Title: Triangles
Part Five: Company
Author: Fire Fairy (Trying to decide, whether or not I should change my name, any suggestions?)
Disclaimer: Nope, not gonna happen. No one's going to call me up on a lawsuit. I have and most likely never will, despite all my wishes, owned the movie 'Labyrinth', other than the copy of the tape upstairs.
Summary: There are guests in the castle who are going to make life a lot more interesting.
A/N: Alrighty then. I just want to say thank you to Anu, who gave me the idea of a family relationship. I also want to say thank you to the producers of Andromeda because of the names of the two goblins later on. I was thinking of the show when I wrote that section. And further more the song Angela is singing belongs to Hoobastank and is known as 'Crawling in the Dark'. I don't own it nor do I make money off of it. Other than that, enjoy and please review. I live off of them.
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Jareth leaned against the doorframe to Angela's room. Smiling, he watched as she jumped around the room playing an air guitar. His smile disappeared as she started to sing along with the music pounding through the headphones.
" And all the choices that I make,
Will end up all for nothing.
Show me what it's for.
Make me understand it.
I've been crawling in the dark,
Looking for the answer.
Is there something more
Than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark,
Looking for the answer."
Jareth watched, a bemused smile on his lips, as Angela paused for a music break, eyes closed in pure happiness and continued to 'jam'.
" Help me carry on.
Assure me it's okay to
Use my heart and not my eyes
To navigate the darkness."
Spinning around, she noticed Jareth and stopped, shutting off the c.d. player and ripping the headphones from her ears.
" Hello." The smile from before was still present and Jareth made no move to hide his emotions. After living with Angela for over a year, those rare moments of actual emotion seemed to make her happier than what seemed possible.
" Hi, uh... listen, about the music-" He cut her off.
" It's fine. I didn't realize you had that specific ability yet though." Angela licked her lips and put on her best 'confused' face.
" Huh?"
" Transporting items between realms."
" Oh, right. I kinda piggy-backed on your last visit." It was Jareth's turn to be confused.
" That was over a month ago." Angela nodded, looking at the ground.
" And you taught me the spell two months ago, or so."
" Right. I was just going to invite you to dinner. We have company," Jareth sounded pained at the word. "coming. You need to *dress* up." Knowing that unless it was a command, Angela never would have listened. Huffing her displeasure, Angela made an exaggerated bow.
" As you wish, milord." Atara stepped into the room, overhearing every spoken and unspoken word in the conversation.
" I'll help milady dress, if you wish milord. We'll be ready by..." She dropped off, more than willing to let Jareth finish the sentence.
" Six o'clock." Smiling, she gave a little nod of the head.
" Of course, your highness." Jareth's head snapped back and a dreamy look came into his eyes. Angela felt a twinge of disappointment. Sarah *had* to call today.
" It's Sarah." His voice made it sound like it was Christmas, which to him it probably was. Smiling happily, Angela broke his reverie.
" If she's calling, you should go. I'll entertain the guest until you get back." Angela could hear Sarah's call, as loudly as if she were standing next to the girl. Jareth nodded and disappeared.
" That was very nice of you." Atara tried to make the girl feel better.
" Just help me get dressed. There has to be something in this infernal closet that I can wear." At those words the 'infernal closet' spoke up.
" Well, if I had an idea of what you wanted to wear I might be able to give it to you." Shaking her head, Angela took another long look at the closet.
" Okay, let's try this." Ten attempts and tons of laughter later, Angela had a dress she wanted to wear and she and the closet were friends. Atara closed her eyes for a moment and grimaced.
" Jareth's back." Angela couldn't see a problem with this.
" So?"
" He has company."
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" Hello Jareth." The man in the door smiled warmly at the Goblin King. Well, as warmly as feuding relations could smile.
" Hello brother."
" Couldn't you be a little bit more polite? And who's the lovely lady? This isn't Angela, is it?" The thin, brown-haired man reached for her hand, and brought it to his lips in a kiss.
" No, this is Sarah." The man's eyes widened at the name.
" So this is the lovely lady that defeated the Labyrinth more than five years ago. I must say, it is a pleasure to finally meet you."
" Thank you." Sarah moved closer to the comfort and security that was the Goblin King.
" Leave off Marcus. So what are you doing here?"
" Tut, tut, tut. Is that anyway to treat family?"
" It is when they tried to kill you." Angela made her entrance before the two men could kill each other.
" Gentlemen, please. This isn't the time nor the place. Now what Lord Marcus wants can wait until *after* dinner. Can't it your majesty?" She tried to get her meaning across as she took his older brothers' arm. " Besides, I don't think I've been properly introduced to your... friend." Smiling sweetly, she stretched a hand out to Sarah.
