Disclaimer: I do not own the original concept of the Labyrinth, but what is not recognizable wriggled out from the depths of my mind.
AN: I'm torturing my editor by not letting her read it before it's posted. ;D
Chapter 14
It wasn't an ordinary entrance by any means. Katie sashayed into the room and slowly twirled around as though she were a super model on a catwalk.
Aileen blinked, shook her head, and settled for staring. "Katie dear, why are you wearing my frilly aprons? I thought I threw most of those away as they were definitely not of practical value."
All the other occupants uttered not a word, they were unable to. Although they were used to occasional odd outfits from Katie, this surpassed all others.
Katie stopped mid-twirl, grinned, and exited the room. She returned dressed in yet another odd ensemble, slowly turned around, walked around the room, then took both pieces off and tossed them to her mother.
Aileen glanced at the clothing in her lap and stared at her daughter once again. Puzzled she wondered if Katie's concussion was more serious than she thought, then decided she'd better ask and see if she made sense. "What is the purpose behind your fashion show?"
Katie looked about her for a place to sit before answering the query. All the good seats were taken. The only vacant spot was on that hateful, horrendously uncomfortable, horsehair monstrosity. Grimacing slightly, she reluctantly trudged over and gingerly settled herself in the corner opposite Jareth.
He noticed her expression and glared at her.
She glared back. "Why must you be so sensitive? I simply do not like this particular piece of.....
FUUURNITURE...." she grumped "and I have one piece of advice. Don't EVER sit on something made from horsehair wearing running shorts." She shuddered at the memory.
"WHAT ABOUT THE APRONS?" A chorus of voices brought her back on track.
She sighed. "It was either have him wear the aprons or let him run about the house stark naked. Between not sleeping well for a long time, receiving my latest concussion, cleaning my room, and going too long between meals, wishing him back took all the energy I had left. And I wouldn't have wished him back as unprepared as I was to take care of emergencies if his containment hadn't decided to go after my dinner. I didn't want his globe to shatter."
"So...you had him wear the frilly aprons?" Elza asked.
Katie shook her head. "No."
She smirked and elaborated. "The frilly apron ensemble I modeled was just to demonstrate a possible configuration to partially restore his modesty. I'll bet he was extremely happy to have escaped wearing it."
Jareth flushed and remained silent.
Katie went on. "I had him look through the apron drawer. He didn't find anything he thought suitable, but after much deliberation, we came up with the stunning ensemble I threw to you, Mother."
Aileen inventoried what she held in her lap out loud. "One shocking electric pink wrap-around apron emblazoned with KISS THE COOK in bright crimson, one neon yellow, pink, green, and orange striped housecoat edged in spider web lace around the collar, cuffs, and hemline."
She shook out the pieces, glanced between them and Jareth, then giggled.
Katie hid her face in her hands and struggled to control her emotions, Geoffrey buried his face in his wife's back which caused her to laugh all the more; but Terry and the twins showed no restraint. All three of them threw back their heads and howled.
Jareth grew increasingly uncomfortable and annoyed the more the Williams family carried on. He was about to leave his seat and stalk out of the room when Katie scooted over and hemmed him in against the other corner. "Oh no you don't! You leave now, Mother will decide she needs to wait to tell us anything for at least six years, and I'd like to know when, where, and how the two of you met."
His eyes widened as he stared into her blazing ones. He could feel all the hairs on his body stand on end, and decided to stay put, Terry's tale of why the kitchen had been remodeled so many times running through his head and he'd no wish to experience anything more at her hands.
Slowly he settled. Katie backed off just enough to give him some breathing room, but not enough to where he could easily stand.
AN: I'm torturing my editor by not letting her read it before it's posted. ;D
Chapter 14
It wasn't an ordinary entrance by any means. Katie sashayed into the room and slowly twirled around as though she were a super model on a catwalk.
Aileen blinked, shook her head, and settled for staring. "Katie dear, why are you wearing my frilly aprons? I thought I threw most of those away as they were definitely not of practical value."
All the other occupants uttered not a word, they were unable to. Although they were used to occasional odd outfits from Katie, this surpassed all others.
Katie stopped mid-twirl, grinned, and exited the room. She returned dressed in yet another odd ensemble, slowly turned around, walked around the room, then took both pieces off and tossed them to her mother.
Aileen glanced at the clothing in her lap and stared at her daughter once again. Puzzled she wondered if Katie's concussion was more serious than she thought, then decided she'd better ask and see if she made sense. "What is the purpose behind your fashion show?"
Katie looked about her for a place to sit before answering the query. All the good seats were taken. The only vacant spot was on that hateful, horrendously uncomfortable, horsehair monstrosity. Grimacing slightly, she reluctantly trudged over and gingerly settled herself in the corner opposite Jareth.
He noticed her expression and glared at her.
She glared back. "Why must you be so sensitive? I simply do not like this particular piece of.....
FUUURNITURE...." she grumped "and I have one piece of advice. Don't EVER sit on something made from horsehair wearing running shorts." She shuddered at the memory.
"WHAT ABOUT THE APRONS?" A chorus of voices brought her back on track.
She sighed. "It was either have him wear the aprons or let him run about the house stark naked. Between not sleeping well for a long time, receiving my latest concussion, cleaning my room, and going too long between meals, wishing him back took all the energy I had left. And I wouldn't have wished him back as unprepared as I was to take care of emergencies if his containment hadn't decided to go after my dinner. I didn't want his globe to shatter."
"So...you had him wear the frilly aprons?" Elza asked.
Katie shook her head. "No."
She smirked and elaborated. "The frilly apron ensemble I modeled was just to demonstrate a possible configuration to partially restore his modesty. I'll bet he was extremely happy to have escaped wearing it."
Jareth flushed and remained silent.
Katie went on. "I had him look through the apron drawer. He didn't find anything he thought suitable, but after much deliberation, we came up with the stunning ensemble I threw to you, Mother."
Aileen inventoried what she held in her lap out loud. "One shocking electric pink wrap-around apron emblazoned with KISS THE COOK in bright crimson, one neon yellow, pink, green, and orange striped housecoat edged in spider web lace around the collar, cuffs, and hemline."
She shook out the pieces, glanced between them and Jareth, then giggled.
Katie hid her face in her hands and struggled to control her emotions, Geoffrey buried his face in his wife's back which caused her to laugh all the more; but Terry and the twins showed no restraint. All three of them threw back their heads and howled.
Jareth grew increasingly uncomfortable and annoyed the more the Williams family carried on. He was about to leave his seat and stalk out of the room when Katie scooted over and hemmed him in against the other corner. "Oh no you don't! You leave now, Mother will decide she needs to wait to tell us anything for at least six years, and I'd like to know when, where, and how the two of you met."
His eyes widened as he stared into her blazing ones. He could feel all the hairs on his body stand on end, and decided to stay put, Terry's tale of why the kitchen had been remodeled so many times running through his head and he'd no wish to experience anything more at her hands.
Slowly he settled. Katie backed off just enough to give him some breathing room, but not enough to where he could easily stand.