A/N I'm back.see I wouldn't leave you hanging too long. Ahem. I must give
a BIG thank you to my best friend, Shadow_girl, who has been reading and
reviewing my story ever since it came out. For chastising me when the
chapters got too graphic for the rating, and for rooting me on to continue.
For offering great ideas and somehow figuring out where I got most of mine.
( she has to be a telepathic elf or something I swear.) So because I forgot
to thank you in many of my past chapters, I dedicate this one to you. ^_^
And thank you to my other reviewers, ( haven't forgotten you ether) Alyssa- welcome newcomer, I'm so glad you like it so far.( Did you read the first one?.. sorry I ask all the newbes that. You don't have to if you don't want to, it just helps with the confusion.if there is any) Emer1- first flamer, something tells me that your not going to read this far but I swore to thank all my reviewers. Same goes to Lierr Mortel- second flamer Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth.
What If II The Nightmare
By
Melissa aka Angle
Jareth wasn't done with his insults, " You never loved me, you were just power hungry, just wanted to be Queen."
"That's not true! Who told you that?" Alma cried, as they danced.
" No one, I figured it out for myself -"
"JARETH!!" Came a ear-piercing scream from the top balcony. The music stopped, the dancing stopped, everyone stopped.
Jareth looked above him to see a young woman leaning over the balcony. " Your Majesty, hurry, its Sydney!" Jareth felt his heart stop in his chest, he had forgotten about the pain, forgotten about Sydney. How could he forget her? Without a moments hesitation he disappeared out of Alma's arms and reappeared by Denu. Jareth's world shattered at the sight of Sydney's lifeless body lying on the ground.
"Sydney!" He dropped to his knees next to her. " Back" he demanded to the crowd that was pressing in closer to get a better look. " What happened?" he asked in a hard voice as he gently slapped Sydney on the face to wake her. It didn't.
Denu was in tears, and was almost too distraught to speak. "She fainted. I left her but a moment. she was pale as the moon. and breathing strange.listen she still is."
Everyone was silent as they listened, Sydney was still gasping for breath.
" It's that dress that's done that." Said a older man in front of the group. " Mortals. one thing goes wrong with them and everything goes wrong."
Jareth was horrified, Sydney's words earlier that night flashed in his head. I hope you die of suffocation Jareth. " No" Jareth whispered to himself, she would not die. Not here like this, not ever. Jareth scoped Sydney's limp body in his arms and disappeared. Much to the displeasure of most of the crowed, who wanted to see how it would turn out.
Jareth reappeared in Sydney's room and gently put her down on her bed and instead of using his power to remove the dress, he turned her around and took a firm hold of the laces and ripped them loose from the dress. Sydney took her first deep gasp for air, and then another. Jareth turned her back on her back and ran his hand across her forehead, and watched as the color returned to her face, but she did not wake up.
"Sydney.Sydney please open your eyes. Let me know you're alright.don't do this to me." He begged, picking her limp body in his arms once more, and gently rocked back and forth. The only sound in the room, was Sydney's heavy breathing. Suddenly Jareth felt something in Sydney's hair, something warm and strange. Even with his gloves on he could feel it. He gently laid her back down on the bed and pulled his hand away from her head and gasped audibly at the sight of blood on his hand.
Bleeding, his Sydney was bleeding. A woman bleeding meant ether life or it meant death. This was not the blood of life; Jareth knew that Sydney was not an immortal like he was; he knew that she could die here, like his mother had died. And for the first time, Jareth's mind went blank, he didn't know what to do. He could only stare at the blood on his hand.
"J-Jareth?" Sydney whimpered.
Snapping violently out of his stupor, he griped Sydney gently by the shoulders. "Sydney I'm right here, don't be afraid, open your eyes." His voice cracked when he saw no reaction from her. 'Jareth DO something!!' he screamed at himself. Breathing deep he calmed himself long enough that he realized that he could heal her with his power.
Feeling incredible stupid for not realizing it before, he cursed himself for panicking. But when he tried to reach her with his power he felt nothing, as if she wasn't there, as if she was dead. Jareth felt the cold fingers of panic wrap around his throat, preventing him from thinking straight. Sydney wasn't gone she was right here in front of him. She wasn't dead, she was breathing and moving slightly. It took him a second to realize that the cold fingers of panic running down his face was actually warm tears. He was crying. Jareth scooped Sydney in his arms and buried his face in her hair. Sydney was gone, dead to him, he couldn't hear her thoughts, couldn't feel her pain, or her presence.
