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the movie Labyrinth should get their damn head checked! On with the show.
Chapter 7
Jareth was in his study, away from the noise of the goblins to try and get some work done. He had not looked in on Sarah in the past few hours, thinking she was perhaps still sleeping. Besides, he didn't really like to spy on her, but he couldn't go to her unless she wished it, or at least said his name aloud. He knew neither of thee things was likely to ever happen so had accepted that if he wanted to see her at all it would have to be through his crystals. Even in owl form he couldn't get close enough to her house to see her, and there was always the chance that she would spot the owl and recognise him.
Jareth was just finishing off his papers, signing the last one infact, when he heard his name.
"I love you Jareth."
Jareth looked up and away from his papers at the sound.
"No, it couldn't be. Why would she?" Jareth asked aloud.
He quickly summoned a crystal to try and see why she would be calling to him. What he saw though greatly disturbed him.
"Sarah!" he whispered urgently before vanishing in a cloud of glitter and smoke.
*Aboveground*
Sarah was drifting into unconsciousness when she heard her name being spoken.
"Sarah," he said sadly, "what have you done?"
Sarah tried to move her head and open her eyes to see who it was, her mind not working fast enough through the haze of pain burning in her wrists.
"Don't move love," he said gently.
Sarah was on the verge of passing out, but was struggling to keep from doing so. She wanted to know who was there with her. Who had found her. She decided to at least try and speak, see if they would tell her who it was.
"Wh-who's there?" she asked her voice cracking as she spoke.
"Sarah, it's me, Jareth."
"Jareth?" she asked in shock.
"Don't talk love, and lie back."
Sarah was still trying to open her eyes without success, when she finally passed out, not able to stay awake in her weakened state.
Jareth looked at her prone form lying on her bed, blood still flowing from her wrists, he breath shallow and skin sickly white. Sighing he scooped her up in his arms and transported them both back to his castle. He just hoped she didn't react too poorly at being there when she awoke.
A/N: I know this is really short, but more is coming. I normally try and write a chap a night. Thanks for all the reviews. I know I nag about 'em but I'm just not used to people liking what I've written. So thanks again everyone. RW
Chapter 7
Jareth was in his study, away from the noise of the goblins to try and get some work done. He had not looked in on Sarah in the past few hours, thinking she was perhaps still sleeping. Besides, he didn't really like to spy on her, but he couldn't go to her unless she wished it, or at least said his name aloud. He knew neither of thee things was likely to ever happen so had accepted that if he wanted to see her at all it would have to be through his crystals. Even in owl form he couldn't get close enough to her house to see her, and there was always the chance that she would spot the owl and recognise him.
Jareth was just finishing off his papers, signing the last one infact, when he heard his name.
"I love you Jareth."
Jareth looked up and away from his papers at the sound.
"No, it couldn't be. Why would she?" Jareth asked aloud.
He quickly summoned a crystal to try and see why she would be calling to him. What he saw though greatly disturbed him.
"Sarah!" he whispered urgently before vanishing in a cloud of glitter and smoke.
*Aboveground*
Sarah was drifting into unconsciousness when she heard her name being spoken.
"Sarah," he said sadly, "what have you done?"
Sarah tried to move her head and open her eyes to see who it was, her mind not working fast enough through the haze of pain burning in her wrists.
"Don't move love," he said gently.
Sarah was on the verge of passing out, but was struggling to keep from doing so. She wanted to know who was there with her. Who had found her. She decided to at least try and speak, see if they would tell her who it was.
"Wh-who's there?" she asked her voice cracking as she spoke.
"Sarah, it's me, Jareth."
"Jareth?" she asked in shock.
"Don't talk love, and lie back."
Sarah was still trying to open her eyes without success, when she finally passed out, not able to stay awake in her weakened state.
Jareth looked at her prone form lying on her bed, blood still flowing from her wrists, he breath shallow and skin sickly white. Sighing he scooped her up in his arms and transported them both back to his castle. He just hoped she didn't react too poorly at being there when she awoke.
A/N: I know this is really short, but more is coming. I normally try and write a chap a night. Thanks for all the reviews. I know I nag about 'em but I'm just not used to people liking what I've written. So thanks again everyone. RW