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.
Breaking away breathlessly, Sarah put her hands on Jareth's chest to steady herself and her emotions. Daring a glance up at Jareth, she saw desire briefly reflected in his eyes, only to be replaced with the normal intensity of his gaze. Suddenly, a smile broke out on Jareth's face quite unexpectedly. Taken by surprise, Sarah asked, "What?"
"I have good news. While I was "brooding" as you put it, I was thinking about what to do about our situation. There's a seer, she's known as Aiserf. If we consult her we may be able to find who you're looking for." The expression of glee spread across the length of Sarah's face, starting with her smile, which widened, and then extended to her eyes that started to dance.
"When can we go see her?" she asked excitedly, her renewed vigor almost palpable. Sobering, Jareth replied, "As soon as you wish. However, Aiserf almost always requires some kind of offering. Choose wisely, because what you bring her more than likely determines how much she'll tell you." Nodding her head in understanding, Sarah thought it over. She owned many things that had value to her, but not to an outsider.
"Jareth, I have a lot of valuable things, but nothing that a seer would possibly want." To help her out, Jareth made a flicking motion with his wrist, and a bag of jewels appeared in his hand. He held it out to her. "I couldn't possibly give her those," Sarah started to object. Jareth interjected, "She may be old and blind, but greed doesn't escape her. She'll take them without hesitation." Sarah laughed at that, and took the bag from Jareth's hand. "Thank you," she said sincerely. Trying to ignore the way she looked at him, he conjured a crystal and threw it up into the air.
As the crystal landed, Sarah found herself standing outside a crudely built hut in the crook of a hillside. She had no idea where she was, and felt a little afraid without Jareth being there with her. Gathering her courage, she clutched the bag tighter in her hand, and pulled back the flap of the hut in front of her. Inside the smell of incense and herbs met her nostrils. There was little light, but she could make out the shape of an elderly woman sitting on a mat on the floor.
Kneeling next to the woman, Sarah waited for her to acknowledge her presence. This way, Sarah was better able to see the woman. She could tell that Aiserf was short even when she was standing. Her face was aged, but not as ugly as she had expected. A small mass of salt and pepper curls were on top of her head.
"I've been waiting for you child. Please, have a seat," the woman said in a raspy, but yet not unpleasant voice. Sarah did as she was told and sat Indian style in front of the seer. "I've brought you something," Sarah said, taking the woman's hand and placing the velvet bag of jewels into her wrinkled palm. Aiserf felt the jewels fondly before setting them down next to her. "I know why you have come here, child. You don't have to explain because I know it will be too painful for you. However, lean forward and let me feel your face."
Reluctantly, Sarah leaned forward just a bit, and Aiserf's warm yet weathered hands felt her face gently. "You're a very pretty girl. I don't need sight to be able to see that. The man that killed your brother is near, yet he is being shielded from you by a very powerful force." Aiserf explained all this and then removed her hands from Sarah's face. "What am I to do?" Sarah asked in a tearful voice. "That my dear, is written in the stars. If I told you, you wouldn't be able to make your own decisions. Now, off with you and let an old woman in a peace."
Standing, Sarah felt a little frustrated at the woman's lack of answers. But, then again, she hadn't really expected a miracle from her either. Pulling back the flap of the tent, a crystal rolled by to some unknown source. Following it, she saw Jareth, his cape billowing behind him in the zephyr and wondered how he had known she was finished. Shrugging it off, she walked over to him. "Did you find what you were looking for?" he asked. Sighing, Sarah replied, "I didn't find out much. Let's get out of here and I'll tell you about it." Jareth complied with her wishes and transported them both back to his castle.
The sheer cliffs that had been surrounding them on all sides as well as the rough and foreign wildness melted into a room that Sarah had never been in before. It had a high vaulted ceiling with a really neat painting covering it. A fireplace adorned one whole wall. A multitude of bookshelves surrounded them. Small table and chairs were placed strategically so there were many places to sit without looking crowded. "What is this place," Sarah asked in an awed whisper. Used to seeing this place all the time, Jareth shrugged. "It's my library. Don't be too impressed, it's really quaint compared to some I've seen before." Despite Jareth's disregard, Sarah still couldn't but me amazed. Imagine owning your own library.
Indicating that they should sit, Sarah sat down in one of the armchairs across from the one he had taken. Leaning forward, Sarah said, "Aiserf told me basically what we already knew. Some force is shielding the man we're looking for, but she didn't tell me what, or what to do about the whole thing. According to her she wants me to make my own decisions."
Nodding, Jareth laid his head back and put a finger to his chin in thought. "I think we should have a ball. What do you think?" he asked seriously. Sarah's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Why would we have a ball at a time like this?" Smiling wolfishly, Jareth replied, "Because, my dear, everyone in the underground will be invited. You don't think the thing that's shielding him is inhuman, do you? Whoever is shielding him obviously has a motive for doing so."
Finally seeing his logic, Sarah grinned, "That's brilliant."
Thanks for reading! Please review!
