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.
Come on Eileen Oh I swear (what he means) At this moment, you mean everything With you in that dress my thoughts I confess Verge on dirty Ah come on Eileen ~No Doubt version
The week of the ball arrived, and Jareth had sent out close to ninety something invitations. Luckily, he had been able to leave the decorating and planning up to Sarah. To Sarah's surprise, Jareth had hired many people to help her. Since Jareth didn't really have a designated ballroom, Sarah took the biggest room in the castle and moved any furniture out of it, only leaving the plush leather chairs around the walls.
Sarah and the workers, mostly dwarfs, painted the ceiling a silvery white color and they left the rest of the walls white. They added a skylight into the ceiling to make it more open and airy feeling. Also, since the ball would be at night, this added a nice view of the stars without having to go outside. They added a multitude of crystal chandeliers to the ceiling, and gauzy white curtains and glass beads all over. Sarah personally hated the flooring that had been there previously. So, she added a pink marble floor that set off a bit of color in the room.
Along the walls were many mirrors to give it a more crystal like effect. In her own mind, Sarah was almost trying to recreate the vision of the ball she and Jareth had shared when they had first met. One thing was missing, though, and she wasn't quite sure what it was. Talking it over with Jareth, he assured it that it looked fine. But, thinking it over, it came to her. She added white Greek style pillars, and beside one, she added a thirteen hour clock in plain view.
Admiring her handiwork, Sarah walked around making sure it looked all right. Not noticing Jareth standing in the doorway to the room, she was surprised when she heard clapping coming from somewhere from behind her. Spinning around, she saw Jareth walk into the room with an approving look on his face while clapping his hands. "Well done," he praised.
Sarah blushed a little and looked around trying to ignore the way he was looking at her so intensely. Cupping his chin in his hand to think he said, "It seems familiar though, does it not?" As he said this, his eyes roamed the room more thoroughly, while Sarah's face blushed a deeper crimson.
"So you like it?" she asked hopefully. Jareth nodded his head while smiling at her. "I have to hand it to you, I didn't think you could do it," he teased warmly. Sarah put her hands on her hips and said haughtily, "Of course I could do it. I am a woman after all." Looking her up and down appreciatively, Jareth replied, "Yes, I can see that."
While Sarah's face grew redder than an apple, a goblin scurried and stumbled into the room announcing about as gracefully as he could, "All the guests have committed to attending your majesty." Nodding his head at the little goblin, Jareth turned back to Sarah. "You should get ready. They'll be arriving shortly," he said. Sarah nodded her head in agreement and said, "Right."
Sarah walked down the hallway to the room that Jareth had given her that had previously been just a bare room. It had had absolutely nothing in it, as Sarah discovered to be the case with most of the rooms in his castle. It seemed Jareth lacked the creative knack for decorating that Sarah had acquired.
Once there, Sarah took a hot bath to clean from all the sweat and dirt that had accumulated on her from working so hard on the ballroom. Then she donned her pale pink dress that had been provided for her from Jareth. It resembled the one she wore in the bubble ballroom before, except for a few subtle differences. First, there was the color. Instead of being the chaste white, now it was a more appealing shade of pink. Not being very fond of pink herself, Sarah had groaned when she had first seen it. But, now the color had seemed to grow on her.
The second difference between dresses was this one had short sleeves, but it still had the little puffy sleeves that fell off of her shoulder. The third and final difference that Sarah could see was that this dress showed off a little more chest fruit than the other dress had. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. In the center of the dress was a medium sized emerald, which fell right in between Sarah's breasts. Because of this, she needed no necklace. Pale pink jewels adorned her ears.
Her hair she had pulled back into a half ponytail with curls framing her face, and a multitude of bouncy, chestnut churls being held back in the clasp. She only applied a little makeup, not really seeing the need for excessive amounts. She dabbed her lips with a cherry scented gloss and her eyes with a smooth glaze. On her cheeks she rubbed a bit of rouge. Looking in the mirror to check her appearance, she was surprised to see a very mature, dazzling young woman staring back at her. When she had first came here, her femininity had taken a back seat to finding her baby brother's killer.
During this time all she had worn was a simple shirt and slacks not being concerned about her appearance, but now she had the opportunity to dress like a girl once again. She felt fabulous and couldn't wait for the ball to start. She also felt a little guilty at having a good time since she should really be looking for her brother's killer. Sighing, she looked in the mirror one last time to make sure the dress didn't make her butt look big, and she stepped out of her room to meet the hordes of guests roaming about the castle.
Thanks for reading! Please review. Also, if you haven't heard No Doubt's remaking of Come on Eileen, you should go download it now! I love it!
