Kay, chapter 3 of Are You My Daddy? So far so good, you like me, you really like me! Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter
and don't forget, me no own, but Mara is Mine!
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Mara woke the next morning with a killer headace. She could hear her mother in the kitchen talking to someone. Someone
male. She assumed it was Uncle Toby, since last night must have been an awful dream. Stretching, Mara hauled herself
out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, where she promptly stubbed her toe on the bathroom counter. "Damn! what a
start for my eighteenth birthday!" Looking in the mirror, she groaned. Her hair was an unruly mess. It stuck out in
any and all directions and was matted like a rat nested in it for the night. Muttering curses under her breath, she
reached for her hair brush to tame the wild mass.
Fifteen minutes and quite a bit of water later Mara had her hair in some semblance of order. However, the voices in
the kitchen had risen considerably. "I don't care Sarah! She is my heir and needs to learn how the kingdom is run..."
"And I am not ging to let you dictate her life! As it is she might, and I emphasise the might, be able to defend herself
from Lillith and her assains. However, I am not oging to allow you to take her any where without some sort of defensive
training!"
"Sarah, beware..."
"Don't even start that melodramatic crap on me. Need I remind you that I am NOT fifteen any more! Now shut up, sit
down and let me finish making Mara's birthday breakfast!" There was a brief silence before the voices started agian and
Mara decided to get dressed before making her grand entrance. Sliding back into her room, she chose and outfit that
she had bought especially for her birthday. Skin tight black leather pants with knee high black boots with four inch
heels. A blood red silk poets shirt showed unseemly amounts of clevage and she pulled her hair into a high ponytail
with wisps of hair falling around her face and neck. A ruby and silver pendant and earings completed the look, the
cresent moon cut of the gems winking the the light of her room. Looking in the mirror she grinned, but there was
something still missing. Silver and black eyeshadow was put on along with vast amounts of silver glitter and dark
red lipstick with silver sparkles in it. A simple spell with her crystal would keep the makeup in place and a black
riding crop with a crystal at the end appeared in her hand. (AN: Like father like daughter. Besides, I need to get
them to talk about something!)
Mara strolled down the stairs and into the kitchen where she leaned insolently on the door frame until one of the two
people in the room noticed her. Much to her dismay, the man in the kitchen was not Uncle Toby, but the man from her
dream last night. So much for waiting for them to notice her. "Mother, please tell me I am dreaming and that the
fairy queen in tights is a figment of my imagination." Sarah and Jareth both turned to face Mara, Sarah's face quirked
with suppressed humor and Jareth's was full of unbridled fury, until he saw what Mara was wearing. Then his face turned
to his usual superior smirk. And unfortunatly, that smirk rubbed Mara the wrong way. "What are you smirking at sock boy?
And tell me the truth, did you really have to use the biggest sock you could find?" Sarah started coughing, and it
sounded like she was trying to cover a laugh. Jareth's smirk slid from his face and a look of pure fury settled on
his face.
"You should have more respect for your father!"
"And you should get some more fashon sense! I mean, seriously, how many men wander around in heels not to mention tights!"
At this Sarah started choking and Jareth transfered his glare to her.
"Really Sarah, I thought you would give your husband and the father of your child a little more support." Sarah
coughed a couple more times and then grinned cheekely at him.
"I would dear, but I thought I would give you a chance to see some of the more...endearing traits that your daughter
has picked up from you." The look of bordom and superiority was cracking on Mara's face, however, at her mother's
comment, it solidified and a smirk of her own graced her lips.
"I will say, that though our fashon sense is similar, the outfits looks far better on me and I have no need to stuff
anything." Her smirk grew considerably and she started to spin a crystal in her free hand. Almost carelessly, she
tossed the crystal to her father and just as carlessly he caught it. As soon as his hand closed around the crystal,
there was a flash of light and Jareth was dressed a Bozo the clown costume. "Now that is a look far more fitting
to you. Jareth looked down at himself and his fury skyrocketed.
