Coming Around
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. I don't in any way own them. I just like to sit in my dark room and write stories about them. Please don't sue me, either. I have no money at all.
Summary: Sarah thinks about letting Jareth go, but is then offered a chance to save his life. What will she choose.
It's okay. I am alive and healthy. I have just been over worked the last couple of months and had to take a break from writing. I went on a little trip to the Caribbean and was then encouraged to write, but I had no computer unless I paid about ten dollars a minute. Now that I am back in the U.S.A, I am ready to present another chapter to all of you. So enjoy and please leave any feedback that you have on the way out.
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Sarah awoke to what she thought was the beating of a drum. It felt and sounded like someone was pounding the beat into the ground she had been sleeping on. She realized that it wasn't the ground she was lying on, but it was Jareth's chest, and the beat that she was hearing was really his heartbeat.
She opened her eyes and sat up to look at Jareth. His breathing had become more raspy than before and he was very pale. Sarah didn't know if it was the light playing tricks on her eyes, but it looked like Jareth was beginning to turn a shade of gray.
"Sarah," a voice said. Sarah turned her eyes away from Jareth and looked to the door to see Hoggle standing there. He looked worried. "Sarah, it's been two days since you arrived here. Please eat something. Your beginning to look like Jareth."
Sarah looked back at Jareth. Hoggle was probably right. Sarah had been here for two days, and she had never left his side. Hoggle had brought food for her to eat, but she didn't touch it. She looked toward the mirror to see that she had also grown thin. Her clothes were hanging on her.
She moved over to the table where a tray of fruit had been brought in by one of Jareth's servants. Even though she still wasn't hungry, she picked up a piece of fruit, took a bite, and began to chew.
Hoggle relaxed as he saw Sarah putting food into her body. He turned and walked over to Jareth's side.
"How is he doing?" he asked her as he put a small towel into a bowl of water and began to wipe his brow.
"The same as usual." Sarah answered. "He still hasn't woken up, yet he always has these seizures."
Sarah moved over to the window and looked out. She watched as the little goblin children played games and the mothers talked while keeping a close eye on their children.
Hoggle looked up from Jareth and noticed a tear that had streamed down her cheek.
"Sarah, what's wrong?" he asked her. She looked over at where he stood, then moved to where he was and sat down on the bed, taking Jareth's hand in hers.
"I don't know." she said. "I just have this strange feeling. I feel like I should doing something to help him. But there is nothing I can do. I feel so helpless."
She paused and looked over at Jareth, then back to Hoggle and said, "There are just times where I feel like I should let him go. Like when I hold his hands, and they are ice cold. Or the times when it looks like he isn't breathing."
"Sarah, I think that the reason that he is still alive is because of you and because of his love for you. These past ten years have been hell for him. He has struggled dealing with his emotions and his feelings for you. I could tell that he always loved you."
"I know that now, Hoggle." She said. "And I know that he is fighting hard. But if he really, truly loved me, he would pass on. I can't stand to see him in pain. It kills me inside."
Hoggle felt that Sarah wanted to be alone with Sarah, so he put the towel back into the bowl of water and moved towards the door. "I suppose that I will be leaving the two of you alone now. Please try and eat a little more for me Sarah. If not for me, for Jareth. It would kill him to know that you aren't eating." And with that, he left and closed the door behind him.
Sarah sat there and held Jareth's hand, never taking her eyes off of him. She picked up the towel out of the bowl, wrung the excess water out of it, and began to wipe the sweat that had formed at his brow.
As she continued to do this, she said, "Please Jareth. If you can hear me, give me some sign." She waited hoping that he would give her a sign. When he didn't, she said, "Please Jareth. I don't know if you understand how much pain I am going through. Seeing you like this kills me on the inside. If the only reason you're staying alive is for me, I want you to stop fighting death."
She still saw no sign of movement from him. She continued to sit there and occasionally wipe his brow with one hand, and continued to hold his hand in her other hand.
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Hoggle walked into the throne room after leaving Jareth's room. He could see that Jareth being in this state was causing Sarah great pain, even before she told him. He wished that he could do something for him, but he knew there was nothing to be done.
Hoggle sighed and sat down on the throne. He began to wonder how much longer Jareth would be able to snap back into consciousness or move on, when he heard a loud boom from outside.
He ran over to the window to look out and saw that warlock soldiers had invaded the city and were making their way towards the castle.
Hoggle quickly began to run down the hall to get some of the guards together when he felt something hit his head and he fell to the ground knocked out.
