At a sad time like this, it was hard to finish writing this chapter

At a sad time like this, it was hard to finish writing this chapter. But it is done and it might be longer for the next. My creativity is right now very tired with all the work I've been doing and these recent events. I never knew these people but I cried when they showed the faces and names on TV. I'm Canadian but it still effects me. The last bit of this chapter, which I finished recently, reflects the sadness I feel.

Disclaimer: The same, I don't own Labyrinth. All unknowns are mine.

In memory of those who died September 11, 2001. You are in our hearts forever.

Chapter Three

Sarah fled into the ladies room and shut herself in a stall. Lucky for her the bathroom was empty and as she sat on a toilet seat, she burst into tears. The emotions had been too much for her. It had felt like a part of her had clung to Trevor's thought; a part she didn't know. Like someone else deep inside desperately wanted to get out. But Sarah didn't want this. With it came the pain, loss and despair. To let this…whatever it was, out would be more then she could bear.

Wiping away her tears, she left the stall, washed her face and left the washroom. As she walked down the hall, she passed a guy walking the other way.

Hey, sweet thang. Too bad you don't talk much.

Sarah stopped and turned but the boy kept walking. Had he said something?

She continued on and passed a couple of chatting girls. As she looked at them, again she thought she had heard and felt something.

I'll be glad to get home Lunch isn't long enough.

Yet, what she heard from their talk was something entirely different. She shook her head. What was going on?

On reaching her class, Sarah felt like she'd just entered a noisy street. A barrage of voices… and feelings suddenly hit her: cockiness, boredom, excitement, and a whole lot of relief. She held her head, wincing.

Trish came up to her. Is she all right, the voice came to Sarah as her friend spoke, "Sarah, what's wrong?" Sarah could feel the concern as if she herself felt it.

She shook her head, as if to say nothing but pain was evident. Sarah forced it back, faking normalcy.

Must be a headache, Trishs' voice said; though she said nothing. "Good news. Rog has given us the rest of the afternoon off. Apparently so we can practice for auditions."

Sarah felt, more then heard the relief and joy in her friends voice. Sarah nodded, wincing again.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Forcing a nod, Sarah turned and nearly fled the auditorium. Was it her imagination or was she hearing more and more voices, emotions flowing with them. She left the school, breathing quickly. Her head felt as if it would explode. More and more voices, anger, sadness, joy, and frustration.

How will I pay for this…That guy cut me off…What a wonderful day…What will I tell her…

Sarah wanted to scream, her head hurt so much. As she gripped it, all she could do was stumble quickly in the direction of her place, her mouth open in a silent cry.

Cutting through a small park, she suddenly fell to her knees. Everything was getting dizzy, forget not being able to think, as if someone had thrown a pillow over her face, suffocating her. Finally, unable to take it, she collapsed, lapsing into unconsciousness.

* * *

"I'm not sure, professor," a quiet voice spoke, "I've never encountered something so strong. Do you think she'll be all right?"

"As long as you can field her, she should be fine," an older voice replied, sounding as if they were not quite in the room, "I would suggest, though, that she learn to control these 'powers' soon. It may cause further pain to herself and others the more she is exposed to it." There was a pause, "I don't believe she's entirely like you though, Trevor. There is more to her then telepathic abilties. Most fascinating."

"What do you suggest, Professor?"

Another pause, "Perhaps she should be brought to the school. I'd like to take a look at her. She may be able to shed some light."

"Not likely," Trevor replied skeptically, "She won't speak and hasn't for over two years, if the rumors be true."

"Remember, Trevor. There are other 'methods' for me. You of al people should know that."

There was a faint chuckle, "My apologizes, professor. So, when should I bring her? I doubt she even wishes to see me again, let alone have me bring her anywhere."

"Hmmm, that may be a problem. Is she still unconscious?"

There were soft footfalls as Sarah, who had just barely awoken, blinked her eyes. The pain was gone and so were the voices.

"You're awake. (AN: No duh. I think she knew that, Chuck.) How are you feeling?"

Sarah sat up quickly, backing into a corner of the couch. What do you want with me?

Trevor looked slightly injured by her actions but grinned anyhow, "She's awake professor."

