A/N See I told you I would update on Monday. ^_^ I'm loving all your
reviews,*sniff* I feel so loved. ^_^. Remember ( )- what was said. {}- Me
butting in. ~ telepathic talking, though none of that for a while. Pardon
the dumb spelling and grammar mistakes, this is not a school paper, so I do
not need to worry about it. ^_^.
Shadow girl- yes I know Jareth can't possibly love Sydney forever. ( I mean what man can love forever---sorry to any guys reading this) but Jareth is not all human.duh. So I think he's a little stronger than his father because he is half. Thus able to love longer, but you're right about it. but for sake of the story, lets pretend that he can.
Disclaimer, I do not own anything of Labyrinth, if I did, I wouldn't share Jareth at all. ^_^. Oh yeah, this is a longer chapter, so be happy, I want to see smiles.
What If II the Nightmare.
By
Melissa aka Angel 1 ^_^x
Tomas stormed around the Labyrinth, he was very displeased. His Son had refused his warning, Jareth should have been grateful that he looked out for him still. Well Tomas wasn't about to sit back and watch his Son suffer like he had. He was going to take matters into his own hands.
The second he saw the girl he knew she was infected with a red dream, a nightmare. The kind that only surface ever so often, if he could send her the rest of the dream, then she would have the nightmare every time she closed her eyes in sleep. Jareth was too inexperienced to see the infection himself. Tomas didn't want to hurt his Son, but a few nights of pain would be minuscule as compared to the centuries of pain he would endure later if that girl stayed.
The mental map that Tomas had of the Labyrinth was proving wrong at some points. It appeared that Jareth had made changes to the Labyrinth, in order to keep it difficult, the mark of a true King. Tomas was proud of his Son, though he couldn't understand why he couldn't marry a woman from the Underground, things would be a lot less difficult if he did. But no matter, upon seeing the girl suffering, Jareth will surly send her home.
Finally he found what he was looking for, the Dream Cave. Stooping he entered the cave and stood a moment gazing at the green lights of the dreams as they circled the room. Then he spotted the goblin Oswin, he was sitting on his books with a net full of dreams at his side. The yellowed eyed goblin was studding a dream for a moment, then he let it go and scribbled something down in another book.
" Oswin! " Tomas called stalking over to him. Oswin looked up and a smile cracked his face. " Your Majesty " he said hopping down from the books and bowing low.
" I am not the king anymore, Jareth is, you know that." He said gently as he looked down at one of his most loyal subjects.
" Begging you pardon Master." Though the goblin knew very well who he was addressing.
" Oswin, did the mortal girl come in here yesterday? " Tomas crouched down to look him in his large yellow eyes.
" Yes master, yes that stupid girl did come in here." Oswin jumped around despite his age.
" She was infected with a nightmare wasn't she? " Tomas continued.
" Yes, yes she was, I saw it myself." Oswin's smile never faltered.
" I want you to send her the other half. " Tomas was surprised when Oswin's eyes grew wide.
" But master, that would have grave consequences to the mortal and His Majesty."
" Yes that is exactly what I want, you see she'll bring him only trouble and pain. The power of the nightmare will force them apart, with the mental link severed I can dispose of the girl myself if he refuses to send her home. Jareth will forgive me in time, once he realizes the truth. "
" What do you mean.disposed?" Oswin whispered.
" I'll throw her of the edge of the Underground, she'll be sent to exactly the same place she was when Jareth took her. This will also insure that Jareth will not reach her again, for, as you know, being thrown off means that she can never come back."
" If His Majesty ever finds out, he will be extremely angry with me." Oswin's voice held fear and respect to his King.
" Do you know how angry I'll be if you don't, you just might find yourself off the edge as well." Tomas threatened. With that, Oswin scurried away to a set of chests. Throwing one open he rummaged around the bottles until he found the one he was looking for. He hurried back, clutching the tiny bottle in his hand.
" This is the one master, the other half of the mortal's nightmare." He handed the corked bottle to Tomas.
" Thank you, your services to me will be greatly rewarded." Tomas stood and left the cave. Leaving Oswin to wonder what he just did against his King.