"I demand that you have respect for me. If not as your father than as a reigning monarch..."
"Queen of the Fairies! Oh how wonderful your majesty! Shall I become your lady-in-waiting and help you pick your
tights out in the morning..." At this point, Sarah felt the need to intervene before they resorted to physical
violence and destroyed the house.
"Mara, stop it this instant! Regardless of whether you like it or not, this man is your father. And you WILL respect
him as an adult. Now change him back." Sarah smiled as her orders were obeyed. "And Jareth, chill. Now both of you,
sit down, shut up and eat your breakfast." They both looked at Sarah, sat down and proceeded to glare at eachother during
breakfast. Sarah sighed. "Well, it's a start..." she muttered to herself.
By the time breakfast was finished, Sarah was seriously contemplating killing the both of them and putting them out of her
misery. They had not said anything during the entire meal and had a glaring contest that would have won gold had it been
an olympic sport. "Clean up! Mara stop garing at your father and help me clean up." Without stopping the contest, Mara
created a crystal and dropped it on the table. All the dishes and left over food was cleaned up and put away. Sarah groaned
and dropped her head to the table with a loud THUMP.
"Don't do that Sarah..."
"Don't do that Mother..."
The glare intesified with the unified scolding of Sarah. Finally sick of the power stuggle going on in her kitchen, Sarah
grabbed the backs of both of their heads and brought them together sharply. The twin glares she got from both of them did
nothing to phase her. "I think it is time we all started acting like adults and disscussed this in a rational manner. If
not, Jareth, you can go to the Labyrinth..." she fixed Mara with THE LOOK that only mothers could give "and you Mara, will
go with him."
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*evil laughter* I am so evil aren't I?
Jareth: SelenityPotter, why do you insist on tormenting me! I mean, Bozo the clown?
Mara: Well dad, you go to admit, it was pretty funny!
Jareth: *growls*
Kay you two, chill! Please press the button and leave a review in the review box!
and don't forget, me no own, but Mara is Mine!
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Mara woke the next morning with a killer headace. She could hear her mother in the kitchen talking to someone. Someone
male. She assumed it was Uncle Toby, since last night must have been an awful dream. Stretching, Mara hauled herself
out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, where she promptly stubbed her toe on the bathroom counter. "Damn! what a
start for my eighteenth birthday!" Looking in the mirror, she groaned. Her hair was an unruly mess. It stuck out in
any and all directions and was matted like a rat nested in it for the night. Muttering curses under her breath, she
reached for her hair brush to tame the wild mass.
Fifteen minutes and quite a bit of water later Mara had her hair in some semblance of order. However, the voices in
the kitchen had risen considerably. "I don't care Sarah! She is my heir and needs to learn how the kingdom is run..."
"And I am not ging to let you dictate her life! As it is she might, and I emphasise the might, be able to defend herself
from Lillith and her assains. However, I am not oging to allow you to take her any where without some sort of defensive
training!"
"Sarah, beware..."
"Don't even start that melodramatic crap on me. Need I remind you that I am NOT fifteen any more! Now shut up, sit
down and let me finish making Mara's birthday breakfast!" There was a brief silence before the voices started agian and
Mara decided to get dressed before making her grand entrance. Sliding back into her room, she chose and outfit that
she had bought especially for her birthday. Skin tight black leather pants with knee high black boots with four inch
heels. A blood red silk poets shirt showed unseemly amounts of clevage and she pulled her hair into a high ponytail
with wisps of hair falling around her face and neck. A ruby and silver pendant and earings completed the look, the
cresent moon cut of the gems winking the the light of her room. Looking in the mirror she grinned, but there was
something still missing. Silver and black eyeshadow was put on along with vast amounts of silver glitter and dark
red lipstick with silver sparkles in it. A simple spell with her crystal would keep the makeup in place and a black
riding crop with a crystal at the end appeared in her hand. (AN: Like father like daughter. Besides, I need to get
them to talk about something!)
