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Author's note- Ok, first things first.... I'd like to thank the reviewers for sticking with me and always inspiring me to write more! YOU GUYS ROCK MY SOCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!! And now, back to your regularly schedualed fanfiction....
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Thoughts of that recent fateful night filled the chestnut-haired angel as she stood atop a balcony, her hands resting on the cool stone rail as she gazed out at the vast labyrinth, mesmorized by the beauty she had failed to reconize her first time around.
Her eyes closed and she thought of the way Jareth had offered her dreams so long ago. She recognized the hurt on his face now, looking back on it, though she didn't notice it before.
"He offered it all to me... everything..." she whispered to herself, letting the cool breeze of the night whip through her hair.
"But I turned it down for Toby."
She opened her eyes and leaned over. She rest her elbow on the rail and her head in her hand.
"I wonder how Toby is doing now..."
"He's fine." said a recognizable british accented voice, with an air of disconcern.
Sarah rose to her full height and looked at him.
Dressed in a black poet's shirt and grey tights with black riding boots, he sat on the rail where it met the wall, leaning up against it respectively.
In his hand was a crystal, showing the image of the now much older Toby- a handsome young man, with blonde hair and those striking blue eyes.
"I still say he's got my eyes..." Jareth mocked, with a cruel chuckle.
"He does not. The difference is, you see, his are gorgeous."
"And you call me cruel, Sarah." he replied in icy sarcasm.
Sarah smirked, and swung her leg up, putting her foot onto the rail, and she brought her other foot up soon after.
Slowly standing, she looked out at the labyrinth for a moment, before turning to Jareth quickly, nearly slipping, though she caught herself.
Jareth didn't even flinch, so she tilted her head slightly as she watched the sexy grin of the Goblin King.
"Would you catch me, Jareth?" she asked softly.
"What?"
"If I fell."
Taken slightly aback, Jareth tried his best not to look it. "Excuse me?"
"Do you care about me enough to catch me if I fall?"
"I saved you from a rapist, didn't I?"
"That's not what I asked, Jareth."
"Well, I don't know. The situation hasn't arisen."
Sarah simply smiled innocently, before lifting her foot and putting it behind her, as if she were about to jump.
"Well, we could find out."
"Sarah, don't."
"Better hurry if you're going to catch me..." she said, thinking in her mind that she knew very well that she would never jump.
But Jareth stood, reaching torwards her, though he was a good seven or eight feet away.
"Sarah, get down from there."
She smiled, and just as she was about to hop back onto the balcony, a faerie landed on her shoulder, startling her.
She swatted at it like a bug, screaming and flailing her arms.
"SARAH!" Jareth yelled, rushing over to her, just as she realized what was going on.
Her foot slipped off of the railing, and she was beginning to fall.
Her scream must have echoed all thoughout the labyrinth as she saw this, and as Jareth raced over to where she was.
Her ankle of the foot that had been ready to get back onto the balcony hit the rail violently, causing a harsh pain to throb as she struggled to reach for something- anything- to grab onto.
A gloved hand grabbed hers, and brought her up quickly, pulling her close to a body.
She threw her arms around her savior, knowing very well that it was Jareth.
Sarah burried her face in his chest, more frightened than in pain, though the burning throb on her ankle hadn't left.
"Why don't you ever LISTEN, Sarah!? Why must you always go and find out the hard way..." he scolded as he held her to himself like a child.
Sarah didn't mind the scolding, she was still in shock, and had she not been she would have known that it was her own fault.
"Are you hurt?" he asked now, a touch of concern in his voice.
Sarah said nothing, just held him close to her, shaking her head slightly.
"Where are you hurt?"
"M-my.... ankle..."
Jareth sighed heavily.
"You sure have a knack for getting yourself into trouble, you know that?"
He lifted her into his arms, and brought her into his room.
He layed her down gently and moved down to her feet.
"Which ankle?"
"My right..." Sarah groaned.
Jareth placed his fingers on the ankle, and Sarah winced.
"It's sprained."
"Lucky me..." Sarah sighed.
Forming a crystal in his hand, he tossed it to Sarah.
Sarah outstretched her hands, but when she caught it, it was a bottle.
"Drink it. It'll stop the pain. And it'll help you heal faster."
"It won't make me go dancing in a ball with you, will it?"
"No."
"Promise?"
"Yes, Sarah, I promise! Drink the damn medicine!"
She took off the top, and downed the liquid inside, the taste of peaches lingering in her mouth.
"It tastes like peaches, Jareth."
"It's my favorite fruit."
"I hate them, thanks to you."
"Aww, that's a bit harsh, don't you think?" Jareth said in a mock pouted face.
"Shut-up and go away. I'm tired."
"Way to thank me for my hoispitality."
Jareth stood up, and made for the door, opening it gently.
Just as he was about to go out, Sarah sat up.
"Jareth?"
"Yes?"
"...... Thank you. For catching me."
"........... Don't mention it."
And with that, he exited, closing the door behind him, leaving Sarah slightly bewildered in his bed, simply gazing at the door.
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Author's note: I'm really rather enjoying writing this story, so stick with it, 'cause I've got a lot in store for these two. I think I'll clear a few things up right now, since so many are asking the same questions...
1. This is a Jareth/Sarah fanfic.
2. Jareth is not entirely evil
3. At this point in time, Sarah is denying her love for Jareth and Jareth is only starting to love her again.
4. That unicorn from last chapter will play a large role in this story, so REMEMBER it.
5. REVIEW THIS STORY IF YOU WANT MORE!!!
That's right. I need reviews so I can feel like people are actually reading it and I'm not just kidding myself. Thanks!