Tomas stepped out into the sunlight, looking the bottle, the tiny red dream blinked at him. " I'm sorry Jareth, but this is the only way you'll understand." He uncorked the bottle and the red dream floated away towards the castle.
Sydney was tired, the day had been long and eventful. Jareth spent much of his time answering her questions. Like how old he was? ( about five thousand Aboveground years) Was Aboveground years different from Underground years? ( Hardly ) Can he turn into an owl all the time? ( Only when I'm Aboveground. ) Why an owl? ( How stylish would it be, if I was to be a cat or dog.) {I see his point.}
Dozens of goblins came by to see the mortal girl, Sydney had never felt more uncomfortable having hundreds of eyes looking at her. She sat on the step near the throne and watched as Jareth took care of his business of caring for the Labyrinth and the goblin city. He was very different when he worked, when all his attention and power were focused on the task at hand. Many emotions played their way through, yet he stayed as arrogant as ever. She was also very shocked to find that he carried a short crystal handled whip with him, but he reassured her that it was basically for show and nothing else. She wasn't sure though, he did say 'basically'.
By the time the day was over Sydney felt as tired as she was yesterday. After dinner Jareth escorted her to her quarters, he bid her good night and bowed then retreated further down the hall. Thankfully Jareth didn't send any innuendos her way, or even look at her with his usual ' guess what I'm thinking ' look. He had been a perfect gentleman, even though Sydney wanted him to be more like this, she wished the old Jareth would come back.
She knew she could probably do nothing about it and decided that she shouldn't wish on it anyway. The old saying ' Be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it' had a whole new meaning. Sydney again dove into the wardrobe and found her favorite pajamas. A long gray shirt that reached her knees and had a sleeping puppy on the front. After putting it on she climbed into bed and curled up under the sheets.
As soon as she drifted off to sleep, a blinking red light appeared at her window. Jareth's power to keep out any fairies and such from entering though the window, did not in fact keep out dreams, so the nightmare easily fluttered in. The red light that was already in Sydney's head blinked in response, the red glowing light showed thought her skin. Upon finding its other half, the red dream rested on Sydney forehead and entered her mind, joining with it's brother.
Sydney was in a crowd of people, she didn't know where she was at. But wherever she was , it was a great place. People where laughing and little kids where running around and loud music was playing. The sight of game stands and the smell of cotton candy, made Sydney realize that she must be at the fair. But when she turned a corner of stands she saw the worst sight she could behold. An enormous yellow and red striped tent.
A circus, she was at a circus. But how? She avoided theses places like the plague.
Sydney forced her eyes to snap open. The swift exit of her dream was disorienting, and she did not notice the red light leave her head and escape out the window. She sat up, her vision spun, tipping the room at strange angles. She held still until the room returned to normal and came into focus. Sighing, she rubbed her eyes, ' why would I have a dream about the circus? I hate the circus.' The room was still dark, obviously she had only slept a few hours. She really didn't feel like falling back to sleep, but she forced her self to lay back down and relax. She must have fallen back asleep, because what seemed like moments later, Nikko was jumping on her bed, beckoning her to wake up.
" Master is getting worried, you should be up already." Nikko said when she saw that Sydney had woke up.
" What?" Sydney forced herself to open her eyes. " What time is it? "
" It's time you were out of bed." said a stern English voice that sent goose bumps all over Sydney. Bolting into a sitting position Sydney saw Jareth standing next to her trying in vain to keep a stern look on his face. But after a moment a low laugh started and he sat on the bed next to her.
" Oh shut up, I bet you don't look all perfect when you first get up ether." Sydney snapped in a groggy voice. Reaching up to pull away her loose hair from her face. Looking at him, she saw that he probably did wake up perfect. Today he was dressed in the same black pants, but wore a deep blue poets shirt and a black leather jacket, no cape, but of course the leather gloves.
Jareth tried to keep serious, but when Sydney sat up with her hair looking like it belonged to a goblin he couldn't hold back his laughter. She shot him a look of death and carefully climbed out of bed, tugging at her long shirt to cover her.
" Is that what you sleep in?" he asked as he gazed at her. She self- consciously tugged at it again.
