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.
The wind howled and the lighted candles flickered in their bronze sconces as a storm started to roll in. Sarah sat at an open, arched stone window, enjoying the breeze playing with her hair. She loved storms, one thing she could never get enough of. Jareth had confined her to a minimum of walking and a lot of sitting and lying around. Sarah was in her eighth month now, and because of the baby growing in her and getting ready to be born, she often thought of her family back on earth. Had they moved on? Had they had more kids? Sarah didn't know, and she didn't want to know.
Some things were better left alone. Besides, her life was here now with Jareth and their child. A child that was obviously very anxious to be born. Sarah hardly ever got a moments rest, as the baby would kick around ceaselessly. Putting a hand to her swollen stomach, she sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Aiserf was nowhere to be found after the whole Anaoshak incident.
Which, with Aiserf being a hermit and all, as well as old, it was very odd not to find her in her hut. Sarah wondered if they'd ever find her or learn where she had gone. Jareth appeared directly in front of Sarah, startling her out of her reverie. "You really shouldn't be sitting in the open air like that," he chided, while placing a warm knitted shawl across her shoulders. Sarah shrugged as if to say, so? "I checked Aiserf's hut for the third time, and I assure you Sarah, she wasn't there. I don't know where she could've gone, but I suppose we won't know that unless she wants us to."
Feeling a bit sad at the disappearance of the kind, old woman, Sarah speculated, "I wonder how she killed him." "Aiserf is, or was, a very powerful sorcerer. I don't remember what happened as I wasn't born when she was sentenced." Her dark brows knitting together in confusion, Sarah asked, "What do you mean sentenced?" Jareth ran a hand through his blonde mane. "I've heard stories as to why, but none of them real. All I know is that her punishment was her blindness. But, that was such a long time ago, I doubt anyone remembers what really happened."
Jareth moved behind Sarah and put his arms around her stomach. His gloved hands made smooth circles all over her bulging abdomen. Sarah sighed in bliss, and leaned her head back against Jareth's chest. "Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?" she asked. Wrapping his arms tighter around her, he said, "Does it matter?" Sarah nodded her head vehemently and replied, "Of course it matters."
"In that case, a girl?" Jareth guessed. For some reason, Sarah could've sworn that she felt the baby kick harder as he said that, as if to protest. "I don't know, I get the feeling it's a boy for some odd reason," Sarah stated. Jareth chuckled. "Mother knows best." Sarah turned around and punched him in the arm. "Knock it off," she said crossly. Looking back out the window, Sarah noticed the storm had started to die down. "It's a pity it's leaving," she muttered moodily.
Later that evening, Sarah lied in bed and listened to Jareth's peaceful breathing. She wished desperately that she could fall asleep, even if it was for just a few hours. Rolling over onto her side, which was no easy feat, Sarah felt her eyes start to droop, and the constant thumping in her stomach relax. Sarah fell into a deep sleep. A dream came to her during the night, which was more of a revelation.
Aiserf appeared to her, looking the same as always, except there was something about her. Something that seemed more peaceful than Sarah had ever seen her. Sarah started in alarm to find that she was no longer pregnant. Aiserf must've noticed her shock because she said, "Don't worry child, the baby is still safe in your womb in the land of the waking. I thought it would be traumatic to the child to bring it into the dream world. However, would you like to see what your baby is going to look like?"
Sarah hesitated. Did she really want to spoil the surprise? Then again, the curiosity was eating away at her. "Yes," she said hoarsely, voice full of emotion. Aiserf pointed to a cradle that must've been hidden in the shadows, as she hadn't seen it there before. Sarah gulped and moved closer to it. Peering down over the edge, she gasped at what she saw.
"Oh my God, he looks exactly like Toby!" Sarah's hand flew to her mouth. "Yes, child, I was wondering when you would understand. You see, for every life that is to be, an old life must be extinguished. It's the way that the world must operate in order for a balance between life and death to exist," Aiserf explained wisely.
"Aiserf," Sarah said suddenly, "why did they sentence you to be blind?" Aiserf chuckled. "It's not as bad as everyone thinks they remember. I fell in love with a powerful king that was already married. To make a long story short, we had an affair, and his wife took me to court. You know that old expression love is blind, well I guess the court thought it was poetic justice," Aiserf said bitterly, recalling the memory.
"That's awful," Sarah said. "Yes," Aiserf agreed. "I must go now, child. Don't continue to search for me either, I'm in a place that's not accessible by normal means. I can offer one piece of advice before I go. Live for today, it's a gift, which's why it's called the present. Don't dwell in the past. It's water under the bridge," Aiserf whispered, fading before Sarah's eyes.
Sarah jolted awake in a cold sweat. "It was just a dream," she mumbled to herself, while placing a hand on her chest to still her beating heart. That's when Sarah felt something burst from below and a gush of wetness between her thighs. Shaking Jareth awake, Sarah practically screamed in pain, "Oh no, not now." Jareth shot up, wide-awake, "What?" he asked dumbly. Sarah grabbed onto his arm and started to breathe hurriedly, in and out. "Ohhh," she moaned, "I think I've gone into labor."
This is the second to last chapter. Wow, I didn't expect to get so many reviews after I had gotten so few before. It's not the reviews that I care about, it's just when the reviews start to die down it makes me feel like no one's reading it. I'm sorry if I sound naggy, but I'm really not trying to be. I'm sorry for this story. I had imagined greater things for it, but I guess I'm guilty of losing interest, too. I promise though, my next story will be a lot better. It's more planned out and there's more characters and plot twists. Review if you want, if not, don't worry about it, the next chapter is the last no matter what. Ciao.