Sarah looked about the room. It apeared to be a living room with the shades drawn on one window. There was a large TV, stereo system, a glass coffee table, a bean bag chair, and two black leather couches, one of which Sarah sat upon. There were few pictures, if any about the room. Most were of art, vibrant colors and mythical creatures. What caught her attention most was the statuete on the glass table. It was of a male Faerie, arched eyebrows and pointed ears, and a beautiful slight girl with pale skin like ivory, long dark hair like evening sky, and a long pale blue dress that seemed to shimmer. The faerie had somewhat long hair, clothing Sarah didn't recognize, black boots and a sword at his side. The two were looking at each other deeply, their hands held up, palms together, as if looking through a glass. It appeared that they stood upon a crystal, cut so that it could stand on the table. It was very beautiful.

"You like it?" Trevor asked, grinning.

Sarah nodded. It's beautiful.

"Thank you. Took a long time but I'm glad it turned out so well."

Sarah looked surprised, Y-you made this?

Trevor crossed his arms, a wry grin on his face, "Don't look so surprised. There's more to me then charm."

Sarah made a face. That remains to be seen.

He laughed, "Glad you have your sense of hurmor back.'

"Remarkable," came the voice again, "Truly extrodinary."

Sarah blinked, looking around for the voice. Trevor walked to another table near by where a black phone sat, "You can hear her too, professor? Even over the phone?"

"Yes, Trevor. It is as you say. Quite something. Can you bring her?"

She gave a look of surprise. Bring me where? What's going on?

Trevor gave a comforting smile, "You needn't be afraid. I have a 'friend' who can help you. You were attacked by voices, right? Well, what you 'heard' and, I believe, felt was the thoughts and more of everybody in the city. It overwhelmed you, causing you to black out. I found you and brought you here. Iwas able to protect your mind, blocking out the bombardment. But I can't always so I called the professer." He gestured to the speaker phone.

Who is he?

Perhaps it would be better to tell you in person, the strong voice spoke in her mind, startling sarah. He…he…

"The professor has a very strong mind," Trevor said, "He was the one who helped me control the thoughts around me. In your cae, though, it seems a lot more complicated. You seem to deal with a lot more then thoughts." He reached for her hand but she pulled back. "Sorry. I just want you to know that you can turst him. tRust me."

I Hardly know you, she thought. And yet…

"we share something unique. Trust me and I promise everything will be all right." He put out a hand, this time waiting.

Sarah thought to herself, looking ever so wary. I don't know about this. But as she looked at trevor, she saw something in his eyes, something she didn't understand. Yet, for the first time, she felt peace, as if a sudden calm had come to her buzzing mind. It had only happened once before.

"I…will," came a very hoarse whisper, and she took his hand gingerly. Trevor was quite surprised but gave a smile.

"It's a start."

"Good," came the professors voice, "Bring her here as soon as time permits. I'll see you then."

Trevor just smiled.

* * *

It was decided that Sarah would not go yet. Too much was distressing her her right now. Instead she wanted to go home and so trevor was giving her a ride on his motorbike, sarah clinging as the evening wind rushed by. Sometime later they reached her apartment and as sarah reached her dor on the fourth floor, she thought to him, Will my mind be safe?

Trevor looked troubled, That's been worrying me. I'm not as strong as the professor so I cannot protect you from too large a distance. It does pose a problem. He raised an eyebrow, causing sarah to blush.

I-I've not had any guest over night here. My father would be furious not to mention overly worried that I might be kidnapped again.

Trevor rubbed a hand through his hair and over his neck. Not exactly a good first impression.

Slowly, sarah unlocked her door and invited him in. Going about, turning on various lamps as he looked about a fair sized living room, a small dining room off to the side with a balconey connected by some glass patio doors. A door way led into a kitchen and another entrance to the left leading down a hallway with several doors.

Are you hungry, she thought.

"uh, I'll be all right. A drink would be fine. You should eat though."

So Sarah had a sandwich and coco, making some for trevor as became quiet again.

'you should get some rest, "trevor said, "you have an audition tomorrow."

Sarah gave a look of a gasp and then an ironic look, So do you. Do you even know what you're going for?

Trevor grinned, "Prince Charming, of coarse."

Sarah wanted to laugh outloud. He looked at her, "You?"

She figeted. Cinderella.

He didn't laugh, "I think you will do great. You won't even have to practice. You have the look of a princess. But maybe you should read the script."

So should you. Um, if you want to sleep, there is a spare room or the couch.