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Sarah heard the door open behind her and said, "What now, Hoggle?" When she didn't get an answer, she looked over her shoulder to see not Hoggle, but two short men dressed in armor. She was so startled that she jumped up and backed away from the bed.
"Who are you?" she said, her voice filled with fear. Normally, she wouldn't be scared of these people, but the lack of food and sleep had begunto affect her.
When the two men didn't answer her, she repeated her question, screaming, "WHO ARE YOU?"
She heard footsteps coming down the hall, and a tall man stepped into the room. Sarah froze. She didn't know what to do.
The tall man looked at Sarah, then turned his eyes and looked over at Jareth. He then began to move over to Jareth. Sarah wanted to stop him, but her mind wasn't registering with her body.
The man now stood over Jareth bed and placed his hand on Jareth's chest. A frown crossed his face when he felt the rhythm of Jareth's heart beating.
The man then turned over his shoulder and looked at Sarah. "He's still alive." All Sarah could do was look at the man. She looked over at Jareth, then back at the man, finally asking, "Will you please tell me who you and these two men are?"
"Of course," the man replied. "My name is Darren. I work for Marcus, King of the Warlocks. I have been sent here by him to check on the Goblin Kings current health, to see if he was still living or not. I sure he will be a little disappointed when he finds out that Jareth is still alive, somewhat."
"I was told that if he was still alive, I should finish what had been started and finally killed him." Darren said as he moved over to the door where the two small men stood. He turned to face Sarah and saw that she had moved over to Jareth's bed, and was now clasping his hands in her own. He could see how much the girl loved him, and got a brilliant idea.
"But I come now to offer Jareth the chance to live again. I will give Jareth the antidote." he said, holding up a pouch. Sarah looked up at him,
then looked at the pouch.
"All I ask for is something in return." he finished. "What do you want for it?" Sarah asked reluctantly.
"To put it simply, I will exchange the antidote for your freedom."
Darren said. "Marcus has been looking for a bride and I think that you would fit the part very nicely. But if you refuse my offer, I will finish what some of the warlock soldiers have started and Jareth can die right now."
Sarah looked at Darren, the pouch, and down at Jareth. She didn't want to marry Marcus, but she didn't want to see Jareth die. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "All right. It's a deal. But on one condition. I want to be able to talk with him before we go."
Darren thought quickly, and nodded his approval. "It's a deal." He then moved over to the bed to give Jareth the antidote. He pulled a handful of powder into his hand, and began to sprinkle it over Jareth's body. He then administered more powder to Jareth's stab wounds.
Sarah, still holding Jareth's hand, watched as Darren was spreading the antidote over Jareth's body. She felt a twitch in his hand and looked to see that Jareth was reacting to the powder. His breathing became very labored, and he was gritting his teeth. Sarah became very worried.
As soon as it had begun, it was over. Jareth's body had relaxed and his breathing had returned to normal. Sarah watched as Jareth's eyes opened and he looked around, confused. He saw Sarah looking over him, and smiled as he said, "Hello, Beautiful."
Sarah began to cry and sat on the bed to hug him. Jareth put his arms around her and returned the hug as best as he could, considering he was still very weak. He chuckled and said, "At last we can be together."
Darren stepped in and said, "I am afraid that's where you were wrong, Jareth. You see, the only reason that you are alive right now is because Sarah traded her freedom for your life. She is now to come with me back to the Warlock Kingdom where she will marry King Marcus."
Jareth was shocked. Sarah left his embrace and sat up. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, even though he was staring at her. "Is this true?" he asked her. She closed her eyes and nodded. "But I want you to know that you'll always be the one that I love."
Jareth smiled and brought his hand up to cup her face. She bent down to kiss him. Their lips got so close before she was ripped away by Darren. "All right. You have said seen him and talked with him long enough. And now it is time for you to hold up your end of the bargain."
The two soldiers came and took Sarah away, a look of shock on her face. Jareth, to weak to go to her aid, could only sit up and watch as she was dragged out of the room.
"Look," Darren said. " I can see that the two of you love each other very much. But if you let yourself be known to Marcus, it'll be both of our heads, since I was sent here to kill you. So don't ever try to come and save her." And with that, Darren turned and left the room.
Jareth tried to get up out of the bed, but as soon as he stood on his feet he collapsed onto the floor and hit his head on a footstool that was nearby, knocking him out.
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There!! I have now added another chapter to the saga. I promise to you that I will update more frequently now that I have an idea of where this story might be going. But I would greatly appreciate your ideas or comments also, so feel free to add a number onto the review counter.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. I don't in any way own them. I just like to sit in my dark room and write stories about them. Please don't sue me, either. I have no money at all.
