When Old Enemies bring New Friends
Disclaimer: Anyone and anything familiar like Sarah, Jareth, and Toby etc. belong to the almighty Mr. Henson. Everyone else belongs to me.
*A special thank you to my beta Melody for all her help. Thanks! ____________
He laid her down, among the pillows on the large silk covered bed. His deathly pale hands ran along her naked figure, his caressing touch soothing her. He very tenderly placed his lips against her.
Sarah awoke with a start, sweating and breathing heavily. She shuddered as a chill ran down her spine. She threw off her blankets and allowed a breeze from the slightly open window to cool her down. Wait, slightly open window? She always made sure she shut the window tight before she went to sleep for fear an intruder might try to sneak in. She knew the chances of that weren't likely being on the second floor but you never know. She shrugged off the open window then made her way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She went down the stairs slowly and carefully, making sure to avoid all the creaky spots. Sarah wanted to avoid waking Karen because then she'd be interrogated about why she was awake, what she was doing, and what the dream was about. (And she wasn't about to explain that one to Karen anytime soon.) This wasn't the first time she had had that dream and she had a feeling it wouldn't be the last. Karen had already caught her awake once before and she had to make up a dream before rushing quickly back to bed. She gulped down the water she had poured and wearily made her way back up the stairs back to her room.
She climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. After unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep, she looked around her room. Everything was in the same place it had been since she had first had it decorated. The bookends that so closely resembled Hoggle, her stuffed Sir Didymus, the music box that now played a sad, haunting melody and even her firey doll, even if those creatures were scary as hell.
The only thing missing was the statue she'd had of the Goblin King. It didn't resemble him exactly but she still could not have it out. No, that she had packed away carefully in a box in her closet. 'Out of sight, out of mind,' she had thought as she packed it away in tissue paper and placed it on a high shelf the very same night as her return from the Labyrinth. Yes, the Goblin King was gone. Now in its place was a ceramic owl she had received as a present from her grandmother, just last week for Christmas. That was when the dreams started again, on Christmas. She had been successful in forgetting about him for the past two years and moving on with her life but now he was back. Haunting her in her dreams and every time she looked at the owl its black beady eyes stared back at her. She quickly got up from her bed and took the owl from its spot on her dresser. She moved it to a high shelf next to the head of her bed so she wouldn't have to look at it. She lay back down in her bed but every time she closed her eyes, the same seducing images of him came to mind. 'Should I even be having these dreams?' she wondered. 'After all, I'm only 17 and I've never even had a boyfriend before let alone kissed a guy!' She looked over at her alarm clock, its red numbers blazing in the darkness of her room. It was five minutes to six and her alarm would be going off in five minutes. 'Great. Another night of 2 hours of sleep.' She reached over and switched the alarm off to avoid the beeping from waking everyone in the house up. She swung her feet over the side of her bed, rose groggily, and made her way over to her closet. She grabbed a pair of black jeans and a deep purple button up shirt with ¾ sleeves. Then she rushed down to the bathroom, as she wanted to take a shower before anyone else woke up, in order to have time to fix her hair. After finishing in the bathroom, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen where Toby, who was now four, was enjoying a breakfast of scrambled eggs.
"Would you like some eggs Sarah?" Karen asked.
"No thanks." Sarah answered picking up her book bag.
"Come on, Sarah. Eat something." Her father pushed.
"I can't I'm gonna be late. I gotta go." She said rushing out the door. She rubbed her hands together after meeting the frosty winter air. "Have to get some gloves." She said to herself her breath a white puff of air. She climbed into her car and shivered. She put the key in the ignition and revved the engine but the car didn't starts. She tried again but to no avail. "Damn it!" she exclaimed hitting the steering wheel. She looked at her watch. It was too late to catch the bus; she was going to have to walk. Making her way down the driveway, she cursed as snow began to fall. 'Could this day possibly get any worse?' she asked herself. Then, just to prove it could, she slipped on a patch of ice dropping all her books and landing hard on her bottom. "God dammit!" she yelled as she slowly got back up and carefully made her way down the street.