" Yes! Why? What do you sleep in.Wait! Never mine." She slowly made her way to her wardrobe and without looking pulled out her clothes. Jareth stood and watched as she hopped into a pair of black pants, looking as if at any moment she would fall over. Sydney looked up and caught Jareth grinning at her.
" Do, you, mind?" she sighed, " and do you always walk into your guests rooms? " Jareth crossed his arm, and for a moment did nothing, then pivoted around to look away. He heard Sydney sigh. " You know, in the Underground, privacy is not strictly enforced." He said.
" Liar," She laughed. Jareth smiled, her mood had changed so fast, like many, she was grumpy when awoken in the morning. " Alright you can look now."
Turning he saw her sit at the vanity and run a brush though her hair. Jareth walked over and leaned on the wall and watched her. " Is this fascinating?" she asked as her hair smoothed out to it's usual curls.
" Yes, you'll have to forgive me if I stare, I've never had a mortal with me, and some things," he made a daring move, and reached out to run his gloved hand down her hair, she seemed not to mind. " Little things, they fascinate me."
Sydney had never seen anyone look at her the way Jareth was looking at her. His eyes were intense and seemed to be demanding something from her, though she did not know what. He crouched down by her chair and looked at her. Sydney had long found out that crouching down to meet someone, usually a goblin, at eye level meant he demanded truth. Though sometimes it showed he was being submissive and didn't want to seem threatening. Which was what he wanted at the moment.
" Nikko." Jareth called over his shoulder. The tiny goblin, which had been making the bed looked up.
" Yes master, Sir?" she squeaked
" Leave us." Jareth demanded.
" Yes Your Majesty " Nikko jumped from the bed and headed out the door, closing it softly behind her. Sydney wanted to grab the goblin and keep her in the room with them; she had a feeling that she shouldn't be alone with Jareth.
When the room was empty, Jareth turned to look at her, his eyes burned into her. "Sydney why haven't you wished for what you want?" His seemed troubled by the idea. Sydney didn't understand, at the moment she wanted nothing. nothing but to have the old Jareth back. But there was no way in this twisted land was she going to tell him that, and she knew that whenever the old Jareth would make his appearance, she would regret it.
" I have nothing to wish for right now." She said softly, she put the brush down back on the table and looked at her refection in the mirror so she wouldn't have to look into his eyes.
" You're lying." he grabbed the legs of her chair and turned them so she would have to face him. " You feel alone, ..that's not uncommon, I may have not kept a mortal here in the castle with me before, but I have kept many in the Labyrinth. I know that mortals need company. And I understand if I cannot give that to you, or if you don't want my company." Then faster than Sydney could see, Jareth reached out and took hold of her shirt. Startled, and thinking he was trying to grab something else, her hand flew to his to stop him.
When Jareth saw her panic at his rash action he though maybe he should reorder time to erase what he just did,.but no, he wouldn't deceive Sydney that way. He didn't want Sydney to fear him, but he knew that, unfortunately, fear would keep her in line and make things a lot easier. He wanted to see the strange necklace that she wore; he could feel it under her clothes. When her grip on his hand loosened, he pulled the chain out from under her shirt.
" This, this means a lot to you. What is it?" he asked. Looking at the strange engravings on the thin metal plates.
" Th-their..ID tags, for identification. We put theses on our pets, these use to belong to my dog, Zeus, before he died." She told him, her voice wavered as she remembered.
Jareth looked up at her to watch her reaction, he showed none to her distress and struggled to keep his face set in calm.
" Do you want him? " Jareth asked softly.
" What" Sydney whispered, almost afraid that she had heard him wrong.
" Do you want him back? "
" But he died, how can you bring him back?" Sydney's heart hammered away, could he really bring Zeus back.
" Death does not end your memories, I can bring him back, just how you remember him. all you have to do is say the words Sydney, and he will be here."
Sydney thought a moment, 'could he really bring Zeus back?' thinking about how wonderful it would be if she could play with him just one more time, to see him run around and have fun. She suddenly made up her mind, she took a deep breath.
" I wish Zeus would return to me."
Jareth dropped the tags with a sharp breath, and he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were glassy and a little unfocused. Then without another word he stood up and walked over to the door, and opened it, letting in a large gray dog.
