and soaps as well as perfumes. Grabbing a handful of each, she poured the perfumes into the bath water.
Gratefully, she sank down into the water and let it slosh the dirt and tiredness off of her. Holding her breath she pulled her head under the water to get it wet so she could wash it. But while she was under water, something made a memory resurface.
Toby was just a baby, and Sarah remembered giving him a bath. She also remembered how much he hated to put his head underwater. And how he used to cry whenever Sarah got soap or water into his eyes. But, after she pulled him out of the tub and wrapped him into a warm, plush terry cloth towel, how he used to snuggle closer to the warmth of her body, clinging to her.
Reemerging from the bottom of the tub, Sarah spurted out water as well as tears. The memory was still fresh in her mind. Sarah rubbed the water and tears away with her trembling hands. To her dismay she found the water had turned cold. She hurriedly scrubbed her hair, taking little pleasure in how clean it felt. Then she angrily scrubbed her skin until it reddened in color.
Standing and stepping out of the tub, she found a towel waiting for her. Wrapping it around her, she walked over to a mirror in the bathroom. Peering into it cautiously, she noticed tears still running down her cheeks. She hadn't been aware that she had still been crying.
Wiping her tears away in embarrassment, she walked over to a chair covered with cloth. Holding up the material, Sarah discovered it to be a cream colored dress. Nothing fancy, just a plain dress that fit her curves beautifully. Sarah then wrapped her still damp hair back into a bun at the base of her neck, showing off how slender and milky white it was. Twirling in the mirror to make sure she looked all right, she found a pair of matching slippers hiding under the chair. Slipping them on, she opened the door and peered out cautiously.
Waiting for her outside the door was a stout, ugly little goblin with beady eyes and a drooling mouth. He had red coarse hair upon his egg shaped head. Looking at him expectantly, Sarah asked, "Yes?" The goblin replied in a high pitched squeak, "His majesty told me to escort you to the throne room." Without waiting for her to follow, the little goblin started to walk off. Stepping out of the bathroom, Sarah followed the goblin reluctantly, while looking about herself trying to get a bearing on her surroundings.
This was about impossible since there were no noticeable landmarks or different characteristics of each hallway they passed down. Just twist and turns that seemed dauntingly ridiculous to memorize.
Finally, the goblin led her to the throne room. As he stepped into the room, Sarah didn't notice his disappearance. Her eyes roamed the room, looking for any sign of Jareth. There wasn't any. But, she did notice something. He had pulled back some of the curtains, letting a margin of light into the dismal room. All this did, though, was emphasize the fact that the place needed a good scrubbing and dusting. Shaking her head, Sarah started when she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. The hands massaged the tired muscles at the base of her neck next to her collarbones. Jareth's warm breath tingled in her ear as he leaned down and whispered, "I see you're admiring my handiwork." Sarah tried to still the beating of her heart as she felt him so close behind her.
Turning around to face him, she immediately regretted it for two reasons. One, his hands were no longer massaging her neck which she had started to enjoy. And two, now she was facing him, their faces mere inches apart. Sarah's face flushed as she felt the heart from his body radiating off hers. Smiling smugly, Jareth lifted a hand and moved it to her cheek and moved her eyes back to his as she had looked away to the side.
Feeling his gloved hand against her cheek, Sarah couldn't help but look back at him. Immediately she felt the pull of his intense eyes staring deeply into hers. Sarah felt herself go a little weak in the knees. But, Jareth helped her with that by putting a hand at the dip in her lower back. This also pulled her body closer to his. Jareth ran a finger over her collarbone and put his face right next to hers and whispered, "You're beautiful, Sarah."
Sarah's face reddened by six shades of red. She tried to pull away, but Jareth wasn't having any of that. "Come now, Sarah", he chided in a low seductive whisper, "it's not that bad is it?" Despite herself, Sarah shook her head no. Seeing that he had confused her enough, Jareth pulled her closer in a graceful movement that Sarah hadn't seen coming. Then his soft, thin lips were pressed against her warm soft ones. There was nothing lustful in the kiss. It was just a pure, chaste kiss shared by two new lovers.
(*Wipes away tears from her eyes while she sniffs*) Whew, I cried while I was writing that memory scene. I guess it's pretty bad when you make yourself cry when you're writing. I got it from a memory I had recently when I thought of my little sister. No, she's not dead or anything, but she lives in California while I live in Indiana. I haven't seen her since she was five, and she's turning nine this month. I can't explain why, it's a complicated story.
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 scenery around them changed drastically from Sarah's well decorated, if not childish room, to Jareth's gray stone castle with little light and dust everywhere. Combing her fingers through her disheveled hair, Sarah asked wearily, "Have you ever thought about hiring a decorator?" Frowning at her pointedly, Jareth chose to ignore that question. He couldn't trust himself anymore with his snide remarks. Crossing his arms over his chest, he strolled over to his throne and plopped down into it gratefully. Sarah couldn't see how that thing could possibly be comfortable.
