A/N This is a short chapter I know, don't kill me. @_@ , But I'll make it
up to you by adding another chapter today. I got a reviewer asking if I
wanted them to review for every chapter, I told her/him that I would like
it very much if you all would review for every chapter and tell me how it
was compared to the others that I've done, but if you don't want to review
for every chapter that's fine, just review on the last chapter. It really
doesn't matter to me all that much, just as long as you review and tell me
what you like and don't like and what you want to see happen, or any ideas
and suggestions.
Well enough of that. Disclaimer: I don't own any thing involving the Labyrinth.
What If II The Nightmare
By
Melissa AKA Angle1 ^_^x
Yawning, Sydney stretched and opened her eyes. At first she was a little confused about her surroundings, she did not have black drapes on her bed. Something moved next to her and Sydney held her breath, 'there is someone in bed with me!' she screamed at herself. She lay immobile as she slowly turned her head to see who it was; she was only slightly surprise to see Jareth, who was sleeping like a baby, with one arm draped across her. She let out the breath she was holding; now she remembered, about the dream and all.
Looking at Jareth as he slept she wondered just how was she able to fall asleep last night with him next to her. He was beautiful. He was at peace and relaxed, not a hair was out of place on his head and the strange color of makeup that he always wore around his eyes was still on. Though it had changed color, last night it had been a baby blue, causing his one blue eye to stand out. This morning however it was a fiery combination of red and orange, complemented by the slight reddish tint in his hair.
It was still early morning and the sunlight was barely enough to light up the room. Sydney wondered what they were going to say to each other when Jareth woke, and how strange a feeling it was to wake up looking at this beautiful man. She suddenly felt very embarrassed about coming here, she could have gotten along just fine, she didn't need his comfort. But she wanted it, that was what she was embarrassed about. The fact that she wanted to be here, to stay the night with him, that was what bugged her, even after she found out he was naked no less. She felt regret and shame, why was she enjoying herself, she was a prisoner. Though no matter how may times she told herself this, it just wouldn't get into her head. Finally deciding that it would be best if she just left before Jareth woke, she ever so slowly slid to the side, careful not to disturb him.
She was amazed that she was able to stand out of bed and not get caught. Turning, she stole a look at his lean form in the growing light, the sheets had wrapped tightly around his waist and showed of his perfect upper body, not much in the way of muscles, but just enough to be well defined. Sydney was reminded of old painting and statues they had in the museums she had learned about in school. Artist like Leonardo, Michelangelo, and others, they painted what they thought was the perfect human form. They had nothing as compared to what was laying in the bed in front of her. Silently she tiptoed out of the room and back to her own quarters. This time she got even more bewildered looks from the guards as she past them, Sydney wondered if she should tell them to not to speak a word of seeing her in the Kings room, but she decided that they would normally keep quiet anyway.
She shut the door of her room firmly behind her, and let out a breath that she didn't realize she was holding. She was almost positive that Jareth was going to catch her sneaking out. She sat at her vanity and waited a few minutes just to see if he would appear. She glanced nervously around her room, catching Zeus laying playfully on her unmade bed, watching her. When Jareth didn't show up, she finally allowed her self to relax . When she did, she began to scold herself on her extremely stupid idea of staying with him last night. ' What if he tried something? Am I asking for a reason to hate him!'
Sydney felt lost and even more alone, she needed to talk to someone, but there was no one here for her to talk to. She gazed at her bedraggled reflection in the mirror, and picked up her hairbrush and slowly brushed her hair. She suddenly felt very unattached, disconnected, though she had no reason to. Maybe it was from her separation from Aboveground. She wished she could see someone, her mother, her teachers, anyone. Most of all she wondered about Sarah, how was she? Did she really make it back like Jareth had promised? She suddenly dropped the brush and his her face in her hands, trying to stop the tears. " God I wish I could talk to Sarah, just to see how she's doing."
A sudden lurch in her vanity made her realize that she had just made a wish. Looking up, she was startled to see not her reflection in the mirror, but Sarah's. She was gazing down at her wrist as she was struggling to remove a bracelet. It seemed like the evening there, and Sarah was preparing for bed. Her movements were slow and absentminded.
" Sarah?" she whispered at the vision. Sarah whipped her head up to her mirror.
" Sydney! I can't believe it!" Sarah cried. " Are you all right, how are you, I cant believe he's allowing you to talk to me."
