Kay, Chapter two here by popular demand. Little more drama than humor in this chapter, but it is almost an entire
explanation of what is going on. More details in the next chapter! Oh, and by the way, me no own so don't sue!
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Jareth slowly came back to conciousness. "Sarah," he muttered "I have just had an awful dream. I dreamt that I
ran into a child who used crystals just like mine and you told me she was my daughter." There was a tired chuckle
from above him and a cool hand brushed hair out of his face.
"There was Jareth and she is your daughter. Eighteen today to be exact, and she was about as thrilled about finding
out about you as you were about finding out about her!" Jareth's eyes shot open and he sat up, glaring at Sarah.
"You waited eighteen bloody years to tell me I had a child? Eighteen years that there was an heir to my throne? Why
Sarah? Why didn't you tell me?" Sarah stood abruptly and shot him a glare of her own. She then whirled to where
Mara was laid out on the floor and proceeded to try and revive her. "Sarah, answer me damn it!" Sharah continued to
ignore him and he ran a gloved hand through his hair in frustration. Before he could speak again, Mara groaned.
"Mommy?" Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at Sarah. "Mommy, I just had a really bad dream. I dreamt that there
was this freak from the eighties that was in your room and my crystals didn't work very well against him. And then you
told me he was my father!" Sarah rolled her eyes and sighed softly.
"Sweety, there is a man here, and he is your father. And even if he does look like a freak from the eighties you don't
need to say so." Mara sat up and looked over her mothers shoulder and groaned when she saw Jareth standing there. She
burried her face in her mother's shoulder.
"I am still dreaming. My mother did not just tell me that the fariy queen in tights was my father. There is not some
guy with a sock stuffed down the front of his tights in my mothers room. And if I keep telling myself this I just might
believe it!" Mara looked up and Jareth was glaring at her. "That's it, I've gone nuts! Mother, I told you I should go
in for therapy, but did you listen, no! Now I am having halucinations and you are telling me that the fariy queen over
there is my father!" Jareth's glare was getting more deadly by the second and Sarah was hard pressed not to laugh. She
knew how her daughter felt, to a point.
"Mara, sweetheart, why don't you go to bed. You will feel better in the morning and we will get this all worked out."
Sarah helped her daughter stand up and guided her to the door. "Go on sweetie. We will talk in the morning." Mara
left the room muttering about how in the morning she was going to wake up and all of this would be a bad dream. Sarah
sighed as she shut the door behind her daughter. She pressed her forehead against the cool wood of the door before she
turned to face Jareth. However, instead of seeing Jareth half way across the room, she turned and was face to chest with
him. Jareth's hand came and gripped her shoulders as he shook her.
"Why didn't you tell me I had a child! I think I deserved to know that I was a father..." before he could get any further
there was a resoudning smack as Sarah slapped him.
"I wasn't the one who decided to send me away for my own protection! I am not the one who sent me away before I could tell
you that I was pregnant! So I thought that Mara should be old enough to protect herself before she came back! So do me
a favor and back off!" Sara brushed past Jareth and moved next to her bed before turning and facing him again. "I tried
contacting you a dozen times after you sent me back and you wouldn't answer. After Mara was born I thought that I would
wait until she was old enough to handle the news of being a Goblin Princess before I called you. This is all your own
damn fault. If you had talked to me bofore sending me back, you would have known about Mara!" Sarah sighed and sunk onto
her bed, burrying her face in her hands. "Jareth, leave. We can talk about this in the morning. I thougt you would be a
little more mature in handling this. I guess I was wrong..." Sarah felt warm arms circle her and a face burry itself in
her neck. Jareth's warm lips traced their way from her jaw to her collar bone. Breathing was starting to become an alien
concept when a little voice came from the back of her mind. *What if Mara walks in the room?* Sarah sharply pushed Jareth
away. "Jareth, what if Mara walks in? Go back to the Labyrinth, I will call you in the morning." Jareth gave her an
incredulous look. "Please Jareth?" Jareth shrugged slightly, and dissapeared in a shower of glitter. "Oh Lord, how am I
going to work this out in the morning?"