" My name's Angela. What's yours dear?" It took Sarah a moment but she finally shook her hand.
" My name is Sarah. It's nice to meet you." Marcus took this opportunity to interrupt.
" So *you* are the mysterious Angela the entire Underground is talking about."
Smiling once back at Jareth and Sarah, Angela struck up a halfway intelligent conversation as she led him to the dining hall they were going to be using that night.
Conversation between the brothers was strained, but Sarah and Angela tried to remedy the situation.
" I used to have a dress just like that. I used it to... um..."
" Play?" Angela could tell that Sarah was looking for a better word but Angela liked 'playing' just fine.
" Yes. It's very interesting." And Sarah's statement was true. It was exactly like hers had been except this form-fitting dress was a very flattering wine red color.
" Thank you. You know Jareth, you never told me the closet in my room could talk."
Jareth looked as surprised at this information as Angela had felt when she first found out.
" If I had known, I would have made you aware of it. Is that how you managed to find such a splendid dress? I don't remember that in your wardrobe." He commented, sipping at the wine in his cup.
" Yes actually it is." Smiling, she smoothed the wrinkles out of the part resting on her leg before looking back up at the other individuals at the table. " Do you like it?" Marcus answered before his brother had a chance.
" It's simply marvelous on you, very flattering to your figure." Jareth ignored the rising sensation of... what? Jealousy?
Surely, with Sarah next to him, he couldn't be jealous of his older brother's advances on Angela. Of course not, he snapped to himself in his mind, settling the matter once and for all. The dinner continued without further interruption and the quartet retired to the study where he and Angela had eaten their first dinner.
" So, Marcus, why are you here?" The King didn't like to beat around the bush any longer than he had to and Angela's time limit had expired.
" Brother, doesn't it bother you that your guest is more of a host, or should I say hostess, than you are?" Atara was the dwarf, as Angela had found out she was, that was waiting on the four of them that night.
" Why should it?" He was bugged at Marcus's evasion of the question.
" She is a guest. You are Lord and King of this castle." Jareth bristled at the implication, but a gentle hand on his arm made him stop before he did something stupid.
" Milord, I am no more a guest here than the goblin's or dwarf's or pixies are. I live here, I work here, I stay here. This is my home. When I have the opportunity to repay his majesties kindness, I do so. Nothing more, nothing less." She batted her eyelashes and handed him another crystal goblet of wine. " More wine milord?"
" Of course, and you have no need to call me milord. You may call me Marcus as my rude little brother does." Angela handed the other two goblets to the remaining couple and took a glass of water from Atara with a muttered thank you.
" You don't drink, Angela?" Sarah asked after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.
" No. I like to have my wits about me and I've found even a few sips of the wine his majesty serves makes me lose them. My wits, that is. So, Lord Marcus, please, indulge an empty-headed female. Tell us, why are you here?" Twirling a curl around her finger she looked at Marcus, giving him her 'undivided' attention.
" Of course. I wish to strike a peace treaty with you Jareth. But business can wait until morning when the company of these two fine women aren't a distraction."
He smiled seductively, or at least what he thought was seductively, at Angela, making her grimace. Taking another sip of the remaining wine, he handed Atara the empty glass. Smiling one last time, he passed out from the sleeping pills Angela had made Atara slip in his glass.
" Well, that took a little longer to work than I had hoped. Hey, Twiddle- Dee and Twiddle-Dum. Come take his lordship to his room." Watching the two sturdy goblins pick up Marcus's unconscious body, Angela turned to the two astonished people staring straight at her.
" I better go with them and make sure they don't bang him into the wall or something. Wait up." Grabbing at a bunch of cloth so that the hemline wouldn't drag on the floor, Angela hurried after the fast disappearing goblins.
" It looks like we're alone." Sarah said, ignoring Atara and drinking in the sight of Jareth, who didn't happen to be listening. Narrowing her eyes and thinking dark thoughts, Atara slipped out the door to go give Angela a tongue lashing about what she had done.
" Yes. Let's talk." Jareth didn't want to rush things. Sarah looked a little hurt but went along with it. The two talked into the morning, unaware of what was going on around them.
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" I can't believe you would do that!" Atara was trying not to screech. The two had fallen into a sister-sister relationship, giving Atara the ability to complain when Angela did something that she didn't like.
" I just want him to be happy."
" But he won't be!" Angela refused to listen, burying her tear-streaked face in the pillows.
" Go away." Atara barely heard the choked out order. Shaking her head she left the room, stopping at the door for one last look at Angela for the night.
" He won't be." She muttered once more stubbornly before quietly closing the door and listening for the lock to click into place.
