A/N: I'm back! And I'm sorta sad that nobody is Constructively Criticizing
me. *sniff* I know I'm making mistakes - I don't proofread my chapters, so
there HAS to be mistakes, but nobody is pointing them out. *frowns* I
wouldn't be offended or anything - I just need a beta is all. *walks off
sadly dragging feet*
Disclaimer: no, I uh, I kind of don't own Labyrinth. Or Jareth. Or Sarah. Or Toby.
Chapter Started: 3/14/03 (HAPPY PI DAY!!!) Chapter Finished: 3/16/03
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it was at that moment that Sarah passed out that Jareth woke up. See, Sarah's screaming worked as a belated alarm clock - kinda like mine. It usually goes off for a half an hour before I wake up, that's why Jareth didn't wake up before. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. He woke up and pushed himself almost painfully to a sitting position. He froze when he saw the Wolves sitting there, watching him silently, but then relaxed when he recognized the wouldn't come into Labyrinthine territory.
What happened? He knew that he........ what had he been doing? Jareth groaned and caressed his temples for a moment before he remembered. He had passed out just before nightfall, before they had gotten into Labyrinthine territory. That meant that. that Sarah had brought him and Toby here. At night? With the Wild Creatures about? Quickly he looked down on himself (swearing slightly at how much more younger he looked) and to his right, and started checking Toby for injuries. He was scratched a bit but nothing more than pale and shaken looking. Then he took in a breath and looked over at Sarah.
She was on her stomach, head turned away from him. Her right arm was stretched above her head, bent at the wrist, and had four long, deep gashes on it between her wrist and elbow. They were still bleeding slightly. Her other arm was beneath her, and her legs were stretched out behind her, barely in Labyrinthine territory.
Carefully, Jareth checked her pulse, then felt for broken bones before deeming it safe to roll her onto her back. He groaned. Again.
Like Toby, she was unusually pale and had quite a few scratches. Her shirt was ripped (the vest lost) and was a bright crimson color on her side away from him. Her feet were bruised and bloodied too - they almost looked broken, but were fine to the touch. The bleeding there had just begun to stop, the Labyrinth's magic washing over the trio.
But, he groaned again as he realized this, when he tentatively traced her side, trying to find where he could pull the shreds of fabric away, it became clear that it was still bleeding, though not heavily. Work of the magic of his realm, he guessed. After a moment, he managed to get the entire shirt off, and turned it inside out where it was mostly clean, to stop the bleeding. Infections were easily set in on Mortal Humans, see.
The thirteen stars' light was enough for him to see clear as day - magic, once again! And the Wolves growled when they smelled the blood anew.
"Og, stsaeb, ereht si on doof ereh rof uoy." He snapped at them. A few snarled and left, but the bigger ones stayed, glaring unblinkingly at him impassively.
Jareth just sighed and checked Sarah's wound again. She groaned, and stirred. "Sarah?" he asked softly.
"Toby," she gasped, opening her eyes and trying to make sense of Jareth's vague form above her. "Where is Toby? Is he okay?"
"Toby is fine," Jareth murmured. "He's sleeping now, just here." He took one of Sarah's hands and guided it to Toby's small form, which Jareth had also rolled onto his back.
"Is he dead?" Sarah asked flatly.
"No. I fear that you are more likely to die."
"Why?" then Sarah felt it - I mean, she wasn't ignoring the pain. you can't exactly ignore the pain of having half your side ripped out, that's a physical impossibility. She was just more worried about Toby, and once she knew that he was safe, she relaxed slightly and felt The Pain. Ouch.
"Ooooh, that hurts," she gasped, reaching down to her side. "Those.. those monsters, they, they attacked! They, they, they're still here!" she pointed wildly at the remaining wolves, panicked of course, and adrenaline gave her cause to jump to her feet and stumble backwards before falling on her butt again, heaving, clutching her side. I think that I'd have gone into shock about now, but this is the Labyrinth we're talking about, so just pretend that a lot of the pain is dulled by the Labyrinth's magic, no matter how weakened it was by Mr. Willy (who, I might add, is still here).
"They won't attack again," Jareth soothed, standing as well. "We're in Labyrinthine Territory - that's why your wounds have already started healing, and so much of the pain is dulled, and your awake."
"It still hurts," Sarah pointed out, her eyes filling with tears. She removed her shirt that was pressed to her side and inspected the not-so- freely-bleeding-now gash. "It still hurts," she gasped softly, repeating her earlier statement. It looked more worse then it was, really.
