Title: Triangles
Part Two: Dinner Failures
Author: Fire Fairy
Disclaimer: Why would I be writing FanFiction stories if I owned the Labyrinth?
Summary: Jimmy fails.
A/N: Hi. I typed this the same day I typed the first chapter but I wanted to see what everyone thought of the first chapter. Thanks Anu. If you continue to like it, I'll post the next two chapters. Enjoy.
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" I just can't believe that Jimmy would be stupid enough to say the wish out loud. After I told him not to." Angela was still fuming hours later, having refused to show her emotions in front of his Royal Highness.
" Please miss." A female goblin stuck her head in the door. Unlike most goblins, this one had dark hair down to her shoulders, blue eyes the color of the sky and was most likely only a foot or so shorter than Angela's Five foot Five.
" Yes?" She smiled, still not used to the goblin's treating her like a princess.
" I have orders to help you prepare for dinner."
" Gratias ago." The goblin's little face lit up instantly in a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
" Milady speaks the language of the dead?" The tone of voice was one of pure joy, to accent that, she had her brown, smooth hands clasped tightly together against her chest.
" You mean Latin?" At the furious nodding of the little one's head, Angela continued. " I only know a little. We were learning it in class." The goblins' face fell. Angela quickly spoke to get the happy smile back, " But I'd like to learn. What's your name?"
" Atara. Now if you don't hurry you'll be late and Jareth doesn't like that." The goblin jumped into action dragging Angela to the beautiful closet made of a rich, cherry colored mahogany, filled with dresses and lace and frills.
" I can't wear this." Angela said to every dress Atara held up.
" Why not?" Tears threatened to spill over and Atara voice held a tone that spoke of hurt and anger.
" It's not me. Here wait a second." Angela disappeared into the closet and came back holding a simple pair of black breeches, a rose red poet's shirt and flat-footed black boots that fell short of her knees. " This will do perfect," She announced holding the outfit to her body.
" But Jareth won't like it." Angela pierced her lips, annoyance easily read throughout her body. The one spoken of watched the desicion like a play through a crystal ball.
" Fine. Um." Handing the clothes to Atara, she dove back in. Coming out triumphant, she then moved to her bag where a box of make-up and earrings resided. " Can you give me a moment to change?" She asked, motioning Atara out the door as soon as she grabbed the shirt and breeches from her grasp. Atara huffed out, and waited by the door.
In ten minutes, Angela was dressed and made-up ready to go to dinner. Around her hips was a shawl that ended at her knees on one side, had fringe along the bottom, and was tied off on the other in a big knot where a flower had been jammed in. The rose red shirt was buttoned, minus the top two letting a hint of pale bare skin show.
Much like Jareth's pants the breeches were skin tight and blended well with the boots. Her face held glitter on her cheeks and eyelids, her hair was clipped up in a million places, making it look thinner than usual and fall softer about her face and her lips matched the color of her shirt. Atara was speechless.
" If he can wear glitter so can I. Now, which way, I'm starving." Atara silently led the way to the Master's study, hoping beyond hope that Angela was going to be staying.
" I see you've decided to grace me with your presence." Jareth refused to let her see how much the outfit had disturbed him, in a not so unpleasant way at that. He hadn't been able to see what she had changed into, being too much of a gentleman to watch her undress without her knowledge or consent.
" Of course your highness. No one refuses the Goblin King." She made a slight curtsey, a half smile plastered on her face, and then sat in the chair opposite him at a very delightfully engraved card table. Her voice was soft, stunned at the magnitude of the study.
" You should be happy to know that your assessment was correct. He is not even halfway through." A sad partial smile replaced the current one for a second.
" I knew he wouldn't make it." Jareth felt the need to reassure her, despite her wanting to stay and him wanting her to stay.
" There is still a chance for him to make it through." Atara had disappeared at the first word out of Jareth's mouth.
" Even with a time extension he couldn't make. Enough of that boring subject. What's for dinner?" Angela was trying to distract Jareth from noticing her discomfort and almost succeeded. After dinner, Angela retired to her room, claiming that she needed sleep and Jareth watched her go.
He was sitting by the fire when he heard a rather loud yell for him to appear. It was coming from the boy trying to make his way through the Labyrinth. Sighing, he pushed himself out of the stiff leather armchair and, starting to walk, disappeared.
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" I give up." The boy was furious, tired, and hungry. He didn't care about what happened to Angela as long as he was allowed to go home.
" You mean that you made a wish for someone to be taken out of your realm, without entirely realizing what you were doing, even after you were warned not to and now you don't even want to try to fix that mistake?" The King was trying to keep his voice calm but was having trouble.
Standing taller, Jimmy firmly stated, " Yes." Eyes flashing Jareth produced a crystal. The boy wouldn't remember any of this when he woke up.
" Mortals."
Jareth snarled before throwing the crystal straight at Jimmy's stomach. Trying to duck, Jimmy didn't make it in time and disappeared back to Aboveground.
" Stupid mortals, don't even want to correct their mistakes." Little did he know, Angela was watching through a crystal he had left behind. Tears glistened down her cheeks, smearing the glitter and leaving shining wet marks in their place.
" He doesn't want me here." She whispered, something inside of her dying at that moment, waiting for acceptance to be able to bloom again.
