A/N: Standard disclaimers apply I don't own labyrinth. Also once again
formal apologies if this seems like some other fiction you have read
before, it is not intended to be. I've decided to finish this so id like
to thank the few people who have reviewed this and for humoring my first
attempt at fan fiction.
Sarah felt the sun against her face, she was afraid to open her eyes thinking maybe this had only been a dream. That none of the events of the past couple of weeks happened. She stretched and felt her ring with her other hand. She then turned away from the sunlight and opened her eyes.
Jareth smiled at her. "Good morning, did you sleep well?"
Jareth ran a few of his fingers to move various strands of hair away from her face.
"I almost didn't want to wake up, I thought that maybe this had all been a dream."
Jareth pulled Sarah close to him. He gently stroked her cheek with his hand. He gently lifted her face. He drew close to her and gently took her lips in his. He gently pulled away. "Sarah are you sure about taking the potion?"
"Yes, I am sure, all that matters to me is you."
Jareth smiled, he reached over the bed and found his pants, then sat up and pulled them on. He walked over to the wardrobe and opened it; he seemed to look for a minute, and then pulled out a simple emerald green gown.
"This should do." He handed the dress to Sarah. She pulled it over herself. "Ill return." He kissed her quickly and he slowly walked out the door. He came back in shortly after with another fae.
"Ahhh good morning your majesty. I am to watch over you during the 8 hours it will take for the potion to work. His majesty will also be present." The man seemed to say in one breath. "Drink it quickly it should start working immediately."
Sarah nodded at this she held the cup in her hands took a deep breath and then exhaled. She then gulped the liquid down. Within a few moments Sarah started shaking, she couldn't seem to get warm, she lay down and pulled the covers around her. Then out of nowhere the pain hit her, it found places Sarah didn't know existed, it was as if there was no escape from it, and from that point on all Sarah knew was the pain.
Jareth paced the floor of the room. He didn't realize how hard this would be. As time drew closer to the eighth hour he began to worry, shouldn't the effects be lessening by now?
The clock struck, and still Sarah was incoherent. "What is wrong?" Jareth asked.
"I'm not sure" the other fae said concerned.
He felt her forehead, Sarah was still hot, and sweating and could tell she was still distressed.
The time lingered on, as Sarah was still not coming out of it. "I will fetch another potion master" the fae left quickly.
Jareth sat by the bedside, his head resting on his hands.
"Sire I have brought another potion master." A very lovely woman, who seemed to have a maternal love around her, accompanied the fae.
The woman touched Sarah. "Ahhhh her fae side is fighting the human side of her, it seems her human side is not giving up so easily. This is just a matter of time sire. However I can give you a choice."
Jareth looked at her questioningly.
"You can let the potion take its course she will either became completely fae or completely human or she may die. Or We can reorder time, however that has its consequences as you must know, if you choose to reorder time it will be before she was brought here and events that have happened may not happen."
It was too much for him he could try and let the potion run its course or loose her again. "Do I have to decide now?" He asked.
"No sire, you have until tomorrow morning, after that it will be to late you will just wait it out."
"Thank you." Jareth laid on the bed beside her held her.
The night seemed endless Jareth couldn't sleep, finally he stood up and walked around the castle trying to decide what would be best for Sarah.
"Jareth?" Sarah whispered, her eyes fluttered, she felt peace finally, she wasn't sure what happened. The darkness of the room surrounded her, she looked for him but he wasn't there. She slowly rose out of bed. She was mildly surprised that nothing hurt any longer and she was able to move quite gracefully.
She went the dresser to get the glass of water sitting on it. She nearly dropped her glass, one her eyes was still brown, the other was pure blue. Sarah smiled she knew that was the mark of a fae the mis matched eyes.
Sarah left the room in search of Jareth. She walked along the halls, asking the occasional goblin if they had seen him.
Sarah opened a door and peaked in, she couldn't believe what she saw. Jareth had recreated the crystal ballroom. She walked in the empty room no longer filled with dancers. Jareth was in the corner holding onto something, his head against his knees.
She stepped towards him and gently touched his shoulder. Jareth looked up a smile spread across his face. He stood up and took her into his arms.
"What is that you're holding?" Sarah asked.
"It's the dress you wore, the last time you were in this room."
Sarah touched it gently. "You kept it?"
"Yes to remind me of you."
She smiled at this, she looked into his eyes. Then instantly she had changed the dress she was wearing to the silver dressed. Jareth looked please. He took her hand in his and led her to the middle of the room. He bowed and they began to waltz.
