A/N: hullo! You must be crazy indeed if you're still reading this, all the
way to chapter five. *frowns* oh well. At least I know now that I'm not
alone in this world! There is a song in this - it starts out with Sarah
singing it (like I said, she's a soprano in this!). but I'm not going to
make her just "sing" it the whole time - I mean, let's face it; Jareth is
*the* singer in Laby. Duh! So I'm going to put the rest of the lyrics in
[these little caption thingies.]. deal? Okay? Understand? Good!
Disclaimer: look, people, I don't own. So if you tried to sue me, I assure you that all you would get is mybroken flashlight from the 6th grade (please don't ask) and/or my poor, poor computer. *huggles computer* AND IF YOU TAKE MY ONLY MEANS OF CONNECTION TO THE INTERNAT THEN I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE DEAD!!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAA!!! On an unrelated topic, I don't own "I Hope You Dance". Lee Ann Womack does. And I might add that this song is one of the ONLY two exceptions I'll make for country music. :p bleh. Sorry, I guess that I'm not a country fan. Oh well. ^_^()
Chapter Started: 3/28/03 Chapter finished: 3/28/03
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The night after the last chapter, and I'll relieve poor, poor Jareth of all his stressors. Or, a few of them - I mean, which one of us wants to deal with Sarah and Toby while our castle and kingdom in general has been taken over by Mr. Willy, our brother and arch rival? I mean, and anti-aging too? Come ON! Okay, sorry.
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Sarah pulled her knees to her chest for some warmth and watched Toby and Jareth in the thirteen stars' light. Toby was snoring happily, completely content apparently, curled up to his big step-sister's side. Jareth... now looked maybe thirteen or twelve. In the starlight, he seemed more then unusually pale. His dirty blond hair brushed the tips of his ears (which were obviously Elven, Sarah couldn't help but think in semi-admiration), and his face seemed so young when he was asleep..... innocent, really. But what really got her was not his now almost frail-looking body frame, or his ears or (really, really, almost sickly, really, pale) skin, nor was it his height which had only grown about maybe half an inch smaller/shorter. It was his half-open eyes. They were glazed over with sleep, and Sarah could have sworn that if his lids were lifted a little over halfway higher then he would be sleeping with his eyes open. And they were a deep, dark blue and brown, both colors hardly distinguishable from each other, framed by thick, black lashes.
Moreover, he was alive (or so she assured herself my reaching out every now and then to check his pulse) but his form was procumbent, and his chest hardly moved with each quiet breath. Then again, Sarah avoided as best she could looking at the bright pale skin and muscles there - he just looked so naïve. Hesitantly, she reached out and pushed her two fingers against his neck, feeling for the pulse, assuring herself that it was there, that he was alive.
It'd be such a waste for such a gorgeous guy to die, right? Sarah mentally slapped herself after that one.
"Sarah?" asked a small voice, and Toby stirred. "Go back to sleep, Toby."
"Im cold."
"I know, hon, we all are" are so Sarah thought, glancing at Jareth. "But we're all going to have to tough it out for now, okay? It'll be warm in the castle once we get there."
"Oh." Toby shifted again and Sarah put her knees down and laid his head on her lap.
"Will you sing me a song?" he asked at last, closing his eyes.
"Uh, okay..... What do you want me to sing?"
"Something in the talking Jaref was saying."
"I can't speak that language."
"Then a magic song - like the one from my dreams."
Sarah paled. The Goblins had told her all about what Jareth and Toby had done at that party at her house before she gained some sense and kicked them all out for fear of Toby's safety. They WERE Goblins, after all. Toby had sung the song once or twice as well.
"I'm not sure I know it.... but, uh, hey, while we're on the subject of dancing," Sarah's mind went immediately to the dream in the Bubble with Jareth, and the (incredibly romantic) song he had sung. But then she glanced at his prone form again, checked his pulse, blushed, and shook her head. "I Hope You Dance," she decided. That song I played for you last year, remember?"
"No. I'm hungry."
"So am i."
"Will you sing me the song? The dancing one?"
"Sure." Sarah paused and wondered briefly how incredibly embarrassed she'd be should Jareth wake up and hear her sing the song, any song in general.
"Sing it."
