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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 7 - Love lost
"Sire?" Luther tried desperately to waken the King but to no avail. He was sleeping too soundly, not that that was a bad thing with his sleep patterns of late. Luther pushed his shoulder slightly hoping that would do the trick, he raised his voice as well and repeated, "Sire?"
"Hmm, yes, Luther what is it?" Jareth responded although his head was still sunken in the depths of his soft, silk covered, feather pillows and his eyes were closed.
"Well, sire, you asked me to wake you when there was something not quite right, well something isn't quite right!"
"By the heavens above, what is it?" Jareth's eyes were now opening to the scene that was unfolding before him. Luther was pacing at an amazingly rapid rate; Jareth had never seen Luther do that before. "Stop pacing and kindly tell me what the devil was so important that you had to wake me from my slumber!"
"Jareth, do you know anything about a Griffin?"
"A Griffin?"
"Yes, sire, a Griffin?"
"Did it block Sarah's path between Fiery Wood and the Bog."
"Yes, sire."
"Yes, Luther, I informed it to capture her and bring her here. Is she here?"
"Yes, sire, but ."
"What Luther, if she is here then it is by the hand of the Griffin, is it not?"
"No, sire, it is not."
"It is not, eh? So if she is here then how can it be that she did not come by way of the Griffin?"
"Well, she is here by way of the Griffin, sire. Only not how you intended." Jareth was now out of his bed pacing his chamber, "If it was not by way of my intention, how did she get here?" He was angry; Luther would have to tread carefully.
"On its back, sire." He smiled nervously at his friend and King.
"Luther, is this story of yours accurate, did you see it with your own eyes."
"Yes, sire, every detail. From watching the Griffin attempt to capture Sarah. To her ensuing explanation to the Griffin regarding her devotion to you. The Griffin, deciding upon her words as truth allowed her free passage on the road it guarded. Her imminent meeting with Sir Didymus and Ludo. And finally her skill in imploring it to fly her and her friends to the castle, this being the only option left open to them as time was running short for them."
The King sat on the edge of his bed, a faint smile touching the edges of his lips as he basked in her radiance. "She is smart and courageous, my Sarah."
"Jareth, it would be unwise to call her that just yet."
"Why, Luther? She has fought her way here for a second time to secure a place for herself with me. Let there be no doubt, she is my Sarah!"
"Sire, you have always asked me to speak as I feel. I am your good friend you know that. But I beg you, do not make any rash decisions or judgements about Sarah's intentions until you have the chance to speak with her. You said yourself, she is smart."
"But she has no idea what has been going on here and I intend to make sure she never finds out."
"Jareth, human's base their relations on trust. If there is no trust then there is no relationship worth having."
"All she needs is me, to love her and be her slave."
"Sire, please, I beg you ."
"Enough! I have heard what you say but I trust my instinct on this matter, Luther. Now go and ready yourself in the throne room, she must still believe that I am locked away in one of my oubliettes."
Luther was beside himself. How could things have gone so wrong? How could his friend not believe what he was telling him? Why was he acting like such a fool? Luther gave one last pleading look at Jareth, but to no avail, Jareth dismissed him and he was left with the burden of carrying on with this charade. He only hoped that it would go a little better than he could expect, although, knowing much of Sarah's steadfast ways from his own, and Jareth's observations he doubted that any good would come from this. In fact, he believed, there would be a lot of hurt, cruelty and devastation, especially for his friend.
He walked slowly down the staircase and reached the throne room in record time. Taking a seat in Jareth's throne, he readied himself for the inevitable. It would soon arrive.
***
Sarah couldn't remember the doors being so heavy before but they must have been. Ludo and the other's helped to push open the gigantic oak doors that shut out the world. She moved on through to the throne room and came to a stand still in front of the 'King' on his throne.
"Luther, so nice to see you again." She remarked.
"As it is you, Sarah." Luther eyed her suspiciously, what was her game then?
"So I have completed the Labyrinth in the allotted time and ask for my prize."
"In order to claim him you must find him."
"Really!" Her smile was entirely false but wide all the same. She turned to look at her friend's. "I'm expected to find him, after all that I have done, through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered," she mocked. A look of complete pleasure swept her face, she was having fun. "Where on Earth, sorry in the Underground, would he be? He has been moved from the oubliette that he was in I take it?"
"Yes," Luther replied. What was she up to?
"Hmm, now where could he be? In his dungeons? No too cold, dark and damp. In the Escher room? No too predictable. In his chambers? In his dreams." A look of guile crept over her features. "Where is he Luther, where is your King?"