"Sarah," Jareth said gently, walking over and kneeling in front of her. "Your bumps and bruises will heal, in time, the Labyrinth and your body should handle that easily enough. But they won't heal properly if they aren't clean, so I know you're weak, but we've got to get to the castle, the sooner the better."
"What about Mr. Willy?"
"He's Aboveground looking for me. I can feel it, so we're safe here. And when he does come back, he'll go to his own place (wherever that may be) because the Labyrinth is under my control now that I'm here. Chances are he'll sneak back in and actually kill me, but I'd rather kill him first. and I can't do that if your infected in every region of your body, so let's go."
He helped her stand, just as a cool night wind came and swept about. (A/N: *nudge, nudge, wink, wink* you know what's comin'!)
There was a moment of silence, in which the camera zooms a hundred miles away and stares happily at the sky, while there is a distant echo of, "YOU PERVERT!!!"
Then the camera pans down to the horizon and watches wolves, bears, wolfbears, and other evil creatures cower before the horrifying sound of Scary-mode-Sarah that's wounded and PMSing at the same time. Shouting like that continues, replacing 'perv' with other such things, some more colorful than others, and about an hour later it zooms back to Sarah and Jareth, Toby now held protectively in front of a flushed Sarah, whose Scary-Mode has finally worn itself out with her fatigue.
"You, you, you," she mumbled, searching for a word she hadn't used yet. Jareth sighed after staring at her for a moment longer. Toby was still out of it.
"What was I supposed to use, Sarah? My own shirt? I doubt that you'd have liked traveling the rest of the way to the castle with me shirtless."
This shut Sarah up. Actually, she thought, I wouldn't have minded that as much.
"Well, I'D rather not travel to the castle shirtless as well!"
"You already have that thing on."
"This? Jareth, this is called a bra. Define - sports bra. Its an undergarment! Doesn't the word 'undergarment' mean anything to you?"
"Uh, no, um, no, not really."
Sarah gave a frustrated sigh and stamped her foot, hugging Toby closer to her chest and stomach, growling at the pain in her side and now throbbing foot. "YOU, you, Jareth, please don't tell me you don't know, oh, say, what something like UNDERWEAR IS, PERHAPS?!?"
Jareth simply blinked. "Um, I know what that is, but I don't get the whole ban thing or whatever it is you call it."
"bra."
"yeah, bra. What did I say?"
"Look, Jareth, this is important!"
"what's so important about bras?"
"YOU," Sarah took a deep breath. "YOU ARE THE MOST MODESTLY CHALLENGED GUY I'VE EVER MET!!!!! I'D RATHER YOU WERE ONE OF THOSE SHY, PASSIVE DUDES WHO BREAK THE RULES TRYING TO BE COOL! Well, actually, then I wouldn't logically, but that's not my point! My point is that YOU," she paused for another deep breath. "YOU. ARE. SO. WEIRD!" there. She had said it.
Jareth stared at her. He wondered briefly if being 'weird' was a compliment, but decided that it wasn't by flushed look on Sarah's face.
"Modesty is not an issue, Sarah," he reprimanded gently. "Besides, its nothing I haven't seen before."
"PERVERT!" Sarah repeated.
"I didn't need to know if you were virgin or not, I didn't want to know THAT, I just want something." she sighed, "Something like another shirt or something. Not yours."
"I am VIRGIN, thank you very much, and Toby obviously can't give you his. Besides, like I said before, you have that brat thing on. Define - sports brat. (A/N: chocolate covered dinosaurs to the person who got that!). and your wounds need to heal in open air, your covered - though I really don't get all this modesty stuff - so it all works out."
"No, Jareth, it doesn't." Sarah exhaled slowly, and adjusted Toby (still outta it). "and don't patronize me. look, I just, we, I mean," Sarah sighed again. Does that a lot, doesn't she?
"Your embarrassed," Jareth stated matter-of-fact. "I can tell. This really bothers you, doesn't it?"
"YES! What, do women walk around shirtless in this place?" Sarah frowned. "ARE there any women in this place? or, any other humans other then you?"
"I'm not Human, I'm part elf part fairy. And no other humans. You might count the human-Goblins, but I bet you won't. I rule the Labyrinth alone. But before I took over this place, I was born and raised in the Northern Underground. Its like Aboveground parks there, I suppose you might say, very beautiful. and not only do my kind dwell there, but Elves and other such creatures as well (duh). And in celebrations and stuff the women always wore open jackets - so, like I said, nothing I haven't seen before. Oh, and I'm NOT patronizing you."
Sarah stared. "You mean, this place is like Medieval times? Freaky." She took a deep, calming breath. "Okay," she sighed. "I've worn belly shirts and I've got a two-piece swim-suit, so I can handle this, I'm cool," she paused, "Just. just don't look, okay?"