"I am." Another pause, and Sarah took a deep breath, then started slowly, acappella. "I hope you never lose your sense of wonder. Get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger. May you never take one single breath for granted - god forbid love ever leave you empty-handed. I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean. Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens. Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance. And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance...... I hope you dance," Sarah's voice grew in volume and feeling as she fell into the song, and she closed her eyes, letting the lyrics sweep over her like a wave of emotion.
So she didn't notice Jareth's eyes open all the way, or see him roll over with a slight grimace to watch (and listen of course) to her. She also didn't notice that, after Toby curled next to her and she pulled her knees to her chest, still singing, Toby was (conk!) asleep.
[I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
never settle for the path of least resistance
living might mean taking chances, but their worth takin'
loving might be a mistake, but its worth makin'.]
Eyes still closed, Sarah turned her face to the sky, unconsciously picturing that scene in the ballroom, in the bubble. 'What was Jareth thinking during all of that?' she wondered (also unconciously). 'Does he feel an overwhelming joy and emotions when he sings? That special song in particular?' she shifted to her knees. Jareth pushed himself to his feet and stood silently in front of an unnoticing Sarah. He circled her like a cat, listening, and finally fell to his knees beside her, his mind swiftly predicting future lyrics in the song, and devising words along with it.
[don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
when you come close to selling out, reconsider.
Give the heavens above more then just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance -]
Jareth took a quiet breath and sange softly behind hers. (A/N: and I'LL put J's words, though they're technically Womack's, in {these things}, okay?)
[I hope you dance..... I hope you dance
{time is a wheel in constant motion, always rolling us along,}
I hope you dance...... I hope you dance,
{tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder, where those years have gone}]
Sarah became aware of Jareth's voice, but didn't care. She could feel his hand on her shoulder, hear his voice accompanying hers, and opened her eyes, though only for a second, she closed them again.
[I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
whenever one closes, I hope one more opens,
promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance;
I hope you dance, I hope you dance
{time is a wheel in constant motion, always}
I hope you dance...
{rolling us along,}
I hope you dance...
{tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder}
I hope you dance...
{where those years have gone?}
{tell me, who}
dance... dance...
{wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone?}]
Sarah slipped slightly, and curled into a ball much like Toby, resting her head in Jareth's lap.
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A/N: aw, wasn't that sweet? *sticks tongue out* songfics are distracting to write. Ack, ok, I'll stay away from writing those unless it's by the velvetty voice of our dear Jareth! *snort* no, really. Um......, yeah. Tell me which name best suits Mr. Willy! See last chapter for options.
Disclaimer: look, people, I don't own. So if you tried to sue me, I assure you that all you would get is mybroken flashlight from the 6th grade (please don't ask) and/or my poor, poor computer. *huggles computer* AND IF YOU TAKE MY ONLY MEANS OF CONNECTION TO THE INTERNAT THEN I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE DEAD!!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAA!!! On an unrelated topic, I don't own "I Hope You Dance". Lee Ann Womack does. And I might add that this song is one of the ONLY two exceptions I'll make for country music. :p bleh. Sorry, I guess that I'm not a country fan. Oh well. ^_^()
Chapter Started: 3/28/03 Chapter finished: 3/28/03
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The night after the last chapter, and I'll relieve poor, poor Jareth of all his stressors. Or, a few of them - I mean, which one of us wants to deal with Sarah and Toby while our castle and kingdom in general has been taken over by Mr. Willy, our brother and arch rival? I mean, and anti-aging too? Come ON! Okay, sorry.
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Sarah pulled her knees to her chest for some warmth and watched Toby and Jareth in the thirteen stars' light. Toby was snoring happily, completely content apparently, curled up to his big step-sister's side. Jareth... now looked maybe thirteen or twelve. In the starlight, he seemed more then unusually pale. His dirty blond hair brushed the tips of his ears (which were obviously Elven, Sarah couldn't help but think in semi-admiration), and his face seemed so young when he was asleep..... innocent, really. But what really got her was not his now almost frail-looking body frame, or his ears or (really, really, almost sickly, really, pale) skin, nor was it his height which had only grown about maybe half an inch smaller/shorter. It was his half-open eyes. They were glazed over with sleep, and Sarah could have sworn that if his lids were lifted a little over halfway higher then he would be sleeping with his eyes open. And they were a deep, dark blue and brown, both colors hardly distinguishable from each other, framed by thick, black lashes.
