Baby Brother
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
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.
This next chapter is a bit sad and ends a little abruptly and I'm sorry for that. I didn't have much time to write this, which's why it's short. But, the next chapters will conclude the story. I decided there's no need to drag it out as I had planned since people have suddenly lost interest.
The days that followed were both sad and eventful for both Sarah and Jareth. To Sarah's delight, she had discovered she was pregnant. But, the happiness didn't last for too long as one morning she awoke surrounded in her own blood. "Jareth!" she had wailed in panic. Jareth started beside her and jumped out of their bed. "What is it?" he asked, but immediately felt dumb as he saw the puddle of blood seeping from her abdomen. "I lost the baby," Sarah cried miserably. In a vain attempt to comfort her, Jareth sat down on a dry spot on the bed and put his arms around her and rocked her gently.
When Sarah's baby left her womb prematurely, it must've taken a part of Sarah along with it. In the weeks that followed she lost interest in intimate moments with Jareth, as well as the usual things that had made her happy. Not knowing what to do about Sarah's depression, Jareth dug himself into his work. He had written long letters at night to the court that ruled over the land, pleading with them to serve out justice. He had gotten a reply a while later saying that if he could in fact prove that Anaoshak and the mortal Charley were in deed guilty of the mortal Toby's death, that they would help Jareth and Sarah in their plight.
With his head in his hands, Jareth thought long and hard about where to obtain substantial evidence to sustain their plea. Thinking it over, a thought unraveled in his head. Aiserf, the seer was the answer. Smacking himself soundly in the head, he almost kicked himself for not thinking of it earlier. Aiserf was a good weaver of truth. If the people of the court were able to make Anaoshak and Charley appear for a trial, then Aiserf could discern whether or not they were truthful. This also entailed a problem. Aiserf didn't entirely trust Jareth. Someone that she liked would have to persuade her. This someone would have to be Sarah.
Knocking lightly on Sarah's door just in case she was sleeping, as she did often now, Jareth opened the door to see her staring forlornly at herself in the mirror. Putting down the brush that she had been running through her hair, Sarah turned and looked at him with a blank expression. Standing directly behind her, he bent at the waist and whispered in her ear what he had discovered intimately. Sarah's eyes shone with hope and happiness, something that Jareth hadn't seen there in almost two months.
Hopping out of the chair, full of bubbly renewed energy, she threw her arms around Jareth's neck and placed little kisses all over his face. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said over and over again in a singsong voice in between smooches. Jareth laughed warmly at her new demeanor. Brushing back the loose strands of chestnut hair that had fallen into her face, Jareth watched her eyes roam his face. "Sarah?" he asked uncertainly, not sure what was going on in her mind.
Smiling bright, Sarah put both of her warm, small hands on either side of his face and pulled it towards her own. She stopped when his lips were a few inches from her own, and then let her hands drop. The waiting was killing Jareth, so he buried his fingers in her hair and thrust his lips forward to meet hers. Kissing her deeply, she let his tongue roam her mouth, something he hadn't been allowed to do for quite sometime. Pulling back when they were both out of breath, Sarah gave Jareth a dark and seductive look. Then she smiled mischievously, and pulled him towards the bed.
Jareth used his hands and mouth to worship and caress her with a longing and passion that he had suppressed for so long. Sarah let his warm, grazing hands untie the sash on her robe and let it drop to the floor beside the bed. Their passions were a flame that night that weren't distinguished until the wee hours of the morning.
That day, Jareth took Sarah to Aiserf's hut for a second time. Taking a deep breath, Sarah pulled back the flap of the tent to be greeted with the heady medicinal smell of herbs and flowers. Aiserf sat in exactly the same place in exactly the same position as before. This time, Sarah brought a trunk full of jewels as well as bags full of mince pies and poultry that could feed an army. This put Aiserf in a decidedly better mood than when Sarah had first showed up. Sitting down beside the old woman, Sarah got down to business.
"Aiserf, I'm taking the people that killed my brother to the court here. We need you to help us discern the truth from lies when they take the stand so we can prove their guilt. Please, Aiserf, it would mean so much to me," Sarah pleaded earnestly. Hearing the desperation in the young woman's voice, Aiserf agreed. "All right, child. But, just don't let word of my generosity get around." Squealing with delight, Sarah hugged Aiserf to her without thinking. Aiserf pretended to be perturbed by Sarah's show of affection, but deep down she was touched. She hadn't been hugged for nearly half a century.
Sarah hid her grin, even though it wasn't necessary since Aiserf was blind; she ducked her head out of the tent to see Jareth watching her intently. Her grim look suddenly turned into a joyful smile and Jareth knew that Aiserf had agreed without asking. Wrapping Sarah in a tight hug, he asked, "Are you ready to go home?" Startled at first, but then Sarah realized he meant back to the castle. Sarah shook her head yes.
Time passed slowly while Jareth waited on the letters from the court that said Charley and Anaoshak had been summoned to court. Unlike the courts aboveground, the penalty was far harsher for not showing up for a court date. It depended on the crime you were being charged of how severe the punishment was, but any one of them was guaranteed to be unpleasant. Sarah fretted constantly now and rarely ate. She claimed it would upset her stomach. Jareth feared that she was pregnant again, and all the stress would inevitably cause her to lose a second baby.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my computer, and I definitely don't own Labyrinth.