Jareth woke to a pleasurable sensation, not forgetting that Sydney was sharing his bed, he thought that it was she who caused it, he wasn't going to let her get away that easily. Turning he reached for the little spitfire, only to find that she was not there. Snapping his eyes open he sat up and looked around.
She was gone.
Jareth had never been more insulted and disrespected in all his long life. Wondering how that wonderful sensation had came to him, he realized that she must have made a wish. Quickly forming a crystal, he gazed at the image of Sydney sitting at her vanity talking with Sarah.
" So he let your friends go?" He heard Sydney ask.
"Yes, Jareth let Lodo and Sir Didymus continue the protection of his bridge and Hoggle retuned to killing fairies. And he even allows them to come visit me, I guess he was so happy that he got his way, that he went easy on them." Sarah said.
Jareth had seen enough, he hurled the crystal across the room, and ran his hands though his hair, causing it to fall out of place, but after a second it slowly went back in place. 'Sydney why have you done this?' She had left him, she gave herself to him and then left before he could have what was rightfully his. The desire melted away from his eyes and was replaced by a hard look of hatred. Though he promised himself that it would never happen.he lost his temper.
" How does he treat you?" Sarah asked, looking tearfully at Sydney though her mirror.
" He's decent, I mean he's as self-centered as ever, but he's rather nice when he's not trying to trap us in the Labyrinth." Sydney replied, smiling back at Sarah. She was happy to hear that she and Toby had made it back safely. Sarah had been feeling awfully guilty about having forgotten the words, thus Sydney having to stay behind. But Sydney was reassuring her that it wasn't really all that bad. It was too bad when Jareth decided to contradict everything she just said.
" SYDNEY!! "
Jareth's yell rang loud in her head and Sydney covered her ears but that didn't help at all. The whole castle it seemed, shook. Sarah looked positively pale.
"Sydney, what's happening?" She asked when the yell died down.
"I-I don't know, Jareth's never sounded like that.something must be wrong, you better go." And just after she said that, Sarah's image disappeared. Sydney whipped around at the loud crash behind her, Jareth had stormed into her room throwing open her door so violently that it slammed against the stonewall and swung shut again. Sydney was suddenly glad that Sarah couldn't see Jareth now, for she probably would have killed herself for leaving her with Jareth. He was wearing only his black leather pants, he was bare chested and barefoot. His eyes flashed with an evil, cold glare.
************************************************************************ A/N told you it wasn't very long, but no worries, I wont leave you with this cliffhanger. Review please!!
Well enough of that. Disclaimer: I don't own any thing involving the Labyrinth.
What If II The Nightmare
By
Melissa AKA Angle1 ^_^x
Yawning, Sydney stretched and opened her eyes. At first she was a little confused about her surroundings, she did not have black drapes on her bed. Something moved next to her and Sydney held her breath, 'there is someone in bed with me!' she screamed at herself. She lay immobile as she slowly turned her head to see who it was; she was only slightly surprise to see Jareth, who was sleeping like a baby, with one arm draped across her. She let out the breath she was holding; now she remembered, about the dream and all.
Looking at Jareth as he slept she wondered just how was she able to fall asleep last night with him next to her. He was beautiful. He was at peace and relaxed, not a hair was out of place on his head and the strange color of makeup that he always wore around his eyes was still on. Though it had changed color, last night it had been a baby blue, causing his one blue eye to stand out. This morning however it was a fiery combination of red and orange, complemented by the slight reddish tint in his hair.
It was still early morning and the sunlight was barely enough to light up the room. Sydney wondered what they were going to say to each other when Jareth woke, and how strange a feeling it was to wake up looking at this beautiful man. She suddenly felt very embarrassed about coming here, she could have gotten along just fine, she didn't need his comfort. But she wanted it, that was what she was embarrassed about. The fact that she wanted to be here, to stay the night with him, that was what bugged her, even after she found out he was naked no less. She felt regret and shame, why was she enjoying herself, she was a prisoner. Though no matter how may times she told herself this, it just wouldn't get into her head. Finally deciding that it would be best if she just left before Jareth woke, she ever so slowly slid to the side, careful not to disturb him.
