I'm an idiot. I actually updated this earlier, but I forgot that when you
replace the text of a chapter that it doesn't show up automatically, so,
you get two chapters for the price of one. ~Lady Sorrow
Splash.The water ripples around Sarah's tense form as she sinks slowly into the tin tub. It had been a week. One whole week since Zeus (the bastard) had taken Mary. Sarah sighs, wishing she could melt and become a part of the water. Nothing but liquid and bubbles rippling tranquilly.
She lets her head fall under the water and her thoughts slowly drift away., and so does her oxygen. Sarah gasps and sits up, panting for breath. Tears stream down her cheeks, but she just attributes it to the water dripping from her hair. Shivering because the water had turned cold, Sarah grabs what resembles a towel and wraps it around herself while sliding carefully out of the tub.
Her thoughts drift back to her as she dresses in a simple beige gown. She knows Jareth did what was right in the eyes of the law of the Underground. She didn't blame him for doing what was right. Sarah twists her hands together and looks down. The moon.her symbol of slavery. Sarah almost laughs out loud at that one. But then a thought occurs to her, not only is she a slave, but so are all the other women she had encountered in the Underground. The men are kings and brave warriors, and the women are slaves.
Sarah scratches her neck, and says softly, "Not if I can help it." And she devises a plan.
~*~
"This way," Hoggle whispers to a cloaked Sarah, while leading her down a corridor. "Here we are then," he says, opening a door that lets the nighttime breeze come wafting through.
Sarah pulls the hood over her head and says, "Thanks for everything Hoggle. I'll be back soon, and hopefully Mary will be with me."
*~*
She ran. Sarah isn't sure where she's going, but she knows Mary needs her, and that's all that matters. Her mind is on moving one foot in front of the other as quickly as possible, and not focused on her surroundings. Her breathing and footfalls echo in her ears. That's why when she fell she didn't even have a chance to scream.
Darkness. She is aware of her eyelids and how heavy they feel. Then she is jolted alert by a sharp burning pain making her right leg throb. Broken. The word reverberates in her head. Sarah bolts upright, but all that greets her is darkness and stone. An oubliette, hadn't Hoggle said the labyrinth was full of them? She should've been watching where she was going.
Again the tears threaten to over take her. "It's not fair," she whispers.
"Still uttering that phrase?" a deep voice intones from the dark. Jareth steps out from the shadows around the wall, and unseen light force illuminating him. Sarah squints, the light assaulting her sensitive eyes. "Haven't changed a bit have you? You see, I was minding my own business when I was informed that a mortal girl had fallen into an oubliette and I thought, 'It can't possibly be Sarah.' And yet, here you sit. What were you running from Sarah?" He strolls closer to her.
"It's not as if I've made you live up to the promise of being my maid. I feed you, I clothe you, you don't want for anything. It's not like I beat you. What is it? Oh, I know," he continues, bending down so he's eye- level with her. "You were running to save the girl that you enjoy baby- sitting. What is it about her, Sarah? Do you like her following you around like a little lost puppy?"
"Shut up!" Sarah cries out angrily. "If I could stand you'd be in serious trouble," she threatens.
"Why, Sarah, what are you going to do? Whine and throw a tantrum?"
"You know your problem, Jareth? You don't care about anyone other than yourself. The only reason you make fun of mine and Mary's friendship is because you don't have a friend in the world, do you? Not even one. Sure, my friends may not be perfect, but at least I have them."
Silence envelopes them. Sarah tries to move to stand and winces. Jareth notices this and makes her sit still. "What did you hurt?" he asks solemnly.
Sarah mumbles almost inaudibly, "My leg."
"I could heal it for you, but only friends help friends, so you're on your own," he says while getting up to leave.
Sarah thinks it over and calls out, "Wait!" Jareth turns on his heel. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said. I'm sure you have plenty of friends. And, I'll even agree to be one if you heal my leg," she says hopefully.
Jareth chuckles. "You strike a hard bargain, but it's a deal." He kneels and bends slightly over her leg. He starts to push her dress up, but Sarah protests. "How do you expect me to heal your leg if I don't touch it?"
Sarah shrugs, and answers, "Use the force?" Sarah relents and allows him to push her dress up, but only to mid-thigh. Jareth removes his gloves and proceeds to touch her leg, gently massaging the bruised flesh.
Sarah's head falls back and her eyes close while enjoying the massage. "Jareth?"
"Hm?"
"Why do you always wear gloves?"
"Because I'm so powerful that if I touch anything with my bare hands I could destroy it if I'm not careful."
"Then why's my leg not being destroyed?"