"I'm the King." Luther protested, but Sarah was not to be swayed.
"If the King were in an oubliette then he couldn't have got out could he? So if he couldn't get out, without help of course, how could one of his crystals? A crystal so pure and true that, no offence Luther, could certainly never be one of yours and filled with such an air of emotion that only I would know whom it was from. How can it be that although there would be no escape for him then there would be escape for anything else? I am perplexed." She eyed Luther, who was know looking between her and Hoggle in wonder as to where this could all be leading.
"No offence taken," he finally got out, "I only wish that I could perform such tricks."
"Indeed, Luther, indeed." She finally gave Luther the look that told him everything. He knew that she knew something of what had transpired and it was obvious that Hoggle had not done or said anything else to Sarah to make her believe that the King was in fact very much in love with her. The look on her face told him that she had had enough of his games and that they were going to end right now!
She looked up slightly toward the ceiling. "Jareth," she called with a hint of anger in her voice, "would you mind getting you bony little arse down here so that I could convey my sentiment to you. Face to face."
Hoggle went to her side. "You's don't really want to be getting him angry now does ya," he whispered.
"Hoggle, bare with me, this will go better than expected, I assure you."
They heard the footfalls of the King as he made his way down the staircase. Luther immediately removed himself from Jareth's throne. Apart from the fact that it wasn't his, he felt the King would need to sit once Sarah had told him exactly what she had thought of him. As he appeared around the final corner Sarah could only look on in wonder. Her imagining of him was correct; he was as beautiful now as he had ever been even now to her more grown up eyes. Her heart raced, how was she going to get through this. She would have to keep thinking about trust and the lack of it. It was going to be difficult, however, as he was such a formidable figure.
Jareth made his way around to the front of his throne but instead of sitting there he walked down the last remaining steps to stand directly in front of Sarah, they stood about a foot apart. She was so beautiful; age had done her a justice that he would be unlikely to forget. He shifted slightly, her stance was unnerving, and he would have to be careful otherwise she would make him crack. If only he could touch her hair, embrace her, kiss her lips and then skim his thumb over they're swelling. He had to get a grip before he lost it and her completely.
'Her eyes' he thought, 'they always seem to calm me down in our dreams.' His glance shifted upwards to meet her stare but there was nothing soothing about it today. He could see love there, and passion but above all, he saw hate. And it was in abundance.
Sarah on the other hand was quite calm now. It had taken every inch of her to stop her from running completely into his arms at his whim but she had managed it. He was wearing the deep maroon velvet frock coat and breeches that he had worn in the Escher room on her last visit, and he looked as gorgeous as ever in it. She wanted to touch the silky strands of his silvery blond hair, which was formed into its usual magical halo around his head. She wanted to look into his mismatched eyes to see what they would give away but instead she found herself staring a little higher so as to avoid any kind of contact. It was then she noticed his looks upon her. His eyes had looked down towards her lips as she continued to spy, wondering what he was thinking about. All too soon their eyes locked onto each other. He was searching hers for a clue as to her demeanour and he soon found it. But Sarah couldn't understand what she found within his. Pure, fragile, unadulterated love. No question. But that confused her even more.
They stood like that for what seemed to be hours, trying to interpret what signals the other was giving out. It was Jareth that spoke first.
"So Sarah, I have kindly brought you my 'bony little arse'. What is it that you wish to say to me?"
She smiled at the replica reference he made but soon again formed her non- committal, poker face. "I wish to tell you that although I love you very deeply, Jareth, I can never trust you. I ask that you send me back home and forget I ever exist, and I shall eventually disregard you too."
"There will be no need for that, Sarah. You will stay here with me and eventually you will learn to trust me again. If you love me then that is all we really need. I give myself to you; as a Fae that pledge means I will never leave your side, and always love you for eternity."
"Jareth, you expect me to stay. After everything that has transpired you believe that I would just stay here, against my will and what, have sex with you every time you feel like a bit of lurve." Sarah couldn't help herself.
"I expect nothing that would see you unhappy." He responded, now unsure of where their conversation would end.
"Okay, so why lie to me. Why treat me like some starry-eyed teenager who has fallen in love with her favourite teacher. I can't believe some of the things you have done to me, Jareth. It wouldn't even surprise me if these damn dreams I was having were being concocted by you and placed in my deep subconscious!" Sarah was now at bursting point and she didn't care. She didn't care if the Goblin City could hear her, she didn't care if the Seelie Court heard her. In fact, she didn't care if the whole of the Above or Underground could hear her. She was mad and it was making Jareth very uncomfortable.