Fifteen minutes, and one very-angry-nearly-frozen Sarah later, she arrived at the school. She pushed her way through the horde of students to her locker on the second floor. She exchanged the books she had brought home for homework for her first and second period books. First period she had English, with Mr. Monti, the toughest teacher in the school. And he had only been there since the beginning of the school year. Sarah still liked him however. She wanted to follow her dream of being a writer; so the only thing she cared about was doing well in his class. She was determined to get at least one one hundred the entire year. She had gotten close with a 95 but that was it. They would be getting their creative writing assignment back today and Sarah worked hard on her fantasy story, as much as she hated thinking about dwarves, fairies, and. well, you know. She was determined to do well on this assignment. She walked into her classroom just as the bell rang so she hurried over to her seat and non-elegantly plopped herself down in her chair. Mr. Monti was standing with his back to the class writing something on the board. 'Probably homework.' Sarah guessed, on the board. When he was finished, he turned around and spoke to them.
"Good Morning Class. I have - "he said picking up a fairly thick pile of papers, "your assignments" some of the kids groaned and put their heads in their hands. Mr. Monti was the toughest grader, and kids were happy just to get a 65, which was on the line for passing. He began walking around the room handing back the papers. Williams. Sarah was always the last to get her paper back. She looked around the room interested in the other students' reactions to their grades. Some kids smiled, other banged their head down on the desk. Mr. Monti finally handed Sarah her paper. She flipped to the last page and looked for the red mark that should be her grade but she couldn't find it. She looked again on the front page but only saw marks for grammatical corrections. She skimmed through her entire story but found no grade. Instead, she found a comment written on the last page in a tiny but very fancy looking script. 'Sarah, please meet with me after school to discuss your paper.' Sarah looked up at him but he had already begun the next lesson. She had failed! She couldn't believe it! Her grade was so bad he didn't even bother giving her one! Everything blurred as tears formed in her eyes. She believed this to have been her best work but this man, this monster, saw it as garbage. She quickly wiped her eyes and tried to focus on what Mr. Monti had to say about commas.
Sarah gathered up her books and shoved her story somewhere in between her English and History notebook when the bell rang. She swiftly rose from her seat and made her way towards the door. Before she stepped out into the hall, she glared at Mr. Monti who then looked up, smiled, and placed his hand on Sarah's shoulder. This infuriated her even more, but at the same time she was about to burst into tears so she kept her head down and rushed towards her next class.
Halfway there she heard someone behind her yell out "Hey!" and felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see who it was before answering back. When she looked, it was someone she had never seen before. He had dusty blonde hair, which was short and spiked. His eyes were clear icy pools of blue, but one of them looked a little darker, although Sarah just blamed that on the light. He was wearing an opened button up light blue shirt and underneath it, a light gray t-shirt tucked into jeans. His jeans then hung over his work boots. Sarah had never seen him before, and she wondered how she could have missed him. He smiled at her and revealed perfect white pearls that seemed to shine in the light.
"My name's Aaron, I'm new in town." 'So that's why I've never seen him before.' Sarah thought. "Hi" she answered quietly. "I'm in your English Class, I sit back and over one seat from you. You didn't look too well; I thought maybe you were sick so I wanted to see if you were ok." Sarah looked down at the cold tile floor. She sighed, "I'll be fine, but thank you for caring." She didn't really feel like talking to this boy but he was being very kind so she didn't want to come off acting like a bitch either, after all, she normally wasn't like this.
"Where you headed to next?" Aaron asked
"History, room 261 with Ms. Simson."
"Ah, cool, me too. Mind if I walk with you? I don't know my way around the school too well yet."
"Sure." They walked the rest of the way in silence and Sarah still kept her head down to avoid the stares and whispers about who the new, cute kid was and why he was walking with her, of all people. They made it to the class just as the bell rang, but the teacher wasn't in the room yet.
"Thanks for showing me how to get here." He said. "After school you want to maybe go to the library to study? You could help me with this what is it? Industrial Revolution stuff, crazy what these people come up with." 'What is he talking about? These inventions are old and he's never heard of them?' Sarah thought
"Alright, I'll meet you at 2:30." He smiled that perfect smile at her again and found an empty seat a few away from Sarah's as Ms. Simson walked into the room. Sarah took out her notebook and her english paper fell onto the floor. She had almost forgotten about it. Almost. But not quite.
She picked it up and took out her pen to take today's notes, and her mind instantly started racing. Why did she agree to go to the library? Today, of all days the cute new guy decided to flirt with her when she had so much going on right now. So far today was the day from Hell and she wasn't expecting things to pick up. At least she had given herself fifteen minutes after school before she had to meet him in the library. That should be more than enough time for Mr. Monti to talk about her paper, and why she got a zero on it. And how could he smile at her after class just like that?! She couldn't believe it! When she started thinking about it, she got upset all over again. She thought of her restless night and all the other horrible things that had happened to her already today. She once again wiped tears that were forming in her eyes but one managed to escape smudging her notes.
