A/n: I'm not very good with these author's notes thingy's, but I do hope
you all enjoyed the prologue and will hopefully enjoy the rest of the story
that at present lurks in my tired brain. Please read and review - the more
I get the more I'll want to write.
Disclaimer: Sarah, Jareth and all other mainstream characters from the Labyrinth do not belong to me.
Synopsis: Sarah & Jareth have to prove their love for one another. Sarah runs the gauntlet again, but what will Jareth do?
Everything I do
Chapter 1 - Dreams & Reality
The moonlight shone through the net curtains, white light cascading onto Sarah's raised knee, as she lay awake thinking about the dream she had just awoken from. She nibbled on the nail of her left index finger as her right hand helped to raise her head from her pillow. Contemplation written all over her face, deciding what the right thing to do was. Her latest dream filled encounters, with the Goblin King, were taking on new ground. She was sure that these were visions of the future, why else would they include them both in settings that were only familiar to her, settings that were here, on earth. She knew it was here as in many of these scenes they walked together through the local village or around the streets of London, one even had them on a vacation in York. Perhaps, after all, it wasn't Jareth. It could be someone who looked and sounded remarkably like him. Gone were the medieval type clothing, the coloured shadow round his eyes and that long spiky hair, to be replaced by something 'normal', to her environment anyway, but she knew instinctively that it was he. Which meant that another boyfriend was about to bite the dust. Shame really, she could imagine spending some more time with this one, it certainly had been the longest relationship she had in a while and the most exciting.
She looked to her left noticing that her latest beau's unclothed body was turned away from her. At least that would make for an easier escape. Sighing, she glanced at the clock on the table next to her side of the bed. It read 3.30. If she were going to do this now, instead of waiting till daylight, then she would have to do it quickly and quietly.
Reaching for the dressing gown that hung over the arm of the chair to her right, she slipped it over her naked frame, tying the belt for good measure. She had spent many nights with many different men but now that she had come to this decision, no one would see her like this until she was ready. She gracefully picked up her strewn clothes and her bag, from the couples earlier showdown, and made her way into the en-suite, shutting and locking the door behind her. She showered and dressed, brushing her teeth and then her knotted hair before making the final leg of her journey through the bedroom and out to freedom. Opening the door she stepped back into the shadows of the room.
"You lost?" Gary said, as he sat up in bed, resting his back against the headboard. He had switched the bedside light on when he heard her come back into the room.
Bewildered eyes rested on her now clothed figure as she made her way to sit by him on the edge of the bed. Taking a deep breath, she took his left hand in her own and looked to him. "Gary, I'm sorry, this is never going to work."
"And why do you say that?" His handsome features looking uncertain as his face took on a stern expression.
God, she had thought she had loved him, realising that it must have been lust that had got in the way. She had been attracted to him immediately, although he had the same colouring and look as Jareth, he was nothing like him. He was determined but not stubborn, charming but not arrogant and above all he would have lain his life down for her. She hated herself for everything she had become, and for what she was about to do, again. "I can't do this, I can't make love to you when I know you have feelings for me that I don't have for you. I don't love you. I never will."
His expression was of sadness but of understanding too. "I know!" He said, "I was actually wondering how far we would get before you laid this on me. You know I was so happy when you accepted my invitation to go out one night, thought I'd cracked it, thought I'd be the one to stop you looking for the impossible, but once we had been together a couple of weeks I knew you would be on your way soon. I've known you for a long time, Sarah, we've been very good friends for years and I've seen what you put other men through. I hoped that I could put an end to the spell that surrounds you, but I can't. You need to stop searching for what you want because I really do think you already know where to look to find what you've been looking for, for so long."
She stared in shock, could she really have just heard what Gary had said, that he knew she was searching for the impossible here on earth. He obviously didn't know about Jareth and the Underground, but he knew that she had already met her true love, her soul mate and was trying to recreate that in the men that she had chosen to go out with. Feeling that a British accent was also a necessity she had made the move to England 9 years previously. "How could you . know? I mean, what did I do for you to be able to recognise that I love someone else?"
"Sarah, I know you. I know how fond you are of your fairy stories and your dream like existence; I've seen the look that clouds your eyes when your thinking about things, about whoever it is that has stolen your heart. If you were thinking of me, or any of your previous boyfriends, then you would have that same dreamy look . but you never have had. Even sometimes when we have be making out you have seemed to be miles away." He shrugged and smirked uneasily afraid of her reaction to his honesty.
