Hello all again. I must apologize for my many cliffhangers, but I can't help it. (Ducks to avoid many bags of popcorn) Now, really, behave yourselves or I will (ducks another round of bags) Ok, ok calm down, on with the show.
Disclaimers: Before this is all over, I will have subjected Jareth to a great deal of trauma, this including psychological, emotional, and physical. Don't worry, though, because before I return him I will see to it that he receives a bath, new tights, hair gel and the psychological evaluation that he will need. (grins)
A turn for the worse
Jareth reached out and caught Sarah as she fell to the ground unconscious. He gingerly touched her face as to avoid the cuts caused by the glass that sprinkled down her forehead and right cheek. Luckily she had turned away right as the crystal had exploded and saved her eyes. Jareth transported himself and Sarah to the master bedroom and lay her gently down. Blood was still trickling slowly from her hand and had stained her white nightgown. Seconds after he placed her on their bed, Livia and Bartlby appeared in the room.
Livia sat opposite of Jareth on the bed and took Sarah's cut hand in her own. She closed her eyes and concentrated her magic on healing it. A soft knock on the door and an elderly elf came in with a large bag under her arm. She walked over to the bed, setting her bag on the floor and began to examine Sarah. The Elf placed her hand on Sarah's face and with a grim expression began to examine Sarah's wounds. By now Livia had placed Sarah's hand back on the bed. She looked up at Jareth with a dark expression her green eyes filled with pain and frustration.
"I can't heal it, she has had a sleep enchantment placed on her."
Jareth fumed as he stood and walked over to the large window. "Of course it would be a sleep enchantment, she would not want to harm the baby that she is after."
Bartlby sat down next to his sister on the bed. "Perhaps now would be the time to go before the Council. Mortiana is clearly out of bounds with this action."
"We have no case Bartlby," replied Livia, "Sarah is the one who broke the rules, she looked in on Mortiana. The advantage is still hers."
Jareth ran his hand through his hair. "Damn that blasted witch," he muttered under his breath. "I wonder how long she intends for the enchantment to last."
"Until the baby is born," replied the elf.
All three faes turned and looked at the elderly woman. "How do you know," asked Jareth.
The elf held up Sarah's cut hand. What they had failed to see before was now quite apparent in the blood stains that covered her hand. The elf had taken out the pieces of glass but on Sarah's hand now was a the design of a sundial. Of all the points that marked the time on the sundial, that one that shown the darkest was a mark just between Sarah's middle and ring finger. "It looks to me, if my knowledge of this type of spell still serves me that she has one week before she will wake, which means that your child will be born in that time."
"What if we can wake her before the week is up," asked Bartlby.
"That she will be conscious and better able to handle the birth of her child, especially this being her first born," replied the elf.
"At least we have the much," fumed Jareth still pacing the length of the bedroom.
"Jareth," Livia called from her perch on the bed, "calm down. This is exactly what Mortiana wants, she wants to use your own temper against you."
Jareth, for the hundredth time that day, ran his fingers through his hair. Exhaling sharply he turned to face the window looking out on the Labyrinth. Of any of the windows with views in the castle, the one in the master bedroom was Sarah's favorite. He sat down on the ledge of the window and remembered the countless times he and Sarah would sit on this stoop together and watch the moon rise. He slammed his fist into the frame of the window and put his head in his hands.
At this point Livia stood up and started toward the door. "Where are you off to sister," asked Bartlby.
Livia turned around with a small smile on her face. "Sleep enchantments are not impossible to undo. I will search through Jareth's library for the counter spell."
"Very good, Bartlby, please go and assist her, I have an appointment to keep," said Jareth before he promptly vanished.
Bartlby walked over to Livia as they cast one last look at Sarah before walking out the door. Walking down the hall to the library they continued to talk about the events of the day.
"This seems very suspicious," remarked Livia gravely.
"Yes, I feel the same, I do hope Jareth knows what he is doing," answered Bartlby.
"You know our brother, even if he doesn't know fully what he is doing, it will not stop him from reacting."