" Zeus! " Sydney cried, dropping out of the chair, Zeus bounded over to her and she threw her arms around the mutt. He was real, he was breathing and felt warm, he was very real and alive. Zeus was waging his tail so hard his whole body shook. She sat there on the floor for a whole five minutes, weeping and clutching the dog tightly.
Jareth was not use to such emotion, it was a little unnerving to him. He didn't know whether or not he should leave Sydney alone, but in the end he decided to stay. She wiped away her tears and laughed suddenly, the sound brought a smile to Jareth's own face. "Oh, look at you," Sydney said tearfully as she scratched the dog behind the ears. " Yes look at the beautiful puppy dog." Zeus gave a small bark and rolled on his back for a belly rub. Sydney laughed again. " you, your spoiled." The dog yapped again, as Sydney took off her necklace and wrapped it around the dog. The tags hung low and gave a soft jingle as Zeus moved.
Standing finally, Sydney walked over to Jareth, who was again leaning against the wall. He straightened when she came up to him.
" Jareth.I " she paused as new tears showed themselves. She wrung her hands and looked back at the dog, sitting obediently on the ground watching them. "I just wanted..to.." Suddenly, to Jareth's surprise, Sydney wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you for what you've done, thank you." A quiet moment went by before Jareth hesitantly retuned the embrace.
The last time Jareth was hugged, was by his mother. He had almost forgotten what it felt like. He ran his hand across her back, while the other went to her shoulders. " I..I am your slave." Was all he said as her buried his face in her loose hair.
A second went by, then another. Soon they were relaxed in each other's arms. But no soon did this happen when Sydney broke contact. Jareth reluctantly let her go, and couldn't help but give her a arrogant smile when he saw her blushing, and was surprised when she smiled back.
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A/N Well how do you like it so far.? Hmm Jareth ( to me) is WAY out of character, but I blame all that on the emotions. Anyway guess what!! I got a car!! Yes one of my very own. Yes I know what your thinking. " Great she has a car, now she has to get a job, and is starting collage next Monday, she'll never finish." WRONG!! I do solemnly swear that I will finish and update often.
Anyway reviews are my life.so review o.k. ^_^x
Shadow girl- yes I know Jareth can't possibly love Sydney forever. ( I mean what man can love forever---sorry to any guys reading this) but Jareth is not all human.duh. So I think he's a little stronger than his father because he is half. Thus able to love longer, but you're right about it. but for sake of the story, lets pretend that he can.
Disclaimer, I do not own anything of Labyrinth, if I did, I wouldn't share Jareth at all. ^_^. Oh yeah, this is a longer chapter, so be happy, I want to see smiles.
What If II the Nightmare.
By
Melissa aka Angel 1 ^_^x
Tomas stormed around the Labyrinth, he was very displeased. His Son had refused his warning, Jareth should have been grateful that he looked out for him still. Well Tomas wasn't about to sit back and watch his Son suffer like he had. He was going to take matters into his own hands.
The second he saw the girl he knew she was infected with a red dream, a nightmare. The kind that only surface ever so often, if he could send her the rest of the dream, then she would have the nightmare every time she closed her eyes in sleep. Jareth was too inexperienced to see the infection himself. Tomas didn't want to hurt his Son, but a few nights of pain would be minuscule as compared to the centuries of pain he would endure later if that girl stayed.
The mental map that Tomas had of the Labyrinth was proving wrong at some points. It appeared that Jareth had made changes to the Labyrinth, in order to keep it difficult, the mark of a true King. Tomas was proud of his Son, though he couldn't understand why he couldn't marry a woman from the Underground, things would be a lot less difficult if he did. But no matter, upon seeing the girl suffering, Jareth will surly send her home.
Finally he found what he was looking for, the Dream Cave. Stooping he entered the cave and stood a moment gazing at the green lights of the dreams as they circled the room. Then he spotted the goblin Oswin, he was sitting on his books with a net full of dreams at his side. The yellowed eyed goblin was studding a dream for a moment, then he let it go and scribbled something down in another book.
