Disclaimer...I own nothing except for the characters that had never been
seen before. Okay basically the only ones who are in here that I don't own
are Jareth, Sarah, and Hoggle...I might add some of the others soon.
A/N This is one of the reasons why I gave this the story a high
rating...Note it will get worse then this.
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Alex tried to find a bracing somewhere, anywhere. But all her hands met
was a slimy substance against the walls. Almost too abruptly she hit the
ground hard, the hole in the ceiling barely giving off any light. Resting
her hands against the ground she started to stand up a sharp pain running
through her ankle. Stifling a yelp she grit her teeth together and made it
over to the wall, finding more of the slimly substance. Leaning against the
wall she cared less at what she was touching. At least she had let Quig
carry her backpack for a few seconds...she didn't want to think what she
would be feeling if she had landed on those water bottles.
Looking about she could barely see the walls, her eyes slowly drifting
back to the hole above her. 'Come on girl you can do this...just need to
jump from the wall and grab the hole.' Stepping from the wall she placed a
light bit of weight on her ankle and grimaced, this wasn't going to be
easy. And she was figuring that she only really had one shot. Backing to
the other wall she ran as best she could to the opposite wall and jumped up
to the hole. 'Ten years of gymnastics and fencing better be paying off.'
When she grabbed hold of the hole she felt like crying both from pain and
from happiness. Slowly she started to pull up, trying to get through the
hole. A small chinking sound made her stop, 'What the heck?' Slowly the
sound of metal against metal drew her looking up at the hole, a large grate
was closing, first slowly and then to fast for her to drop away. As the
metal crash down on one hand and her fingers she couldn't even cry out. The
grate opened a bit and she just let go, falling back toward the ground, one
hand smashed and the other bleeding from where her nails had ripped away
from the skin.
She whimpered a bit as she hit something barely noticing that what she hit
was a pair of arms. As she opened her eyes slightly she swore she was just
staring into a mirror. Her mind not registering what was now around her.
Another jolt of pain caused her to grip her damaged hands again, her mind
slipping off into blackness.
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Jareth looked down at his niece and barely could hold a face from how much
she smelled. He was going to have to check to see where that slimy
substance was coming from. Adjusting her in his arm he laid her down into
the tub, the water rushing around her hurt form. Corsair and Elia both
leaned against the wall of the bathroom. "She should be alright after
awhile." Jareth glanced up at them before picking up either hand and
healing them, the skin still looking quite bruised. Reaching down he pulled
at the boot but her ankle had already swelled too much for the leather to
just slip off. "Corsair I'll hold her leg if you can cut the boot off."
Corsair nodded and slipped a small but deadly looking knife out of his
belt. Kneeling down beside the tub he carefully cut the bottom of the boot
off and then stated up her ankle pealing away both the boot and the pants
she wore. After both were off he frowned up at her, "She never did do
anything halfway." Sighing he softly ran his fingers over the swollen and
badly broken ankle. Muttering a soft healing spell the swelling started to
go down. "She's not going to be able to get up out of bed tomorrow at all.
Well not without help anyways."
"What about her wrist?" Elia knelt down and softly held Alex's newly
healed hand and wrist in her own soft two hands.
"Should be fine after a half hour or so, she just needs rest now." Jareth
stood up and shook his head, "I thought you were watching her. Who knows
what would have happened if she hit the floor head first."
"I was watching her, I only turned away for a second. Who knew that she
would fall into one of the oubliette's at that moment." Corsair stood up
quickly after slipping Alex's leg into the water.
"Gentleman if you are going to argue this you can do it out of here. I
want to get her changed, out of those clothes and cleaned up." Elia glared
at both of them, as if daring them to go against her on that point.
"Besides one of you is going to need to make sure Quig understands that
she's going to be ok. That poor boy is probably blaming himself for what
happened." Corsair and Jareth both nodded and dejectedly left the room,
leaving the unconscious Alex in Elia's very capable hands.
seen before. Okay basically the only ones who are in here that I don't own
are Jareth, Sarah, and Hoggle...I might add some of the others soon.
