I would like to take a moment to apologize for my lateness in updating. I feel really bad but I have been really bogged down with school and work. Apparently my professors insist that I actually do work. (grins) Oh well on to the good stuff and just as a reminder all those who were nagging me about updating more quickly I will be taking numbers for those who wanted to flog me. One at a time please. (grins wickedly)
Disclaimers: Oh Jareth, how do I love thee, let me count the ways. If only he would rescind that pesky restraining order. (Hehehe)
How could you?
Jareth stayed in his study long after Mortiana had left. He was oblivious to the setting sun and subsequent night. It was only with the rays of the sunrise creeping into the window of his study that he awoke from his fitful night of sleep and nightmares.
His body ached all over but it was nothing compared to the pain and anguish in his heart and mind. He still did not know what to do.
If only he had never made that deal? If only he had known? If only he had seen that damned witch, for whom she really was? If only he had not let her get so close? If only? These questioned haunted his mind throughout most of the night. He was exhausted, but it wasn't from lack of sleep. He still didn't know what to tell Sarah when she awoke. She deserved to know the truth. She deserved her anger, her anger for his foolish decision. Jareth hoped that in the end she would forgive him his horrid mistake.
He stood up and stretched, his body fought his movements and rewarded him with the mild pain of cramped muscles.
He walked over to the window and stared out at the rising sun. It glinted brightly over the horizon bathing all the greenery that was his kingdom in golden light.
His face was a mask of sorrow and smoldering anguish.
"Where the hell are you Bartlby when I need you?" he muttered angrily.
A faint laughing filled the room. "What a way to treat your guests, especially when you called them."
Jareth turned and looked at the desk that he had recently occupied. There sat his brother, his legs propped lazily up on the desk, a wide smile on his face. He was literally a carbon copy of Jareth. They shared the same build, pale skin, and expressive face. The only physical difference between them was that Bartlby had dark brown hair as opposed to Jareth's blond locks.
Bartlby was clad in knee high brown boots, dark green pants, white poet's shirt, and brown vest. He always was one for lighter colors compared to Jareth's penchant for black.
Bartlby smiled at his brother but it abruptly fell when he met his eyes. He immediately stood up and walked over to Jareth.
"Brother, what is wrong?" he asked.
Jareth had to speak only one word and Bartlby's face went white with shock.
"Mortiana"
"Oh Lord," he whispered, "Sarah".
"Exactly"
He walked away from his brother and made sure the door was closed behind them. He then began to pace the room.
"This does pose a serious problem. Do you have any players in that Labyrinth of yours?"
"No," Jareth replied flatly.
"Well this shall require more help", comment Bartlby.
Bartlby stopped his pacing for a moment and closed his eyes. Jareth could hear in his mind what Bartlby was saying.
"Dearest sister, would you be so kind as to join me at Jareth's castle."
Jareth glared at his brother, "By the way, why did it take you so long to get here?"
Bartlby grinned broadly, "Sorry, brother I was attending to important matters, you know how trying the role of a king can be".
Jareth fumed at him extremely unamused, "Yes, I know brother".
With that remark in a burst of glitter, a young woman stood in the center. She was pale white with long black hair flowing down her back. She wore a simple white dress with silver trim on the V-cut neck, tapered sleeves, and hem. It gathered just below her breasts and flowed freely to her feet.
She smiled brightly at her siblings, "What is the cause of such a visit dear brothers?"
It was then that she noticed there sad faces and she herself became worried. She walked over to Jareth, placing her hands on his shoulders.
She looked into his eyes, "Jareth, what is wrong?"
Jareth exhaled harshly and fell into his sister's waiting arms. "It is Mortiana, she has come for my child."
Livia held Jareth tighter and whispered to him, "It will be alright, just wait and see".
Jareth abruptly pulled away from her grasp his face glowering with a mixture of hate and sorrow.
"How," he yelled, "how will it be alright? I've promised my child away to a demon who will do god knows what to it and there is not a damn thing I can do about it!"
A soft gasp was heard in the room and all three occupants turned to look toward the door. There stood Sarah, still wearing her white nightgown for she had just awoke, and hand placed protectively over her stomach.
