The Final Phase: Phase 6: Fae Saves the Day!
Jareth woke to see Sarah slightly more pale then the usual pale she almost always was. His heart quickened as he grabbed her wrist, feeling for a pulse that wasn't there.
"No!" he yelped. "It isn't true! You can't be dead!"
Jareth leapt from the bed, fierce and naked, summing up all his strength, hoping to save his love with his Fae magic.
But to no avail. The sparklers dancing from his hands fell, useless, to the ground, leaving a glittering trail that someone would have to clean up later.
Jareth fell to his knees, his head bowed, his eyes studying the plush green velvet carpeting. His finger fingered a delicate tea stain. "Oh Sarah," he whispered. "How I love you! How I loved you!"
He swept her unconscious body into his arms, then disappeared from the bedroom, leaving the labyrinth, his kingdom, and all he had known, to return Sarah to her world.
It was only milliseconds before he appeared at Sarah's front door, her body wrapped in a bed sheet, he still completely butt naked.
When Toby opened the door, his eyes widened, his hand going quickly over to his bike horn. Honk Honk.
Nurse Beatrice quickly appeared, then quickly fainted at the site of the gloriously nude Jareth, as he pushed past the two simpletons and into Sarah's abode.
Jareth rushed upstairs and placed Sarah on her bed. He was quick to don her white robe as Nurse Beatrice, fresh from her fainting spell, arrived, explaining that Toby was calling 911.
Nurse Beatrice was quick to perform CPR on the lifeless girl, not asking questions of the incredibly dashing gorgeous at one time naked man who sad beside her.
"You must be able to do something!" Jareth lashed out at Nurse Beatrice, standing with harsh resentment, throwing the bathrobe just so.
"I'm doings alls I can's for the mistress!" Nurse Beatrice cried.
Jareth put his hands on his hips, half out of habit, half because he looked the most attractive this way. "Well, I've tried everything! Fae magic. Some Fae magic. More Fae Magic." He paused. "What if we throw some water on her?"
Nurse Beatrice's glare was enough to silence The Goblin King.
"I feel a pulse!" she cried suddenly.
Jareth slightly trembled as he sat and waited impatiently for the paramedics to arrive. They were quick to take Sarah to the hospital, and Jareth was disappointed that he couldn't ride in the ambulance as he was not a relative.
At the hospital, Jareth, still in his mighty bathrobe, impatiently stalked the hospital hallways, waiting for news on his beloved. He managed to amuse himself for a time by staring at a strange glass encasing with many arrangements of plastic wrapped food goods.
"Uncle Jareth!" Toby came scurrying down the hall. Jareth turned, smiling at the little boy. He was quite cute when not attached to that bike and strange horn.
"Yes child?"
"Sarah's awake! Sarah's awake!" Toby cried, grabbing Jareth's hand and yanking him towards Sarah's room.
Jareth could not hold back his joy as he spied Sarah, awake but very weak, slowly nodding to a Doctor who stood beside her bed. Nurse Beatrice dozed in the corner, her knitting of a tea cozy resting on her lap.
"Jareth!" Sarah managed to speak, her voice barely a mumble as her lover closed in and gave her a vicious, victorious hug.
"My love," Jareth replied. "I don't know what I would have done if you had…"
Sarah smiled, the dark circles under her eyes unable to dim her beauty, rather instead making her look like an anorexic model.
"I love you Jareth."
Jareth kissed Sarah softly, whispering back that he loved her too. He promised her that as soon as she was well, they would marry and live the rest of her days wherever she chose.
Sarah smiled. "Anywhere with you. That's all that matters."
Jareth clutched Sarah tightly. "Anything my darling. Anything."
"Ahem."
The two lovers looked up to an impatient doctor, tapping his pen on his medical clipboard.
"Would you like to know why your 'love' was hospitalized in the first place?" The doctor asked haughtily.
Jareth cleared his throat and looked blankly at the doctor. "I suppose."
The doctor cleared his throat and looked at Sarah. "The reason you went unconscious and almost died from complications Sarah is because someone in your condition cannot take any sort of physical strain."
"And?" Sarah questioned seriously.
The doctor looked over at Jareth. "The cause of all this was what we doctors like to term 'sexual exhaustion'."
Sarah looked at Jareth. The doctor and she stared at the now sheepish king in perfect silence.
Jareth adjusted his bathrobe, not realizing he wasn't wearing a codpiece. "Well—I—uh." He then threw back his shoulders, ash blond hair dancing in the stale air.
"I am Fae," he explained.