Part Two: Dinner Failures
Author: Fire Fairy
Disclaimer: Why would I be writing FanFiction stories if I owned the Labyrinth?
Summary: Jimmy fails.
A/N: Hi. I typed this the same day I typed the first chapter but I wanted to see what everyone thought of the first chapter. Thanks Anu. If you continue to like it, I'll post the next two chapters. Enjoy.
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" I just can't believe that Jimmy would be stupid enough to say the wish out loud. After I told him not to." Angela was still fuming hours later, having refused to show her emotions in front of his Royal Highness.
" Please miss." A female goblin stuck her head in the door. Unlike most goblins, this one had dark hair down to her shoulders, blue eyes the color of the sky and was most likely only a foot or so shorter than Angela's Five foot Five.
" Yes?" She smiled, still not used to the goblin's treating her like a princess.
" I have orders to help you prepare for dinner."
" Gratias ago." The goblin's little face lit up instantly in a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
" Milady speaks the language of the dead?" The tone of voice was one of pure joy, to accent that, she had her brown, smooth hands clasped tightly together against her chest.
" You mean Latin?" At the furious nodding of the little one's head, Angela continued. " I only know a little. We were learning it in class." The goblins' face fell. Angela quickly spoke to get the happy smile back, " But I'd like to learn. What's your name?"
" Atara. Now if you don't hurry you'll be late and Jareth doesn't like that." The goblin jumped into action dragging Angela to the beautiful closet made of a rich, cherry colored mahogany, filled with dresses and lace and frills.
" I can't wear this." Angela said to every dress Atara held up.
" Why not?" Tears threatened to spill over and Atara voice held a tone that spoke of hurt and anger.
" It's not me. Here wait a second." Angela disappeared into the closet and came back holding a simple pair of black breeches, a rose red poet's shirt and flat-footed black boots that fell short of her knees. " This will do perfect," She announced holding the outfit to her body.
" But Jareth won't like it." Angela pierced her lips, annoyance easily read throughout her body. The one spoken of watched the desicion like a play through a crystal ball.
" Fine. Um." Handing the clothes to Atara, she dove back in. Coming out triumphant, she then moved to her bag where a box of make-up and earrings resided. " Can you give me a moment to change?" She asked, motioning Atara out the door as soon as she grabbed the shirt and breeches from her grasp. Atara huffed out, and waited by the door.
In ten minutes, Angela was dressed and made-up ready to go to dinner. Around her hips was a shawl that ended at her knees on one side, had fringe along the bottom, and was tied off on the other in a big knot where a flower had been jammed in. The rose red shirt was buttoned, minus the top two letting a hint of pale bare skin show.
Much like Jareth's pants the breeches were skin tight and blended well with the boots. Her face held glitter on her cheeks and eyelids, her hair was clipped up in a million places, making it look thinner than usual and fall softer about her face and her lips matched the color of her shirt. Atara was speechless.
" If he can wear glitter so can I. Now, which way, I'm starving." Atara silently led the way to the Master's study, hoping beyond hope that Angela was going to be staying.
" I see you've decided to grace me with your presence." Jareth refused to let her see how much the outfit had disturbed him, in a not so unpleasant way at that. He hadn't been able to see what she had changed into, being too much of a gentleman to watch her undress without her knowledge or consent.
" Of course your highness. No one refuses the Goblin King." She made a slight curtsey, a half smile plastered on her face, and then sat in the chair opposite him at a very delightfully engraved card table. Her voice was soft, stunned at the magnitude of the study.
" You should be happy to know that your assessment was correct. He is not even halfway through." A sad partial smile replaced the current one for a second.
" I knew he wouldn't make it." Jareth felt the need to reassure her, despite her wanting to stay and him wanting her to stay.
" There is still a chance for him to make it through." Atara had disappeared at the first word out of Jareth's mouth.
" Even with a time extension he couldn't make. Enough of that boring subject. What's for dinner?" Angela was trying to distract Jareth from noticing her discomfort and almost succeeded. After dinner, Angela retired to her room, claiming that she needed sleep and Jareth watched her go.
He was sitting by the fire when he heard a rather loud yell for him to appear. It was coming from the boy trying to make his way through the Labyrinth. Sighing, he pushed himself out of the stiff leather armchair and, starting to walk, disappeared.
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" I give up." The boy was furious, tired, and hungry. He didn't care about what happened to Angela as long as he was allowed to go home.
" You mean that you made a wish for someone to be taken out of your realm, without entirely realizing what you were doing, even after you were warned not to and now you don't even want to try to fix that mistake?" The King was trying to keep his voice calm but was having trouble.
Standing taller, Jimmy firmly stated, " Yes." Eyes flashing Jareth produced a crystal. The boy wouldn't remember any of this when he woke up.
" Mortals."
Jareth snarled before throwing the crystal straight at Jimmy's stomach. Trying to duck, Jimmy didn't make it in time and disappeared back to Aboveground.
" Stupid mortals, don't even want to correct their mistakes." Little did he know, Angela was watching through a crystal he had left behind. Tears glistened down her cheeks, smearing the glitter and leaving shining wet marks in their place.
" He doesn't want me here." She whispered, something inside of her dying at that moment, waiting for acceptance to be able to bloom again.