"Dear Sarah, I have no control over our dreams, and" he soothed, "how exactly have I lied to you?"
"Don't Jareth, I really don't think you want me to spell it out."
"No please, Sarah. Point me in the right direction so that I can make amends."
"You don't get it do you. Okay, it started when Luther arrived. He told me that you were locked in an oubliette because of your love for me. He then went on to tell me that in order for me to make sure that you were never forgotten we would both be tested, as a way of finding out how far we would lay down our lives for the other. I was to run the Labyrinth again, in order that I may claim you as my prize. And that was fine; I believed with all my heart that this truly wasn't some kind of game. When I received your crystal it was even clearer to me. Even now I still can't believe those emotions were all fallacy, but obviously I was wrong. And, if at the time I had met up with the Griffin I hadn't known about your scheme then I would have died for you then. You were my world, Jareth," she said softly, almost in tears, "but now you are nothing to me."
"Sarah?" Jareth asked quietly, his heart breaking in front of her very eyes.
"No, Jareth, nothing you ever say or do will ever change what you have done to me. I wish to god that I had never read that book, that I had never wished Toby away, and most especially, I wish I had never met you at all."
Everyone looked on as Jareth's world was torn apart, limb from limb. And nobody was more surprised than him when they all witnessed Sarah disappear. "What in all of Hades just happened?" He asked flatly.
"Jareth, King of the Goblins," a voice boomed out around Jareth's throne room, "you are to make your way to the Seelie Court immediately, any delay and a higher penalty will befall you."
And before anyone could say Jack Robinson or even Jareth Robinson, he too had disappeared.
"Well, I guess that's it then," said Luther.
"Yes," the other three replied in unison, still stunned from Sarah's disappearance.
"Didn't she say this would goes better than expected, for who? Do ya think's Sarah will be alright without's us?" Hoggle asked no one in particular.
"I don't suppose she will remember anything of what has happened today, with the exact countenance of her wish." Luther answered.
"No, suppose not," Hoggle added, "I'ms not gonna be alright without's her though."
"No," Luther agreed, "I think we should put our heads together and come up with a plan to get her back." He looked at each of the friends in turn as they nodded their approval. "Good, well we best get started, now that court is in session we haven't a moment to lose."
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 7 - Love lost
"Sire?" Luther tried desperately to waken the King but to no avail. He was sleeping too soundly, not that that was a bad thing with his sleep patterns of late. Luther pushed his shoulder slightly hoping that would do the trick, he raised his voice as well and repeated, "Sire?"
"Hmm, yes, Luther what is it?" Jareth responded although his head was still sunken in the depths of his soft, silk covered, feather pillows and his eyes were closed.
"Well, sire, you asked me to wake you when there was something not quite right, well something isn't quite right!"
"By the heavens above, what is it?" Jareth's eyes were now opening to the scene that was unfolding before him. Luther was pacing at an amazingly rapid rate; Jareth had never seen Luther do that before. "Stop pacing and kindly tell me what the devil was so important that you had to wake me from my slumber!"
"Jareth, do you know anything about a Griffin?"
"A Griffin?"
"Yes, sire, a Griffin?"
"Did it block Sarah's path between Fiery Wood and the Bog."
"Yes, sire."
"Yes, Luther, I informed it to capture her and bring her here. Is she here?"
"Yes, sire, but ."
"What Luther, if she is here then it is by the hand of the Griffin, is it not?"
"No, sire, it is not."
"It is not, eh? So if she is here then how can it be that she did not come by way of the Griffin?"
"Well, she is here by way of the Griffin, sire. Only not how you intended." Jareth was now out of his bed pacing his chamber, "If it was not by way of my intention, how did she get here?" He was angry; Luther would have to tread carefully.
"On its back, sire." He smiled nervously at his friend and King.
"Luther, is this story of yours accurate, did you see it with your own eyes."
"Yes, sire, every detail. From watching the Griffin attempt to capture Sarah. To her ensuing explanation to the Griffin regarding her devotion to you. The Griffin, deciding upon her words as truth allowed her free passage on the road it guarded. Her imminent meeting with Sir Didymus and Ludo. And finally her skill in imploring it to fly her and her friends to the castle, this being the only option left open to them as time was running short for them."
The King sat on the edge of his bed, a faint smile touching the edges of his lips as he basked in her radiance. "She is smart and courageous, my Sarah."
"Jareth, it would be unwise to call her that just yet."
"Why, Luther? She has fought her way here for a second time to secure a place for herself with me. Let there be no doubt, she is my Sarah!"
