Disclaimer: don't own the Labyrinth, or the characters in the movie. I do however own those I make up myself…
Tiani Lunaris
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Chapter one: Sarah's place
She had awoken to the constant ringing of her alarm clock, and groaned.
"Why can't I sleep just an hour longer?" she groaned as the summer sun shone in through the windows. But she knew she had to get to work in an hour.
She had gotten the position at the theatre, and acted as an assistant director. In other words, she was expected to do everything from changing the light bulbs, to arranging the plays.
Standing inside the shower cabinet she turned on the water, forgetting to watch out for the cold sprays.
"GEEAAAAAHHH!!!!! DAMN THAT'S COLD!!!!" she shrieked as the water poured over her. Frozen she felt the water heating up, and relaxed.
She emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later with her damp hair in a braid, freshly applied make up, and began searching through for something to wear. Halfway pulling her turtleneck over her head she heard a strangely familiar voice clearing his throat.
Slowly Sarah turned around to face the man she hadn't seen since the time she nearly killed him.
(An: a little thing that happened in my second Labby fic… Hasn't been posted, or typed in to my computer…)
Paralysed she forgot to pull the sweater down, and looked at Jareth though the hole for the head, and arms up in the air. She suddenly became aware of how silly she must have looked, and pulled the garment on properly.
"What are you doing here?" Sarah stuttered, unsure of why exactly he had appeared in her bedroom, especially after her nearly killing him with her ignorance.
"You know perfectly well why, Sarah." He drawled in his most regal voice. "Where are they?" he spat at her, taking her dumbfounded expression for an act.
"Where are what?" she asked bewildered.
"Don't play with me. Where are my shoes?"
Sarah blinked. "Your… shoes?!" she was totally in the dark now. Her eyes went down to his feet and saw indeed him being bare foot. The only thing covering them were the white socks, which now had become rather filthy from walking unprotected on the ground.
"I don't have your shoes, Jareth."
"Don't play with me, Sarah. I'm not in the mood." The king was truly frightening while pissed off.
"Honestly!" she shrieked "You can look through my apartment if you like, but I DO NOT have them, Jareth!! By the way: How the hell would I be able to go to the Underground and get them anyway!?!" Sarah was beginning to get pissed at him. In addition, she was going to be late for work.
"Very well…" he straightened himself up even more. "I'll take you up on that offer then." And before Sarah could open her mouth, he had produced a crystal, which grew until it had covered the entire flat. When it had gone through every corner and hidden spaces Sarah herself didn't know of, he was forced to believe her.
Sighing he let the bubble vanish.
"I'm sorry for having bothered you, Sarah. I'll be off now." And he walked over to the full-length mirror. But before he got to walk through it Sarah grabbed his arm.
"Hey wait a minute." She said annoyed. "Thanks to you I'll be late for work. You've got to help me with that, since it is your fault." He turned around and looked at the pissed expression of the dark haired beauty. Sighing he just nodded, created another crystal, and threw it at her.
Before she got to blink, she found herself sitting in her car on the theatre parking lot. Glancing at her wristwatch she saw to her joy that there was still ten minutes left before she had to be there, and walked off to the coffee shop across the street to get some breakfast.
In Sarahs' apartment Jareth was to walk through the mirror as he saw a pair of flip-flops by her bed.
"Sod it," he muttered, "I'm tired of walking around like this…" and slipped on the rather ugly plastic things, before returning home.
Back in the secret lair, dark blue eyes streaked with gold gleamed with humour to see what would happen next…
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Authors note:
There. First chapter done.
I would like it if you could give me some tips and hints on what could be funny, since I am unsure of this being funny at all. My first attempt on a humour fic, and I need help. Unfortunately it fell on the ever so gorgeous Jareth. He has such potentials doesn't he?
Have you guessed who stole his shoes? Don't think you have…
Damn! I've got to get my first Labby fic on the net already. (It's called The death of a fallen Angel. Look out for it.)
Read and review,
As I like to do the same to you…
Tiani Lunaris
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