Disclaimer: Anyone and anything familiar like Sarah, Jareth, and Toby etc. belong to the almighty Mr. Henson. Everyone else belongs to me.
*A special thank you to my beta Melody for all her help. Thanks! ____________
He laid her down, among the pillows on the large silk covered bed. His deathly pale hands ran along her naked figure, his caressing touch soothing her. He very tenderly placed his lips against her.
Sarah awoke with a start, sweating and breathing heavily. She shuddered as a chill ran down her spine. She threw off her blankets and allowed a breeze from the slightly open window to cool her down. Wait, slightly open window? She always made sure she shut the window tight before she went to sleep for fear an intruder might try to sneak in. She knew the chances of that weren't likely being on the second floor but you never know. She shrugged off the open window then made her way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She went down the stairs slowly and carefully, making sure to avoid all the creaky spots. Sarah wanted to avoid waking Karen because then she'd be interrogated about why she was awake, what she was doing, and what the dream was about. (And she wasn't about to explain that one to Karen anytime soon.) This wasn't the first time she had had that dream and she had a feeling it wouldn't be the last. Karen had already caught her awake once before and she had to make up a dream before rushing quickly back to bed. She gulped down the water she had poured and wearily made her way back up the stairs back to her room.
She climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. After unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep, she looked around her room. Everything was in the same place it had been since she had first had it decorated. The bookends that so closely resembled Hoggle, her stuffed Sir Didymus, the music box that now played a sad, haunting melody and even her firey doll, even if those creatures were scary as hell.
The only thing missing was the statue she'd had of the Goblin King. It didn't resemble him exactly but she still could not have it out. No, that she had packed away carefully in a box in her closet. 'Out of sight, out of mind,' she had thought as she packed it away in tissue paper and placed it on a high shelf the very same night as her return from the Labyrinth. Yes, the Goblin King was gone. Now in its place was a ceramic owl she had received as a present from her grandmother, just last week for Christmas. That was when the dreams started again, on Christmas. She had been successful in forgetting about him for the past two years and moving on with her life but now he was back. Haunting her in her dreams and every time she looked at the owl its black beady eyes stared back at her. She quickly got up from her bed and took the owl from its spot on her dresser. She moved it to a high shelf next to the head of her bed so she wouldn't have to look at it. She lay back down in her bed but every time she closed her eyes, the same seducing images of him came to mind. 'Should I even be having these dreams?' she wondered. 'After all, I'm only 17 and I've never even had a boyfriend before let alone kissed a guy!' She looked over at her alarm clock, its red numbers blazing in the darkness of her room. It was five minutes to six and her alarm would be going off in five minutes. 'Great. Another night of 2 hours of sleep.' She reached over and switched the alarm off to avoid the beeping from waking everyone in the house up. She swung her feet over the side of her bed, rose groggily, and made her way over to her closet. She grabbed a pair of black jeans and a deep purple button up shirt with ¾ sleeves. Then she rushed down to the bathroom, as she wanted to take a shower before anyone else woke up, in order to have time to fix her hair. After finishing in the bathroom, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen where Toby, who was now four, was enjoying a breakfast of scrambled eggs.
"Would you like some eggs Sarah?" Karen asked.
"No thanks." Sarah answered picking up her book bag.
"Come on, Sarah. Eat something." Her father pushed.
"I can't I'm gonna be late. I gotta go." She said rushing out the door. She rubbed her hands together after meeting the frosty winter air. "Have to get some gloves." She said to herself her breath a white puff of air. She climbed into her car and shivered. She put the key in the ignition and revved the engine but the car didn't starts. She tried again but to no avail. "Damn it!" she exclaimed hitting the steering wheel. She looked at her watch. It was too late to catch the bus; she was going to have to walk. Making her way down the driveway, she cursed as snow began to fall. 'Could this day possibly get any worse?' she asked herself. Then, just to prove it could, she slipped on a patch of ice dropping all her books and landing hard on her bottom. "God dammit!" she yelled as she slowly got back up and carefully made her way down the street.
Fifteen minutes, and one very-angry-nearly-frozen Sarah later, she arrived at the school. She pushed her way through the horde of students to her locker on the second floor. She exchanged the books she had brought home for homework for her first and second period books. First period she had English, with Mr. Monti, the toughest teacher in the school. And he had only been there since the beginning of the school year. Sarah still liked him however. She wanted to follow her dream of being a writer; so the only thing she cared about was doing well in his class. She was determined to get at least one one hundred the entire year. She had gotten close with a 95 but that was it. They would be getting their creative writing assignment back today and Sarah worked hard on her fantasy story, as much as she hated thinking about dwarves, fairies, and. well, you know. She was determined to do well on this assignment. She walked into her classroom just as the bell rang so she hurried over to her seat and non-elegantly plopped herself down in her chair. Mr. Monti was standing with his back to the class writing something on the board. 'Probably homework.' Sarah guessed, on the board. When he was finished, he turned around and spoke to them.