But she wasn't gone, not really. Jareth didn't know much about the heath of mortals, but his goblins were mortals. They lived extremely long lives but were mortal all the same, they would know how to help his beloved Sydney. He gently put Sydney back on the bed and stumbled over to the door and threw it open.
"n-NIKKO!" he called. Half a second later the young goblin bounded up the steps.
"Master, I didn't expect you home so-" She paused, horrified by her pale looking master and the blood covering his hand. " Master?" she said in a hushed whisper.
" Nikko bring the goblin healer, Sydney is hurt." He said struggling to keep his voice calm, though inside he was sobbing. Nikko didn't ask any questions, instead she literally disappeared as she ran straight out of the castle and into the city as fast as she could move.
Jareth had barely made it back to the bed when Nikko returned with the healer. He was a larger goblin, looking more like the size of a dwarf. Incredibly intelligent and nimble, he was one of the best healers around. And the only one Jareth would allow near Sydney. He worked swiftly and silently; closing the bleeding wound on the back of her head, and wrapped a bandage around her head to prevent any infection. Though Jareth could no longer "feel" Sydney, he was still able to use his power to remove the cursed dress and replace it with a long sleeved nightgown the reached her feet, and was made of the softest material Jareth could fathom, She almost immediately started to breath normal. He then replace the blood stained sheets with sheets made of the same material.
" Has the girl been attacked?" the healer asked when everything had calmed down and he was preparing to leave. Jareth who was sitting on the bed with Sydney, holding her hand, looked up at him.
"Attacked?" Jareth's eyes glowed in furry, may the gods have mercy on the fool's soul should if he ever find out his Love was attacked.
" Yes, to cause the wound, was she attacked?" the healer repeated.
"No." Jareth forced himself to calm his rage. " No she fainted, I suppose no one caught her and she hit the ground." Jareth suddenly wanted to throw each and every one of them into an oubliette. How dare they sit and stare when they could see that Sydney was suffering. Again he calmed himself, griping tighter to Sydney's hand.
" I see." Was all that the healer said. He hoped off the bed and walked over to the side that Jareth was sitting on. " Does his Majesty have any questions?"
"Yes, Why won't she wake up?" Jareth again had to swallow his anger and fear as he looked at Sydney sleeping form.
" I'm not sure, of course she hit her head pretty hard. I have a feeling she's not going to wake up for a while. Then again she could wake up in the next five minutes or five hours, or five days. At any moment really, it's up to her when she wants to wake." With a nod from Jareth, the healer left, escorted by a weeping Nikko.
Jareth sighed, Sydney could fight all she wanted, but she couldn't wake up until her body told her to. " Sydney?" he brushed away a strand of hair from her face. " Sydney.I don't know if you can hear me.but I don't care." Jareth paused, fighting the lump in his throat. " I love you,. seems useless doesn't it. To tell you this now, when you may not be able to hear me. But I swear Sydney, if.when you wake up I'll tell you I love you everyday. So you have to wake up, you have to come back, I can't stand this feeling of being alone. I can't feel you.I don't know if it's from hitting your head or if something else is to blame. But whatever it is I'll fight it, we'll fight it and you'll finally be happy here with me. Just don't leave me like this, it's selfish of me to say, but I hate feeling helpless, I hate waiting.I'm sorry for hurting you yesterday morning, and I know that you have yet to forgive me, and I understand if you never want to. But I'll love you anyway, and always. "
He paused again to allow a choked sob to escape him, and he again held Sydney in his arms as he cried. ' I swear on my life, nothing will harm you again' Jareth stayed by her side for hours, before Nikko came in and insisted that he get some sleep regardless if he needed it or not. Jareth reluctantly complied, only after Nikko promised to wake him if anything changed.
Nikko settled down on the foot of the bed and out of thin air brought out a pair of knitting needles and started to knit. Satisfied that Sydney would be well watched, Jareth finally left for his own quarters.
As soon as he left the tiny red dream slipped past Nikko's defenses and entered Sydney's trapped mind.
