Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, Mary Jo, and Herman.
A/N: I want to thank all those who have reviewed and hope that you all will continue reading.
Hoggle was in the garden, trying with all his might to get rid of as many fairies as he possibly could. It was clear that he was running out of repellant before he was running out of fairies. He finally gave up his trying and began to limp up to the castle. He had wanted to talk to Jareth about getting something a bit more powerful than he already had.
As he passed by one of the gardens many statues of the Goblin King, he heard something rustling in the bushes just behind it. Hoggle stopped and listened hard. There was a rustle of leaves, and then a low, quiet laugh.
Not wanting to scare away whatever was hiding, Hoggle hid quietly behind a nearby tree to see if he could hear anything. At first, there was nothing but the rustling of leaves and the occasional laughter. Then, he saw Jareth's father, Herman, emerge from the bushes. He had a smug little smile on his face. It was the face of a man who was quite pleased with himself. Normally, Hoggle would have expected such behavior from a Goblin King. Or any royalty, for that matter. But there was something strange in this mans particular smile was just unnerving.
"Stupid fool," laughed Herman. Good, thought Hoggle. He does not know that I am here. "Jareth will be absolutely furious with Sarah. So furious, that he will never want to see her again forever. Stupid fool. I am surprised that he thought that letter was actually from Sarah. What a pity. He will never know the truth. Sad, really. After all those years of reading my letters, he still cannot distinguish my writing from that of a mortals." With that, Herman transformed into his usual brown barn owl and flew off.
It was only when he was completely out of sight that Hoggle stepped out from behind the tree, totally shocked with what he had heard. He just stood there for a minute, still stunned. Then, he turned on his heal and ran for Jareth's private quarters. ~*~
Sarah sat at her desk, completely involved with her work. She had decided that she would move on and forget about Jareth. It was all for the best and that was all that there was to it. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Sarah was interrupted when there was a tap on her shoulder. She whirled around to see Mary Jo, bags in her hands.
"I just came to say good-bye," smiled Mary Jo. Sarah stood and hugged her friend, wishing that she could stay for just a little longer.
"Don't forget to call and write," said Sarah. "And don't forget to come and visit me some time soon."
"I won't," promised Mary Jo. Both women had tears in their eyes. "I just need to make one pit stop in your bathroom and I will be gone with the wind."
"Okay, it's just down the hall there," replied Sarah, pointing out her door and to the right.
"Thanks," said Mary Jo. "See you later." With that, she took off towards the bathroom. Once there, Mary Jo set down her bags just outside her cubicle. That was when she heard the door open again. At first, she thought that it was just another woman. But, at the position that her bags were set, she could see that there was a man standing in front of the mirror. Not a woman like she had expected. But before she could say anything, she could hear the man begin to talk.
"I shall never understand these humans," said the voice. "Bags? In the bathroom? That is the strangest thing I have ever heard of. Oh well. Now I am really glad that I got rid of that Sarah. Now, my son will never have to worry about her. Jareth was a fool to fall for her from the beginning. Now that that is over with, he can get his head out of the clouds and back here on Earth where it belongs. I did the right thing in tricking them both. Herman old boy, you are the smartest fae in all of the Underground. Yes you are." And, with that, he walked out of the bathroom. Mary Jo, who had remained silent throughout the entire one-sided conversation, now ran out of the bathroom and tore her way to Sarah's office, where she retold her news.
"Well, what was he doing in the females bathroom?" asked Sarah, confused.
"He probably got the men's and women's bathrooms confused," smiled Mary Jo. "But that is good, Jareth never wanted to leave you. He loves you more than ever. He thinks, for some reason, that you don't want to speak with him."
"But that's just crazy," replied Sarah, growing angry. "Where would he get that idea?"
"I told you, from Herman. He did something to give Jareth the idea that you don't want him." Sarah frowned, grabbed her purse, and ran out of her office. ~*~
"What?" cried Jareth. Hoggle was standing in front of him, breathing hard. He had run from the entrance hall all the way to Jareth's bedroom to find that he had left and was in his throne room.
"He- he- your father said that it was not from Sarah. The letter was not from Sarah but in fact from him. Sarah could still love you and you would never know."
"Why that- that-that, bastard!" growled Jareth. He felt the anger rising into his head. He began pacing up and down his throne room, not sure what he would do.
"You must go to Sarah," said Hoggle, regaining his posture. "She must know."
"Yes, she must." And with that, Jareth thanked Hoggle by giving him a handful of jewels, turned into a barn owl, and flew out the open window.