"It's a different kind of magic."
"Oh."
Hope you enjoyed it. And if not, poo on you, haha.
Splash.The water ripples around Sarah's tense form as she sinks slowly into the tin tub. It had been a week. One whole week since Zeus (the bastard) had taken Mary. Sarah sighs, wishing she could melt and become a part of the water. Nothing but liquid and bubbles rippling tranquilly.
She lets her head fall under the water and her thoughts slowly drift away., and so does her oxygen. Sarah gasps and sits up, panting for breath. Tears stream down her cheeks, but she just attributes it to the water dripping from her hair. Shivering because the water had turned cold, Sarah grabs what resembles a towel and wraps it around herself while sliding carefully out of the tub.
Her thoughts drift back to her as she dresses in a simple beige gown. She knows Jareth did what was right in the eyes of the law of the Underground. She didn't blame him for doing what was right. Sarah twists her hands together and looks down. The moon.her symbol of slavery. Sarah almost laughs out loud at that one. But then a thought occurs to her, not only is she a slave, but so are all the other women she had encountered in the Underground. The men are kings and brave warriors, and the women are slaves.
Sarah scratches her neck, and says softly, "Not if I can help it." And she devises a plan.
~*~
"This way," Hoggle whispers to a cloaked Sarah, while leading her down a corridor. "Here we are then," he says, opening a door that lets the nighttime breeze come wafting through.
Sarah pulls the hood over her head and says, "Thanks for everything Hoggle. I'll be back soon, and hopefully Mary will be with me."
*~*
She ran. Sarah isn't sure where she's going, but she knows Mary needs her, and that's all that matters. Her mind is on moving one foot in front of the other as quickly as possible, and not focused on her surroundings. Her breathing and footfalls echo in her ears. That's why when she fell she didn't even have a chance to scream.
Darkness. She is aware of her eyelids and how heavy they feel. Then she is jolted alert by a sharp burning pain making her right leg throb. Broken. The word reverberates in her head. Sarah bolts upright, but all that greets her is darkness and stone. An oubliette, hadn't Hoggle said the labyrinth was full of them? She should've been watching where she was going.
Again the tears threaten to over take her. "It's not fair," she whispers.
"Still uttering that phrase?" a deep voice intones from the dark. Jareth steps out from the shadows around the wall, and unseen light force illuminating him. Sarah squints, the light assaulting her sensitive eyes. "Haven't changed a bit have you? You see, I was minding my own business when I was informed that a mortal girl had fallen into an oubliette and I thought, 'It can't possibly be Sarah.' And yet, here you sit. What were you running from Sarah?" He strolls closer to her.
"It's not as if I've made you live up to the promise of being my maid. I feed you, I clothe you, you don't want for anything. It's not like I beat you. What is it? Oh, I know," he continues, bending down so he's eye- level with her. "You were running to save the girl that you enjoy baby- sitting. What is it about her, Sarah? Do you like her following you around like a little lost puppy?"
"Shut up!" Sarah cries out angrily. "If I could stand you'd be in serious trouble," she threatens.
"Why, Sarah, what are you going to do? Whine and throw a tantrum?"
"You know your problem, Jareth? You don't care about anyone other than yourself. The only reason you make fun of mine and Mary's friendship is because you don't have a friend in the world, do you? Not even one. Sure, my friends may not be perfect, but at least I have them."
Silence envelopes them. Sarah tries to move to stand and winces. Jareth notices this and makes her sit still. "What did you hurt?" he asks solemnly.
Sarah mumbles almost inaudibly, "My leg."
"I could heal it for you, but only friends help friends, so you're on your own," he says while getting up to leave.
Sarah thinks it over and calls out, "Wait!" Jareth turns on his heel. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said. I'm sure you have plenty of friends. And, I'll even agree to be one if you heal my leg," she says hopefully.
Jareth chuckles. "You strike a hard bargain, but it's a deal." He kneels and bends slightly over her leg. He starts to push her dress up, but Sarah protests. "How do you expect me to heal your leg if I don't touch it?"
Sarah shrugs, and answers, "Use the force?" Sarah relents and allows him to push her dress up, but only to mid-thigh. Jareth removes his gloves and proceeds to touch her leg, gently massaging the bruised flesh.
Sarah's head falls back and her eyes close while enjoying the massage. "Jareth?"
"Hm?"
"Why do you always wear gloves?"
"Because I'm so powerful that if I touch anything with my bare hands I could destroy it if I'm not careful."
"Then why's my leg not being destroyed?"
"It's a different kind of magic."
"Oh."
Hope you enjoyed it. And if not, poo on you, haha.