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A/N * Suspenseful music* Oh no, Sydney's in a coma and she cant wake up.this is not good. But lest give Jareth a pat on the back for showing us that he can freak just like any other human., and showing us just how deep his emotions go. Please review and tell me if it was a good job or not * please say it was good* well gotta go now bye ^_^x Lots of love to my reviewers.
And thank you to my other reviewers, ( haven't forgotten you ether) Alyssa- welcome newcomer, I'm so glad you like it so far.( Did you read the first one?.. sorry I ask all the newbes that. You don't have to if you don't want to, it just helps with the confusion.if there is any) Emer1- first flamer, something tells me that your not going to read this far but I swore to thank all my reviewers. Same goes to Lierr Mortel- second flamer Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth.
What If II The Nightmare
By
Melissa aka Angle
Jareth wasn't done with his insults, " You never loved me, you were just power hungry, just wanted to be Queen."
"That's not true! Who told you that?" Alma cried, as they danced.
" No one, I figured it out for myself -"
"JARETH!!" Came a ear-piercing scream from the top balcony. The music stopped, the dancing stopped, everyone stopped.
Jareth looked above him to see a young woman leaning over the balcony. " Your Majesty, hurry, its Sydney!" Jareth felt his heart stop in his chest, he had forgotten about the pain, forgotten about Sydney. How could he forget her? Without a moments hesitation he disappeared out of Alma's arms and reappeared by Denu. Jareth's world shattered at the sight of Sydney's lifeless body lying on the ground.
"Sydney!" He dropped to his knees next to her. " Back" he demanded to the crowd that was pressing in closer to get a better look. " What happened?" he asked in a hard voice as he gently slapped Sydney on the face to wake her. It didn't.
Denu was in tears, and was almost too distraught to speak. "She fainted. I left her but a moment. she was pale as the moon. and breathing strange.listen she still is."
Everyone was silent as they listened, Sydney was still gasping for breath.
" It's that dress that's done that." Said a older man in front of the group. " Mortals. one thing goes wrong with them and everything goes wrong."
Jareth was horrified, Sydney's words earlier that night flashed in his head. I hope you die of suffocation Jareth. " No" Jareth whispered to himself, she would not die. Not here like this, not ever. Jareth scoped Sydney's limp body in his arms and disappeared. Much to the displeasure of most of the crowed, who wanted to see how it would turn out.
Jareth reappeared in Sydney's room and gently put her down on her bed and instead of using his power to remove the dress, he turned her around and took a firm hold of the laces and ripped them loose from the dress. Sydney took her first deep gasp for air, and then another. Jareth turned her back on her back and ran his hand across her forehead, and watched as the color returned to her face, but she did not wake up.
"Sydney.Sydney please open your eyes. Let me know you're alright.don't do this to me." He begged, picking her limp body in his arms once more, and gently rocked back and forth. The only sound in the room, was Sydney's heavy breathing. Suddenly Jareth felt something in Sydney's hair, something warm and strange. Even with his gloves on he could feel it. He gently laid her back down on the bed and pulled his hand away from her head and gasped audibly at the sight of blood on his hand.
Bleeding, his Sydney was bleeding. A woman bleeding meant ether life or it meant death. This was not the blood of life; Jareth knew that Sydney was not an immortal like he was; he knew that she could die here, like his mother had died. And for the first time, Jareth's mind went blank, he didn't know what to do. He could only stare at the blood on his hand.
"J-Jareth?" Sydney whimpered.
Snapping violently out of his stupor, he griped Sydney gently by the shoulders. "Sydney I'm right here, don't be afraid, open your eyes." His voice cracked when he saw no reaction from her. 'Jareth DO something!!' he screamed at himself. Breathing deep he calmed himself long enough that he realized that he could heal her with his power.
Feeling incredible stupid for not realizing it before, he cursed himself for panicking. But when he tried to reach her with his power he felt nothing, as if she wasn't there, as if she was dead. Jareth felt the cold fingers of panic wrap around his throat, preventing him from thinking straight. Sydney wasn't gone she was right here in front of him. She wasn't dead, she was breathing and moving slightly. It took him a second to realize that the cold fingers of panic running down his face was actually warm tears. He was crying. Jareth scooped Sydney in his arms and buried his face in her hair. Sydney was gone, dead to him, he couldn't hear her thoughts, couldn't feel her pain, or her presence.