"Sure," Jareth offered, then uncrossed his arms (they'd been crossed, you see).
"So, am I allowed to look at your side now?"
"NO!"
"Sarah, if it gets infected you could very well die. Aren't you feeling light headed by now? You've lost a lot of blood, and its still bleeding a little. The pain will only increase," Jareth thought a moment, then his a knowing smile. "Think of Toby. Do you think that he could use a dead sister about now?"
Sarah shook her head. "No," she sighed. "I suppose not. But, like I said before, don't look at anything."
"I won't," Jareth assured.
Sarah shifted Toby (like mentioned before, he's still in goo-goo-baby-three- year-old-boy-space-land.)
Jareth (using any part of her shirt that wasn't dirty, which was very little) brushed unwanted blood away and inspected the gash. It was actually two gashes, both lighter then they appeared, the bleeding finally stopped. Jareth silently prayed a thank you to his Labyrinth's fast-paced magic as he tended the teeth marks as best he could.
"Its not too bad," he reported absentmindedly, and tore his shirt into the proper strips, then tied them securely around Sarah's side, bandaging the cuts. He then stood (he had been kneeling) and raised an eyebrow as Sarah went an even brighter shade of red.
"What are you embarrassed about now?"
"nothing," Sarah replied in a much higher voice then usual. "Um, can we get going now? If we travel all day and the rest of the night we ought to be there by tomorrow."
"Actually," Jareth said, "If we traveled day and night nonstop for two days, we'd get there. But we'll need to sleep at night, now that we're in Labyrinthine territory, and travel by day. We've got no food or water until sometime tomorrow, if we get going now, where there's a sort of lagoon. So it'll take four days at least." He ran a bloodied hand through his hair, ignoring the slight streak it left.
"let's go, then" he decided, and turned around and set off. Sarah hesitated, then followed after him, trotting so that she was a little behind him (in case the perv got any ideas) and they both ignored the Wolves' howling behind them.
She tried really, really, really hard not to notice how neither of them had a shirt on except Toby (A/N: I think he'll wake up tomorrow morning!). silly kid, she thought. He hasn't got any clue as to how lucky he is.
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A/N: not bad, not bad, not bad! Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out, I got a you-know-what-king-of-grade on one of my tests and my parents freaked. So now, after being grounded from my computer, I've been able to give this chap to you! Happy spring break!
Disclaimer: no, I uh, I kind of don't own Labyrinth. Or Jareth. Or Sarah. Or Toby.
Chapter Started: 3/14/03 (HAPPY PI DAY!!!) Chapter Finished: 3/16/03
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it was at that moment that Sarah passed out that Jareth woke up. See, Sarah's screaming worked as a belated alarm clock - kinda like mine. It usually goes off for a half an hour before I wake up, that's why Jareth didn't wake up before. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. He woke up and pushed himself almost painfully to a sitting position. He froze when he saw the Wolves sitting there, watching him silently, but then relaxed when he recognized the wouldn't come into Labyrinthine territory.
What happened? He knew that he........ what had he been doing? Jareth groaned and caressed his temples for a moment before he remembered. He had passed out just before nightfall, before they had gotten into Labyrinthine territory. That meant that. that Sarah had brought him and Toby here. At night? With the Wild Creatures about? Quickly he looked down on himself (swearing slightly at how much more younger he looked) and to his right, and started checking Toby for injuries. He was scratched a bit but nothing more than pale and shaken looking. Then he took in a breath and looked over at Sarah.
She was on her stomach, head turned away from him. Her right arm was stretched above her head, bent at the wrist, and had four long, deep gashes on it between her wrist and elbow. They were still bleeding slightly. Her other arm was beneath her, and her legs were stretched out behind her, barely in Labyrinthine territory.
Carefully, Jareth checked her pulse, then felt for broken bones before deeming it safe to roll her onto her back. He groaned. Again.
Like Toby, she was unusually pale and had quite a few scratches. Her shirt was ripped (the vest lost) and was a bright crimson color on her side away from him. Her feet were bruised and bloodied too - they almost looked broken, but were fine to the touch. The bleeding there had just begun to stop, the Labyrinth's magic washing over the trio.
But, he groaned again as he realized this, when he tentatively traced her side, trying to find where he could pull the shreds of fabric away, it became clear that it was still bleeding, though not heavily. Work of the magic of his realm, he guessed. After a moment, he managed to get the entire shirt off, and turned it inside out where it was mostly clean, to stop the bleeding. Infections were easily set in on Mortal Humans, see.