Summary: Sarah thinks about letting Jareth go, but is then offered a chance to save his life. What will she choose.
It's okay. I am alive and healthy. I have just been over worked the last couple of months and had to take a break from writing. I went on a little trip to the Caribbean and was then encouraged to write, but I had no computer unless I paid about ten dollars a minute. Now that I am back in the U.S.A, I am ready to present another chapter to all of you. So enjoy and please leave any feedback that you have on the way out.
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Sarah awoke to what she thought was the beating of a drum. It felt and sounded like someone was pounding the beat into the ground she had been sleeping on. She realized that it wasn't the ground she was lying on, but it was Jareth's chest, and the beat that she was hearing was really his heartbeat.
She opened her eyes and sat up to look at Jareth. His breathing had become more raspy than before and he was very pale. Sarah didn't know if it was the light playing tricks on her eyes, but it looked like Jareth was beginning to turn a shade of gray.
"Sarah," a voice said. Sarah turned her eyes away from Jareth and looked to the door to see Hoggle standing there. He looked worried. "Sarah, it's been two days since you arrived here. Please eat something. Your beginning to look like Jareth."
Sarah looked back at Jareth. Hoggle was probably right. Sarah had been here for two days, and she had never left his side. Hoggle had brought food for her to eat, but she didn't touch it. She looked toward the mirror to see that she had also grown thin. Her clothes were hanging on her.
She moved over to the table where a tray of fruit had been brought in by one of Jareth's servants. Even though she still wasn't hungry, she picked up a piece of fruit, took a bite, and began to chew.
Hoggle relaxed as he saw Sarah putting food into her body. He turned and walked over to Jareth's side.
"How is he doing?" he asked her as he put a small towel into a bowl of water and began to wipe his brow.
"The same as usual." Sarah answered. "He still hasn't woken up, yet he always has these seizures."
Sarah moved over to the window and looked out. She watched as the little goblin children played games and the mothers talked while keeping a close eye on their children.
Hoggle looked up from Jareth and noticed a tear that had streamed down her cheek.
"Sarah, what's wrong?" he asked her. She looked over at where he stood, then moved to where he was and sat down on the bed, taking Jareth's hand in hers.
"I don't know." she said. "I just have this strange feeling. I feel like I should doing something to help him. But there is nothing I can do. I feel so helpless."
She paused and looked over at Jareth, then back to Hoggle and said, "There are just times where I feel like I should let him go. Like when I hold his hands, and they are ice cold. Or the times when it looks like he isn't breathing."
"Sarah, I think that the reason that he is still alive is because of you and because of his love for you. These past ten years have been hell for him. He has struggled dealing with his emotions and his feelings for you. I could tell that he always loved you."
"I know that now, Hoggle." She said. "And I know that he is fighting hard. But if he really, truly loved me, he would pass on. I can't stand to see him in pain. It kills me inside."
Hoggle felt that Sarah wanted to be alone with Sarah, so he put the towel back into the bowl of water and moved towards the door. "I suppose that I will be leaving the two of you alone now. Please try and eat a little more for me Sarah. If not for me, for Jareth. It would kill him to know that you aren't eating." And with that, he left and closed the door behind him.
Sarah sat there and held Jareth's hand, never taking her eyes off of him. She picked up the towel out of the bowl, wrung the excess water out of it, and began to wipe the sweat that had formed at his brow.
As she continued to do this, she said, "Please Jareth. If you can hear me, give me some sign." She waited hoping that he would give her a sign. When he didn't, she said, "Please Jareth. I don't know if you understand how much pain I am going through. Seeing you like this kills me on the inside. If the only reason you're staying alive is for me, I want you to stop fighting death."
She still saw no sign of movement from him. She continued to sit there and occasionally wipe his brow with one hand, and continued to hold his hand in her other hand.
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Hoggle walked into the throne room after leaving Jareth's room. He could see that Jareth being in this state was causing Sarah great pain, even before she told him. He wished that he could do something for him, but he knew there was nothing to be done.
Hoggle sighed and sat down on the throne. He began to wonder how much longer Jareth would be able to snap back into consciousness or move on, when he heard a loud boom from outside.
He ran over to the window to look out and saw that warlock soldiers had invaded the city and were making their way towards the castle.
Hoggle quickly began to run down the hall to get some of the guards together when he felt something hit his head and he fell to the ground knocked out.