Part Five: Company
Author: Fire Fairy (Trying to decide, whether or not I should change my name, any suggestions?)
Disclaimer: Nope, not gonna happen. No one's going to call me up on a lawsuit. I have and most likely never will, despite all my wishes, owned the movie 'Labyrinth', other than the copy of the tape upstairs.
Summary: There are guests in the castle who are going to make life a lot more interesting.
A/N: Alrighty then. I just want to say thank you to Anu, who gave me the idea of a family relationship. I also want to say thank you to the producers of Andromeda because of the names of the two goblins later on. I was thinking of the show when I wrote that section. And further more the song Angela is singing belongs to Hoobastank and is known as 'Crawling in the Dark'. I don't own it nor do I make money off of it. Other than that, enjoy and please review. I live off of them.
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Jareth leaned against the doorframe to Angela's room. Smiling, he watched as she jumped around the room playing an air guitar. His smile disappeared as she started to sing along with the music pounding through the headphones.
" And all the choices that I make,
Will end up all for nothing.
Show me what it's for.
Make me understand it.
I've been crawling in the dark,
Looking for the answer.
Is there something more
Than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark,
Looking for the answer."
Jareth watched, a bemused smile on his lips, as Angela paused for a music break, eyes closed in pure happiness and continued to 'jam'.
" Help me carry on.
Assure me it's okay to
Use my heart and not my eyes
To navigate the darkness."
Spinning around, she noticed Jareth and stopped, shutting off the c.d. player and ripping the headphones from her ears.
" Hello." The smile from before was still present and Jareth made no move to hide his emotions. After living with Angela for over a year, those rare moments of actual emotion seemed to make her happier than what seemed possible.
" Hi, uh... listen, about the music-" He cut her off.
" It's fine. I didn't realize you had that specific ability yet though." Angela licked her lips and put on her best 'confused' face.
" Huh?"
" Transporting items between realms."
" Oh, right. I kinda piggy-backed on your last visit." It was Jareth's turn to be confused.
" That was over a month ago." Angela nodded, looking at the ground.
" And you taught me the spell two months ago, or so."
" Right. I was just going to invite you to dinner. We have company," Jareth sounded pained at the word. "coming. You need to *dress* up." Knowing that unless it was a command, Angela never would have listened. Huffing her displeasure, Angela made an exaggerated bow.
" As you wish, milord." Atara stepped into the room, overhearing every spoken and unspoken word in the conversation.
" I'll help milady dress, if you wish milord. We'll be ready by..." She dropped off, more than willing to let Jareth finish the sentence.
" Six o'clock." Smiling, she gave a little nod of the head.
" Of course, your highness." Jareth's head snapped back and a dreamy look came into his eyes. Angela felt a twinge of disappointment. Sarah *had* to call today.
" It's Sarah." His voice made it sound like it was Christmas, which to him it probably was. Smiling happily, Angela broke his reverie.
" If she's calling, you should go. I'll entertain the guest until you get back." Angela could hear Sarah's call, as loudly as if she were standing next to the girl. Jareth nodded and disappeared.
" That was very nice of you." Atara tried to make the girl feel better.
" Just help me get dressed. There has to be something in this infernal closet that I can wear." At those words the 'infernal closet' spoke up.
" Well, if I had an idea of what you wanted to wear I might be able to give it to you." Shaking her head, Angela took another long look at the closet.
" Okay, let's try this." Ten attempts and tons of laughter later, Angela had a dress she wanted to wear and she and the closet were friends. Atara closed her eyes for a moment and grimaced.
" Jareth's back." Angela couldn't see a problem with this.
" So?"
" He has company."
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" Hello Jareth." The man in the door smiled warmly at the Goblin King. Well, as warmly as feuding relations could smile.
" Hello brother."
" Couldn't you be a little bit more polite? And who's the lovely lady? This isn't Angela, is it?" The thin, brown-haired man reached for her hand, and brought it to his lips in a kiss.
" No, this is Sarah." The man's eyes widened at the name.
" So this is the lovely lady that defeated the Labyrinth more than five years ago. I must say, it is a pleasure to finally meet you."
" Thank you." Sarah moved closer to the comfort and security that was the Goblin King.
" Leave off Marcus. So what are you doing here?"
" Tut, tut, tut. Is that anyway to treat family?"
" It is when they tried to kill you." Angela made her entrance before the two men could kill each other.
" Gentlemen, please. This isn't the time nor the place. Now what Lord Marcus wants can wait until *after* dinner. Can't it your majesty?" She tried to get her meaning across as she took his older brothers' arm. " Besides, I don't think I've been properly introduced to your... friend." Smiling sweetly, she stretched a hand out to Sarah.
