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.
Jareth paced back and forth, back and forth agitatedly outside the door to the room set up for Sarah to give birth in. He felt so helpless as he imagined Sarah in there all by herself with the nursemaid. Personally, he didn't like this feeling of helplessness. Cutting his losses, he opened the door and peered around the edge. The nursemaid hadn't noticed him yet, but Jareth figured that after about six hours of waiting he had a right to know what was going on.
Hearing the door squeak open, the stout little nursemaid turned and glared at Jareth warningly. "Sire, if you don't want me to club you, then you might want to leave," she said honestly with a hint of respect. Jareth sighed and cast one last glance at Sarah's frail, sweaty form lying on the bed. Closing the door reluctantly, he resumed his pacing.
Snapping his fingers, he conjured a crystal, but the old maid must've known he would try that, as he saw her shaking her fist up at him. Jareth groaned audibly and banished the crystal. So what if he was worried, his beloved had gone into labor prematurely after all. He had a right to know that his child was going to be OK, as well as his love. That's when a wail so loud that it startled Jareth came from the other side of the door.
It was music to Jareth's ears! Bursting through the door excitedly, he laid eyes on Sarah looking fragile sitting halfway up in the bed holding a bloody newborn to her chest lovingly. Afraid to move or even breathe that it might spoil the moment, Jareth stopped in his tracks and just stared. "Well, go on," the old nursemaid chided teasingly. Jareth gulped and Sarah looked up with tears in her eyes. Shifting the baby in her arms, she raised a hand and held it out to him.
Jareth resumed walking forward and took her hand and placed a kiss on it. He couldn't take his eyes off of her or his son. The moment was so great he didn't want it to end. Sarah slid over to make room for him to sit on the bed. As he sat down, Sarah asked, "Would you like to hold him?" Jareth looked stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Him? So, it's a boy?" Sarah nodded her head happily, and handed Jareth his son. "Watch his head," she warned.
Having handled many babies and infants before, Jareth knew what he was doing, but no child had he ever held had been so precious to him before than this one. Jareth leaned over and kissed Sarah on her forehead despite the fact it was caked in dried sweat. "Have you picked a name yet?" Jareth asked. Sarah nodded, and said, "Yes, but I waited to see what you think first. Is there a name that you want right off?" Jareth shook his head no and shrugged, "Any name you give our child is fine with me."
Sarah smiled and laughed, but then turned serious. She fidgeted nervously with the sheets for a moment before saying shyly, "I was thinking about the name Toby." Jareth grinned widely. "I always had liked the little chap. I think we should name him Toby, he's got his eyes," Jareth stated. Sarah smiled happily, taking her son, Toby, back into her arms. "Toby it is then," she agreed, happy for the first time in weeks.
A few weeks later Sarah sat at a desk in Jareth's study, writing down things in her journal. This is what she wrote:
Dear Journal, Toby is three weeks old to date, and already he's such a handful. He's showing intelligence early, just like my brother did. He also resembles him a great deal, just as Aiserf showed me he would. I'm grateful for her and everything she did, and I wish that there was some way I could see her again, but I know that isn't possible. I still haven't figured out how she was able to kill Anaoshak with him being immortal, but the only thing I can think is that somehow she knew that my son was to be born, and for that to happen to a life had to be taken. Maybe it's farfetched, but then again, maybe it's not. Anything's possible, if I've learned one that thing, that would be it.
Also, as Aiserf taught me, don't dwell in the past. Remembering is beneficial, but if you dwell on it then you begin to live in the past, when you should be living in the present and looking towards the future. One more thing, and then I have to stop writing because Toby needs to be fed. I miss my brother; I miss him with every fiber of my being. He's dead in body, but not in spirit. Just because someone dies doesn't mean that they can't live in memory. That said, Toby isn't dead, he's still alive in me, in the hearts and minds of anyone who reads this, and especially in my child. But, recalling all this is forcing me to live in the past. I'm ready to live in the present now.
The End
Whew, that last chapter was deep. Who knew I could write something that stodgy? Oh well, I'm sorry if it was too sappy. On to the next story, which is called I Guess I'll go Underground ('Cause I'm a Slave for You). Neat title huh? I promise this next one will include Sarah's friends, this one I just couldn't find a spot for them, and I'm sorry for that. Thank you to everyone who supported me. I just want to say, "You love me, you really love me." LOL. OK, thank you everyone very much for reading! I really, really appreciate and I just love you guys so much. (*Big hugs*)~Jennifer
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.