"Oh god, Gary. I'm so sorry. I always thought I could hide my thoughts whilst . well, you know," she stammered, after all they hadn't really been making love had they, Gary had even admitted that it was more just like raw sex than the actual act of physically expressing their love for one another.
He reached his free hand out to her hair and pushed the bangs back around her ear, smiling he added, "I'm sorry honey, but I could always tell when you were with me and when you weren't. Now I guess I know why you never wanted any of my stuff round at your place and why you never left anything here."
"Yeah, I guess. I hope we can still be friends!"
"Maybe, just promise me one thing."
"What?"
"Promise me you'll find your prince?"
Sarah smiled, and saluted before saying, "I promise. I guess I should get going." She lent into him brushing a parting kiss on his cheek before letting go of his hand and getting up from the bed. "Goodnight, Gary. I'll be seeing you!" She said from the doorway.
"Yeah, bye Sarah. Good Luck!"
"Thanks, you too." She let go of the frame and made her way through the house. She was soon back in the familiar surroundings of her car and just as quickly back in her own home. She made her way to the small box room at the back of the building, which was her office shedding all but her skimpy vest and panties as she went. She went to the small bureau at the far side of the room. Kneeling in front of the double doors she opened them and pulled out the large shoebox that she had covered with rose paper many years before. This was one of her boxes of memories, memories of times gone by but not forgotten. In this box were her most treasured possessions. She settled herself against the arm of the couch as she gently lifted the lid, disturbing the settled dust. She pulled out the small journal that she had kept and placed it to the side, she didn't need that as she could quite clearly remember all of the events that had taken place on that night 15 years ago. It was the pictures she was after. For days after her meeting with and final victory of the goblin king she had set about drawing. It was all well and good describing what had happened and what she had seen but she wanted to have pictures, images that she could quickly review if she ever needed to. And right now she needed to.
She had turned into quite an accomplished artist, so much so that many of the people she knew well enough to show her drawings too thought that this may have been her chosen profession, since she no longer dreamt of becoming an actress like her mother. She scanned through the pictures on the top; they had all been of the labyrinth itself and of her friends, Hoggle, Ludo, Sir Didymus and his steed, Ambrosias. She finally came to the ones she wanted, the ones of him.
She couldn't remember doing so many but obviously she had, some were pen and ink, whilst others were merely pencil, others were of charcoal or pastel and some were even painted. She got up from her seat, found the ball of blue sticky tack she had on her desk and started attaching the pictures to any patches of bare wall she could find. Admiring her gallery when she had finished she realised that they had all been drawn from memory, she had never exceeded the scope only putting down onto paper what she had ever seen.
A set of drawers sat next to her desk, which contained all of her art supplies. Reaching into them she pulled out paper and pencils and extracted her drawing board from behind the couch. She sat herself comfortably and positioned the board on her legs. With a profusion she had only experienced in her younger days, she set about creating a contemporary portrait of the man she hadn't seen for so long but her brief was different, she wanted to know what he would look like in her world, and ultimately if he was like the man haunting her dreams.
She must have been there for a few hours, drawing and sketching at a furious pace, removing lines that were in the wrong place, defining the lines of his smiling eyes and mouth, and smudging shadows, around the edge of his nose and under his jaw line. Once finished she immediately positioned her final piece with the others. It took pride of place as she stood before it wondering and imagining if he would truly be like that.
"I suppose," she muttered, "that there is only one way to find out, and after all, I did promise Gary. However," she said smirking at the newly finished portrait, "you will have to wait until later, I'm too exhausted at the moment to fight with you, Jareth."
She left the confine of her office to seek the solitude and warmth of her own bed, slipping beneath the covers without even changing into the usual slip she slept in. Sleep quickly evaded her and she again began to dream, dream of what the future might hold for her if they truly were reflecting her hopes and desires.
Outside the window of the office, Jareth in owl form had watched all that had transpired within that room over the last couple of hours. The pictures that Sarah had drawn were truly remarkable. She certainly had a gift. He inspected the new drawing when she pinned it to the wall with the others and he shuddered, he had seen that face before, it had been his in his imaginings of the last few months in fact. He had always known that he had been with Sarah, but he had never recognised any of the places in his thoughts, they certainly were not of his world, and what about the way he looked and was attired in his dreams. He didn't know what was meant but he knew one person that did. She had sketched as much and left it on her wall. There was so much feeling in that picture too. So much love and desire. He could feel and see it. And because of it he knew she would be coming to him and soon.