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.
Come on Eileen Oh I swear (what he means) At this moment, you mean everything With you in that dress my thoughts I confess Verge on dirty Ah come on Eileen ~No Doubt version
The week of the ball arrived, and Jareth had sent out close to ninety something invitations. Luckily, he had been able to leave the decorating and planning up to Sarah. To Sarah's surprise, Jareth had hired many people to help her. Since Jareth didn't really have a designated ballroom, Sarah took the biggest room in the castle and moved any furniture out of it, only leaving the plush leather chairs around the walls.
Sarah and the workers, mostly dwarfs, painted the ceiling a silvery white color and they left the rest of the walls white. They added a skylight into the ceiling to make it more open and airy feeling. Also, since the ball would be at night, this added a nice view of the stars without having to go outside. They added a multitude of crystal chandeliers to the ceiling, and gauzy white curtains and glass beads all over. Sarah personally hated the flooring that had been there previously. So, she added a pink marble floor that set off a bit of color in the room.
Along the walls were many mirrors to give it a more crystal like effect. In her own mind, Sarah was almost trying to recreate the vision of the ball she and Jareth had shared when they had first met. One thing was missing, though, and she wasn't quite sure what it was. Talking it over with Jareth, he assured it that it looked fine. But, thinking it over, it came to her. She added white Greek style pillars, and beside one, she added a thirteen hour clock in plain view.
Admiring her handiwork, Sarah walked around making sure it looked all right. Not noticing Jareth standing in the doorway to the room, she was surprised when she heard clapping coming from somewhere from behind her. Spinning around, she saw Jareth walk into the room with an approving look on his face while clapping his hands. "Well done," he praised.
Sarah blushed a little and looked around trying to ignore the way he was looking at her so intensely. Cupping his chin in his hand to think he said, "It seems familiar though, does it not?" As he said this, his eyes roamed the room more thoroughly, while Sarah's face blushed a deeper crimson.
"So you like it?" she asked hopefully. Jareth nodded his head while smiling at her. "I have to hand it to you, I didn't think you could do it," he teased warmly. Sarah put her hands on her hips and said haughtily, "Of course I could do it. I am a woman after all." Looking her up and down appreciatively, Jareth replied, "Yes, I can see that."
While Sarah's face grew redder than an apple, a goblin scurried and stumbled into the room announcing about as gracefully as he could, "All the guests have committed to attending your majesty." Nodding his head at the little goblin, Jareth turned back to Sarah. "You should get ready. They'll be arriving shortly," he said. Sarah nodded her head in agreement and said, "Right."
Sarah walked down the hallway to the room that Jareth had given her that had previously been just a bare room. It had had absolutely nothing in it, as Sarah discovered to be the case with most of the rooms in his castle. It seemed Jareth lacked the creative knack for decorating that Sarah had acquired.
Once there, Sarah took a hot bath to clean from all the sweat and dirt that had accumulated on her from working so hard on the ballroom. Then she donned her pale pink dress that had been provided for her from Jareth. It resembled the one she wore in the bubble ballroom before, except for a few subtle differences. First, there was the color. Instead of being the chaste white, now it was a more appealing shade of pink. Not being very fond of pink herself, Sarah had groaned when she had first seen it. But, now the color had seemed to grow on her.
The second difference between dresses was this one had short sleeves, but it still had the little puffy sleeves that fell off of her shoulder. The third and final difference that Sarah could see was that this dress showed off a little more chest fruit than the other dress had. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. In the center of the dress was a medium sized emerald, which fell right in between Sarah's breasts. Because of this, she needed no necklace. Pale pink jewels adorned her ears.
Her hair she had pulled back into a half ponytail with curls framing her face, and a multitude of bouncy, chestnut churls being held back in the clasp. She only applied a little makeup, not really seeing the need for excessive amounts. She dabbed her lips with a cherry scented gloss and her eyes with a smooth glaze. On her cheeks she rubbed a bit of rouge. Looking in the mirror to check her appearance, she was surprised to see a very mature, dazzling young woman staring back at her. When she had first came here, her femininity had taken a back seat to finding her baby brother's killer.
During this time all she had worn was a simple shirt and slacks not being concerned about her appearance, but now she had the opportunity to dress like a girl once again. She felt fabulous and couldn't wait for the ball to start. She also felt a little guilty at having a good time since she should really be looking for her brother's killer. Sighing, she looked in the mirror one last time to make sure the dress didn't make her butt look big, and she stepped out of her room to meet the hordes of guests roaming about the castle.
Thanks for reading! Please review. Also, if you haven't heard No Doubt's remaking of Come on Eileen, you should go download it now! I love it!