Jareth paced back and forth, back and forth agitatedly outside the door to the room set up for Sarah to give birth in. He felt so helpless as he imagined Sarah in there all by herself with the nursemaid. Personally, he didn't like this feeling of helplessness. Cutting his losses, he opened the door and peered around the edge. The nursemaid hadn't noticed him yet, but Jareth figured that after about six hours of waiting he had a right to know what was going on.
Hearing the door squeak open, the stout little nursemaid turned and glared at Jareth warningly. "Sire, if you don't want me to club you, then you might want to leave," she said honestly with a hint of respect. Jareth sighed and cast one last glance at Sarah's frail, sweaty form lying on the bed. Closing the door reluctantly, he resumed his pacing.
Snapping his fingers, he conjured a crystal, but the old maid must've known he would try that, as he saw her shaking her fist up at him. Jareth groaned audibly and banished the crystal. So what if he was worried, his beloved had gone into labor prematurely after all. He had a right to know that his child was going to be OK, as well as his love. That's when a wail so loud that it startled Jareth came from the other side of the door.
It was music to Jareth's ears! Bursting through the door excitedly, he laid eyes on Sarah looking fragile sitting halfway up in the bed holding a bloody newborn to her chest lovingly. Afraid to move or even breathe that it might spoil the moment, Jareth stopped in his tracks and just stared. "Well, go on," the old nursemaid chided teasingly. Jareth gulped and Sarah looked up with tears in her eyes. Shifting the baby in her arms, she raised a hand and held it out to him.
Jareth resumed walking forward and took her hand and placed a kiss on it. He couldn't take his eyes off of her or his son. The moment was so great he didn't want it to end. Sarah slid over to make room for him to sit on the bed. As he sat down, Sarah asked, "Would you like to hold him?" Jareth looked stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Him? So, it's a boy?" Sarah nodded her head happily, and handed Jareth his son. "Watch his head," she warned.
Having handled many babies and infants before, Jareth knew what he was doing, but no child had he ever held had been so precious to him before than this one. Jareth leaned over and kissed Sarah on her forehead despite the fact it was caked in dried sweat. "Have you picked a name yet?" Jareth asked. Sarah nodded, and said, "Yes, but I waited to see what you think first. Is there a name that you want right off?" Jareth shook his head no and shrugged, "Any name you give our child is fine with me."
Sarah smiled and laughed, but then turned serious. She fidgeted nervously with the sheets for a moment before saying shyly, "I was thinking about the name Toby." Jareth grinned widely. "I always had liked the little chap. I think we should name him Toby, he's got his eyes," Jareth stated. Sarah smiled happily, taking her son, Toby, back into her arms. "Toby it is then," she agreed, happy for the first time in weeks.
A few weeks later Sarah sat at a desk in Jareth's study, writing down things in her journal. This is what she wrote:
Dear Journal, Toby is three weeks old to date, and already he's such a handful. He's showing intelligence early, just like my brother did. He also resembles him a great deal, just as Aiserf showed me he would. I'm grateful for her and everything she did, and I wish that there was some way I could see her again, but I know that isn't possible. I still haven't figured out how she was able to kill Anaoshak with him being immortal, but the only thing I can think is that somehow she knew that my son was to be born, and for that to happen to a life had to be taken. Maybe it's farfetched, but then again, maybe it's not. Anything's possible, if I've learned one that thing, that would be it.
Also, as Aiserf taught me, don't dwell in the past. Remembering is beneficial, but if you dwell on it then you begin to live in the past, when you should be living in the present and looking towards the future. One more thing, and then I have to stop writing because Toby needs to be fed. I miss my brother; I miss him with every fiber of my being. He's dead in body, but not in spirit. Just because someone dies doesn't mean that they can't live in memory. That said, Toby isn't dead, he's still alive in me, in the hearts and minds of anyone who reads this, and especially in my child. But, recalling all this is forcing me to live in the past. I'm ready to live in the present now.
The End
Whew, that last chapter was deep. Who knew I could write something that stodgy? Oh well, I'm sorry if it was too sappy. On to the next story, which is called I Guess I'll go Underground ('Cause I'm a Slave for You). Neat title huh? I promise this next one will include Sarah's friends, this one I just couldn't find a spot for them, and I'm sorry for that. Thank you to everyone who supported me. I just want to say, "You love me, you really love me." LOL. OK, thank you everyone very much for reading! I really, really appreciate and I just love you guys so much. (*Big hugs*)~Jennifer