A/N * ducks flying objects* Hi guys, sorry this chapter is a bit small, but
hey it's a chapter right. And I have the next one almost finished so it
won't take me long to update. Bless you, my reviewers, who keep up my
spirits and motivate me to continue this hobby of typing.
Disclaimer: I do not own the labyrinth, if I did the movie would have turned out different.
What If II The Nightmare
By
Melissa aka Angle
Sydney sat at her vanity gazing at her reflection, she had taken a bath had dried and had brushed and carefully pined up her hair. Ready or not, she was going to this dance. Now she was sitting at her vanity, still in her robe. Nikko had told her to not dress in anything, for Jareth was going to bring her clothes. She didn't have to wait long before she heard Jareth knock on the door.
" Come in" she called standing out of her chair. Jareth walked in.dramatically, he threw open the door and a small gust of wind kicked up his cape, which was extremely lighter than his usually ones. A shower of glitter completed the effect. Sydney looked at him. He was wearing the exact same thing when she first saw him at Sarah's house. The entrance, wind, and glitter, helped.
"Déjà vu" she said as she gazes at his all black, all leather clothes.
" There's that word again, what does it mean?" He asked, though he sounded as if he didn't care, he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
" Um, just that a feeling of reliving the same moment over again," she said much to distracted by him to really care what she said. His hair held no tint in it, instead it was a shocking platinum blonde and he had a deep blue makeup around his eyes. His talisman was no longer peeking out from his clothes but now sitting out in the open.
"I see," Was all Jareth said as he held out his arms and a black dress appeared in them. Sydney took one look at the dress and relaxed that it was what she would be wearing.
" Say what! Oh come on Jareth, you don't expect me to where that thing do you?" Sydney said putting her hands on her hips. Dance or not, she'd rather go in Aboveground clothes than jump in a deforming dress.
" I most certainly do." Jareth said never wavering from his ' I could care less look.'
"No" she argued
" Sydney it's just for one night." He argued back.
"I don't care, do you know what dresses like that do to people?"
"Yes, it makes them look beautiful." Jareth countered, a large smile showing.
Sidney faltered for a second then regained her composure, "No"
" Sydney," the first hint of a warning sounded in his voice. " If you don't put this dress on, then I'll put it on for you."
" Fine" 'what!! Sydney put the damn dress on gezz' but it was too late for her to change her mind, cause half a second later the dress was on her. " Jareth!!"
"You said fine, now turn around." He said stepping up to her.
"What I don't understand-" Sydney started but was interrupted when Jareth grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, and placed a gloved hand on the center of her bare back. She shivered as his touch, feeling like he was burning his handprint into her, but wondered why her back was bare.
" Breath out." Jareth said. And when she did, he jerked at the dress tightening it.
"What are you doing?" she gasped. A look in the nearby mirror told her that he was lacing up her corset. After a few more tugs he placed his hand on her back again.
" Again" he said
"What" And just as she said that, he jerked the laces again. Sydney placed her hands on her stomach to feel how agonizingly tight the dress was, visioning her ribs squeezing in, puncturing holes her lungs and forcing her internal organs out of place. She sucked her stomach in to try and get a little more comfortable, but just when she did Jareth tightened the dress even more.
" You've done this before, I was just about to ask you to do that." He said as he laced up higher.
" No, you constricting snake." Her voice came out soft from the lack of air. " I hope you die of suffocation one day Jareth." Jareth only laughed. Finally, after a few more jerks and tugs, he had the dress laced all the way to the top, covering her bare back. He stepped back to admire his work.
Sydney turned to the mirror to get her first good look at the dress. It was all the blackest of black, with silver accents here and there. The body of the dress was made of the softest leather. The leather part looked like a swimsuit with sleeves. Where the 'swimsuit' part ended at her legs the black fabric began, flaring out and almost hitting the floor. The sleeves went all the way down her arms and ended at points at her hands. She looked like a match to what Jareth was wearing, with her high pointed collar and all black leather.
"Ha! Look cleavage" she said as she looked down at her chest and blushed when she realized that she had said it out loud.
Jareth laughed and placed a bundle of things on her vanity and turned to her holding up a pair of black shoes she knew she wasn't going to be able to dance in, all straps, hardly anything else. Without a word he kneeled down and laced up the shoes for her. Then he picked up a cape, it was light, and exactly matching his. He fastened it low on her shoulders and slipped the corner hoops on her middle fingers. So that every time she raised her hand she raised the cape as well.