But she wasn't gone, not really. Jareth didn't know much about the heath of mortals, but his goblins were mortals. They lived extremely long lives but were mortal all the same, they would know how to help his beloved Sydney. He gently put Sydney back on the bed and stumbled over to the door and threw it open.
"n-NIKKO!" he called. Half a second later the young goblin bounded up the steps.
"Master, I didn't expect you home so-" She paused, horrified by her pale looking master and the blood covering his hand. " Master?" she said in a hushed whisper.
" Nikko bring the goblin healer, Sydney is hurt." He said struggling to keep his voice calm, though inside he was sobbing. Nikko didn't ask any questions, instead she literally disappeared as she ran straight out of the castle and into the city as fast as she could move.
Jareth had barely made it back to the bed when Nikko returned with the healer. He was a larger goblin, looking more like the size of a dwarf. Incredibly intelligent and nimble, he was one of the best healers around. And the only one Jareth would allow near Sydney. He worked swiftly and silently; closing the bleeding wound on the back of her head, and wrapped a bandage around her head to prevent any infection. Though Jareth could no longer "feel" Sydney, he was still able to use his power to remove the cursed dress and replace it with a long sleeved nightgown the reached her feet, and was made of the softest material Jareth could fathom, She almost immediately started to breath normal. He then replace the blood stained sheets with sheets made of the same material.
" Has the girl been attacked?" the healer asked when everything had calmed down and he was preparing to leave. Jareth who was sitting on the bed with Sydney, holding her hand, looked up at him.
"Attacked?" Jareth's eyes glowed in furry, may the gods have mercy on the fool's soul should if he ever find out his Love was attacked.
" Yes, to cause the wound, was she attacked?" the healer repeated.
"No." Jareth forced himself to calm his rage. " No she fainted, I suppose no one caught her and she hit the ground." Jareth suddenly wanted to throw each and every one of them into an oubliette. How dare they sit and stare when they could see that Sydney was suffering. Again he calmed himself, griping tighter to Sydney's hand.
" I see." Was all that the healer said. He hoped off the bed and walked over to the side that Jareth was sitting on. " Does his Majesty have any questions?"
"Yes, Why won't she wake up?" Jareth again had to swallow his anger and fear as he looked at Sydney sleeping form.
" I'm not sure, of course she hit her head pretty hard. I have a feeling she's not going to wake up for a while. Then again she could wake up in the next five minutes or five hours, or five days. At any moment really, it's up to her when she wants to wake." With a nod from Jareth, the healer left, escorted by a weeping Nikko.
Jareth sighed, Sydney could fight all she wanted, but she couldn't wake up until her body told her to. " Sydney?" he brushed away a strand of hair from her face. " Sydney.I don't know if you can hear me.but I don't care." Jareth paused, fighting the lump in his throat. " I love you,. seems useless doesn't it. To tell you this now, when you may not be able to hear me. But I swear Sydney, if.when you wake up I'll tell you I love you everyday. So you have to wake up, you have to come back, I can't stand this feeling of being alone. I can't feel you.I don't know if it's from hitting your head or if something else is to blame. But whatever it is I'll fight it, we'll fight it and you'll finally be happy here with me. Just don't leave me like this, it's selfish of me to say, but I hate feeling helpless, I hate waiting.I'm sorry for hurting you yesterday morning, and I know that you have yet to forgive me, and I understand if you never want to. But I'll love you anyway, and always. "
He paused again to allow a choked sob to escape him, and he again held Sydney in his arms as he cried. ' I swear on my life, nothing will harm you again' Jareth stayed by her side for hours, before Nikko came in and insisted that he get some sleep regardless if he needed it or not. Jareth reluctantly complied, only after Nikko promised to wake him if anything changed.
Nikko settled down on the foot of the bed and out of thin air brought out a pair of knitting needles and started to knit. Satisfied that Sydney would be well watched, Jareth finally left for his own quarters.
As soon as he left the tiny red dream slipped past Nikko's defenses and entered Sydney's trapped mind.
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A/N * Suspenseful music* Oh no, Sydney's in a coma and she cant wake up.this is not good. But lest give Jareth a pat on the back for showing us that he can freak just like any other human., and showing us just how deep his emotions go. Please review and tell me if it was a good job or not * please say it was good* well gotta go now bye ^_^x Lots of love to my reviewers.