When Jareth awoke, it was to the chime of 13 on a clock that hung ghost-like in thin air before him. How long had he slept?! He pulled himself to his feet and ran to the table where the girl still lay. He gasped and nearly fell over when he saw her. In every way, shape, and form possible, she was the spitting image of Sarah. No, she WAS Sarah! He had to force back tears when he realized this; he had no idea how long in Aboveground time it had been since Sarah left the labyrinth, but to him every second was an eternity. Now here she was, sleeping peacefully in front of him. He could see her with his own eyes, touch her with his own hands, smell the soft scent of her warm skin...
He was forced to shake himself out of such thoughts. He wanted so badly to take her up in his arms and kiss her face, never let go of her, but it would not be that easy. He recalled painfully that 13th hour when she had said the words and left him to his own misery. She very well could still hate him. He knew that it would not be easy to win her trust, let alone her heart. He held a twinge of hope that she could awake to him, not as the villain he'd had to be for her first visit, but as a friendly face and (he prayed one day) a lover.
He was torn from his thoughts when she stirred. He took several steps back, into the shadows. He wanted to watch her reaction to being back in the labyrinth before she saw him. She murmured a little under her breath, and he heard her gasp when she must have noticed her surroundings.
"What the hell!?" She sat up quickly, any traces of sleepiness gone, her eyes large and wild with confusion.
Well, Jareth thought, she already seemed more like the Sarah he knew than the one he'd seen in his crystals.. But was that to his advantage right now?
"Ook..this is weird... how the hell.." Sarah was muttering to herself and looking around the room. "How am I here? How is this...? Is this another dream? Am I ...dead?" She stepped off of the table glanced slowly around the room once more.
It's now or never, Jareth thought. He stepped out of the shadows, mere feet away from her.
"Sarah..."
She whirled to stare at him, "J...Jar..." And then it went black.
Jareth rushed forward to catch her as she fainted. "Can't say that was the greeting I expected...but it will do for now."
He was forced to shake himself out of such thoughts. He wanted so badly to take her up in his arms and kiss her face, never let go of her, but it would not be that easy. He recalled painfully that 13th hour when she had said the words and left him to his own misery. She very well could still hate him. He knew that it would not be easy to win her trust, let alone her heart. He held a twinge of hope that she could awake to him, not as the villain he'd had to be for her first visit, but as a friendly face and (he prayed one day) a lover.
He was torn from his thoughts when she stirred. He took several steps back, into the shadows. He wanted to watch her reaction to being back in the labyrinth before she saw him. She murmured a little under her breath, and he heard her gasp when she must have noticed her surroundings.
"What the hell!?" She sat up quickly, any traces of sleepiness gone, her eyes large and wild with confusion.
Well, Jareth thought, she already seemed more like the Sarah he knew than the one he'd seen in his crystals.. But was that to his advantage right now?
"Ook..this is weird... how the hell.." Sarah was muttering to herself and looking around the room. "How am I here? How is this...? Is this another dream? Am I ...dead?" She stepped off of the table glanced slowly around the room once more.
It's now or never, Jareth thought. He stepped out of the shadows, mere feet away from her.
"Sarah..."
She whirled to stare at him, "J...Jar..." And then it went black.
Jareth rushed forward to catch her as she fainted. "Can't say that was the greeting I expected...but it will do for now."