A/N This is one of the reasons why I gave this the story a high
rating...Note it will get worse then this.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Alex tried to find a bracing somewhere, anywhere. But all her hands met
was a slimy substance against the walls. Almost too abruptly she hit the
ground hard, the hole in the ceiling barely giving off any light. Resting
her hands against the ground she started to stand up a sharp pain running
through her ankle. Stifling a yelp she grit her teeth together and made it
over to the wall, finding more of the slimly substance. Leaning against the
wall she cared less at what she was touching. At least she had let Quig
carry her backpack for a few seconds...she didn't want to think what she
would be feeling if she had landed on those water bottles.
Looking about she could barely see the walls, her eyes slowly drifting
back to the hole above her. 'Come on girl you can do this...just need to
jump from the wall and grab the hole.' Stepping from the wall she placed a
light bit of weight on her ankle and grimaced, this wasn't going to be
easy. And she was figuring that she only really had one shot. Backing to
the other wall she ran as best she could to the opposite wall and jumped up
to the hole. 'Ten years of gymnastics and fencing better be paying off.'
When she grabbed hold of the hole she felt like crying both from pain and
from happiness. Slowly she started to pull up, trying to get through the
hole. A small chinking sound made her stop, 'What the heck?' Slowly the
sound of metal against metal drew her looking up at the hole, a large grate
was closing, first slowly and then to fast for her to drop away. As the
metal crash down on one hand and her fingers she couldn't even cry out. The
grate opened a bit and she just let go, falling back toward the ground, one
hand smashed and the other bleeding from where her nails had ripped away
from the skin.
She whimpered a bit as she hit something barely noticing that what she hit
was a pair of arms. As she opened her eyes slightly she swore she was just
staring into a mirror. Her mind not registering what was now around her.
Another jolt of pain caused her to grip her damaged hands again, her mind
slipping off into blackness.
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Jareth looked down at his niece and barely could hold a face from how much
she smelled. He was going to have to check to see where that slimy
substance was coming from. Adjusting her in his arm he laid her down into
the tub, the water rushing around her hurt form. Corsair and Elia both
leaned against the wall of the bathroom. "She should be alright after
awhile." Jareth glanced up at them before picking up either hand and
healing them, the skin still looking quite bruised. Reaching down he pulled
at the boot but her ankle had already swelled too much for the leather to
just slip off. "Corsair I'll hold her leg if you can cut the boot off."
Corsair nodded and slipped a small but deadly looking knife out of his
belt. Kneeling down beside the tub he carefully cut the bottom of the boot
off and then stated up her ankle pealing away both the boot and the pants
she wore. After both were off he frowned up at her, "She never did do
anything halfway." Sighing he softly ran his fingers over the swollen and
badly broken ankle. Muttering a soft healing spell the swelling started to
go down. "She's not going to be able to get up out of bed tomorrow at all.
Well not without help anyways."
"What about her wrist?" Elia knelt down and softly held Alex's newly
healed hand and wrist in her own soft two hands.
"Should be fine after a half hour or so, she just needs rest now." Jareth
stood up and shook his head, "I thought you were watching her. Who knows
what would have happened if she hit the floor head first."
"I was watching her, I only turned away for a second. Who knew that she
would fall into one of the oubliette's at that moment." Corsair stood up
quickly after slipping Alex's leg into the water.
"Gentleman if you are going to argue this you can do it out of here. I
want to get her changed, out of those clothes and cleaned up." Elia glared
at both of them, as if daring them to go against her on that point.
"Besides one of you is going to need to make sure Quig understands that
she's going to be ok. That poor boy is probably blaming himself for what
happened." Corsair and Jareth both nodded and dejectedly left the room,
leaving the unconscious Alex in Elia's very capable hands.