"Sire, you have always asked me to speak as I feel. I am your good friend you know that. But I beg you, do not make any rash decisions or judgements about Sarah's intentions until you have the chance to speak with her. You said yourself, she is smart."
"But she has no idea what has been going on here and I intend to make sure she never finds out."
"Jareth, human's base their relations on trust. If there is no trust then there is no relationship worth having."
"All she needs is me, to love her and be her slave."
"Sire, please, I beg you ."
"Enough! I have heard what you say but I trust my instinct on this matter, Luther. Now go and ready yourself in the throne room, she must still believe that I am locked away in one of my oubliettes."
Luther was beside himself. How could things have gone so wrong? How could his friend not believe what he was telling him? Why was he acting like such a fool? Luther gave one last pleading look at Jareth, but to no avail, Jareth dismissed him and he was left with the burden of carrying on with this charade. He only hoped that it would go a little better than he could expect, although, knowing much of Sarah's steadfast ways from his own, and Jareth's observations he doubted that any good would come from this. In fact, he believed, there would be a lot of hurt, cruelty and devastation, especially for his friend.
He walked slowly down the staircase and reached the throne room in record time. Taking a seat in Jareth's throne, he readied himself for the inevitable. It would soon arrive.
***
Sarah couldn't remember the doors being so heavy before but they must have been. Ludo and the other's helped to push open the gigantic oak doors that shut out the world. She moved on through to the throne room and came to a stand still in front of the 'King' on his throne.
"Luther, so nice to see you again." She remarked.
"As it is you, Sarah." Luther eyed her suspiciously, what was her game then?
"So I have completed the Labyrinth in the allotted time and ask for my prize."
"In order to claim him you must find him."
"Really!" Her smile was entirely false but wide all the same. She turned to look at her friend's. "I'm expected to find him, after all that I have done, through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered," she mocked. A look of complete pleasure swept her face, she was having fun. "Where on Earth, sorry in the Underground, would he be? He has been moved from the oubliette that he was in I take it?"
"Yes," Luther replied. What was she up to?
"Hmm, now where could he be? In his dungeons? No too cold, dark and damp. In the Escher room? No too predictable. In his chambers? In his dreams." A look of guile crept over her features. "Where is he Luther, where is your King?"
"I'm the King." Luther protested, but Sarah was not to be swayed.
"If the King were in an oubliette then he couldn't have got out could he? So if he couldn't get out, without help of course, how could one of his crystals? A crystal so pure and true that, no offence Luther, could certainly never be one of yours and filled with such an air of emotion that only I would know whom it was from. How can it be that although there would be no escape for him then there would be escape for anything else? I am perplexed." She eyed Luther, who was know looking between her and Hoggle in wonder as to where this could all be leading.
"No offence taken," he finally got out, "I only wish that I could perform such tricks."
"Indeed, Luther, indeed." She finally gave Luther the look that told him everything. He knew that she knew something of what had transpired and it was obvious that Hoggle had not done or said anything else to Sarah to make her believe that the King was in fact very much in love with her. The look on her face told him that she had had enough of his games and that they were going to end right now!
She looked up slightly toward the ceiling. "Jareth," she called with a hint of anger in her voice, "would you mind getting you bony little arse down here so that I could convey my sentiment to you. Face to face."
Hoggle went to her side. "You's don't really want to be getting him angry now does ya," he whispered.
"Hoggle, bare with me, this will go better than expected, I assure you."
They heard the footfalls of the King as he made his way down the staircase. Luther immediately removed himself from Jareth's throne. Apart from the fact that it wasn't his, he felt the King would need to sit once Sarah had told him exactly what she had thought of him. As he appeared around the final corner Sarah could only look on in wonder. Her imagining of him was correct; he was as beautiful now as he had ever been even now to her more grown up eyes. Her heart raced, how was she going to get through this. She would have to keep thinking about trust and the lack of it. It was going to be difficult, however, as he was such a formidable figure.
Jareth made his way around to the front of his throne but instead of sitting there he walked down the last remaining steps to stand directly in front of Sarah, they stood about a foot apart. She was so beautiful; age had done her a justice that he would be unlikely to forget. He shifted slightly, her stance was unnerving, and he would have to be careful otherwise she would make him crack. If only he could touch her hair, embrace her, kiss her lips and then skim his thumb over they're swelling. He had to get a grip before he lost it and her completely.
'Her eyes' he thought, 'they always seem to calm me down in our dreams.' His glance shifted upwards to meet her stare but there was nothing soothing about it today. He could see love there, and passion but above all, he saw hate. And it was in abundance.
