Well, after I've had a much needed vacation, I've decided to try my hand at
writing fanfiction again. I'm sorry if I've let a lot of you down with
this, but I'm a little rusty at the moment. I've missed everyone here
quite a lot. But after receiving hundreds, and yes, I mean hundreds of
email from people that liked this story I felt like the worst person in the
world for not posting more. Well, here's the long awaited next chapter.
Sarah's eyes open hesitantly and she blinks, but she instantly regrets opening them as the world starts to spin and dance. Her eyes roam around and she shivers. The castle was very much the same as she had remembered. In fact, it was exactly the same. Nothing had changed at all. She glances over at Mary to see her standing with her mouth wide open and her eyes practically bulging out of her skull.
"Where are we?" Mary whispers, looking frightened. Sarah tries to smile reassuringly, but turns to find Jareth staring at them both. "Yes?" Sarah asks, wondering what he's looking at.
"If you two are done gawking I'll escort you to your rooms," Jareth smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. Sarah looks to Mary. "Lead away," she says.
Jareth saunters down the steps that lead to his throne, and walks ahead of the two. His eyes catch and hold Sarah's and he grins widely. Crossing her arms over her chest, Sarah glares and follows. She turns and notices Mary still standing stoically still. "Coming?" Sarah asks gently.
Mary manages to shake herself out of her reverie and catch up to Sarah. Sarah's eyes roam over the various corridors and passages as Jareth leads them to their rooms. He stops abruptly and Sarah almost runs into his back. Luckily, she manages to stop herself at the last second.
Jareth conjures a crystal, smirks, and then throws it above his head. In a flash of glitter the girls are in the room and Jareth is gone. "Does he always do that?" Mary asks candidly. Sarah laughs and replies, "Yes, I'm afraid he does."
The girls are delighted at what they find in their rooms. They share a large bedchamber with twin beds, but they have their own bathroom, which only contains a small metal bathtub and a chamber pot, much to Sarah's horror, and a sitting room. The décor of the room resembles very much the medieval flare of the rest of the castle.
Sarah flops down on her bed gratefully. She's exhausted and stifles a yawn that tries to escape past her dormant lips. "Me too," Mary agrees, lying down on her own bed.
"Sarah, why didn't you save me, Sarah?" Mary's pale face haunts hers. "Sarah, why did you leave me, Sarah", and then Toby's sweet little baby face comes into view. "You'll never be good enough, Sarah," her stepmother sneers. "You're just not what I wanted," her mother says through perfectly painted lips, trying to let her down gently. "Just do what Karen tells you and watch Toby," her father demands impatiently.
Sarah bolts upright in bed. It was a dream. Sweat beads her forehead, but she lies back down. She lets out a deep sigh of relief. She glances over at the bed opposite her and notices Mary is still asleep. Grateful, Sarah gets up off the bed. Deciding there's nothing else to do, she paces the floor in aggravation.
All those people. She had let all those people down. Mary, Toby, her mother, stepmother, her father, not to mention countless others. Sarah frowns and pulls a shaking hand through her mussed hair. Why did everything always depend on her? Sarah pounds a hand on her forehead, trying to beat the thoughts out of her mind.
"Sarah, what are you doing?" Mary asks groggily. Sarah squints and notices her friend sitting upright. She lowers her hand and says guiltily, "Sorry, did I wake you?"
"No," Mary whispers back, "I'm just not used to this bed, and I keep waking up." Sarah takes a seat beside her friend. "Mary, I just wanted to say, well, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for what happened back there at Zeus's castle. You didn't deserve it any of it, and maybe had I been there in time I could've."
"Sarah, stop, just stop." Mary demands tearfully. Sarah complies with her wishes, but fidgets with her hands in her lap, trying to stop the onslaught of tears threatening her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispers anyway. Mary grabs Sarah and wraps her arms around her tightly.
The two girls hold each other all night, countless tears shed. They wake the next morning in each other's arms. "Was it good for you?" Sarah asks playfully. Mary pushes Sarah out of the bed and she falls to the floor with a grunt. "That's not funny," Mary says in between giggles.
Without warning the door opens and Hoggle scampers in looking guilty. Sarah looks up from the edge of the bed. "Hi Hoggle," she says, but as soon as she notices the look on his face she asks, "What's wrong?" Hoggle clears his throat, "His majesty has requested your presence in the throne room." Sarah gulps and looks up at Mary.