Mara strolled down the stairs and into the kitchen where she leaned insolently on the door frame until one of the two
people in the room noticed her. Much to her dismay, the man in the kitchen was not Uncle Toby, but the man from her
dream last night. So much for waiting for them to notice her. "Mother, please tell me I am dreaming and that the
fairy queen in tights is a figment of my imagination." Sarah and Jareth both turned to face Mara, Sarah's face quirked
with suppressed humor and Jareth's was full of unbridled fury, until he saw what Mara was wearing. Then his face turned
to his usual superior smirk. And unfortunatly, that smirk rubbed Mara the wrong way. "What are you smirking at sock boy?
And tell me the truth, did you really have to use the biggest sock you could find?" Sarah started coughing, and it
sounded like she was trying to cover a laugh. Jareth's smirk slid from his face and a look of pure fury settled on
his face.
"You should have more respect for your father!"
"And you should get some more fashon sense! I mean, seriously, how many men wander around in heels not to mention tights!"
At this Sarah started choking and Jareth transfered his glare to her.
"Really Sarah, I thought you would give your husband and the father of your child a little more support." Sarah
coughed a couple more times and then grinned cheekely at him.
"I would dear, but I thought I would give you a chance to see some of the more...endearing traits that your daughter
has picked up from you." The look of bordom and superiority was cracking on Mara's face, however, at her mother's
comment, it solidified and a smirk of her own graced her lips.
"I will say, that though our fashon sense is similar, the outfits looks far better on me and I have no need to stuff
anything." Her smirk grew considerably and she started to spin a crystal in her free hand. Almost carelessly, she
tossed the crystal to her father and just as carlessly he caught it. As soon as his hand closed around the crystal,
there was a flash of light and Jareth was dressed a Bozo the clown costume. "Now that is a look far more fitting
to you. Jareth looked down at himself and his fury skyrocketed.
"I demand that you have respect for me. If not as your father than as a reigning monarch..."
"Queen of the Fairies! Oh how wonderful your majesty! Shall I become your lady-in-waiting and help you pick your
tights out in the morning..." At this point, Sarah felt the need to intervene before they resorted to physical
violence and destroyed the house.
"Mara, stop it this instant! Regardless of whether you like it or not, this man is your father. And you WILL respect
him as an adult. Now change him back." Sarah smiled as her orders were obeyed. "And Jareth, chill. Now both of you,
sit down, shut up and eat your breakfast." They both looked at Sarah, sat down and proceeded to glare at eachother during
breakfast. Sarah sighed. "Well, it's a start..." she muttered to herself.
By the time breakfast was finished, Sarah was seriously contemplating killing the both of them and putting them out of her
misery. They had not said anything during the entire meal and had a glaring contest that would have won gold had it been
an olympic sport. "Clean up! Mara stop garing at your father and help me clean up." Without stopping the contest, Mara
created a crystal and dropped it on the table. All the dishes and left over food was cleaned up and put away. Sarah groaned
and dropped her head to the table with a loud THUMP.
"Don't do that Sarah..."
"Don't do that Mother..."
The glare intesified with the unified scolding of Sarah. Finally sick of the power stuggle going on in her kitchen, Sarah
grabbed the backs of both of their heads and brought them together sharply. The twin glares she got from both of them did
nothing to phase her. "I think it is time we all started acting like adults and disscussed this in a rational manner. If
not, Jareth, you can go to the Labyrinth..." she fixed Mara with THE LOOK that only mothers could give "and you Mara, will
go with him."
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*evil laughter* I am so evil aren't I?
Jareth: SelenityPotter, why do you insist on tormenting me! I mean, Bozo the clown?
Mara: Well dad, you go to admit, it was pretty funny!
Jareth: *growls*
Kay you two, chill! Please press the button and leave a review in the review box!