" Oswin! " Tomas called stalking over to him. Oswin looked up and a smile cracked his face. " Your Majesty " he said hopping down from the books and bowing low.
" I am not the king anymore, Jareth is, you know that." He said gently as he looked down at one of his most loyal subjects.
" Begging you pardon Master." Though the goblin knew very well who he was addressing.
" Oswin, did the mortal girl come in here yesterday? " Tomas crouched down to look him in his large yellow eyes.
" Yes master, yes that stupid girl did come in here." Oswin jumped around despite his age.
" She was infected with a nightmare wasn't she? " Tomas continued.
" Yes, yes she was, I saw it myself." Oswin's smile never faltered.
" I want you to send her the other half. " Tomas was surprised when Oswin's eyes grew wide.
" But master, that would have grave consequences to the mortal and His Majesty."
" Yes that is exactly what I want, you see she'll bring him only trouble and pain. The power of the nightmare will force them apart, with the mental link severed I can dispose of the girl myself if he refuses to send her home. Jareth will forgive me in time, once he realizes the truth. "
" What do you mean.disposed?" Oswin whispered.
" I'll throw her of the edge of the Underground, she'll be sent to exactly the same place she was when Jareth took her. This will also insure that Jareth will not reach her again, for, as you know, being thrown off means that she can never come back."
" If His Majesty ever finds out, he will be extremely angry with me." Oswin's voice held fear and respect to his King.
" Do you know how angry I'll be if you don't, you just might find yourself off the edge as well." Tomas threatened. With that, Oswin scurried away to a set of chests. Throwing one open he rummaged around the bottles until he found the one he was looking for. He hurried back, clutching the tiny bottle in his hand.
" This is the one master, the other half of the mortal's nightmare." He handed the corked bottle to Tomas.
" Thank you, your services to me will be greatly rewarded." Tomas stood and left the cave. Leaving Oswin to wonder what he just did against his King.
Tomas stepped out into the sunlight, looking the bottle, the tiny red dream blinked at him. " I'm sorry Jareth, but this is the only way you'll understand." He uncorked the bottle and the red dream floated away towards the castle.
Sydney was tired, the day had been long and eventful. Jareth spent much of his time answering her questions. Like how old he was? ( about five thousand Aboveground years) Was Aboveground years different from Underground years? ( Hardly ) Can he turn into an owl all the time? ( Only when I'm Aboveground. ) Why an owl? ( How stylish would it be, if I was to be a cat or dog.) {I see his point.}
Dozens of goblins came by to see the mortal girl, Sydney had never felt more uncomfortable having hundreds of eyes looking at her. She sat on the step near the throne and watched as Jareth took care of his business of caring for the Labyrinth and the goblin city. He was very different when he worked, when all his attention and power were focused on the task at hand. Many emotions played their way through, yet he stayed as arrogant as ever. She was also very shocked to find that he carried a short crystal handled whip with him, but he reassured her that it was basically for show and nothing else. She wasn't sure though, he did say 'basically'.
By the time the day was over Sydney felt as tired as she was yesterday. After dinner Jareth escorted her to her quarters, he bid her good night and bowed then retreated further down the hall. Thankfully Jareth didn't send any innuendos her way, or even look at her with his usual ' guess what I'm thinking ' look. He had been a perfect gentleman, even though Sydney wanted him to be more like this, she wished the old Jareth would come back.
She knew she could probably do nothing about it and decided that she shouldn't wish on it anyway. The old saying ' Be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it' had a whole new meaning. Sydney again dove into the wardrobe and found her favorite pajamas. A long gray shirt that reached her knees and had a sleeping puppy on the front. After putting it on she climbed into bed and curled up under the sheets.
As soon as she drifted off to sleep, a blinking red light appeared at her window. Jareth's power to keep out any fairies and such from entering though the window, did not in fact keep out dreams, so the nightmare easily fluttered in. The red light that was already in Sydney's head blinked in response, the red glowing light showed thought her skin. Upon finding its other half, the red dream rested on Sydney forehead and entered her mind, joining with it's brother.