" This is too much," Sydney said to herself as she tried to walk around in her new shoes.
" Not yet, " Jareth said bringer her back. " This is very important." He held up what looked like to be a half-inch black leather choker with a sharp pointed, inverted gold crescent moon on it, a match to Jareth talisman. " This is so every one will know you belong to me, and they will not try and approach you unless for conversation." He said sternly and he put in on her. " and last but not least, because this is a masquerade ball," he turned and held up a mask. Just like a Victorian mask, it stopped at the nose and had very wide holes for the eyes. It was all black with a large array of black feathers gracing the corner and sweeping along her hair, as Jareth tied it on. Then suddenly he took it off again.
"This one night, your going to where your hair down," and before she could say anything Jareth magically made all the pins disappear and her hair cascaded down to her shoulders, then he tied the mask on. " Their, finished...you look beautiful." He whispered in her ear as her turned her to face the mirror.
Sydney looked at her reflection not really believing that it was really her. But she knew that if the others at the dance where going to look anything like Jareth and Alma, then dress or not she was still going to stand out like a black eye. " I guess so." She said halfheartedly.
Jareth tied on his own mask that was also black but in the face of what else, a goblin. When he heard the slight despair in her words her turned and faced her. " Sydney" he said sternly, " You are beautiful to me, dress or no, and that's all that matters, they don't matter, what they think of you doesn't matter. I just want you to get use to our ways and maybe make some new friends. I know you're very lonely here, and I'm not much of a conversional companion. There are nice people here," he paused and smiled which looked very strange with his mask on, " You just have to find them."
Sydney was moved by his words, but they did little to help her nervousness, she only nodded.
" You're a clever girl Love, and I know you'll do just fine." He took one last look at both of then in her mirror and wrapped an arm around her. " Are you ready?" he asked, looking down at her.
"No," Sydney said. Jareth laughed and in a blink they both disappeared, and reappeared in a completely different place
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A/N You know, I do believe that Jareth gave her that dress to make her like him again. Do you agree? Even thought it was a dress that she didn't like, I mean what kind of person doesn't like to receive new clothes .
Anyway, I still have yet to come up with a permanent name for my new kitten, Kenshin may or may not be it, but if you send me a name that fits I'll use it. Well, I'll see you all later, and please review.
^_^x
Disclaimer: I do not own the labyrinth, if I did the movie would have turned out different.
What If II The Nightmare
By
Melissa aka Angle
Sydney sat at her vanity gazing at her reflection, she had taken a bath had dried and had brushed and carefully pined up her hair. Ready or not, she was going to this dance. Now she was sitting at her vanity, still in her robe. Nikko had told her to not dress in anything, for Jareth was going to bring her clothes. She didn't have to wait long before she heard Jareth knock on the door.
" Come in" she called standing out of her chair. Jareth walked in.dramatically, he threw open the door and a small gust of wind kicked up his cape, which was extremely lighter than his usually ones. A shower of glitter completed the effect. Sydney looked at him. He was wearing the exact same thing when she first saw him at Sarah's house. The entrance, wind, and glitter, helped.
"Déjà vu" she said as she gazes at his all black, all leather clothes.
" There's that word again, what does it mean?" He asked, though he sounded as if he didn't care, he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
" Um, just that a feeling of reliving the same moment over again," she said much to distracted by him to really care what she said. His hair held no tint in it, instead it was a shocking platinum blonde and he had a deep blue makeup around his eyes. His talisman was no longer peeking out from his clothes but now sitting out in the open.
"I see," Was all Jareth said as he held out his arms and a black dress appeared in them. Sydney took one look at the dress and relaxed that it was what she would be wearing.
" Say what! Oh come on Jareth, you don't expect me to where that thing do you?" Sydney said putting her hands on her hips. Dance or not, she'd rather go in Aboveground clothes than jump in a deforming dress.
" I most certainly do." Jareth said never wavering from his ' I could care less look.'
"No" she argued
" Sydney it's just for one night." He argued back.
"I don't care, do you know what dresses like that do to people?"
"Yes, it makes them look beautiful." Jareth countered, a large smile showing.
Sidney faltered for a second then regained her composure, "No"
" Sydney," the first hint of a warning sounded in his voice. " If you don't put this dress on, then I'll put it on for you."
" Fine" 'what!! Sydney put the damn dress on gezz' but it was too late for her to change her mind, cause half a second later the dress was on her. " Jareth!!"