" My name's Angela. What's yours dear?" It took Sarah a moment but she finally shook her hand.
" My name is Sarah. It's nice to meet you." Marcus took this opportunity to interrupt.
" So *you* are the mysterious Angela the entire Underground is talking about."
Smiling once back at Jareth and Sarah, Angela struck up a halfway intelligent conversation as she led him to the dining hall they were going to be using that night.
Conversation between the brothers was strained, but Sarah and Angela tried to remedy the situation.
" I used to have a dress just like that. I used it to... um..."
" Play?" Angela could tell that Sarah was looking for a better word but Angela liked 'playing' just fine.
" Yes. It's very interesting." And Sarah's statement was true. It was exactly like hers had been except this form-fitting dress was a very flattering wine red color.
" Thank you. You know Jareth, you never told me the closet in my room could talk."
Jareth looked as surprised at this information as Angela had felt when she first found out.
" If I had known, I would have made you aware of it. Is that how you managed to find such a splendid dress? I don't remember that in your wardrobe." He commented, sipping at the wine in his cup.
" Yes actually it is." Smiling, she smoothed the wrinkles out of the part resting on her leg before looking back up at the other individuals at the table. " Do you like it?" Marcus answered before his brother had a chance.
" It's simply marvelous on you, very flattering to your figure." Jareth ignored the rising sensation of... what? Jealousy?
Surely, with Sarah next to him, he couldn't be jealous of his older brother's advances on Angela. Of course not, he snapped to himself in his mind, settling the matter once and for all. The dinner continued without further interruption and the quartet retired to the study where he and Angela had eaten their first dinner.
" So, Marcus, why are you here?" The King didn't like to beat around the bush any longer than he had to and Angela's time limit had expired.
" Brother, doesn't it bother you that your guest is more of a host, or should I say hostess, than you are?" Atara was the dwarf, as Angela had found out she was, that was waiting on the four of them that night.
" Why should it?" He was bugged at Marcus's evasion of the question.
" She is a guest. You are Lord and King of this castle." Jareth bristled at the implication, but a gentle hand on his arm made him stop before he did something stupid.
" Milord, I am no more a guest here than the goblin's or dwarf's or pixies are. I live here, I work here, I stay here. This is my home. When I have the opportunity to repay his majesties kindness, I do so. Nothing more, nothing less." She batted her eyelashes and handed him another crystal goblet of wine. " More wine milord?"
" Of course, and you have no need to call me milord. You may call me Marcus as my rude little brother does." Angela handed the other two goblets to the remaining couple and took a glass of water from Atara with a muttered thank you.
" You don't drink, Angela?" Sarah asked after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.
" No. I like to have my wits about me and I've found even a few sips of the wine his majesty serves makes me lose them. My wits, that is. So, Lord Marcus, please, indulge an empty-headed female. Tell us, why are you here?" Twirling a curl around her finger she looked at Marcus, giving him her 'undivided' attention.
" Of course. I wish to strike a peace treaty with you Jareth. But business can wait until morning when the company of these two fine women aren't a distraction."
He smiled seductively, or at least what he thought was seductively, at Angela, making her grimace. Taking another sip of the remaining wine, he handed Atara the empty glass. Smiling one last time, he passed out from the sleeping pills Angela had made Atara slip in his glass.
" Well, that took a little longer to work than I had hoped. Hey, Twiddle- Dee and Twiddle-Dum. Come take his lordship to his room." Watching the two sturdy goblins pick up Marcus's unconscious body, Angela turned to the two astonished people staring straight at her.
" I better go with them and make sure they don't bang him into the wall or something. Wait up." Grabbing at a bunch of cloth so that the hemline wouldn't drag on the floor, Angela hurried after the fast disappearing goblins.
" It looks like we're alone." Sarah said, ignoring Atara and drinking in the sight of Jareth, who didn't happen to be listening. Narrowing her eyes and thinking dark thoughts, Atara slipped out the door to go give Angela a tongue lashing about what she had done.
" Yes. Let's talk." Jareth didn't want to rush things. Sarah looked a little hurt but went along with it. The two talked into the morning, unaware of what was going on around them.
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" I can't believe you would do that!" Atara was trying not to screech. The two had fallen into a sister-sister relationship, giving Atara the ability to complain when Angela did something that she didn't like.
" I just want him to be happy."
" But he won't be!" Angela refused to listen, burying her tear-streaked face in the pillows.
" Go away." Atara barely heard the choked out order. Shaking her head she left the room, stopping at the door for one last look at Angela for the night.
" He won't be." She muttered once more stubbornly before quietly closing the door and listening for the lock to click into place.