They knew neither time nor place but only each other.
The end...
Sarah felt the sun against her face, she was afraid to open her eyes thinking maybe this had only been a dream. That none of the events of the past couple of weeks happened. She stretched and felt her ring with her other hand. She then turned away from the sunlight and opened her eyes.
Jareth smiled at her. "Good morning, did you sleep well?"
Jareth ran a few of his fingers to move various strands of hair away from her face.
"I almost didn't want to wake up, I thought that maybe this had all been a dream."
Jareth pulled Sarah close to him. He gently stroked her cheek with his hand. He gently lifted her face. He drew close to her and gently took her lips in his. He gently pulled away. "Sarah are you sure about taking the potion?"
"Yes, I am sure, all that matters to me is you."
Jareth smiled, he reached over the bed and found his pants, then sat up and pulled them on. He walked over to the wardrobe and opened it; he seemed to look for a minute, and then pulled out a simple emerald green gown.
"This should do." He handed the dress to Sarah. She pulled it over herself. "Ill return." He kissed her quickly and he slowly walked out the door. He came back in shortly after with another fae.
"Ahhh good morning your majesty. I am to watch over you during the 8 hours it will take for the potion to work. His majesty will also be present." The man seemed to say in one breath. "Drink it quickly it should start working immediately."
Sarah nodded at this she held the cup in her hands took a deep breath and then exhaled. She then gulped the liquid down. Within a few moments Sarah started shaking, she couldn't seem to get warm, she lay down and pulled the covers around her. Then out of nowhere the pain hit her, it found places Sarah didn't know existed, it was as if there was no escape from it, and from that point on all Sarah knew was the pain.
Jareth paced the floor of the room. He didn't realize how hard this would be. As time drew closer to the eighth hour he began to worry, shouldn't the effects be lessening by now?
The clock struck, and still Sarah was incoherent. "What is wrong?" Jareth asked.
"I'm not sure" the other fae said concerned.
He felt her forehead, Sarah was still hot, and sweating and could tell she was still distressed.
The time lingered on, as Sarah was still not coming out of it. "I will fetch another potion master" the fae left quickly.
Jareth sat by the bedside, his head resting on his hands.
"Sire I have brought another potion master." A very lovely woman, who seemed to have a maternal love around her, accompanied the fae.
The woman touched Sarah. "Ahhhh her fae side is fighting the human side of her, it seems her human side is not giving up so easily. This is just a matter of time sire. However I can give you a choice."
Jareth looked at her questioningly.
"You can let the potion take its course she will either became completely fae or completely human or she may die. Or We can reorder time, however that has its consequences as you must know, if you choose to reorder time it will be before she was brought here and events that have happened may not happen."
It was too much for him he could try and let the potion run its course or loose her again. "Do I have to decide now?" He asked.
"No sire, you have until tomorrow morning, after that it will be to late you will just wait it out."
"Thank you." Jareth laid on the bed beside her held her.
The night seemed endless Jareth couldn't sleep, finally he stood up and walked around the castle trying to decide what would be best for Sarah.
"Jareth?" Sarah whispered, her eyes fluttered, she felt peace finally, she wasn't sure what happened. The darkness of the room surrounded her, she looked for him but he wasn't there. She slowly rose out of bed. She was mildly surprised that nothing hurt any longer and she was able to move quite gracefully.
She went the dresser to get the glass of water sitting on it. She nearly dropped her glass, one her eyes was still brown, the other was pure blue. Sarah smiled she knew that was the mark of a fae the mis matched eyes.
Sarah left the room in search of Jareth. She walked along the halls, asking the occasional goblin if they had seen him.
Sarah opened a door and peaked in, she couldn't believe what she saw. Jareth had recreated the crystal ballroom. She walked in the empty room no longer filled with dancers. Jareth was in the corner holding onto something, his head against his knees.
She stepped towards him and gently touched his shoulder. Jareth looked up a smile spread across his face. He stood up and took her into his arms.
"What is that you're holding?" Sarah asked.
"It's the dress you wore, the last time you were in this room."
Sarah touched it gently. "You kept it?"
"Yes to remind me of you."
She smiled at this, she looked into his eyes. Then instantly she had changed the dress she was wearing to the silver dressed. Jareth looked please. He took her hand in his and led her to the middle of the room. He bowed and they began to waltz.
They knew neither time nor place but only each other.
The end...