Sorry, forgot to disclaim! I own nothing, not the labyrinth or Jareth or
any associated characters! I just rent or am making payments on things!
Chapter 2
So how did Rachel come to be visited by the Goblin King on a stormy night? Well it so happened that in undergrad she had met and became good friends with Sarah Williams. She had accidentally surprised Sarah talking to one of her labyrinthine friends one night when coming to drag her to a party. No screams were voiced but a good deal of fish faces were made as words were struggled to be said. Thus the story came out in bits and pieces over the two years they spent together. It was probably the largest reason for Rachel to find happiness in where she was for the most part.
Rachel Polson was a medical technician. Which means that yes, you do get to care for people which is very fulfilling, but as any medical profession means a lot of late-nights being woken up for emergencies when one is 'on- call', dealing with strung-out emotions of people and many other nuances that make up that particular job. This contributed to enough excitement in daily life that she usually wasn't looking for more when she finally made it home at night.
So when she fired her gun at a shadowy figure on her couch the last person she expected to hit was the Goblin King. Especially because she wasn't a very good shot.
"OW!" The figured cried. "Why the hell did you shoot me?!" He bellowed. With the wave of his hand the lights came on to reveal a very confused looking woman with a pistol and a tall, blond man stamping around and swearing. "Well what did you expect creeping into a person's house in the middle of the night? You're lucky I didn't kill you!" She yelled back.
"It would take more than that little gun to finish me." He smirked. The initial fear of the unknown had dissipated a bit for Rachel, especially because she now had a pretty good idea who the person was ranting about being shot.
"Here, let me see where you're hurt." She got out from under her many quilts that her mother had made for her and walked over to see what the Goblin King was still swearing about.
"Shouldn't you be afraid of what I might do to you, I am an intruder in your home." He growled at her.
"No burglar or murder would whine so loudly about being shot and they probably couldn't turn on the lights with a wave of their hand. Now let me see your arm." She bluntly stated. She grabbed at his flailing wrist to inspect the wound, and amazingly enough he didn't fuss, too much. "Ow! Quit touching me, and I am NOT whining!" He was starting to get a little pissed. "The bullet only grazed you, you probably won't even have a scar either." She let him have his gloved hand back, finally getting a good look at him. And was it a look. She knew then that Sarah's description of him didn't do him justice. His blond hair was wild looking and seemed to have a life of its own. He was dressed in black leather boots and snug black breeches (Sarah never mentioned how snug!) with a black leather jacket over a renaissance style ivory shirt. Tall, blonde and handsome, yummy. She thought suddenly being made aware of her state of undress in her blue cotton chemise that she had worn to bed.
"Ummm, yeah so, uhhh.. I'll grab some bandage stuff.." She mumbled as she backed towards the bathroom. The dogs followed her into it and proceeded to cower by the tub. She quickly grabbed supplies kept in a drawer for such emergencies that should arise. Especially since she had do a lot of unconventional things herself and was quite accident prone which led to bandaging herself quite often. A quick glance told her that she couldn't find her robe or any clothes for that matter that she could put on. Great, the one time I clean my bathroom and pick up my clothes.. She left the bathroom and came upon the Goblin King looking at the pictures on her wall.
"Here, let me see your arm." She asked as she approached him trying not to blush. He presented his forearm without a word and she pulled back the sleeve to view the 'little' scratch. Her hands steadied as they begun a familiar task and the wound was bandaged in blink. She paused to look at his hand and let him have his arm back. Very nice hands.
"If you don't want bloodstains on your shirt you should probably go home and have it cleaned." No doubt that a guy that well dressed would get upset about blood stains on his shirt.
"No." He stated. "We have some business to discuss."
"Well, the come back during regular business hours." She quipped. He frowned at her comment but shook his head and continued on.
"As I can see you have an idea who I am, I also have an idea who you are. Through a mutual acquaintance of ours, Sarah Williams."
"Has something happened to Sarah?" Concern for her friend was evident in her voice as was a thread of steel as her protective instincts began to resurface.
"Now back on down there, I haven't done anything to Sarah, " he said. "But she did tell me that you knew about the labyrinth and so I decided to come and find you."
"Why?" The eternal question, she so non-eloquently stated. "Why the cloak and dagger routine, and why scare the shit out of me for no good reason!" She was getting pissed now and the fear was starting to fade.
"I always love to put on a good show." He sneered, blond hair cascading over his face as he shook his head. "And you were such an easy target." "Get out of my house," She seethed. No one enjoyed being the butt of someone else's joke. "I'll call Sarah as soon as it is a decent hour to do so."