Sydney was in a crowd of people, she didn't know where she was at. But wherever she was , it was a great place. People where laughing and little kids where running around and loud music was playing. The sight of game stands and the smell of cotton candy, made Sydney realize that she must be at the fair. But when she turned a corner of stands she saw the worst sight she could behold. An enormous yellow and red striped tent.
A circus, she was at a circus. But how? She avoided theses places like the plague.
Sydney forced her eyes to snap open. The swift exit of her dream was disorienting, and she did not notice the red light leave her head and escape out the window. She sat up, her vision spun, tipping the room at strange angles. She held still until the room returned to normal and came into focus. Sighing, she rubbed her eyes, ' why would I have a dream about the circus? I hate the circus.' The room was still dark, obviously she had only slept a few hours. She really didn't feel like falling back to sleep, but she forced her self to lay back down and relax. She must have fallen back asleep, because what seemed like moments later, Nikko was jumping on her bed, beckoning her to wake up.
" Master is getting worried, you should be up already." Nikko said when she saw that Sydney had woke up.
" What?" Sydney forced herself to open her eyes. " What time is it? "
" It's time you were out of bed." said a stern English voice that sent goose bumps all over Sydney. Bolting into a sitting position Sydney saw Jareth standing next to her trying in vain to keep a stern look on his face. But after a moment a low laugh started and he sat on the bed next to her.
" Oh shut up, I bet you don't look all perfect when you first get up ether." Sydney snapped in a groggy voice. Reaching up to pull away her loose hair from her face. Looking at him, she saw that he probably did wake up perfect. Today he was dressed in the same black pants, but wore a deep blue poets shirt and a black leather jacket, no cape, but of course the leather gloves.
Jareth tried to keep serious, but when Sydney sat up with her hair looking like it belonged to a goblin he couldn't hold back his laughter. She shot him a look of death and carefully climbed out of bed, tugging at her long shirt to cover her.
" Is that what you sleep in?" he asked as he gazed at her. She self- consciously tugged at it again.
" Yes! Why? What do you sleep in.Wait! Never mine." She slowly made her way to her wardrobe and without looking pulled out her clothes. Jareth stood and watched as she hopped into a pair of black pants, looking as if at any moment she would fall over. Sydney looked up and caught Jareth grinning at her.
" Do, you, mind?" she sighed, " and do you always walk into your guests rooms? " Jareth crossed his arm, and for a moment did nothing, then pivoted around to look away. He heard Sydney sigh. " You know, in the Underground, privacy is not strictly enforced." He said.
" Liar," She laughed. Jareth smiled, her mood had changed so fast, like many, she was grumpy when awoken in the morning. " Alright you can look now."
Turning he saw her sit at the vanity and run a brush though her hair. Jareth walked over and leaned on the wall and watched her. " Is this fascinating?" she asked as her hair smoothed out to it's usual curls.
" Yes, you'll have to forgive me if I stare, I've never had a mortal with me, and some things," he made a daring move, and reached out to run his gloved hand down her hair, she seemed not to mind. " Little things, they fascinate me."
Sydney had never seen anyone look at her the way Jareth was looking at her. His eyes were intense and seemed to be demanding something from her, though she did not know what. He crouched down by her chair and looked at her. Sydney had long found out that crouching down to meet someone, usually a goblin, at eye level meant he demanded truth. Though sometimes it showed he was being submissive and didn't want to seem threatening. Which was what he wanted at the moment.
" Nikko." Jareth called over his shoulder. The tiny goblin, which had been making the bed looked up.
" Yes master, Sir?" she squeaked
" Leave us." Jareth demanded.
" Yes Your Majesty " Nikko jumped from the bed and headed out the door, closing it softly behind her. Sydney wanted to grab the goblin and keep her in the room with them; she had a feeling that she shouldn't be alone with Jareth.
When the room was empty, Jareth turned to look at her, his eyes burned into her. "Sydney why haven't you wished for what you want?" His seemed troubled by the idea. Sydney didn't understand, at the moment she wanted nothing. nothing but to have the old Jareth back. But there was no way in this twisted land was she going to tell him that, and she knew that whenever the old Jareth would make his appearance, she would regret it.
" I have nothing to wish for right now." She said softly, she put the brush down back on the table and looked at her refection in the mirror so she wouldn't have to look into his eyes.