The thirteen stars' light was enough for him to see clear as day - magic, once again! And the Wolves growled when they smelled the blood anew.
"Og, stsaeb, ereht si on doof ereh rof uoy." He snapped at them. A few snarled and left, but the bigger ones stayed, glaring unblinkingly at him impassively.
Jareth just sighed and checked Sarah's wound again. She groaned, and stirred. "Sarah?" he asked softly.
"Toby," she gasped, opening her eyes and trying to make sense of Jareth's vague form above her. "Where is Toby? Is he okay?"
"Toby is fine," Jareth murmured. "He's sleeping now, just here." He took one of Sarah's hands and guided it to Toby's small form, which Jareth had also rolled onto his back.
"Is he dead?" Sarah asked flatly.
"No. I fear that you are more likely to die."
"Why?" then Sarah felt it - I mean, she wasn't ignoring the pain. you can't exactly ignore the pain of having half your side ripped out, that's a physical impossibility. She was just more worried about Toby, and once she knew that he was safe, she relaxed slightly and felt The Pain. Ouch.
"Ooooh, that hurts," she gasped, reaching down to her side. "Those.. those monsters, they, they attacked! They, they, they're still here!" she pointed wildly at the remaining wolves, panicked of course, and adrenaline gave her cause to jump to her feet and stumble backwards before falling on her butt again, heaving, clutching her side. I think that I'd have gone into shock about now, but this is the Labyrinth we're talking about, so just pretend that a lot of the pain is dulled by the Labyrinth's magic, no matter how weakened it was by Mr. Willy (who, I might add, is still here).
"They won't attack again," Jareth soothed, standing as well. "We're in Labyrinthine Territory - that's why your wounds have already started healing, and so much of the pain is dulled, and your awake."
"It still hurts," Sarah pointed out, her eyes filling with tears. She removed her shirt that was pressed to her side and inspected the not-so- freely-bleeding-now gash. "It still hurts," she gasped softly, repeating her earlier statement. It looked more worse then it was, really.
"Sarah," Jareth said gently, walking over and kneeling in front of her. "Your bumps and bruises will heal, in time, the Labyrinth and your body should handle that easily enough. But they won't heal properly if they aren't clean, so I know you're weak, but we've got to get to the castle, the sooner the better."
"What about Mr. Willy?"
"He's Aboveground looking for me. I can feel it, so we're safe here. And when he does come back, he'll go to his own place (wherever that may be) because the Labyrinth is under my control now that I'm here. Chances are he'll sneak back in and actually kill me, but I'd rather kill him first. and I can't do that if your infected in every region of your body, so let's go."
He helped her stand, just as a cool night wind came and swept about. (A/N: *nudge, nudge, wink, wink* you know what's comin'!)
There was a moment of silence, in which the camera zooms a hundred miles away and stares happily at the sky, while there is a distant echo of, "YOU PERVERT!!!"
Then the camera pans down to the horizon and watches wolves, bears, wolfbears, and other evil creatures cower before the horrifying sound of Scary-mode-Sarah that's wounded and PMSing at the same time. Shouting like that continues, replacing 'perv' with other such things, some more colorful than others, and about an hour later it zooms back to Sarah and Jareth, Toby now held protectively in front of a flushed Sarah, whose Scary-Mode has finally worn itself out with her fatigue.
"You, you, you," she mumbled, searching for a word she hadn't used yet. Jareth sighed after staring at her for a moment longer. Toby was still out of it.
"What was I supposed to use, Sarah? My own shirt? I doubt that you'd have liked traveling the rest of the way to the castle with me shirtless."
This shut Sarah up. Actually, she thought, I wouldn't have minded that as much.
"Well, I'D rather not travel to the castle shirtless as well!"
"You already have that thing on."
"This? Jareth, this is called a bra. Define - sports bra. Its an undergarment! Doesn't the word 'undergarment' mean anything to you?"
"Uh, no, um, no, not really."
Sarah gave a frustrated sigh and stamped her foot, hugging Toby closer to her chest and stomach, growling at the pain in her side and now throbbing foot. "YOU, you, Jareth, please don't tell me you don't know, oh, say, what something like UNDERWEAR IS, PERHAPS?!?"
Jareth simply blinked. "Um, I know what that is, but I don't get the whole ban thing or whatever it is you call it."
"bra."
"yeah, bra. What did I say?"
"Look, Jareth, this is important!"
"what's so important about bras?"
