Times Change, and we with Time
Well, here I finally am with my new story. It's a bit different then I envisioned, but isn't it always? But before we get down to the story, there's a very important note I would like to put here, it's very important that you read it:
Now, as some of you know, I like having another romance in the story besides J/S. Makes for interesting fiction. Now, this story is no different, except for one thing. There is going to be a lesbian relationship in this story, so if you have a problem with that I suggest you leave. I see nothing wrong with it, but I know some do, so it's your own opinion whether you want to read this story or not. I just wrote this so people would know. And for those of you thinking it, no, it is not Sarah who is in a romantic relationship with a woman; this is a Jareth/ Sarah story.
That said, hope you enjoy this story, and remember to review!
Disclaimer: The Labyrinth is not mine, nor any of its characters. All original character are mine, if you would like to use any of them in a story please ask first.
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Chapter 1: A moment
It's amazing how one moment in life can change your entire existence. Your outlook on life, even the way you think. Sometimes these moments are for the best, sometimes they are not. But they happen, whether we want them to or not. Life isn't fair, which most seem to forget, or have not learned. We just have to embrace the fact, and live with it.
But I'm getting ahead of myself…
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To say Sarah was completely changed from going through the Labyrinth three years ago would have been a lie. No one can really change their entire way of life, no matter how hard you try. But she did learn valuable lessons, which made her mature more. She still loved fantasy, though she learned not to say any more magic phrases out loud, and nothing beginning with "I wish".
She was lonely though, with no friends except her ones from the Labyrinth, which she saw every once in a while. And being a senior in High School with no friends is a lonely time indeed. Which is why she was quite happy, that one day when she met most likely the single most interesting person she had ever known.
She had been sitting on a bench outside of her small New England town High school, waiting for the bell to ring. Never mind she was almost an hour early. She always was, getting away from her so-called 'home' as soon as possible.
No matter how hard she had tried, the relationship with her stepmother had not gotten better, so she had finally given up. Her Father barely acknowledged her; so much was he under the thumb of his wife. Her only joy was her sweet three-year-old half brother Toby, who she still had to baby-sit most nights, but she didn't mind so much anymore.
But I'm getting off the subject again. As I was saying, Sarah was sitting on a bench outside of her school, watching the few fellow students who came early for practices and such go by. Mostly it was the cheerleaders, practicing their cheers. They were the stereotypical cheerleading bunch, the most popular girls in school, and ridiculed anyone not like them. So in other-words, Sarah being a 'theater freak', was not even worthy of their words. That was fine with Sarah.
She felt the weight shift on the old wood bench, and turned to see whom was next to her.
She was a pretty girl, around Sarah's age, and probably around 5' 8" or so. Her hair was a mass of red curls, which went to a bit below her shoulders. She had merry gray eyes, and a face that couldn't seem to help but smile. Her clothes were what Sarah really noticed, being rather noticeable, with her black pants, and black shirt, with a long lacey shirt over it, with must have gone halfway to her knees, giving the impression of a spiders web.
"Bonjour…ahem, I mean Hello." Said the girl, who had a very light French accent. (AN: Take my word for it, ok? I can't write accented words well, so you figure it out).
"Hi." Said Sarah. "That's a great outfit. Not many people around here have tastes like ours." Sarah had on a poet's shirt and jeans, as she still fancied wearing them sometimes.
"Thank you." Said the girl. "Yours is very lovely too."
"I'm Sarah Williams, by the way." Said Sarah, shaking hands with the girl.
"Mikayla LaCroix." Said the girl. "Yes, my parents actually named me that. And would you believe my middle name is Whistler?"
Sarah laughed. "I think it's a great name, very romantic sounding. Are you an exchange student, Mikayla?"
"No." said Mikayla. "I am from France, as you can probably tell by my name and accent. I moved to America recently, and loved your town when I passed by it on my travels. So I bought a house here. Oh, and you may call me Mika, it is what people call me often."
"You bought a house?" said Sarah. "What about your parents?"
"My parents died several years ago." Said Mika. "They were very rich explorers. They got their money from rich families. I have spent many years wandering the world."