"You said fine, now turn around." He said stepping up to her.
"What I don't understand-" Sydney started but was interrupted when Jareth grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, and placed a gloved hand on the center of her bare back. She shivered as his touch, feeling like he was burning his handprint into her, but wondered why her back was bare.
" Breath out." Jareth said. And when she did, he jerked at the dress tightening it.
"What are you doing?" she gasped. A look in the nearby mirror told her that he was lacing up her corset. After a few more tugs he placed his hand on her back again.
" Again" he said
"What" And just as she said that, he jerked the laces again. Sydney placed her hands on her stomach to feel how agonizingly tight the dress was, visioning her ribs squeezing in, puncturing holes her lungs and forcing her internal organs out of place. She sucked her stomach in to try and get a little more comfortable, but just when she did Jareth tightened the dress even more.
" You've done this before, I was just about to ask you to do that." He said as he laced up higher.
" No, you constricting snake." Her voice came out soft from the lack of air. " I hope you die of suffocation one day Jareth." Jareth only laughed. Finally, after a few more jerks and tugs, he had the dress laced all the way to the top, covering her bare back. He stepped back to admire his work.
Sydney turned to the mirror to get her first good look at the dress. It was all the blackest of black, with silver accents here and there. The body of the dress was made of the softest leather. The leather part looked like a swimsuit with sleeves. Where the 'swimsuit' part ended at her legs the black fabric began, flaring out and almost hitting the floor. The sleeves went all the way down her arms and ended at points at her hands. She looked like a match to what Jareth was wearing, with her high pointed collar and all black leather.
"Ha! Look cleavage" she said as she looked down at her chest and blushed when she realized that she had said it out loud.
Jareth laughed and placed a bundle of things on her vanity and turned to her holding up a pair of black shoes she knew she wasn't going to be able to dance in, all straps, hardly anything else. Without a word he kneeled down and laced up the shoes for her. Then he picked up a cape, it was light, and exactly matching his. He fastened it low on her shoulders and slipped the corner hoops on her middle fingers. So that every time she raised her hand she raised the cape as well.
" This is too much," Sydney said to herself as she tried to walk around in her new shoes.
" Not yet, " Jareth said bringer her back. " This is very important." He held up what looked like to be a half-inch black leather choker with a sharp pointed, inverted gold crescent moon on it, a match to Jareth talisman. " This is so every one will know you belong to me, and they will not try and approach you unless for conversation." He said sternly and he put in on her. " and last but not least, because this is a masquerade ball," he turned and held up a mask. Just like a Victorian mask, it stopped at the nose and had very wide holes for the eyes. It was all black with a large array of black feathers gracing the corner and sweeping along her hair, as Jareth tied it on. Then suddenly he took it off again.
"This one night, your going to where your hair down," and before she could say anything Jareth magically made all the pins disappear and her hair cascaded down to her shoulders, then he tied the mask on. " Their, finished...you look beautiful." He whispered in her ear as her turned her to face the mirror.
Sydney looked at her reflection not really believing that it was really her. But she knew that if the others at the dance where going to look anything like Jareth and Alma, then dress or not she was still going to stand out like a black eye. " I guess so." She said halfheartedly.
Jareth tied on his own mask that was also black but in the face of what else, a goblin. When he heard the slight despair in her words her turned and faced her. " Sydney" he said sternly, " You are beautiful to me, dress or no, and that's all that matters, they don't matter, what they think of you doesn't matter. I just want you to get use to our ways and maybe make some new friends. I know you're very lonely here, and I'm not much of a conversional companion. There are nice people here," he paused and smiled which looked very strange with his mask on, " You just have to find them."
Sydney was moved by his words, but they did little to help her nervousness, she only nodded.
" You're a clever girl Love, and I know you'll do just fine." He took one last look at both of then in her mirror and wrapped an arm around her. " Are you ready?" he asked, looking down at her.
"No," Sydney said. Jareth laughed and in a blink they both disappeared, and reappeared in a completely different place
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A/N You know, I do believe that Jareth gave her that dress to make her like him again. Do you agree? Even thought it was a dress that she didn't like, I mean what kind of person doesn't like to receive new clothes .
Anyway, I still have yet to come up with a permanent name for my new kitten, Kenshin may or may not be it, but if you send me a name that fits I'll use it. Well, I'll see you all later, and please review.
^_^x