THE END..OR IS IT...PROBABLY
Jareth woke to see Sarah slightly more pale then the usual pale she almost always was. His heart quickened as he grabbed her wrist, feeling for a pulse that wasn't there.
"No!" he yelped. "It isn't true! You can't be dead!"
Jareth leapt from the bed, fierce and naked, summing up all his strength, hoping to save his love with his Fae magic.
But to no avail. The sparklers dancing from his hands fell, useless, to the ground, leaving a glittering trail that someone would have to clean up later.
Jareth fell to his knees, his head bowed, his eyes studying the plush green velvet carpeting. His finger fingered a delicate tea stain. "Oh Sarah," he whispered. "How I love you! How I loved you!"
He swept her unconscious body into his arms, then disappeared from the bedroom, leaving the labyrinth, his kingdom, and all he had known, to return Sarah to her world.
It was only milliseconds before he appeared at Sarah's front door, her body wrapped in a bed sheet, he still completely butt naked.
When Toby opened the door, his eyes widened, his hand going quickly over to his bike horn. Honk Honk.
Nurse Beatrice quickly appeared, then quickly fainted at the site of the gloriously nude Jareth, as he pushed past the two simpletons and into Sarah's abode.
Jareth rushed upstairs and placed Sarah on her bed. He was quick to don her white robe as Nurse Beatrice, fresh from her fainting spell, arrived, explaining that Toby was calling 911.
Nurse Beatrice was quick to perform CPR on the lifeless girl, not asking questions of the incredibly dashing gorgeous at one time naked man who sad beside her.
"You must be able to do something!" Jareth lashed out at Nurse Beatrice, standing with harsh resentment, throwing the bathrobe just so.
"I'm doings alls I can's for the mistress!" Nurse Beatrice cried.
Jareth put his hands on his hips, half out of habit, half because he looked the most attractive this way. "Well, I've tried everything! Fae magic. Some Fae magic. More Fae Magic." He paused. "What if we throw some water on her?"
Nurse Beatrice's glare was enough to silence The Goblin King.
"I feel a pulse!" she cried suddenly.
Jareth slightly trembled as he sat and waited impatiently for the paramedics to arrive. They were quick to take Sarah to the hospital, and Jareth was disappointed that he couldn't ride in the ambulance as he was not a relative.
At the hospital, Jareth, still in his mighty bathrobe, impatiently stalked the hospital hallways, waiting for news on his beloved. He managed to amuse himself for a time by staring at a strange glass encasing with many arrangements of plastic wrapped food goods.
"Uncle Jareth!" Toby came scurrying down the hall. Jareth turned, smiling at the little boy. He was quite cute when not attached to that bike and strange horn.
"Yes child?"
"Sarah's awake! Sarah's awake!" Toby cried, grabbing Jareth's hand and yanking him towards Sarah's room.
Jareth could not hold back his joy as he spied Sarah, awake but very weak, slowly nodding to a Doctor who stood beside her bed. Nurse Beatrice dozed in the corner, her knitting of a tea cozy resting on her lap.
"Jareth!" Sarah managed to speak, her voice barely a mumble as her lover closed in and gave her a vicious, victorious hug.
"My love," Jareth replied. "I don't know what I would have done if you had…"
Sarah smiled, the dark circles under her eyes unable to dim her beauty, rather instead making her look like an anorexic model.
"I love you Jareth."
Jareth kissed Sarah softly, whispering back that he loved her too. He promised her that as soon as she was well, they would marry and live the rest of her days wherever she chose.
Sarah smiled. "Anywhere with you. That's all that matters."
Jareth clutched Sarah tightly. "Anything my darling. Anything."
"Ahem."
The two lovers looked up to an impatient doctor, tapping his pen on his medical clipboard.
"Would you like to know why your 'love' was hospitalized in the first place?" The doctor asked haughtily.
Jareth cleared his throat and looked blankly at the doctor. "I suppose."
The doctor cleared his throat and looked at Sarah. "The reason you went unconscious and almost died from complications Sarah is because someone in your condition cannot take any sort of physical strain."
"And?" Sarah questioned seriously.
The doctor looked over at Jareth. "The cause of all this was what we doctors like to term 'sexual exhaustion'."
Sarah looked at Jareth. The doctor and she stared at the now sheepish king in perfect silence.
Jareth adjusted his bathrobe, not realizing he wasn't wearing a codpiece. "Well—I—uh." He then threw back his shoulders, ash blond hair dancing in the stale air.
"I am Fae," he explained.
THE END..OR IS IT...PROBABLY