A/N: I want to thank all those who have reviewed and hope that you all will continue reading.
Hoggle was in the garden, trying with all his might to get rid of as many fairies as he possibly could. It was clear that he was running out of repellant before he was running out of fairies. He finally gave up his trying and began to limp up to the castle. He had wanted to talk to Jareth about getting something a bit more powerful than he already had.
As he passed by one of the gardens many statues of the Goblin King, he heard something rustling in the bushes just behind it. Hoggle stopped and listened hard. There was a rustle of leaves, and then a low, quiet laugh.
Not wanting to scare away whatever was hiding, Hoggle hid quietly behind a nearby tree to see if he could hear anything. At first, there was nothing but the rustling of leaves and the occasional laughter. Then, he saw Jareth's father, Herman, emerge from the bushes. He had a smug little smile on his face. It was the face of a man who was quite pleased with himself. Normally, Hoggle would have expected such behavior from a Goblin King. Or any royalty, for that matter. But there was something strange in this mans particular smile was just unnerving.
"Stupid fool," laughed Herman. Good, thought Hoggle. He does not know that I am here. "Jareth will be absolutely furious with Sarah. So furious, that he will never want to see her again forever. Stupid fool. I am surprised that he thought that letter was actually from Sarah. What a pity. He will never know the truth. Sad, really. After all those years of reading my letters, he still cannot distinguish my writing from that of a mortals." With that, Herman transformed into his usual brown barn owl and flew off.
It was only when he was completely out of sight that Hoggle stepped out from behind the tree, totally shocked with what he had heard. He just stood there for a minute, still stunned. Then, he turned on his heal and ran for Jareth's private quarters. ~*~
Sarah sat at her desk, completely involved with her work. She had decided that she would move on and forget about Jareth. It was all for the best and that was all that there was to it. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Sarah was interrupted when there was a tap on her shoulder. She whirled around to see Mary Jo, bags in her hands.
"I just came to say good-bye," smiled Mary Jo. Sarah stood and hugged her friend, wishing that she could stay for just a little longer.
"Don't forget to call and write," said Sarah. "And don't forget to come and visit me some time soon."
"I won't," promised Mary Jo. Both women had tears in their eyes. "I just need to make one pit stop in your bathroom and I will be gone with the wind."
"Okay, it's just down the hall there," replied Sarah, pointing out her door and to the right.
"Thanks," said Mary Jo. "See you later." With that, she took off towards the bathroom. Once there, Mary Jo set down her bags just outside her cubicle. That was when she heard the door open again. At first, she thought that it was just another woman. But, at the position that her bags were set, she could see that there was a man standing in front of the mirror. Not a woman like she had expected. But before she could say anything, she could hear the man begin to talk.
"I shall never understand these humans," said the voice. "Bags? In the bathroom? That is the strangest thing I have ever heard of. Oh well. Now I am really glad that I got rid of that Sarah. Now, my son will never have to worry about her. Jareth was a fool to fall for her from the beginning. Now that that is over with, he can get his head out of the clouds and back here on Earth where it belongs. I did the right thing in tricking them both. Herman old boy, you are the smartest fae in all of the Underground. Yes you are." And, with that, he walked out of the bathroom. Mary Jo, who had remained silent throughout the entire one-sided conversation, now ran out of the bathroom and tore her way to Sarah's office, where she retold her news.
"Well, what was he doing in the females bathroom?" asked Sarah, confused.
"He probably got the men's and women's bathrooms confused," smiled Mary Jo. "But that is good, Jareth never wanted to leave you. He loves you more than ever. He thinks, for some reason, that you don't want to speak with him."
"But that's just crazy," replied Sarah, growing angry. "Where would he get that idea?"
"I told you, from Herman. He did something to give Jareth the idea that you don't want him." Sarah frowned, grabbed her purse, and ran out of her office. ~*~
"What?" cried Jareth. Hoggle was standing in front of him, breathing hard. He had run from the entrance hall all the way to Jareth's bedroom to find that he had left and was in his throne room.
"He- he- your father said that it was not from Sarah. The letter was not from Sarah but in fact from him. Sarah could still love you and you would never know."
"Why that- that-that, bastard!" growled Jareth. He felt the anger rising into his head. He began pacing up and down his throne room, not sure what he would do.
"You must go to Sarah," said Hoggle, regaining his posture. "She must know."
"Yes, she must." And with that, Jareth thanked Hoggle by giving him a handful of jewels, turned into a barn owl, and flew out the open window.