She was amazed that she was able to stand out of bed and not get caught. Turning, she stole a look at his lean form in the growing light, the sheets had wrapped tightly around his waist and showed of his perfect upper body, not much in the way of muscles, but just enough to be well defined. Sydney was reminded of old painting and statues they had in the museums she had learned about in school. Artist like Leonardo, Michelangelo, and others, they painted what they thought was the perfect human form. They had nothing as compared to what was laying in the bed in front of her. Silently she tiptoed out of the room and back to her own quarters. This time she got even more bewildered looks from the guards as she past them, Sydney wondered if she should tell them to not to speak a word of seeing her in the Kings room, but she decided that they would normally keep quiet anyway.
She shut the door of her room firmly behind her, and let out a breath that she didn't realize she was holding. She was almost positive that Jareth was going to catch her sneaking out. She sat at her vanity and waited a few minutes just to see if he would appear. She glanced nervously around her room, catching Zeus laying playfully on her unmade bed, watching her. When Jareth didn't show up, she finally allowed her self to relax . When she did, she began to scold herself on her extremely stupid idea of staying with him last night. ' What if he tried something? Am I asking for a reason to hate him!'
Sydney felt lost and even more alone, she needed to talk to someone, but there was no one here for her to talk to. She gazed at her bedraggled reflection in the mirror, and picked up her hairbrush and slowly brushed her hair. She suddenly felt very unattached, disconnected, though she had no reason to. Maybe it was from her separation from Aboveground. She wished she could see someone, her mother, her teachers, anyone. Most of all she wondered about Sarah, how was she? Did she really make it back like Jareth had promised? She suddenly dropped the brush and his her face in her hands, trying to stop the tears. " God I wish I could talk to Sarah, just to see how she's doing."
A sudden lurch in her vanity made her realize that she had just made a wish. Looking up, she was startled to see not her reflection in the mirror, but Sarah's. She was gazing down at her wrist as she was struggling to remove a bracelet. It seemed like the evening there, and Sarah was preparing for bed. Her movements were slow and absentminded.
" Sarah?" she whispered at the vision. Sarah whipped her head up to her mirror.
" Sydney! I can't believe it!" Sarah cried. " Are you all right, how are you, I cant believe he's allowing you to talk to me."
Jareth woke to a pleasurable sensation, not forgetting that Sydney was sharing his bed, he thought that it was she who caused it, he wasn't going to let her get away that easily. Turning he reached for the little spitfire, only to find that she was not there. Snapping his eyes open he sat up and looked around.
She was gone.
Jareth had never been more insulted and disrespected in all his long life. Wondering how that wonderful sensation had came to him, he realized that she must have made a wish. Quickly forming a crystal, he gazed at the image of Sydney sitting at her vanity talking with Sarah.
" So he let your friends go?" He heard Sydney ask.
"Yes, Jareth let Lodo and Sir Didymus continue the protection of his bridge and Hoggle retuned to killing fairies. And he even allows them to come visit me, I guess he was so happy that he got his way, that he went easy on them." Sarah said.
Jareth had seen enough, he hurled the crystal across the room, and ran his hands though his hair, causing it to fall out of place, but after a second it slowly went back in place. 'Sydney why have you done this?' She had left him, she gave herself to him and then left before he could have what was rightfully his. The desire melted away from his eyes and was replaced by a hard look of hatred. Though he promised himself that it would never happen.he lost his temper.
" How does he treat you?" Sarah asked, looking tearfully at Sydney though her mirror.
" He's decent, I mean he's as self-centered as ever, but he's rather nice when he's not trying to trap us in the Labyrinth." Sydney replied, smiling back at Sarah. She was happy to hear that she and Toby had made it back safely. Sarah had been feeling awfully guilty about having forgotten the words, thus Sydney having to stay behind. But Sydney was reassuring her that it wasn't really all that bad. It was too bad when Jareth decided to contradict everything she just said.
" SYDNEY!! "
Jareth's yell rang loud in her head and Sydney covered her ears but that didn't help at all. The whole castle it seemed, shook. Sarah looked positively pale.
"Sydney, what's happening?" She asked when the yell died down.
"I-I don't know, Jareth's never sounded like that.something must be wrong, you better go." And just after she said that, Sarah's image disappeared. Sydney whipped around at the loud crash behind her, Jareth had stormed into her room throwing open her door so violently that it slammed against the stonewall and swung shut again. Sydney was suddenly glad that Sarah couldn't see Jareth now, for she probably would have killed herself for leaving her with Jareth. He was wearing only his black leather pants, he was bare chested and barefoot. His eyes flashed with an evil, cold glare.
************************************************************************ A/N told you it wasn't very long, but no worries, I wont leave you with this cliffhanger. Review please!!