He flew from the branch catching a thermal as he went. "I think I will be seeing you very soon, milady, my love," and with that he was gone.
Disclaimer: Sarah, Jareth and all other mainstream characters from the Labyrinth do not belong to me.
Synopsis: Sarah & Jareth have to prove their love for one another. Sarah runs the gauntlet again, but what will Jareth do?
Everything I do
Chapter 1 - Dreams & Reality
The moonlight shone through the net curtains, white light cascading onto Sarah's raised knee, as she lay awake thinking about the dream she had just awoken from. She nibbled on the nail of her left index finger as her right hand helped to raise her head from her pillow. Contemplation written all over her face, deciding what the right thing to do was. Her latest dream filled encounters, with the Goblin King, were taking on new ground. She was sure that these were visions of the future, why else would they include them both in settings that were only familiar to her, settings that were here, on earth. She knew it was here as in many of these scenes they walked together through the local village or around the streets of London, one even had them on a vacation in York. Perhaps, after all, it wasn't Jareth. It could be someone who looked and sounded remarkably like him. Gone were the medieval type clothing, the coloured shadow round his eyes and that long spiky hair, to be replaced by something 'normal', to her environment anyway, but she knew instinctively that it was he. Which meant that another boyfriend was about to bite the dust. Shame really, she could imagine spending some more time with this one, it certainly had been the longest relationship she had in a while and the most exciting.
She looked to her left noticing that her latest beau's unclothed body was turned away from her. At least that would make for an easier escape. Sighing, she glanced at the clock on the table next to her side of the bed. It read 3.30. If she were going to do this now, instead of waiting till daylight, then she would have to do it quickly and quietly.
Reaching for the dressing gown that hung over the arm of the chair to her right, she slipped it over her naked frame, tying the belt for good measure. She had spent many nights with many different men but now that she had come to this decision, no one would see her like this until she was ready. She gracefully picked up her strewn clothes and her bag, from the couples earlier showdown, and made her way into the en-suite, shutting and locking the door behind her. She showered and dressed, brushing her teeth and then her knotted hair before making the final leg of her journey through the bedroom and out to freedom. Opening the door she stepped back into the shadows of the room.
"You lost?" Gary said, as he sat up in bed, resting his back against the headboard. He had switched the bedside light on when he heard her come back into the room.
Bewildered eyes rested on her now clothed figure as she made her way to sit by him on the edge of the bed. Taking a deep breath, she took his left hand in her own and looked to him. "Gary, I'm sorry, this is never going to work."
"And why do you say that?" His handsome features looking uncertain as his face took on a stern expression.
God, she had thought she had loved him, realising that it must have been lust that had got in the way. She had been attracted to him immediately, although he had the same colouring and look as Jareth, he was nothing like him. He was determined but not stubborn, charming but not arrogant and above all he would have lain his life down for her. She hated herself for everything she had become, and for what she was about to do, again. "I can't do this, I can't make love to you when I know you have feelings for me that I don't have for you. I don't love you. I never will."
His expression was of sadness but of understanding too. "I know!" He said, "I was actually wondering how far we would get before you laid this on me. You know I was so happy when you accepted my invitation to go out one night, thought I'd cracked it, thought I'd be the one to stop you looking for the impossible, but once we had been together a couple of weeks I knew you would be on your way soon. I've known you for a long time, Sarah, we've been very good friends for years and I've seen what you put other men through. I hoped that I could put an end to the spell that surrounds you, but I can't. You need to stop searching for what you want because I really do think you already know where to look to find what you've been looking for, for so long."
She stared in shock, could she really have just heard what Gary had said, that he knew she was searching for the impossible here on earth. He obviously didn't know about Jareth and the Underground, but he knew that she had already met her true love, her soul mate and was trying to recreate that in the men that she had chosen to go out with. Feeling that a British accent was also a necessity she had made the move to England 9 years previously. "How could you . know? I mean, what did I do for you to be able to recognise that I love someone else?"
"Sarah, I know you. I know how fond you are of your fairy stories and your dream like existence; I've seen the look that clouds your eyes when your thinking about things, about whoever it is that has stolen your heart. If you were thinking of me, or any of your previous boyfriends, then you would have that same dreamy look . but you never have had. Even sometimes when we have be making out you have seemed to be miles away." He shrugged and smirked uneasily afraid of her reaction to his honesty.
"Oh god, Gary. I'm so sorry. I always thought I could hide my thoughts whilst . well, you know," she stammered, after all they hadn't really been making love had they, Gary had even admitted that it was more just like raw sex than the actual act of physically expressing their love for one another.