"Good Morning Class. I have - "he said picking up a fairly thick pile of papers, "your assignments" some of the kids groaned and put their heads in their hands. Mr. Monti was the toughest grader, and kids were happy just to get a 65, which was on the line for passing. He began walking around the room handing back the papers. Williams. Sarah was always the last to get her paper back. She looked around the room interested in the other students' reactions to their grades. Some kids smiled, other banged their head down on the desk. Mr. Monti finally handed Sarah her paper. She flipped to the last page and looked for the red mark that should be her grade but she couldn't find it. She looked again on the front page but only saw marks for grammatical corrections. She skimmed through her entire story but found no grade. Instead, she found a comment written on the last page in a tiny but very fancy looking script. 'Sarah, please meet with me after school to discuss your paper.' Sarah looked up at him but he had already begun the next lesson. She had failed! She couldn't believe it! Her grade was so bad he didn't even bother giving her one! Everything blurred as tears formed in her eyes. She believed this to have been her best work but this man, this monster, saw it as garbage. She quickly wiped her eyes and tried to focus on what Mr. Monti had to say about commas.
Sarah gathered up her books and shoved her story somewhere in between her English and History notebook when the bell rang. She swiftly rose from her seat and made her way towards the door. Before she stepped out into the hall, she glared at Mr. Monti who then looked up, smiled, and placed his hand on Sarah's shoulder. This infuriated her even more, but at the same time she was about to burst into tears so she kept her head down and rushed towards her next class.
Halfway there she heard someone behind her yell out "Hey!" and felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see who it was before answering back. When she looked, it was someone she had never seen before. He had dusty blonde hair, which was short and spiked. His eyes were clear icy pools of blue, but one of them looked a little darker, although Sarah just blamed that on the light. He was wearing an opened button up light blue shirt and underneath it, a light gray t-shirt tucked into jeans. His jeans then hung over his work boots. Sarah had never seen him before, and she wondered how she could have missed him. He smiled at her and revealed perfect white pearls that seemed to shine in the light.
"My name's Aaron, I'm new in town." 'So that's why I've never seen him before.' Sarah thought. "Hi" she answered quietly. "I'm in your English Class, I sit back and over one seat from you. You didn't look too well; I thought maybe you were sick so I wanted to see if you were ok." Sarah looked down at the cold tile floor. She sighed, "I'll be fine, but thank you for caring." She didn't really feel like talking to this boy but he was being very kind so she didn't want to come off acting like a bitch either, after all, she normally wasn't like this.
"Where you headed to next?" Aaron asked
"History, room 261 with Ms. Simson."
"Ah, cool, me too. Mind if I walk with you? I don't know my way around the school too well yet."
"Sure." They walked the rest of the way in silence and Sarah still kept her head down to avoid the stares and whispers about who the new, cute kid was and why he was walking with her, of all people. They made it to the class just as the bell rang, but the teacher wasn't in the room yet.
"Thanks for showing me how to get here." He said. "After school you want to maybe go to the library to study? You could help me with this what is it? Industrial Revolution stuff, crazy what these people come up with." 'What is he talking about? These inventions are old and he's never heard of them?' Sarah thought
"Alright, I'll meet you at 2:30." He smiled that perfect smile at her again and found an empty seat a few away from Sarah's as Ms. Simson walked into the room. Sarah took out her notebook and her english paper fell onto the floor. She had almost forgotten about it. Almost. But not quite.
She picked it up and took out her pen to take today's notes, and her mind instantly started racing. Why did she agree to go to the library? Today, of all days the cute new guy decided to flirt with her when she had so much going on right now. So far today was the day from Hell and she wasn't expecting things to pick up. At least she had given herself fifteen minutes after school before she had to meet him in the library. That should be more than enough time for Mr. Monti to talk about her paper, and why she got a zero on it. And how could he smile at her after class just like that?! She couldn't believe it! When she started thinking about it, she got upset all over again. She thought of her restless night and all the other horrible things that had happened to her already today. She once again wiped tears that were forming in her eyes but one managed to escape smudging her notes.