"Just me?" she asks. Hoggle nods, looking away. Sarah shrugs and makes her way to the door. She turns back to Mary. "I'll be back," she promises, and follows Hoggle out into the hallway. When they're out of earshot of the room, Sarah asks, "What's going on Hoggle?" Hoggle sighs, and begins, "Zeus is here looking for Mary. He's calling Jareth a thief and is trying to get the royal council to punish Jareth."
"But, he paid him money," Sarah protests. "I know, but only for you, not for Mary. Jareth offered to pay him, but Zeus said he considers stealing one of his slaves a serious offense." Sarah bites her tongue from spitting out what she really thought of Zeus. They reach the throne room, but Sarah hangs back hesitantly.
She listens for a moment to the conversation. ".don't want your petty currency." ".not a thief.no business doing." But unfortunately, Sarah can only catch snippets of what's being said. Straightening her shoulders and sucking in her breath, Sarah steps into the throne room.
Her eyes meet Jareth's and Zeus turns. "Aw, it's the feisty mortal. Pleasure seeing you again, my dear, too bad it can't be under better circumstances," Zeus says, feigning innocence. Sarah places her hands on her hips and glares. "Yes, well, from what I under stand the circumstances were just fine until you showed up." Zeus's eyes darken, but he knows he can no longer touch her since the Goblin King now owns her. "I see you didn't teach your slave any manners yet, Jareth, pity that," Zeus says turning to face the throne.
Jareth crosses his tight-clad legs and a bored expression cross his handsome features. "Why don't you go bug someone else, Zeus?" "Give me back my slave and I will." Jareth growls but conjures a crystal. Lifting his hand regally, he smashes it on the floor and Mary stands before him. She turns and looks at Sarah imploringly.
Sarah bites her lip and her brows furrow together in worry. Zeus steps forward and grabs Mary by the wrist. "I knew you'd see it my way," Zeus grin wickedly, and in a flash of lightening (still no pun intended), there's nothing left.
Sarah falls to the floor sick to her stomach. "I hate you," she whispers, raising her eyes to look at the man that just betrayed her. Jareth sighs, and replies, "Sarah, some things just aren't meant to be. Mary's being here just happened to be one of them. Besides, I could tell you didn't like playing mommy to her all the time. I did you a favor."
Standing dejectedly, Sarah wipes off her pajamas. "That's what friends do, Jareth. Look out for one another. It's a concept you'll never be able to grasp, will you?" Her eyes meet his and she sends him a look that makes Jareth regret everything he had ever put her through.
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Sarah's eyes open hesitantly and she blinks, but she instantly regrets opening them as the world starts to spin and dance. Her eyes roam around and she shivers. The castle was very much the same as she had remembered. In fact, it was exactly the same. Nothing had changed at all. She glances over at Mary to see her standing with her mouth wide open and her eyes practically bulging out of her skull.
"Where are we?" Mary whispers, looking frightened. Sarah tries to smile reassuringly, but turns to find Jareth staring at them both. "Yes?" Sarah asks, wondering what he's looking at.
"If you two are done gawking I'll escort you to your rooms," Jareth smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. Sarah looks to Mary. "Lead away," she says.
Jareth saunters down the steps that lead to his throne, and walks ahead of the two. His eyes catch and hold Sarah's and he grins widely. Crossing her arms over her chest, Sarah glares and follows. She turns and notices Mary still standing stoically still. "Coming?" Sarah asks gently.
Mary manages to shake herself out of her reverie and catch up to Sarah. Sarah's eyes roam over the various corridors and passages as Jareth leads them to their rooms. He stops abruptly and Sarah almost runs into his back. Luckily, she manages to stop herself at the last second.
Jareth conjures a crystal, smirks, and then throws it above his head. In a flash of glitter the girls are in the room and Jareth is gone. "Does he always do that?" Mary asks candidly. Sarah laughs and replies, "Yes, I'm afraid he does."
The girls are delighted at what they find in their rooms. They share a large bedchamber with twin beds, but they have their own bathroom, which only contains a small metal bathtub and a chamber pot, much to Sarah's horror, and a sitting room. The décor of the room resembles very much the medieval flare of the rest of the castle.
Sarah flops down on her bed gratefully. She's exhausted and stifles a yawn that tries to escape past her dormant lips. "Me too," Mary agrees, lying down on her own bed.
"Sarah, why didn't you save me, Sarah?" Mary's pale face haunts hers. "Sarah, why did you leave me, Sarah", and then Toby's sweet little baby face comes into view. "You'll never be good enough, Sarah," her stepmother sneers. "You're just not what I wanted," her mother says through perfectly painted lips, trying to let her down gently. "Just do what Karen tells you and watch Toby," her father demands impatiently.
