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I do not own Labyrinth, yadda yadda yadda. You know it all. Tell me, does
anyone even read this stuff???
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shadow drifted across Sarah's sleeping face. Jareth moved out of his owl form
into his own body, when he reached his full height he watched her eyes flit
beneath her eyelids. He flicked his wrist and a crystal appeared in his hand.
Jareth kissed the crystal and he set it next to her head before disappearing
from the room.
That morning Sarah woke up to see a clear crystal ball lying at her side. She
smiled, her father was always so sweet. She eagerly grabbed it and she rushed
down the stairs to the kitchen. She opened the door to see her parents sitting
at the kitchen table. Toby was reading the newspaper and Malya was busily
serving breakfast.
"Good morning," Sarah said, leaning over to kiss Toby's cheek. She
gave her mother a hug and over his wife's shoulder, Toby noticed the crystal
Sarah still held.
"What's that?" he asked. Sarah looked surprised at the question.
"I don't now. I found it on my pillow this morning. I thought one of you
gave it to me." Her parents exchanged looks over her head.
"I didn't. Did you Tob?" Malya asked. Toby shook his head.
"Hmm…maybe you have a secret admirer, Sarah." Sarah smiled shyly, and
continued to sort of twist the ball in her hands. Toby frowned, he knew he had
seen a ball just like that once, he just couldn't remember where. Though he did
have a vague memory of a blonde man holding one. Though most strongly, he
remembered pair of mismatched blue eyes. He shrugged lightly and went back to
his breakfast.
"So what are you going to do for your eighteenth birthday?" Toby
asked, looking up from his eggs.
"Well I was supposed to go out with my friends, but they all got grounded.
So I'll just stay here. Read." Stare fascinated at the crystal, she
thought.
"Well I'm going to work now," Toby said, getting up from the table.
Sarah quickly finished her breakfast and she hurried back up the stairs. She
flopped back on the bed and she looked at the crystal in wonder. "Where
did you come from?" she wondered.
Jareth watched her through another crystal, watching her gaze at his present.
He grinned and he let the crystal pop. He got off his throne and he stalked out
to his room.
That night, Sarah sat at her desk, trying to sketch the face of the guy in her
dream. For some reason, the only thing she could get right was his eyes. The
beautiful mismatched eyes. She sighed, her parents were already out to dinner
to celebrate their nineteenth anniversary. She sighed again.
"Oh now, surely nothing constitutes such a heavy sigh," came a silky
British voice.
Sarah whirled around to see a tall blonde man with silky blonde hair, wearing a
white poet's shirt with tight pants standing behind her. Completing the outfit
was a long flowing cape. Sarah let her eyes roam all over him, he looked so
familiar. She looked up into his eyes, noting their different colors and she
gasped.
"You're him! The man from my dreams," she cried. He looked startled.
Sarah picked up the red book and she held it close, seeking its comfort, along
with the crystal. "Who are you?"
"You know very well who I am Sarah," he said, nodding at the book.
Sarah gasped again.
"You're the Goblin King!" Jareth stepped closer. "But, I haven't
wished anyone away."
He smiled. "How do you like my gift?" he asked, stepping closer
still. Sarah looked at the crystal in surprise.
"You gave me this?" she asked in surprise. "I can't keep it. My
aunt told me about you.
"She would," Jareth muttered. Then he looked back at Sarah.
"It's a birthday present." He smiled at Sarah, she blushed to her
surprise.
"Why are you here Jareth?" she asked.
"I've come with a proposition," Jareth said.