Sarah on the other hand was quite calm now. It had taken every inch of her to stop her from running completely into his arms at his whim but she had managed it. He was wearing the deep maroon velvet frock coat and breeches that he had worn in the Escher room on her last visit, and he looked as gorgeous as ever in it. She wanted to touch the silky strands of his silvery blond hair, which was formed into its usual magical halo around his head. She wanted to look into his mismatched eyes to see what they would give away but instead she found herself staring a little higher so as to avoid any kind of contact. It was then she noticed his looks upon her. His eyes had looked down towards her lips as she continued to spy, wondering what he was thinking about. All too soon their eyes locked onto each other. He was searching hers for a clue as to her demeanour and he soon found it. But Sarah couldn't understand what she found within his. Pure, fragile, unadulterated love. No question. But that confused her even more.
They stood like that for what seemed to be hours, trying to interpret what signals the other was giving out. It was Jareth that spoke first.
"So Sarah, I have kindly brought you my 'bony little arse'. What is it that you wish to say to me?"
She smiled at the replica reference he made but soon again formed her non- committal, poker face. "I wish to tell you that although I love you very deeply, Jareth, I can never trust you. I ask that you send me back home and forget I ever exist, and I shall eventually disregard you too."
"There will be no need for that, Sarah. You will stay here with me and eventually you will learn to trust me again. If you love me then that is all we really need. I give myself to you; as a Fae that pledge means I will never leave your side, and always love you for eternity."
"Jareth, you expect me to stay. After everything that has transpired you believe that I would just stay here, against my will and what, have sex with you every time you feel like a bit of lurve." Sarah couldn't help herself.
"I expect nothing that would see you unhappy." He responded, now unsure of where their conversation would end.
"Okay, so why lie to me. Why treat me like some starry-eyed teenager who has fallen in love with her favourite teacher. I can't believe some of the things you have done to me, Jareth. It wouldn't even surprise me if these damn dreams I was having were being concocted by you and placed in my deep subconscious!" Sarah was now at bursting point and she didn't care. She didn't care if the Goblin City could hear her, she didn't care if the Seelie Court heard her. In fact, she didn't care if the whole of the Above or Underground could hear her. She was mad and it was making Jareth very uncomfortable.
"Dear Sarah, I have no control over our dreams, and" he soothed, "how exactly have I lied to you?"
"Don't Jareth, I really don't think you want me to spell it out."
"No please, Sarah. Point me in the right direction so that I can make amends."
"You don't get it do you. Okay, it started when Luther arrived. He told me that you were locked in an oubliette because of your love for me. He then went on to tell me that in order for me to make sure that you were never forgotten we would both be tested, as a way of finding out how far we would lay down our lives for the other. I was to run the Labyrinth again, in order that I may claim you as my prize. And that was fine; I believed with all my heart that this truly wasn't some kind of game. When I received your crystal it was even clearer to me. Even now I still can't believe those emotions were all fallacy, but obviously I was wrong. And, if at the time I had met up with the Griffin I hadn't known about your scheme then I would have died for you then. You were my world, Jareth," she said softly, almost in tears, "but now you are nothing to me."
"Sarah?" Jareth asked quietly, his heart breaking in front of her very eyes.
"No, Jareth, nothing you ever say or do will ever change what you have done to me. I wish to god that I had never read that book, that I had never wished Toby away, and most especially, I wish I had never met you at all."
Everyone looked on as Jareth's world was torn apart, limb from limb. And nobody was more surprised than him when they all witnessed Sarah disappear. "What in all of Hades just happened?" He asked flatly.
"Jareth, King of the Goblins," a voice boomed out around Jareth's throne room, "you are to make your way to the Seelie Court immediately, any delay and a higher penalty will befall you."
And before anyone could say Jack Robinson or even Jareth Robinson, he too had disappeared.
"Well, I guess that's it then," said Luther.
"Yes," the other three replied in unison, still stunned from Sarah's disappearance.
"Didn't she say this would goes better than expected, for who? Do ya think's Sarah will be alright without's us?" Hoggle asked no one in particular.
"I don't suppose she will remember anything of what has happened today, with the exact countenance of her wish." Luther answered.
"No, suppose not," Hoggle added, "I'ms not gonna be alright without's her though."
"No," Luther agreed, "I think we should put our heads together and come up with a plan to get her back." He looked at each of the friends in turn as they nodded their approval. "Good, well we best get started, now that court is in session we haven't a moment to lose."