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Sarah heard the door open behind her and said, "What now, Hoggle?" When she didn't get an answer, she looked over her shoulder to see not Hoggle, but two short men dressed in armor. She was so startled that she jumped up and backed away from the bed.
"Who are you?" she said, her voice filled with fear. Normally, she wouldn't be scared of these people, but the lack of food and sleep had begunto affect her.
When the two men didn't answer her, she repeated her question, screaming, "WHO ARE YOU?"
She heard footsteps coming down the hall, and a tall man stepped into the room. Sarah froze. She didn't know what to do.
The tall man looked at Sarah, then turned his eyes and looked over at Jareth. He then began to move over to Jareth. Sarah wanted to stop him, but her mind wasn't registering with her body.
The man now stood over Jareth bed and placed his hand on Jareth's chest. A frown crossed his face when he felt the rhythm of Jareth's heart beating.
The man then turned over his shoulder and looked at Sarah. "He's still alive." All Sarah could do was look at the man. She looked over at Jareth, then back at the man, finally asking, "Will you please tell me who you and these two men are?"
"Of course," the man replied. "My name is Darren. I work for Marcus, King of the Warlocks. I have been sent here by him to check on the Goblin Kings current health, to see if he was still living or not. I sure he will be a little disappointed when he finds out that Jareth is still alive, somewhat."
"I was told that if he was still alive, I should finish what had been started and finally killed him." Darren said as he moved over to the door where the two small men stood. He turned to face Sarah and saw that she had moved over to Jareth's bed, and was now clasping his hands in her own. He could see how much the girl loved him, and got a brilliant idea.
"But I come now to offer Jareth the chance to live again. I will give Jareth the antidote." he said, holding up a pouch. Sarah looked up at him,
then looked at the pouch.
"All I ask for is something in return." he finished. "What do you want for it?" Sarah asked reluctantly.
"To put it simply, I will exchange the antidote for your freedom."
Darren said. "Marcus has been looking for a bride and I think that you would fit the part very nicely. But if you refuse my offer, I will finish what some of the warlock soldiers have started and Jareth can die right now."
Sarah looked at Darren, the pouch, and down at Jareth. She didn't want to marry Marcus, but she didn't want to see Jareth die. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "All right. It's a deal. But on one condition. I want to be able to talk with him before we go."
Darren thought quickly, and nodded his approval. "It's a deal." He then moved over to the bed to give Jareth the antidote. He pulled a handful of powder into his hand, and began to sprinkle it over Jareth's body. He then administered more powder to Jareth's stab wounds.
Sarah, still holding Jareth's hand, watched as Darren was spreading the antidote over Jareth's body. She felt a twitch in his hand and looked to see that Jareth was reacting to the powder. His breathing became very labored, and he was gritting his teeth. Sarah became very worried.
As soon as it had begun, it was over. Jareth's body had relaxed and his breathing had returned to normal. Sarah watched as Jareth's eyes opened and he looked around, confused. He saw Sarah looking over him, and smiled as he said, "Hello, Beautiful."
Sarah began to cry and sat on the bed to hug him. Jareth put his arms around her and returned the hug as best as he could, considering he was still very weak. He chuckled and said, "At last we can be together."
Darren stepped in and said, "I am afraid that's where you were wrong, Jareth. You see, the only reason that you are alive right now is because Sarah traded her freedom for your life. She is now to come with me back to the Warlock Kingdom where she will marry King Marcus."
Jareth was shocked. Sarah left his embrace and sat up. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, even though he was staring at her. "Is this true?" he asked her. She closed her eyes and nodded. "But I want you to know that you'll always be the one that I love."
Jareth smiled and brought his hand up to cup her face. She bent down to kiss him. Their lips got so close before she was ripped away by Darren. "All right. You have said seen him and talked with him long enough. And now it is time for you to hold up your end of the bargain."
The two soldiers came and took Sarah away, a look of shock on her face. Jareth, to weak to go to her aid, could only sit up and watch as she was dragged out of the room.
"Look," Darren said. " I can see that the two of you love each other very much. But if you let yourself be known to Marcus, it'll be both of our heads, since I was sent here to kill you. So don't ever try to come and save her." And with that, Darren turned and left the room.
Jareth tried to get up out of the bed, but as soon as he stood on his feet he collapsed onto the floor and hit his head on a footstool that was nearby, knocking him out.
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There!! I have now added another chapter to the saga. I promise to you that I will update more frequently now that I have an idea of where this story might be going. But I would greatly appreciate your ideas or comments also, so feel free to add a number onto the review counter.