" You're lying." he grabbed the legs of her chair and turned them so she would have to face him. " You feel alone, ..that's not uncommon, I may have not kept a mortal here in the castle with me before, but I have kept many in the Labyrinth. I know that mortals need company. And I understand if I cannot give that to you, or if you don't want my company." Then faster than Sydney could see, Jareth reached out and took hold of her shirt. Startled, and thinking he was trying to grab something else, her hand flew to his to stop him.
When Jareth saw her panic at his rash action he though maybe he should reorder time to erase what he just did,.but no, he wouldn't deceive Sydney that way. He didn't want Sydney to fear him, but he knew that, unfortunately, fear would keep her in line and make things a lot easier. He wanted to see the strange necklace that she wore; he could feel it under her clothes. When her grip on his hand loosened, he pulled the chain out from under her shirt.
" This, this means a lot to you. What is it?" he asked. Looking at the strange engravings on the thin metal plates.
" Th-their..ID tags, for identification. We put theses on our pets, these use to belong to my dog, Zeus, before he died." She told him, her voice wavered as she remembered.
Jareth looked up at her to watch her reaction, he showed none to her distress and struggled to keep his face set in calm.
" Do you want him? " Jareth asked softly.
" What" Sydney whispered, almost afraid that she had heard him wrong.
" Do you want him back? "
" But he died, how can you bring him back?" Sydney's heart hammered away, could he really bring Zeus back.
" Death does not end your memories, I can bring him back, just how you remember him. all you have to do is say the words Sydney, and he will be here."
Sydney thought a moment, 'could he really bring Zeus back?' thinking about how wonderful it would be if she could play with him just one more time, to see him run around and have fun. She suddenly made up her mind, she took a deep breath.
" I wish Zeus would return to me."
Jareth dropped the tags with a sharp breath, and he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were glassy and a little unfocused. Then without another word he stood up and walked over to the door, and opened it, letting in a large gray dog.
" Zeus! " Sydney cried, dropping out of the chair, Zeus bounded over to her and she threw her arms around the mutt. He was real, he was breathing and felt warm, he was very real and alive. Zeus was waging his tail so hard his whole body shook. She sat there on the floor for a whole five minutes, weeping and clutching the dog tightly.
Jareth was not use to such emotion, it was a little unnerving to him. He didn't know whether or not he should leave Sydney alone, but in the end he decided to stay. She wiped away her tears and laughed suddenly, the sound brought a smile to Jareth's own face. "Oh, look at you," Sydney said tearfully as she scratched the dog behind the ears. " Yes look at the beautiful puppy dog." Zeus gave a small bark and rolled on his back for a belly rub. Sydney laughed again. " you, your spoiled." The dog yapped again, as Sydney took off her necklace and wrapped it around the dog. The tags hung low and gave a soft jingle as Zeus moved.
Standing finally, Sydney walked over to Jareth, who was again leaning against the wall. He straightened when she came up to him.
" Jareth.I " she paused as new tears showed themselves. She wrung her hands and looked back at the dog, sitting obediently on the ground watching them. "I just wanted..to.." Suddenly, to Jareth's surprise, Sydney wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you for what you've done, thank you." A quiet moment went by before Jareth hesitantly retuned the embrace.
The last time Jareth was hugged, was by his mother. He had almost forgotten what it felt like. He ran his hand across her back, while the other went to her shoulders. " I..I am your slave." Was all he said as her buried his face in her loose hair.
A second went by, then another. Soon they were relaxed in each other's arms. But no soon did this happen when Sydney broke contact. Jareth reluctantly let her go, and couldn't help but give her a arrogant smile when he saw her blushing, and was surprised when she smiled back.
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A/N Well how do you like it so far.? Hmm Jareth ( to me) is WAY out of character, but I blame all that on the emotions. Anyway guess what!! I got a car!! Yes one of my very own. Yes I know what your thinking. " Great she has a car, now she has to get a job, and is starting collage next Monday, she'll never finish." WRONG!! I do solemnly swear that I will finish and update often.
Anyway reviews are my life.so review o.k. ^_^x