Bet you thought I forgot about this, didn't you? Well, you were wrong. I
simply got sidetracked by end-of-year school stuff and graduation.
Disclaimer: If you recognize 'em, chances are I don't own 'em.
In the Ballroom
"Last night? Not that its any of your business, but I had dinner with John last night. I don't really remember leaving the restaurant, but I was pretty exhausted, so I probably fell asleep as soon as I got back to my place."
"You don't remember returning to your room?"
Sarah gave Jareth an indulgent look, as though he were a rather slow five year old.
"That's what I just said. Now will you tell me what I'm doing here?"
"Someone will be in with your breakfast. I'll be back in a little while." With that, Jareth vanished, leaving Sarah sneezing in a cloud of gold glitter.
"But… argh!" insolent Goblin Kings
**
Dining Room
"She doesn't remember. What am I supposed to do?"
The surprised doctor (whose name was Quillan) glanced up from his breakfast of marmalade and toast to see a flustered Goblin King pacing the length of the entire room. It was quite a task, considering that the dining table itself was large enough to accommodate thirty people.
"Pardon me, milord?"
"She doesn't remember."
"Remember what exactly?
"
"Being attacked by that boyfriend of hers, calling to me. She thinks she simply went home and went to sleep. To sleep! And that I abducted her on some whimsy! That is what she doesn't remember. Why is that and how are you going to fix it?"
Quillan sent a quick prayer to whatever in the Underground was listening. There should be a patron god for those who must deal with arrogant royalty
"Well, your highness, the why is easy enough. In order to deal with the trauma and shock this attack caused her, her brain has simply hidden those memories from her. A sort of… self-preservation, to protect her psyche."
"So what can you do? Will she remember on her own?"
"It's hard to say. It's very possible, but it's impossible to know when she would choose to remember. It could be tomorrow or it could be twenty years from now."
"What if-"
"You can't tell her. She will simply refuse to believe it, especially since she believes you to be her kidnapper."
Jareth sighed, defeated. "Tell me, Quillan. What can I do?"
"Sometimes you can jog the person's memory. Have them remember the entire day as much as they can, or bring them something familiar, something that could stir a memory. But-"
"Excellent, I know just what to do." Again, Jareth simply vanished as the doctor completed his sentence. "But I've never heard of it working before." Quillan returned to his breakfast, only to be distracted once again when a fine dusting of green glitter coated his toast.
"Where's Jareth?"
**
Jareth's Bedroom
Remembering her experience from earlier that morning, Sarah slowly sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, and then sat for a few minutes to make sure she wouldn't pass out again. Feeling no dizziness, she gingerly stood up and carefully made her way to an open door that she was fairly confident led to a bathroom. And what a bathroom! It was larger than her dorm room, and composed entirely of black marble with gold faucets. In the center was a tub deep enough to swim in and Sarah let out a sigh of relief when she saw the very modern toilet. After dispensing with nature, Sarah made her way over to the sinks His and hers a tiny voice whispered. Sarah ignored it and looked at the mirror… and let out a horrified gasp.
**
Meanwhile
Jareth appeared in Sarah's dormroom, surveying the mess caused by John.
"What the hell?"
Finally! Another chapter done. Sorry this is taking so long, it's shaping up to be a very involved story. (Hope you all don't hate me too much). I'll try to get another chapter done before I have to go away for the week. Review! (Pleeeeeeeease??)
~Raissa
Disclaimer: If you recognize 'em, chances are I don't own 'em.
In the Ballroom
"Last night? Not that its any of your business, but I had dinner with John last night. I don't really remember leaving the restaurant, but I was pretty exhausted, so I probably fell asleep as soon as I got back to my place."
"You don't remember returning to your room?"
Sarah gave Jareth an indulgent look, as though he were a rather slow five year old.
"That's what I just said. Now will you tell me what I'm doing here?"
"Someone will be in with your breakfast. I'll be back in a little while." With that, Jareth vanished, leaving Sarah sneezing in a cloud of gold glitter.
"But… argh!" insolent Goblin Kings
**
Dining Room
"She doesn't remember. What am I supposed to do?"
The surprised doctor (whose name was Quillan) glanced up from his breakfast of marmalade and toast to see a flustered Goblin King pacing the length of the entire room. It was quite a task, considering that the dining table itself was large enough to accommodate thirty people.
"Pardon me, milord?"
"She doesn't remember."
"Remember what exactly?
"
"Being attacked by that boyfriend of hers, calling to me. She thinks she simply went home and went to sleep. To sleep! And that I abducted her on some whimsy! That is what she doesn't remember. Why is that and how are you going to fix it?"
Quillan sent a quick prayer to whatever in the Underground was listening. There should be a patron god for those who must deal with arrogant royalty
"Well, your highness, the why is easy enough. In order to deal with the trauma and shock this attack caused her, her brain has simply hidden those memories from her. A sort of… self-preservation, to protect her psyche."
"So what can you do? Will she remember on her own?"
"It's hard to say. It's very possible, but it's impossible to know when she would choose to remember. It could be tomorrow or it could be twenty years from now."
"What if-"
"You can't tell her. She will simply refuse to believe it, especially since she believes you to be her kidnapper."
Jareth sighed, defeated. "Tell me, Quillan. What can I do?"
"Sometimes you can jog the person's memory. Have them remember the entire day as much as they can, or bring them something familiar, something that could stir a memory. But-"
"Excellent, I know just what to do." Again, Jareth simply vanished as the doctor completed his sentence. "But I've never heard of it working before." Quillan returned to his breakfast, only to be distracted once again when a fine dusting of green glitter coated his toast.
"Where's Jareth?"
**
Jareth's Bedroom
Remembering her experience from earlier that morning, Sarah slowly sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, and then sat for a few minutes to make sure she wouldn't pass out again. Feeling no dizziness, she gingerly stood up and carefully made her way to an open door that she was fairly confident led to a bathroom. And what a bathroom! It was larger than her dorm room, and composed entirely of black marble with gold faucets. In the center was a tub deep enough to swim in and Sarah let out a sigh of relief when she saw the very modern toilet. After dispensing with nature, Sarah made her way over to the sinks His and hers a tiny voice whispered. Sarah ignored it and looked at the mirror… and let out a horrified gasp.
**
Meanwhile
Jareth appeared in Sarah's dormroom, surveying the mess caused by John.
"What the hell?"
Finally! Another chapter done. Sorry this is taking so long, it's shaping up to be a very involved story. (Hope you all don't hate me too much). I'll try to get another chapter done before I have to go away for the week. Review! (Pleeeeeeeease??)
~Raissa