"Mortiana will be expecting him," Bartlby mused.
"Yes, of that I have no doubt," replied Livia.
Disclaimers: Before this is all over, I will have subjected Jareth to a great deal of trauma, this including psychological, emotional, and physical. Don't worry, though, because before I return him I will see to it that he receives a bath, new tights, hair gel and the psychological evaluation that he will need. (grins)
A turn for the worse
Jareth reached out and caught Sarah as she fell to the ground unconscious. He gingerly touched her face as to avoid the cuts caused by the glass that sprinkled down her forehead and right cheek. Luckily she had turned away right as the crystal had exploded and saved her eyes. Jareth transported himself and Sarah to the master bedroom and lay her gently down. Blood was still trickling slowly from her hand and had stained her white nightgown. Seconds after he placed her on their bed, Livia and Bartlby appeared in the room.
Livia sat opposite of Jareth on the bed and took Sarah's cut hand in her own. She closed her eyes and concentrated her magic on healing it. A soft knock on the door and an elderly elf came in with a large bag under her arm. She walked over to the bed, setting her bag on the floor and began to examine Sarah. The Elf placed her hand on Sarah's face and with a grim expression began to examine Sarah's wounds. By now Livia had placed Sarah's hand back on the bed. She looked up at Jareth with a dark expression her green eyes filled with pain and frustration.
"I can't heal it, she has had a sleep enchantment placed on her."
Jareth fumed as he stood and walked over to the large window. "Of course it would be a sleep enchantment, she would not want to harm the baby that she is after."
Bartlby sat down next to his sister on the bed. "Perhaps now would be the time to go before the Council. Mortiana is clearly out of bounds with this action."
"We have no case Bartlby," replied Livia, "Sarah is the one who broke the rules, she looked in on Mortiana. The advantage is still hers."
Jareth ran his hand through his hair. "Damn that blasted witch," he muttered under his breath. "I wonder how long she intends for the enchantment to last."
"Until the baby is born," replied the elf.
All three faes turned and looked at the elderly woman. "How do you know," asked Jareth.
The elf held up Sarah's cut hand. What they had failed to see before was now quite apparent in the blood stains that covered her hand. The elf had taken out the pieces of glass but on Sarah's hand now was a the design of a sundial. Of all the points that marked the time on the sundial, that one that shown the darkest was a mark just between Sarah's middle and ring finger. "It looks to me, if my knowledge of this type of spell still serves me that she has one week before she will wake, which means that your child will be born in that time."
"What if we can wake her before the week is up," asked Bartlby.
"That she will be conscious and better able to handle the birth of her child, especially this being her first born," replied the elf.
"At least we have the much," fumed Jareth still pacing the length of the bedroom.
"Jareth," Livia called from her perch on the bed, "calm down. This is exactly what Mortiana wants, she wants to use your own temper against you."
Jareth, for the hundredth time that day, ran his fingers through his hair. Exhaling sharply he turned to face the window looking out on the Labyrinth. Of any of the windows with views in the castle, the one in the master bedroom was Sarah's favorite. He sat down on the ledge of the window and remembered the countless times he and Sarah would sit on this stoop together and watch the moon rise. He slammed his fist into the frame of the window and put his head in his hands.
At this point Livia stood up and started toward the door. "Where are you off to sister," asked Bartlby.
Livia turned around with a small smile on her face. "Sleep enchantments are not impossible to undo. I will search through Jareth's library for the counter spell."
"Very good, Bartlby, please go and assist her, I have an appointment to keep," said Jareth before he promptly vanished.
Bartlby walked over to Livia as they cast one last look at Sarah before walking out the door. Walking down the hall to the library they continued to talk about the events of the day.
"This seems very suspicious," remarked Livia gravely.
"Yes, I feel the same, I do hope Jareth knows what he is doing," answered Bartlby.
"You know our brother, even if he doesn't know fully what he is doing, it will not stop him from reacting."
"Mortiana will be expecting him," Bartlby mused.
"Yes, of that I have no doubt," replied Livia.