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explanation of what is going on. More details in the next chapter! Oh, and by the way, me no own so don't sue!
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Jareth slowly came back to conciousness. "Sarah," he muttered "I have just had an awful dream. I dreamt that I
ran into a child who used crystals just like mine and you told me she was my daughter." There was a tired chuckle
from above him and a cool hand brushed hair out of his face.
"There was Jareth and she is your daughter. Eighteen today to be exact, and she was about as thrilled about finding
out about you as you were about finding out about her!" Jareth's eyes shot open and he sat up, glaring at Sarah.
"You waited eighteen bloody years to tell me I had a child? Eighteen years that there was an heir to my throne? Why
Sarah? Why didn't you tell me?" Sarah stood abruptly and shot him a glare of her own. She then whirled to where
Mara was laid out on the floor and proceeded to try and revive her. "Sarah, answer me damn it!" Sharah continued to
ignore him and he ran a gloved hand through his hair in frustration. Before he could speak again, Mara groaned.
"Mommy?" Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at Sarah. "Mommy, I just had a really bad dream. I dreamt that there
was this freak from the eighties that was in your room and my crystals didn't work very well against him. And then you
told me he was my father!" Sarah rolled her eyes and sighed softly.
"Sweety, there is a man here, and he is your father. And even if he does look like a freak from the eighties you don't
need to say so." Mara sat up and looked over her mothers shoulder and groaned when she saw Jareth standing there. She
burried her face in her mother's shoulder.
"I am still dreaming. My mother did not just tell me that the fariy queen in tights was my father. There is not some
guy with a sock stuffed down the front of his tights in my mothers room. And if I keep telling myself this I just might
believe it!" Mara looked up and Jareth was glaring at her. "That's it, I've gone nuts! Mother, I told you I should go
in for therapy, but did you listen, no! Now I am having halucinations and you are telling me that the fariy queen over
there is my father!" Jareth's glare was getting more deadly by the second and Sarah was hard pressed not to laugh. She
knew how her daughter felt, to a point.
"Mara, sweetheart, why don't you go to bed. You will feel better in the morning and we will get this all worked out."
Sarah helped her daughter stand up and guided her to the door. "Go on sweetie. We will talk in the morning." Mara
left the room muttering about how in the morning she was going to wake up and all of this would be a bad dream. Sarah
sighed as she shut the door behind her daughter. She pressed her forehead against the cool wood of the door before she
turned to face Jareth. However, instead of seeing Jareth half way across the room, she turned and was face to chest with
him. Jareth's hand came and gripped her shoulders as he shook her.
"Why didn't you tell me I had a child! I think I deserved to know that I was a father..." before he could get any further
there was a resoudning smack as Sarah slapped him.
"I wasn't the one who decided to send me away for my own protection! I am not the one who sent me away before I could tell
you that I was pregnant! So I thought that Mara should be old enough to protect herself before she came back! So do me
a favor and back off!" Sara brushed past Jareth and moved next to her bed before turning and facing him again. "I tried
contacting you a dozen times after you sent me back and you wouldn't answer. After Mara was born I thought that I would
wait until she was old enough to handle the news of being a Goblin Princess before I called you. This is all your own
damn fault. If you had talked to me bofore sending me back, you would have known about Mara!" Sarah sighed and sunk onto
her bed, burrying her face in her hands. "Jareth, leave. We can talk about this in the morning. I thougt you would be a
little more mature in handling this. I guess I was wrong..." Sarah felt warm arms circle her and a face burry itself in
her neck. Jareth's warm lips traced their way from her jaw to her collar bone. Breathing was starting to become an alien
concept when a little voice came from the back of her mind. *What if Mara walks in the room?* Sarah sharply pushed Jareth
away. "Jareth, what if Mara walks in? Go back to the Labyrinth, I will call you in the morning." Jareth gave her an
incredulous look. "Please Jareth?" Jareth shrugged slightly, and dissapeared in a shower of glitter. "Oh Lord, how am I
going to work this out in the morning?"
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