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.
The wind howled and the lighted candles flickered in their bronze sconces as a storm started to roll in. Sarah sat at an open, arched stone window, enjoying the breeze playing with her hair. She loved storms, one thing she could never get enough of. Jareth had confined her to a minimum of walking and a lot of sitting and lying around. Sarah was in her eighth month now, and because of the baby growing in her and getting ready to be born, she often thought of her family back on earth. Had they moved on? Had they had more kids? Sarah didn't know, and she didn't want to know.
Some things were better left alone. Besides, her life was here now with Jareth and their child. A child that was obviously very anxious to be born. Sarah hardly ever got a moments rest, as the baby would kick around ceaselessly. Putting a hand to her swollen stomach, she sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Aiserf was nowhere to be found after the whole Anaoshak incident.
Which, with Aiserf being a hermit and all, as well as old, it was very odd not to find her in her hut. Sarah wondered if they'd ever find her or learn where she had gone. Jareth appeared directly in front of Sarah, startling her out of her reverie. "You really shouldn't be sitting in the open air like that," he chided, while placing a warm knitted shawl across her shoulders. Sarah shrugged as if to say, so? "I checked Aiserf's hut for the third time, and I assure you Sarah, she wasn't there. I don't know where she could've gone, but I suppose we won't know that unless she wants us to."
Feeling a bit sad at the disappearance of the kind, old woman, Sarah speculated, "I wonder how she killed him." "Aiserf is, or was, a very powerful sorcerer. I don't remember what happened as I wasn't born when she was sentenced." Her dark brows knitting together in confusion, Sarah asked, "What do you mean sentenced?" Jareth ran a hand through his blonde mane. "I've heard stories as to why, but none of them real. All I know is that her punishment was her blindness. But, that was such a long time ago, I doubt anyone remembers what really happened."
Jareth moved behind Sarah and put his arms around her stomach. His gloved hands made smooth circles all over her bulging abdomen. Sarah sighed in bliss, and leaned her head back against Jareth's chest. "Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?" she asked. Wrapping his arms tighter around her, he said, "Does it matter?" Sarah nodded her head vehemently and replied, "Of course it matters."
"In that case, a girl?" Jareth guessed. For some reason, Sarah could've sworn that she felt the baby kick harder as he said that, as if to protest. "I don't know, I get the feeling it's a boy for some odd reason," Sarah stated. Jareth chuckled. "Mother knows best." Sarah turned around and punched him in the arm. "Knock it off," she said crossly. Looking back out the window, Sarah noticed the storm had started to die down. "It's a pity it's leaving," she muttered moodily.
Later that evening, Sarah lied in bed and listened to Jareth's peaceful breathing. She wished desperately that she could fall asleep, even if it was for just a few hours. Rolling over onto her side, which was no easy feat, Sarah felt her eyes start to droop, and the constant thumping in her stomach relax. Sarah fell into a deep sleep. A dream came to her during the night, which was more of a revelation.
Aiserf appeared to her, looking the same as always, except there was something about her. Something that seemed more peaceful than Sarah had ever seen her. Sarah started in alarm to find that she was no longer pregnant. Aiserf must've noticed her shock because she said, "Don't worry child, the baby is still safe in your womb in the land of the waking. I thought it would be traumatic to the child to bring it into the dream world. However, would you like to see what your baby is going to look like?"
Sarah hesitated. Did she really want to spoil the surprise? Then again, the curiosity was eating away at her. "Yes," she said hoarsely, voice full of emotion. Aiserf pointed to a cradle that must've been hidden in the shadows, as she hadn't seen it there before. Sarah gulped and moved closer to it. Peering down over the edge, she gasped at what she saw.
"Oh my God, he looks exactly like Toby!" Sarah's hand flew to her mouth. "Yes, child, I was wondering when you would understand. You see, for every life that is to be, an old life must be extinguished. It's the way that the world must operate in order for a balance between life and death to exist," Aiserf explained wisely.
"Aiserf," Sarah said suddenly, "why did they sentence you to be blind?" Aiserf chuckled. "It's not as bad as everyone thinks they remember. I fell in love with a powerful king that was already married. To make a long story short, we had an affair, and his wife took me to court. You know that old expression love is blind, well I guess the court thought it was poetic justice," Aiserf said bitterly, recalling the memory.
"That's awful," Sarah said. "Yes," Aiserf agreed. "I must go now, child. Don't continue to search for me either, I'm in a place that's not accessible by normal means. I can offer one piece of advice before I go. Live for today, it's a gift, which's why it's called the present. Don't dwell in the past. It's water under the bridge," Aiserf whispered, fading before Sarah's eyes.
Sarah jolted awake in a cold sweat. "It was just a dream," she mumbled to herself, while placing a hand on her chest to still her beating heart. That's when Sarah felt something burst from below and a gush of wetness between her thighs. Shaking Jareth awake, Sarah practically screamed in pain, "Oh no, not now." Jareth shot up, wide-awake, "What?" he asked dumbly. Sarah grabbed onto his arm and started to breathe hurriedly, in and out. "Ohhh," she moaned, "I think I've gone into labor."
This is the second to last chapter. Wow, I didn't expect to get so many reviews after I had gotten so few before. It's not the reviews that I care about, it's just when the reviews start to die down it makes me feel like no one's reading it. I'm sorry if I sound naggy, but I'm really not trying to be. I'm sorry for this story. I had imagined greater things for it, but I guess I'm guilty of losing interest, too. I promise though, my next story will be a lot better. It's more planned out and there's more characters and plot twists. Review if you want, if not, don't worry about it, the next chapter is the last no matter what. Ciao.