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.
Breaking away breathlessly, Sarah put her hands on Jareth's chest to steady herself and her emotions. Daring a glance up at Jareth, she saw desire briefly reflected in his eyes, only to be replaced with the normal intensity of his gaze. Suddenly, a smile broke out on Jareth's face quite unexpectedly. Taken by surprise, Sarah asked, "What?"
"I have good news. While I was "brooding" as you put it, I was thinking about what to do about our situation. There's a seer, she's known as Aiserf. If we consult her we may be able to find who you're looking for." The expression of glee spread across the length of Sarah's face, starting with her smile, which widened, and then extended to her eyes that started to dance.
"When can we go see her?" she asked excitedly, her renewed vigor almost palpable. Sobering, Jareth replied, "As soon as you wish. However, Aiserf almost always requires some kind of offering. Choose wisely, because what you bring her more than likely determines how much she'll tell you." Nodding her head in understanding, Sarah thought it over. She owned many things that had value to her, but not to an outsider.
"Jareth, I have a lot of valuable things, but nothing that a seer would possibly want." To help her out, Jareth made a flicking motion with his wrist, and a bag of jewels appeared in his hand. He held it out to her. "I couldn't possibly give her those," Sarah started to object. Jareth interjected, "She may be old and blind, but greed doesn't escape her. She'll take them without hesitation." Sarah laughed at that, and took the bag from Jareth's hand. "Thank you," she said sincerely. Trying to ignore the way she looked at him, he conjured a crystal and threw it up into the air.
As the crystal landed, Sarah found herself standing outside a crudely built hut in the crook of a hillside. She had no idea where she was, and felt a little afraid without Jareth being there with her. Gathering her courage, she clutched the bag tighter in her hand, and pulled back the flap of the hut in front of her. Inside the smell of incense and herbs met her nostrils. There was little light, but she could make out the shape of an elderly woman sitting on a mat on the floor.
Kneeling next to the woman, Sarah waited for her to acknowledge her presence. This way, Sarah was better able to see the woman. She could tell that Aiserf was short even when she was standing. Her face was aged, but not as ugly as she had expected. A small mass of salt and pepper curls were on top of her head.
"I've been waiting for you child. Please, have a seat," the woman said in a raspy, but yet not unpleasant voice. Sarah did as she was told and sat Indian style in front of the seer. "I've brought you something," Sarah said, taking the woman's hand and placing the velvet bag of jewels into her wrinkled palm. Aiserf felt the jewels fondly before setting them down next to her. "I know why you have come here, child. You don't have to explain because I know it will be too painful for you. However, lean forward and let me feel your face."
Reluctantly, Sarah leaned forward just a bit, and Aiserf's warm yet weathered hands felt her face gently. "You're a very pretty girl. I don't need sight to be able to see that. The man that killed your brother is near, yet he is being shielded from you by a very powerful force." Aiserf explained all this and then removed her hands from Sarah's face. "What am I to do?" Sarah asked in a tearful voice. "That my dear, is written in the stars. If I told you, you wouldn't be able to make your own decisions. Now, off with you and let an old woman in a peace."
Standing, Sarah felt a little frustrated at the woman's lack of answers. But, then again, she hadn't really expected a miracle from her either. Pulling back the flap of the tent, a crystal rolled by to some unknown source. Following it, she saw Jareth, his cape billowing behind him in the zephyr and wondered how he had known she was finished. Shrugging it off, she walked over to him. "Did you find what you were looking for?" he asked. Sighing, Sarah replied, "I didn't find out much. Let's get out of here and I'll tell you about it." Jareth complied with her wishes and transported them both back to his castle.
The sheer cliffs that had been surrounding them on all sides as well as the rough and foreign wildness melted into a room that Sarah had never been in before. It had a high vaulted ceiling with a really neat painting covering it. A fireplace adorned one whole wall. A multitude of bookshelves surrounded them. Small table and chairs were placed strategically so there were many places to sit without looking crowded. "What is this place," Sarah asked in an awed whisper. Used to seeing this place all the time, Jareth shrugged. "It's my library. Don't be too impressed, it's really quaint compared to some I've seen before." Despite Jareth's disregard, Sarah still couldn't but me amazed. Imagine owning your own library.
Indicating that they should sit, Sarah sat down in one of the armchairs across from the one he had taken. Leaning forward, Sarah said, "Aiserf told me basically what we already knew. Some force is shielding the man we're looking for, but she didn't tell me what, or what to do about the whole thing. According to her she wants me to make my own decisions."
Nodding, Jareth laid his head back and put a finger to his chin in thought. "I think we should have a ball. What do you think?" he asked seriously. Sarah's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Why would we have a ball at a time like this?" Smiling wolfishly, Jareth replied, "Because, my dear, everyone in the underground will be invited. You don't think the thing that's shielding him is inhuman, do you? Whoever is shielding him obviously has a motive for doing so."
Finally seeing his logic, Sarah grinned, "That's brilliant."
Thanks for reading! Please review!