Her face was white with shock and anger. She breathed in and out heavily for several seconds before she found her words.
Tears brimmed in her eyes as she whispered, "Jareth, what have you done?"
Disclaimers: Oh Jareth, how do I love thee, let me count the ways. If only he would rescind that pesky restraining order. (Hehehe)
How could you?
Jareth stayed in his study long after Mortiana had left. He was oblivious to the setting sun and subsequent night. It was only with the rays of the sunrise creeping into the window of his study that he awoke from his fitful night of sleep and nightmares.
His body ached all over but it was nothing compared to the pain and anguish in his heart and mind. He still did not know what to do.
If only he had never made that deal? If only he had known? If only he had seen that damned witch, for whom she really was? If only he had not let her get so close? If only? These questioned haunted his mind throughout most of the night. He was exhausted, but it wasn't from lack of sleep. He still didn't know what to tell Sarah when she awoke. She deserved to know the truth. She deserved her anger, her anger for his foolish decision. Jareth hoped that in the end she would forgive him his horrid mistake.
He stood up and stretched, his body fought his movements and rewarded him with the mild pain of cramped muscles.
He walked over to the window and stared out at the rising sun. It glinted brightly over the horizon bathing all the greenery that was his kingdom in golden light.
His face was a mask of sorrow and smoldering anguish.
"Where the hell are you Bartlby when I need you?" he muttered angrily.
A faint laughing filled the room. "What a way to treat your guests, especially when you called them."
Jareth turned and looked at the desk that he had recently occupied. There sat his brother, his legs propped lazily up on the desk, a wide smile on his face. He was literally a carbon copy of Jareth. They shared the same build, pale skin, and expressive face. The only physical difference between them was that Bartlby had dark brown hair as opposed to Jareth's blond locks.
Bartlby was clad in knee high brown boots, dark green pants, white poet's shirt, and brown vest. He always was one for lighter colors compared to Jareth's penchant for black.
Bartlby smiled at his brother but it abruptly fell when he met his eyes. He immediately stood up and walked over to Jareth.
"Brother, what is wrong?" he asked.
Jareth had to speak only one word and Bartlby's face went white with shock.
"Mortiana"
"Oh Lord," he whispered, "Sarah".
"Exactly"
He walked away from his brother and made sure the door was closed behind them. He then began to pace the room.
"This does pose a serious problem. Do you have any players in that Labyrinth of yours?"
"No," Jareth replied flatly.
"Well this shall require more help", comment Bartlby.
Bartlby stopped his pacing for a moment and closed his eyes. Jareth could hear in his mind what Bartlby was saying.
"Dearest sister, would you be so kind as to join me at Jareth's castle."
Jareth glared at his brother, "By the way, why did it take you so long to get here?"
Bartlby grinned broadly, "Sorry, brother I was attending to important matters, you know how trying the role of a king can be".
Jareth fumed at him extremely unamused, "Yes, I know brother".
With that remark in a burst of glitter, a young woman stood in the center. She was pale white with long black hair flowing down her back. She wore a simple white dress with silver trim on the V-cut neck, tapered sleeves, and hem. It gathered just below her breasts and flowed freely to her feet.
She smiled brightly at her siblings, "What is the cause of such a visit dear brothers?"
It was then that she noticed there sad faces and she herself became worried. She walked over to Jareth, placing her hands on his shoulders.
She looked into his eyes, "Jareth, what is wrong?"
Jareth exhaled harshly and fell into his sister's waiting arms. "It is Mortiana, she has come for my child."
Livia held Jareth tighter and whispered to him, "It will be alright, just wait and see".
Jareth abruptly pulled away from her grasp his face glowering with a mixture of hate and sorrow.
"How," he yelled, "how will it be alright? I've promised my child away to a demon who will do god knows what to it and there is not a damn thing I can do about it!"
A soft gasp was heard in the room and all three occupants turned to look toward the door. There stood Sarah, still wearing her white nightgown for she had just awoke, and hand placed protectively over her stomach.
Her face was white with shock and anger. She breathed in and out heavily for several seconds before she found her words.
Tears brimmed in her eyes as she whispered, "Jareth, what have you done?"