"YOU," Sarah took a deep breath. "YOU ARE THE MOST MODESTLY CHALLENGED GUY I'VE EVER MET!!!!! I'D RATHER YOU WERE ONE OF THOSE SHY, PASSIVE DUDES WHO BREAK THE RULES TRYING TO BE COOL! Well, actually, then I wouldn't logically, but that's not my point! My point is that YOU," she paused for another deep breath. "YOU. ARE. SO. WEIRD!" there. She had said it.
Jareth stared at her. He wondered briefly if being 'weird' was a compliment, but decided that it wasn't by flushed look on Sarah's face.
"Modesty is not an issue, Sarah," he reprimanded gently. "Besides, its nothing I haven't seen before."
"PERVERT!" Sarah repeated.
"I didn't need to know if you were virgin or not, I didn't want to know THAT, I just want something." she sighed, "Something like another shirt or something. Not yours."
"I am VIRGIN, thank you very much, and Toby obviously can't give you his. Besides, like I said before, you have that brat thing on. Define - sports brat. (A/N: chocolate covered dinosaurs to the person who got that!). and your wounds need to heal in open air, your covered - though I really don't get all this modesty stuff - so it all works out."
"No, Jareth, it doesn't." Sarah exhaled slowly, and adjusted Toby (still outta it). "and don't patronize me. look, I just, we, I mean," Sarah sighed again. Does that a lot, doesn't she?
"Your embarrassed," Jareth stated matter-of-fact. "I can tell. This really bothers you, doesn't it?"
"YES! What, do women walk around shirtless in this place?" Sarah frowned. "ARE there any women in this place? or, any other humans other then you?"
"I'm not Human, I'm part elf part fairy. And no other humans. You might count the human-Goblins, but I bet you won't. I rule the Labyrinth alone. But before I took over this place, I was born and raised in the Northern Underground. Its like Aboveground parks there, I suppose you might say, very beautiful. and not only do my kind dwell there, but Elves and other such creatures as well (duh). And in celebrations and stuff the women always wore open jackets - so, like I said, nothing I haven't seen before. Oh, and I'm NOT patronizing you."
Sarah stared. "You mean, this place is like Medieval times? Freaky." She took a deep, calming breath. "Okay," she sighed. "I've worn belly shirts and I've got a two-piece swim-suit, so I can handle this, I'm cool," she paused, "Just. just don't look, okay?"
"Sure," Jareth offered, then uncrossed his arms (they'd been crossed, you see).
"So, am I allowed to look at your side now?"
"NO!"
"Sarah, if it gets infected you could very well die. Aren't you feeling light headed by now? You've lost a lot of blood, and its still bleeding a little. The pain will only increase," Jareth thought a moment, then his a knowing smile. "Think of Toby. Do you think that he could use a dead sister about now?"
Sarah shook her head. "No," she sighed. "I suppose not. But, like I said before, don't look at anything."
"I won't," Jareth assured.
Sarah shifted Toby (like mentioned before, he's still in goo-goo-baby-three- year-old-boy-space-land.)
Jareth (using any part of her shirt that wasn't dirty, which was very little) brushed unwanted blood away and inspected the gash. It was actually two gashes, both lighter then they appeared, the bleeding finally stopped. Jareth silently prayed a thank you to his Labyrinth's fast-paced magic as he tended the teeth marks as best he could.
"Its not too bad," he reported absentmindedly, and tore his shirt into the proper strips, then tied them securely around Sarah's side, bandaging the cuts. He then stood (he had been kneeling) and raised an eyebrow as Sarah went an even brighter shade of red.
"What are you embarrassed about now?"
"nothing," Sarah replied in a much higher voice then usual. "Um, can we get going now? If we travel all day and the rest of the night we ought to be there by tomorrow."
"Actually," Jareth said, "If we traveled day and night nonstop for two days, we'd get there. But we'll need to sleep at night, now that we're in Labyrinthine territory, and travel by day. We've got no food or water until sometime tomorrow, if we get going now, where there's a sort of lagoon. So it'll take four days at least." He ran a bloodied hand through his hair, ignoring the slight streak it left.
"let's go, then" he decided, and turned around and set off. Sarah hesitated, then followed after him, trotting so that she was a little behind him (in case the perv got any ideas) and they both ignored the Wolves' howling behind them.
She tried really, really, really hard not to notice how neither of them had a shirt on except Toby (A/N: I think he'll wake up tomorrow morning!). silly kid, she thought. He hasn't got any clue as to how lucky he is.
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A/N: not bad, not bad, not bad! Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out, I got a you-know-what-king-of-grade on one of my tests and my parents freaked. So now, after being grounded from my computer, I've been able to give this chap to you! Happy spring break!