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Author's note- Ok, first things first.... I'd like to thank the reviewers for sticking with me and always inspiring me to write more! YOU GUYS ROCK MY SOCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!! And now, back to your regularly schedualed fanfiction....
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Thoughts of that recent fateful night filled the chestnut-haired angel as she stood atop a balcony, her hands resting on the cool stone rail as she gazed out at the vast labyrinth, mesmorized by the beauty she had failed to reconize her first time around.
Her eyes closed and she thought of the way Jareth had offered her dreams so long ago. She recognized the hurt on his face now, looking back on it, though she didn't notice it before.
"He offered it all to me... everything..." she whispered to herself, letting the cool breeze of the night whip through her hair.
"But I turned it down for Toby."
She opened her eyes and leaned over. She rest her elbow on the rail and her head in her hand.
"I wonder how Toby is doing now..."
"He's fine." said a recognizable british accented voice, with an air of disconcern.
Sarah rose to her full height and looked at him.
Dressed in a black poet's shirt and grey tights with black riding boots, he sat on the rail where it met the wall, leaning up against it respectively.
In his hand was a crystal, showing the image of the now much older Toby- a handsome young man, with blonde hair and those striking blue eyes.
"I still say he's got my eyes..." Jareth mocked, with a cruel chuckle.
"He does not. The difference is, you see, his are gorgeous."
"And you call me cruel, Sarah." he replied in icy sarcasm.
Sarah smirked, and swung her leg up, putting her foot onto the rail, and she brought her other foot up soon after.
Slowly standing, she looked out at the labyrinth for a moment, before turning to Jareth quickly, nearly slipping, though she caught herself.
Jareth didn't even flinch, so she tilted her head slightly as she watched the sexy grin of the Goblin King.
"Would you catch me, Jareth?" she asked softly.
"What?"
"If I fell."
Taken slightly aback, Jareth tried his best not to look it. "Excuse me?"
"Do you care about me enough to catch me if I fall?"
"I saved you from a rapist, didn't I?"
"That's not what I asked, Jareth."
"Well, I don't know. The situation hasn't arisen."
Sarah simply smiled innocently, before lifting her foot and putting it behind her, as if she were about to jump.
"Well, we could find out."
"Sarah, don't."
"Better hurry if you're going to catch me..." she said, thinking in her mind that she knew very well that she would never jump.
But Jareth stood, reaching torwards her, though he was a good seven or eight feet away.
"Sarah, get down from there."
She smiled, and just as she was about to hop back onto the balcony, a faerie landed on her shoulder, startling her.
She swatted at it like a bug, screaming and flailing her arms.
"SARAH!" Jareth yelled, rushing over to her, just as she realized what was going on.
Her foot slipped off of the railing, and she was beginning to fall.
Her scream must have echoed all thoughout the labyrinth as she saw this, and as Jareth raced over to where she was.
Her ankle of the foot that had been ready to get back onto the balcony hit the rail violently, causing a harsh pain to throb as she struggled to reach for something- anything- to grab onto.
A gloved hand grabbed hers, and brought her up quickly, pulling her close to a body.
She threw her arms around her savior, knowing very well that it was Jareth.
Sarah burried her face in his chest, more frightened than in pain, though the burning throb on her ankle hadn't left.
"Why don't you ever LISTEN, Sarah!? Why must you always go and find out the hard way..." he scolded as he held her to himself like a child.
Sarah didn't mind the scolding, she was still in shock, and had she not been she would have known that it was her own fault.
"Are you hurt?" he asked now, a touch of concern in his voice.
Sarah said nothing, just held him close to her, shaking her head slightly.
"Where are you hurt?"
"M-my.... ankle..."
Jareth sighed heavily.
"You sure have a knack for getting yourself into trouble, you know that?"
He lifted her into his arms, and brought her into his room.
He layed her down gently and moved down to her feet.
"Which ankle?"
"My right..." Sarah groaned.
Jareth placed his fingers on the ankle, and Sarah winced.
"It's sprained."
"Lucky me..." Sarah sighed.
Forming a crystal in his hand, he tossed it to Sarah.
Sarah outstretched her hands, but when she caught it, it was a bottle.
"Drink it. It'll stop the pain. And it'll help you heal faster."
"It won't make me go dancing in a ball with you, will it?"
"No."
"Promise?"
"Yes, Sarah, I promise! Drink the damn medicine!"
She took off the top, and downed the liquid inside, the taste of peaches lingering in her mouth.
"It tastes like peaches, Jareth."
"It's my favorite fruit."
"I hate them, thanks to you."
"Aww, that's a bit harsh, don't you think?" Jareth said in a mock pouted face.
"Shut-up and go away. I'm tired."
"Way to thank me for my hoispitality."
Jareth stood up, and made for the door, opening it gently.
Just as he was about to go out, Sarah sat up.
"Jareth?"
"Yes?"
"...... Thank you. For catching me."
"........... Don't mention it."
And with that, he exited, closing the door behind him, leaving Sarah slightly bewildered in his bed, simply gazing at the door.
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Author's note: I'm really rather enjoying writing this story, so stick with it, 'cause I've got a lot in store for these two. I think I'll clear a few things up right now, since so many are asking the same questions...
1. This is a Jareth/Sarah fanfic.
2. Jareth is not entirely evil
3. At this point in time, Sarah is denying her love for Jareth and Jareth is only starting to love her again.
4. That unicorn from last chapter will play a large role in this story, so REMEMBER it.
5. REVIEW THIS STORY IF YOU WANT MORE!!!
That's right. I need reviews so I can feel like people are actually reading it and I'm not just kidding myself. Thanks!
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