He reached his free hand out to her hair and pushed the bangs back around her ear, smiling he added, "I'm sorry honey, but I could always tell when you were with me and when you weren't. Now I guess I know why you never wanted any of my stuff round at your place and why you never left anything here."
"Yeah, I guess. I hope we can still be friends!"
"Maybe, just promise me one thing."
"What?"
"Promise me you'll find your prince?"
Sarah smiled, and saluted before saying, "I promise. I guess I should get going." She lent into him brushing a parting kiss on his cheek before letting go of his hand and getting up from the bed. "Goodnight, Gary. I'll be seeing you!" She said from the doorway.
"Yeah, bye Sarah. Good Luck!"
"Thanks, you too." She let go of the frame and made her way through the house. She was soon back in the familiar surroundings of her car and just as quickly back in her own home. She made her way to the small box room at the back of the building, which was her office shedding all but her skimpy vest and panties as she went. She went to the small bureau at the far side of the room. Kneeling in front of the double doors she opened them and pulled out the large shoebox that she had covered with rose paper many years before. This was one of her boxes of memories, memories of times gone by but not forgotten. In this box were her most treasured possessions. She settled herself against the arm of the couch as she gently lifted the lid, disturbing the settled dust. She pulled out the small journal that she had kept and placed it to the side, she didn't need that as she could quite clearly remember all of the events that had taken place on that night 15 years ago. It was the pictures she was after. For days after her meeting with and final victory of the goblin king she had set about drawing. It was all well and good describing what had happened and what she had seen but she wanted to have pictures, images that she could quickly review if she ever needed to. And right now she needed to.
She had turned into quite an accomplished artist, so much so that many of the people she knew well enough to show her drawings too thought that this may have been her chosen profession, since she no longer dreamt of becoming an actress like her mother. She scanned through the pictures on the top; they had all been of the labyrinth itself and of her friends, Hoggle, Ludo, Sir Didymus and his steed, Ambrosias. She finally came to the ones she wanted, the ones of him.
She couldn't remember doing so many but obviously she had, some were pen and ink, whilst others were merely pencil, others were of charcoal or pastel and some were even painted. She got up from her seat, found the ball of blue sticky tack she had on her desk and started attaching the pictures to any patches of bare wall she could find. Admiring her gallery when she had finished she realised that they had all been drawn from memory, she had never exceeded the scope only putting down onto paper what she had ever seen.
A set of drawers sat next to her desk, which contained all of her art supplies. Reaching into them she pulled out paper and pencils and extracted her drawing board from behind the couch. She sat herself comfortably and positioned the board on her legs. With a profusion she had only experienced in her younger days, she set about creating a contemporary portrait of the man she hadn't seen for so long but her brief was different, she wanted to know what he would look like in her world, and ultimately if he was like the man haunting her dreams.
She must have been there for a few hours, drawing and sketching at a furious pace, removing lines that were in the wrong place, defining the lines of his smiling eyes and mouth, and smudging shadows, around the edge of his nose and under his jaw line. Once finished she immediately positioned her final piece with the others. It took pride of place as she stood before it wondering and imagining if he would truly be like that.
"I suppose," she muttered, "that there is only one way to find out, and after all, I did promise Gary. However," she said smirking at the newly finished portrait, "you will have to wait until later, I'm too exhausted at the moment to fight with you, Jareth."
She left the confine of her office to seek the solitude and warmth of her own bed, slipping beneath the covers without even changing into the usual slip she slept in. Sleep quickly evaded her and she again began to dream, dream of what the future might hold for her if they truly were reflecting her hopes and desires.
Outside the window of the office, Jareth in owl form had watched all that had transpired within that room over the last couple of hours. The pictures that Sarah had drawn were truly remarkable. She certainly had a gift. He inspected the new drawing when she pinned it to the wall with the others and he shuddered, he had seen that face before, it had been his in his imaginings of the last few months in fact. He had always known that he had been with Sarah, but he had never recognised any of the places in his thoughts, they certainly were not of his world, and what about the way he looked and was attired in his dreams. He didn't know what was meant but he knew one person that did. She had sketched as much and left it on her wall. There was so much feeling in that picture too. So much love and desire. He could feel and see it. And because of it he knew she would be coming to him and soon.
He flew from the branch catching a thermal as he went. "I think I will be seeing you very soon, milady, my love," and with that he was gone.