Clearing her throat in annoyance, Sarah glared at Jareth as he ignored her presence. Waving her hands in the air, Sarah said, "Hello, earth to Jareth. What am I supposed to do while you're brooding?" Her hands were placed firmly on her hips as she asked this. Jareth glanced up at her with a bothered look, and then he waved his hand in a circular motion. Sarah found herself in an almost modern looking bathroom. The only difference was that there was obviously no plumbing, and the bath water had to be drawn by pump.
Taking this as a hint, Sarah pumped water into the bathtub. She expected it to be somewhat cold since there was no source of heat, but for some reason when she stuck her hand into the water, she found to her delight that it was quite warm. Shrugging out of her clothes that she had been wearing since yesterday, she walked over to a shelf next to the tub and found a multitude of little bottles of shampoos and soaps as well as perfumes. Grabbing a handful of each, she poured the perfumes into the bath water.
Gratefully, she sank down into the water and let it slosh the dirt and tiredness off of her. Holding her breath she pulled her head under the water to get it wet so she could wash it. But while she was under water, something made a memory resurface.
Toby was just a baby, and Sarah remembered giving him a bath. She also remembered how much he hated to put his head underwater. And how he used to cry whenever Sarah got soap or water into his eyes. But, after she pulled him out of the tub and wrapped him into a warm, plush terry cloth towel, how he used to snuggle closer to the warmth of her body, clinging to her.
Reemerging from the bottom of the tub, Sarah spurted out water as well as tears. The memory was still fresh in her mind. Sarah rubbed the water and tears away with her trembling hands. To her dismay she found the water had turned cold. She hurriedly scrubbed her hair, taking little pleasure in how clean it felt. Then she angrily scrubbed her skin until it reddened in color.
Standing and stepping out of the tub, she found a towel waiting for her. Wrapping it around her, she walked over to a mirror in the bathroom. Peering into it cautiously, she noticed tears still running down her cheeks. She hadn't been aware that she had still been crying.
Wiping her tears away in embarrassment, she walked over to a chair covered with cloth. Holding up the material, Sarah discovered it to be a cream colored dress. Nothing fancy, just a plain dress that fit her curves beautifully. Sarah then wrapped her still damp hair back into a bun at the base of her neck, showing off how slender and milky white it was. Twirling in the mirror to make sure she looked all right, she found a pair of matching slippers hiding under the chair. Slipping them on, she opened the door and peered out cautiously.
Waiting for her outside the door was a stout, ugly little goblin with beady eyes and a drooling mouth. He had red coarse hair upon his egg shaped head. Looking at him expectantly, Sarah asked, "Yes?" The goblin replied in a high pitched squeak, "His majesty told me to escort you to the throne room." Without waiting for her to follow, the little goblin started to walk off. Stepping out of the bathroom, Sarah followed the goblin reluctantly, while looking about herself trying to get a bearing on her surroundings.
This was about impossible since there were no noticeable landmarks or different characteristics of each hallway they passed down. Just twist and turns that seemed dauntingly ridiculous to memorize.
Finally, the goblin led her to the throne room. As he stepped into the room, Sarah didn't notice his disappearance. Her eyes roamed the room, looking for any sign of Jareth. There wasn't any. But, she did notice something. He had pulled back some of the curtains, letting a margin of light into the dismal room. All this did, though, was emphasize the fact that the place needed a good scrubbing and dusting. Shaking her head, Sarah started when she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. The hands massaged the tired muscles at the base of her neck next to her collarbones. Jareth's warm breath tingled in her ear as he leaned down and whispered, "I see you're admiring my handiwork." Sarah tried to still the beating of her heart as she felt him so close behind her.
Turning around to face him, she immediately regretted it for two reasons. One, his hands were no longer massaging her neck which she had started to enjoy. And two, now she was facing him, their faces mere inches apart. Sarah's face flushed as she felt the heart from his body radiating off hers. Smiling smugly, Jareth lifted a hand and moved it to her cheek and moved her eyes back to his as she had looked away to the side.
Feeling his gloved hand against her cheek, Sarah couldn't help but look back at him. Immediately she felt the pull of his intense eyes staring deeply into hers. Sarah felt herself go a little weak in the knees. But, Jareth helped her with that by putting a hand at the dip in her lower back. This also pulled her body closer to his. Jareth ran a finger over her collarbone and put his face right next to hers and whispered, "You're beautiful, Sarah."
Sarah's face reddened by six shades of red. She tried to pull away, but Jareth wasn't having any of that. "Come now, Sarah", he chided in a low seductive whisper, "it's not that bad is it?" Despite herself, Sarah shook her head no. Seeing that he had confused her enough, Jareth pulled her closer in a graceful movement that Sarah hadn't seen coming. Then his soft, thin lips were pressed against her warm soft ones. There was nothing lustful in the kiss. It was just a pure, chaste kiss shared by two new lovers.
(*Wipes away tears from her eyes while she sniffs*) Whew, I cried while I was writing that memory scene. I guess it's pretty bad when you make yourself cry when you're writing. I got it from a memory I had recently when I thought of my little sister. No, she's not dead or anything, but she lives in California while I live in Indiana. I haven't seen her since she was five, and she's turning nine this month. I can't explain why, it's a complicated story.