Sarah bolts upright in bed. It was a dream. Sweat beads her forehead, but she lies back down. She lets out a deep sigh of relief. She glances over at the bed opposite her and notices Mary is still asleep. Grateful, Sarah gets up off the bed. Deciding there's nothing else to do, she paces the floor in aggravation.
All those people. She had let all those people down. Mary, Toby, her mother, stepmother, her father, not to mention countless others. Sarah frowns and pulls a shaking hand through her mussed hair. Why did everything always depend on her? Sarah pounds a hand on her forehead, trying to beat the thoughts out of her mind.
"Sarah, what are you doing?" Mary asks groggily. Sarah squints and notices her friend sitting upright. She lowers her hand and says guiltily, "Sorry, did I wake you?"
"No," Mary whispers back, "I'm just not used to this bed, and I keep waking up." Sarah takes a seat beside her friend. "Mary, I just wanted to say, well, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for what happened back there at Zeus's castle. You didn't deserve it any of it, and maybe had I been there in time I could've."
"Sarah, stop, just stop." Mary demands tearfully. Sarah complies with her wishes, but fidgets with her hands in her lap, trying to stop the onslaught of tears threatening her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispers anyway. Mary grabs Sarah and wraps her arms around her tightly.
The two girls hold each other all night, countless tears shed. They wake the next morning in each other's arms. "Was it good for you?" Sarah asks playfully. Mary pushes Sarah out of the bed and she falls to the floor with a grunt. "That's not funny," Mary says in between giggles.
Without warning the door opens and Hoggle scampers in looking guilty. Sarah looks up from the edge of the bed. "Hi Hoggle," she says, but as soon as she notices the look on his face she asks, "What's wrong?" Hoggle clears his throat, "His majesty has requested your presence in the throne room." Sarah gulps and looks up at Mary.
"Just me?" she asks. Hoggle nods, looking away. Sarah shrugs and makes her way to the door. She turns back to Mary. "I'll be back," she promises, and follows Hoggle out into the hallway. When they're out of earshot of the room, Sarah asks, "What's going on Hoggle?" Hoggle sighs, and begins, "Zeus is here looking for Mary. He's calling Jareth a thief and is trying to get the royal council to punish Jareth."
"But, he paid him money," Sarah protests. "I know, but only for you, not for Mary. Jareth offered to pay him, but Zeus said he considers stealing one of his slaves a serious offense." Sarah bites her tongue from spitting out what she really thought of Zeus. They reach the throne room, but Sarah hangs back hesitantly.
She listens for a moment to the conversation. ".don't want your petty currency." ".not a thief.no business doing." But unfortunately, Sarah can only catch snippets of what's being said. Straightening her shoulders and sucking in her breath, Sarah steps into the throne room.
Her eyes meet Jareth's and Zeus turns. "Aw, it's the feisty mortal. Pleasure seeing you again, my dear, too bad it can't be under better circumstances," Zeus says, feigning innocence. Sarah places her hands on her hips and glares. "Yes, well, from what I under stand the circumstances were just fine until you showed up." Zeus's eyes darken, but he knows he can no longer touch her since the Goblin King now owns her. "I see you didn't teach your slave any manners yet, Jareth, pity that," Zeus says turning to face the throne.
Jareth crosses his tight-clad legs and a bored expression cross his handsome features. "Why don't you go bug someone else, Zeus?" "Give me back my slave and I will." Jareth growls but conjures a crystal. Lifting his hand regally, he smashes it on the floor and Mary stands before him. She turns and looks at Sarah imploringly.
Sarah bites her lip and her brows furrow together in worry. Zeus steps forward and grabs Mary by the wrist. "I knew you'd see it my way," Zeus grin wickedly, and in a flash of lightening (still no pun intended), there's nothing left.
Sarah falls to the floor sick to her stomach. "I hate you," she whispers, raising her eyes to look at the man that just betrayed her. Jareth sighs, and replies, "Sarah, some things just aren't meant to be. Mary's being here just happened to be one of them. Besides, I could tell you didn't like playing mommy to her all the time. I did you a favor."
Standing dejectedly, Sarah wipes off her pajamas. "That's what friends do, Jareth. Look out for one another. It's a concept you'll never be able to grasp, will you?" Her eyes meet his and she sends him a look that makes Jareth regret everything he had ever put her through.
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