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.
This next chapter is a bit sad and ends a little abruptly and I'm sorry for that. I didn't have much time to write this, which's why it's short. But, the next chapters will conclude the story. I decided there's no need to drag it out as I had planned since people have suddenly lost interest.
The days that followed were both sad and eventful for both Sarah and Jareth. To Sarah's delight, she had discovered she was pregnant. But, the happiness didn't last for too long as one morning she awoke surrounded in her own blood. "Jareth!" she had wailed in panic. Jareth started beside her and jumped out of their bed. "What is it?" he asked, but immediately felt dumb as he saw the puddle of blood seeping from her abdomen. "I lost the baby," Sarah cried miserably. In a vain attempt to comfort her, Jareth sat down on a dry spot on the bed and put his arms around her and rocked her gently.
When Sarah's baby left her womb prematurely, it must've taken a part of Sarah along with it. In the weeks that followed she lost interest in intimate moments with Jareth, as well as the usual things that had made her happy. Not knowing what to do about Sarah's depression, Jareth dug himself into his work. He had written long letters at night to the court that ruled over the land, pleading with them to serve out justice. He had gotten a reply a while later saying that if he could in fact prove that Anaoshak and the mortal Charley were in deed guilty of the mortal Toby's death, that they would help Jareth and Sarah in their plight.
With his head in his hands, Jareth thought long and hard about where to obtain substantial evidence to sustain their plea. Thinking it over, a thought unraveled in his head. Aiserf, the seer was the answer. Smacking himself soundly in the head, he almost kicked himself for not thinking of it earlier. Aiserf was a good weaver of truth. If the people of the court were able to make Anaoshak and Charley appear for a trial, then Aiserf could discern whether or not they were truthful. This also entailed a problem. Aiserf didn't entirely trust Jareth. Someone that she liked would have to persuade her. This someone would have to be Sarah.
Knocking lightly on Sarah's door just in case she was sleeping, as she did often now, Jareth opened the door to see her staring forlornly at herself in the mirror. Putting down the brush that she had been running through her hair, Sarah turned and looked at him with a blank expression. Standing directly behind her, he bent at the waist and whispered in her ear what he had discovered intimately. Sarah's eyes shone with hope and happiness, something that Jareth hadn't seen there in almost two months.
Hopping out of the chair, full of bubbly renewed energy, she threw her arms around Jareth's neck and placed little kisses all over his face. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said over and over again in a singsong voice in between smooches. Jareth laughed warmly at her new demeanor. Brushing back the loose strands of chestnut hair that had fallen into her face, Jareth watched her eyes roam his face. "Sarah?" he asked uncertainly, not sure what was going on in her mind.
Smiling bright, Sarah put both of her warm, small hands on either side of his face and pulled it towards her own. She stopped when his lips were a few inches from her own, and then let her hands drop. The waiting was killing Jareth, so he buried his fingers in her hair and thrust his lips forward to meet hers. Kissing her deeply, she let his tongue roam her mouth, something he hadn't been allowed to do for quite sometime. Pulling back when they were both out of breath, Sarah gave Jareth a dark and seductive look. Then she smiled mischievously, and pulled him towards the bed.
Jareth used his hands and mouth to worship and caress her with a longing and passion that he had suppressed for so long. Sarah let his warm, grazing hands untie the sash on her robe and let it drop to the floor beside the bed. Their passions were a flame that night that weren't distinguished until the wee hours of the morning.
That day, Jareth took Sarah to Aiserf's hut for a second time. Taking a deep breath, Sarah pulled back the flap of the tent to be greeted with the heady medicinal smell of herbs and flowers. Aiserf sat in exactly the same place in exactly the same position as before. This time, Sarah brought a trunk full of jewels as well as bags full of mince pies and poultry that could feed an army. This put Aiserf in a decidedly better mood than when Sarah had first showed up. Sitting down beside the old woman, Sarah got down to business.
"Aiserf, I'm taking the people that killed my brother to the court here. We need you to help us discern the truth from lies when they take the stand so we can prove their guilt. Please, Aiserf, it would mean so much to me," Sarah pleaded earnestly. Hearing the desperation in the young woman's voice, Aiserf agreed. "All right, child. But, just don't let word of my generosity get around." Squealing with delight, Sarah hugged Aiserf to her without thinking. Aiserf pretended to be perturbed by Sarah's show of affection, but deep down she was touched. She hadn't been hugged for nearly half a century.
Sarah hid her grin, even though it wasn't necessary since Aiserf was blind; she ducked her head out of the tent to see Jareth watching her intently. Her grim look suddenly turned into a joyful smile and Jareth knew that Aiserf had agreed without asking. Wrapping Sarah in a tight hug, he asked, "Are you ready to go home?" Startled at first, but then Sarah realized he meant back to the castle. Sarah shook her head yes.
Time passed slowly while Jareth waited on the letters from the court that said Charley and Anaoshak had been summoned to court. Unlike the courts aboveground, the penalty was far harsher for not showing up for a court date. It depended on the crime you were being charged of how severe the punishment was, but any one of them was guaranteed to be unpleasant. Sarah fretted constantly now and rarely ate. She claimed it would upset her stomach. Jareth feared that she was pregnant again, and all the stress would inevitably cause her to lose a second baby.