Moreover, he was alive (or so she assured herself my reaching out every now and then to check his pulse) but his form was procumbent, and his chest hardly moved with each quiet breath. Then again, Sarah avoided as best she could looking at the bright pale skin and muscles there - he just looked so naïve. Hesitantly, she reached out and pushed her two fingers against his neck, feeling for the pulse, assuring herself that it was there, that he was alive.
It'd be such a waste for such a gorgeous guy to die, right? Sarah mentally slapped herself after that one.
"Sarah?" asked a small voice, and Toby stirred. "Go back to sleep, Toby."
"Im cold."
"I know, hon, we all are" are so Sarah thought, glancing at Jareth. "But we're all going to have to tough it out for now, okay? It'll be warm in the castle once we get there."
"Oh." Toby shifted again and Sarah put her knees down and laid his head on her lap.
"Will you sing me a song?" he asked at last, closing his eyes.
"Uh, okay..... What do you want me to sing?"
"Something in the talking Jaref was saying."
"I can't speak that language."
"Then a magic song - like the one from my dreams."
Sarah paled. The Goblins had told her all about what Jareth and Toby had done at that party at her house before she gained some sense and kicked them all out for fear of Toby's safety. They WERE Goblins, after all. Toby had sung the song once or twice as well.
"I'm not sure I know it.... but, uh, hey, while we're on the subject of dancing," Sarah's mind went immediately to the dream in the Bubble with Jareth, and the (incredibly romantic) song he had sung. But then she glanced at his prone form again, checked his pulse, blushed, and shook her head. "I Hope You Dance," she decided. That song I played for you last year, remember?"
"No. I'm hungry."
"So am i."
"Will you sing me the song? The dancing one?"
"Sure." Sarah paused and wondered briefly how incredibly embarrassed she'd be should Jareth wake up and hear her sing the song, any song in general.
"Sing it."
"I am." Another pause, and Sarah took a deep breath, then started slowly, acappella. "I hope you never lose your sense of wonder. Get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger. May you never take one single breath for granted - god forbid love ever leave you empty-handed. I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean. Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens. Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance. And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance...... I hope you dance," Sarah's voice grew in volume and feeling as she fell into the song, and she closed her eyes, letting the lyrics sweep over her like a wave of emotion.
So she didn't notice Jareth's eyes open all the way, or see him roll over with a slight grimace to watch (and listen of course) to her. She also didn't notice that, after Toby curled next to her and she pulled her knees to her chest, still singing, Toby was (conk!) asleep.
[I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
never settle for the path of least resistance
living might mean taking chances, but their worth takin'
loving might be a mistake, but its worth makin'.]
Eyes still closed, Sarah turned her face to the sky, unconsciously picturing that scene in the ballroom, in the bubble. 'What was Jareth thinking during all of that?' she wondered (also unconciously). 'Does he feel an overwhelming joy and emotions when he sings? That special song in particular?' she shifted to her knees. Jareth pushed himself to his feet and stood silently in front of an unnoticing Sarah. He circled her like a cat, listening, and finally fell to his knees beside her, his mind swiftly predicting future lyrics in the song, and devising words along with it.
[don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
when you come close to selling out, reconsider.
Give the heavens above more then just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance -]
Jareth took a quiet breath and sange softly behind hers. (A/N: and I'LL put J's words, though they're technically Womack's, in {these things}, okay?)
[I hope you dance..... I hope you dance
{time is a wheel in constant motion, always rolling us along,}
I hope you dance...... I hope you dance,
{tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder, where those years have gone}]
Sarah became aware of Jareth's voice, but didn't care. She could feel his hand on her shoulder, hear his voice accompanying hers, and opened her eyes, though only for a second, she closed them again.
[I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
whenever one closes, I hope one more opens,
promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance;
I hope you dance, I hope you dance
{time is a wheel in constant motion, always}
I hope you dance...
{rolling us along,}
I hope you dance...
{tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder}
I hope you dance...
{where those years have gone?}
{tell me, who}
dance... dance...
{wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone?}]
Sarah slipped slightly, and curled into a ball much like Toby, resting her head in Jareth's lap.
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A/N: aw, wasn't that sweet? *sticks tongue out* songfics are distracting to write. Ack, ok, I'll stay away from writing those unless it's by the velvetty voice of our dear Jareth! *snort* no, really. Um......, yeah. Tell me which name best suits Mr. Willy! See last chapter for options.