Trevor grinned, "I don't think I will. I should probably stay awak in case my shield weakens. It'll give me time to read over the script. Get some rest…Cinderella."

She smiled a little and headed to her room, locking it behind her to the chagrin of Trevor.

"Mind if I watch Television?"

Go ahead, she thought to him. He could almost feel the hestitation in her next thought. You can't…well…you won't, you know…

He chuckled, You're mind is safe while you sleep.

Sheepishly she answered, Thanks.

Si it was as trevor sat back on the couch, flipping through channels and his script, sarah curled up under the soft down covers of her large bed. After listening to the quiet droning of the TV, she fell asleep.

And the dreams came.

* * *

Hmmm, should I stop here? Let you hang. I dunno, do you want to hear more that badly? Whoa, I think I heard a loud yell. Ouch! Hey, stop through that at m-*splunk* Okay, who threw the over ripe apple? Like what a waste of food. Hmph, guess I should go. Oh wait, I hear pleading. Well now that's different. Hey you! Yeah the one with his/her hand on the mouse. Step away from the button! You heard me, don't go exiting people. How'd you like it if I did -hey wait, okay, okay. *sigh* Here's the rest. What pushieness. Eep! Sorry, sorry. Let's go on. Man what an author goes through to keep readers happy. ^^;

* * *

It felt cold, like a draft had entered the room. But it wasn't her room. Where was she?

She was sitting on a bed, as if waiting for someone or something. She wore a simple sleeveless silver dress, no frills or lace, that reached to the floor and she was barefoot. Her hair flowed down her back freely and gently caressed her face as the breeze brushed it. In her hand was a white rose that looked whiter then snow yet the center petals looked as their edges had been frosted deep blue. She'd never seen such a rose.

Gentle candle light fluttered about the room and a fire crackled in a near by grate. It felt like hours as she waited: for what, she didn't know.

The breeze must be coming from the opened glass doors not far from her. Curious, she stepped onto a plush rug and after a few steps came to a stone cold floor yet kept walking until she went through the doorway and found herslef on a balconey overlooking a lighted garden. The moon shone above like a milky rose and its gentle light seemed to caress her as the wind did as if welcome her. Why did she feel this sudden aching loneliness?

She suddenly didn't feel alone. A presence was behind her and she spun. No one. Yet a soft breath blew at her neck sending pleasant shivers up and down her spine.

"I've missed you," a soft voice spoke by her ear as she gave a small gasp. Gentle hands held her arms and she instinctively leaned back against a strong chest. The arms incircled her, hoding her close. She suddenly felt her voice, as if it were always there.

"I know. I miss you too. I couldn't find you."

"But you've been searching, haven't you?"

"I try," she said sadly, "but when I awake…" she felt tears in her eyes. His hand came up and gently wiped a tear away.

"Don't give up. I am searching too. May haps we will be together again. Our love is strong."

She gripped his arms, crying more, "Every night, I'm confused again. It could happen that soon I will…I will…"

He held her tightly, rocking back and forth gently, his head reasting on her's, "No, I will not let it happen. I will protect you. Together we are strong. Never forget that."

Suddenly the tears stopped and fear came into her eyes, "Forget?" Her eyes went blank, "For…get…"

The candle began to go out. The man suddenly turned her but she didn't see him and he only saw her eyes, as the rest of her face was in darkness. It was as if her eyes went milky with blindness.

"No," he choked, "No, you've got to remember. Hold onto the thought and follow it. Please!" he pleaded, tears appearing as he shook her. She didn't respond. The room seemed to go dark and it felt like it spun around them.

"Please, wake up," he cried, "Hold onto the thoughts. Find me and I will find you. Hang onto my thoughts!"

Like a mist she melted away, the rose slowly falling with a soft sound as it hit the floor. He crumpled to the ground, clutching himself as if still holding her, "no! please come back! The pain, oh please!"

With an agonizing cry, he was gone.

* * *

Somewhere in a darkned room, someone awoke with a gasp. They gripped their head and choked in air as overwhelming feelings came over them. And just as quickly, painful tears began to fall as a small whisper was heard.

"No."

%@%@

If I have received even the slightest tear, my work has done well. I feel enough tears now as most everyone will, at this time. I hope it has been good for you to release a little emotion as it is for most everyone. R & R if you wish. Hang on, all of you. You'll pull through.

"At least I got to see you…one last time."

-Beauty & the Beast-