AN: Chapter 9 and 10 have been reposted, I didn't like the spacing problems in my original author note and I added a sentence or two to Chapter 10.
The plot thickens.
Disclaimer: I do not own the original characters from or the story Labyrinth. Anything else you don't recognize has crept out from the depths of my mind. ;)
It's My Turn Now
Chapter 11
Smiling gently, Aileen descended the rest of the stairs and took him by the hand. "Come with me, I'll explain all." To her family, who by now had gathered in a cluster of confusion, she barked "Hurry! Get everything cleaned up and you'll be in time to hear the concealed story of my life!"
Ruefully shaking her head, for she'd not wanted to tell her children anything until they were all over the age of twelve, she continued leading Jareth into the small, old-fashioned formal parlor. "Have a seat, anywhere you want, except this armchair. Only I sit here, unless my husband wants to cuddle with me."
Gracefully she sank into the one exception and examined the room. "I suppose it really needs to be remodeled. I haven't allowed anyone to change anything about this room since I had it built over a hundred years ago."
Her attention focused once again on Jareth, who was uncomfortably perched on the edge of the overstuffed horsehair settee, and she couldn't help but giggle at his expression, as well as what he was currently dressed in.
"Did my children provide that clothing to you?" she asked, noticing and pointing out his current ensemble.
He fingered his bright red cotton pajamas with the satin trim, fastened with fluorescent yellow cow buttons. "I haven't seen this particular outfit in very long time. I must have felt very safe in your daughter's room for my clothing to change to this." He sighed, shook his head, and his clothing switched back to the navy blue sweater and gray sweat pants Terry had loaned him, what he'd originally fallen asleep in.
"Much better," Aileen critiqued, "less distracting, although I would have expected you to be wearing one of those ruffled shirts and tights combinations you favored on the rare occasions I saw you."
Jareth frowned. "Well, this is a great improvement over what Katie bade me wear, which I did until Terry dug these out from under his bed."
Aileen grimaced at the thought of what must be living under there.
The plot thickens.
Disclaimer: I do not own the original characters from or the story Labyrinth. Anything else you don't recognize has crept out from the depths of my mind. ;)
It's My Turn Now
Chapter 11
Smiling gently, Aileen descended the rest of the stairs and took him by the hand. "Come with me, I'll explain all." To her family, who by now had gathered in a cluster of confusion, she barked "Hurry! Get everything cleaned up and you'll be in time to hear the concealed story of my life!"
Ruefully shaking her head, for she'd not wanted to tell her children anything until they were all over the age of twelve, she continued leading Jareth into the small, old-fashioned formal parlor. "Have a seat, anywhere you want, except this armchair. Only I sit here, unless my husband wants to cuddle with me."
Gracefully she sank into the one exception and examined the room. "I suppose it really needs to be remodeled. I haven't allowed anyone to change anything about this room since I had it built over a hundred years ago."
Her attention focused once again on Jareth, who was uncomfortably perched on the edge of the overstuffed horsehair settee, and she couldn't help but giggle at his expression, as well as what he was currently dressed in.
"Did my children provide that clothing to you?" she asked, noticing and pointing out his current ensemble.
He fingered his bright red cotton pajamas with the satin trim, fastened with fluorescent yellow cow buttons. "I haven't seen this particular outfit in very long time. I must have felt very safe in your daughter's room for my clothing to change to this." He sighed, shook his head, and his clothing switched back to the navy blue sweater and gray sweat pants Terry had loaned him, what he'd originally fallen asleep in.
"Much better," Aileen critiqued, "less distracting, although I would have expected you to be wearing one of those ruffled shirts and tights combinations you favored on the rare occasions I saw you."
Jareth frowned. "Well, this is a great improvement over what Katie bade me wear, which I did until Terry dug these out from under his bed."
Aileen grimaced at the thought of what must be living under there.