"Sorry about your parents." Said Sarah. "But wow, that sounds exciting traveling the world."
"Oui, it is." Said Mika. "I have learned much traveling. When my parents died when we were in Africa, the tribe we were staying with adopted me into the tribe. It was quite an experience."
The two girls continued talking, becoming fast friends. When the bell finally rang, Sarah helped Mika find her way around to her classes, which thankfully they were in all the same classes.
At lunchtime, the two sat together, as Mika told Sarah a story about when she had traveled once to Cairo. They were interrupted by one of the football players, who was named Bryan, walking up to the table, his eyes on Mika.
"And who might you be?" he asked, flashing his (he though at least) perfect smile.
"Not even remotely interested." Said Mika, rolling her eyes. " Mon ami Sarah and I are having a private conversation. Take the hint."
Now, as captain of the football team, and the big man on campus, he was not used to being rejected. So how did he react? Badly, of course.
"And why aren't you interested?" he asked. "What are you, a faggot? Yeah, maybe you're not interested in boys, so much as your "mon ami" Sarah. Ain't mon ami French for my love?"
"Listen you tiny brained son of a window dresser," Sarah Mika, standing up to face Bryan. "First of all, mon ami means 'my friend'. You would know that if you knew anything at all French, which apparently you do not have the brain capacity for. And faggot is a very offensive term, especially considering in your narrow mindedness you know not what you speak of. And even if I am more interested in girls, that is none of your business. Now leave my sight before I am forced to do something you will regret."
Taken aback by Mika's rant, Bryan did leave, but not before stuttering a few incomprehensible words.
" 'Son of a window dresser'?" said Sarah, trying not to laugh.
"So I'm a Monty Python and the Holy Grail fan, sue me." Said Mika. "Uh…Sarah, mon ami, you don't have a problem with me being as I am, do you?"
Sarah shrugged. "Hey, how you life your life is up to you. I don't have a problem with it."
"That is good." Said Mika. "Now if only more people would have that sort of view…"
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From that day on, Mikayla and Sarah were the best of friends. They were always seen together, whether it was shopping at the renaissance clothes shop, waiting in line at the bookstore for the latest volume in their favorite series, or just hanging out at Mika's house, which Sarah loved, with all its exotic knick-knacks from around the world.
Sarah's parents immediately like Mika, yes; even her stepmother could help liking Mika, with her polite manners. More often than not one would sleep over at the other's house; sometimes bringing Toby to Mika's if Sarah's parents went out, which was quite often. Toby also loved Mika, as she cared for him so. Mika had been an only child, but had met children on her travels, so she was good with them.
It had been one night like many others, with Sarah and Toby staying over at Mika's house, while her parents were out of town. Sarah was watching t.v. with Toby, while Mika was painting. Painting was one of Mika's passions, and she was quite the artist.
It was a stormy night, with the rain pattering on the house, before becoming stronger.
The phone rang, and Mika went to pick it up. "Hello, LaCroix Residence."
Mika listened to the voice on the other end, as her eyes opened wide. "Yes, I'll tell her." She finally said, before hanging up.
"Sarah, I think you should sit down for this." Said Mika, settling down on the couch absently.
"I am sitting down, Mika. What was the phone call about?" asked Sarah. She was worried, her friend looked shocked.
"That was the police." Said Mika. "They said they found your parents car on the highway. They got my number from a neighbor of yours they called, after there was no answer at your house…"
"What, did it break down and they abandoned it?" asked Sarah, interrupting Mika.
"No, they didn't." said Mika. "Apparently the road was slick from it raining, and they took the curve too fast…I'm sorry Sarah, but they're dead…"
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One moment, one instant, one word can change our life forever. Time we wish we could change, but can't. Some things are meant to be. Times Change, and we with Time. This is how things have been since Time began.
Not that we always like the outcome.
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Well, I'm very satisfied with how this chapter turned out. And kudos to anyone who knows the whole quote for "Times Change". Hope you enjoyed this first chapter, and remember…
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Emerald, The Lady Destiny a.k.a. Emmy-chan