"She isn't at her home, so it will not do any good." He declared. "Someone wished her away to the goblins."
Chapter 2
So how did Rachel come to be visited by the Goblin King on a stormy night? Well it so happened that in undergrad she had met and became good friends with Sarah Williams. She had accidentally surprised Sarah talking to one of her labyrinthine friends one night when coming to drag her to a party. No screams were voiced but a good deal of fish faces were made as words were struggled to be said. Thus the story came out in bits and pieces over the two years they spent together. It was probably the largest reason for Rachel to find happiness in where she was for the most part.
Rachel Polson was a medical technician. Which means that yes, you do get to care for people which is very fulfilling, but as any medical profession means a lot of late-nights being woken up for emergencies when one is 'on- call', dealing with strung-out emotions of people and many other nuances that make up that particular job. This contributed to enough excitement in daily life that she usually wasn't looking for more when she finally made it home at night.
So when she fired her gun at a shadowy figure on her couch the last person she expected to hit was the Goblin King. Especially because she wasn't a very good shot.
"OW!" The figured cried. "Why the hell did you shoot me?!" He bellowed. With the wave of his hand the lights came on to reveal a very confused looking woman with a pistol and a tall, blond man stamping around and swearing. "Well what did you expect creeping into a person's house in the middle of the night? You're lucky I didn't kill you!" She yelled back.
"It would take more than that little gun to finish me." He smirked. The initial fear of the unknown had dissipated a bit for Rachel, especially because she now had a pretty good idea who the person was ranting about being shot.
"Here, let me see where you're hurt." She got out from under her many quilts that her mother had made for her and walked over to see what the Goblin King was still swearing about.
"Shouldn't you be afraid of what I might do to you, I am an intruder in your home." He growled at her.
"No burglar or murder would whine so loudly about being shot and they probably couldn't turn on the lights with a wave of their hand. Now let me see your arm." She bluntly stated. She grabbed at his flailing wrist to inspect the wound, and amazingly enough he didn't fuss, too much. "Ow! Quit touching me, and I am NOT whining!" He was starting to get a little pissed. "The bullet only grazed you, you probably won't even have a scar either." She let him have his gloved hand back, finally getting a good look at him. And was it a look. She knew then that Sarah's description of him didn't do him justice. His blond hair was wild looking and seemed to have a life of its own. He was dressed in black leather boots and snug black breeches (Sarah never mentioned how snug!) with a black leather jacket over a renaissance style ivory shirt. Tall, blonde and handsome, yummy. She thought suddenly being made aware of her state of undress in her blue cotton chemise that she had worn to bed.
"Ummm, yeah so, uhhh.. I'll grab some bandage stuff.." She mumbled as she backed towards the bathroom. The dogs followed her into it and proceeded to cower by the tub. She quickly grabbed supplies kept in a drawer for such emergencies that should arise. Especially since she had do a lot of unconventional things herself and was quite accident prone which led to bandaging herself quite often. A quick glance told her that she couldn't find her robe or any clothes for that matter that she could put on. Great, the one time I clean my bathroom and pick up my clothes.. She left the bathroom and came upon the Goblin King looking at the pictures on her wall.
"Here, let me see your arm." She asked as she approached him trying not to blush. He presented his forearm without a word and she pulled back the sleeve to view the 'little' scratch. Her hands steadied as they begun a familiar task and the wound was bandaged in blink. She paused to look at his hand and let him have his arm back. Very nice hands.
"If you don't want bloodstains on your shirt you should probably go home and have it cleaned." No doubt that a guy that well dressed would get upset about blood stains on his shirt.
"No." He stated. "We have some business to discuss."
"Well, the come back during regular business hours." She quipped. He frowned at her comment but shook his head and continued on.
"As I can see you have an idea who I am, I also have an idea who you are. Through a mutual acquaintance of ours, Sarah Williams."
"Has something happened to Sarah?" Concern for her friend was evident in her voice as was a thread of steel as her protective instincts began to resurface.
"Now back on down there, I haven't done anything to Sarah, " he said. "But she did tell me that you knew about the labyrinth and so I decided to come and find you."
"Why?" The eternal question, she so non-eloquently stated. "Why the cloak and dagger routine, and why scare the shit out of me for no good reason!" She was getting pissed now and the fear was starting to fade.
"I always love to put on a good show." He sneered, blond hair cascading over his face as he shook his head. "And you were such an easy target." "Get out of my house," She seethed. No one enjoyed being the butt of someone else's joke. "I'll call Sarah as soon as it is a decent hour to do so."
"She isn't at her home, so it will not do any good." He declared. "Someone wished her away to the goblins."