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AN: I don't think it's realistic for Sarah to ignore her entire life to go live with Jareth, and visa versa for him---and that happens quite a bit I find. Just a hint. Disclaimer: I own nothing'
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Strangely Devine: Chapter Nineteen: Emily
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Sarah felt like she had just been hit in the chest with a forty-pound weight. Se sucked in a ragged breath and realized she was still clutching Jareth and he was holding her quite desperately as well. She sucked in another deep breath and felt him to the same.
It was like being sucked out of one environment and being transplanted to another. The air was cold and moist, the ground was soft and dewy, the sky was black and still dotted with stars, except for now an aeroplane flew over head.
"Where are we?" she asked, pulling back to look around.
"I--- we're on the other side of the portal" Jareth said, trying to keep his voice controlled.
Sarah looked around and saw Salisbury plain stretch on for miles in one direction. When she turned her face the other was, Sarah wanted to laugh. A path, blocked off by ropes wound its way towards a main road. They were at Stonehenge.
"We have to get out of here" she muttered, grabbing Jareth by the hand and pulling him out from under the ancient stones. Sarah had been here once on a family vacation when she had been younger. It looked very much the same as it had ten years ago, thank god their were no tourists around at this time of night. How would you explain it? A girl in a ball gown and a man in tights magically appearing in the centre of a monument. It must have been a sight to behold.
"Sarah, where are we going?" Jareth asked calmly, his eyes darting around the field like one who is looking for an enemy.
"I don't know" she admitted "But we can't stand in there all day"
She pulled him towards the main road. "Okay" she said, folding her arms as she started to get a bit panicky. "Erm--- we're on a road in the middle of England. Right"
Jareth raised an amused eyebrow at her and then at a Mini Cooper car that shot down the road. "Well, I see you know your way around your world"
"Shut up" she snapped, but couldn't help smiling. Her world, she was home. She felt stupidly happy for a minute and then focused on the task at hand. "What are we to do?"
Jareth shrugged. "Well where do you live?"
"Across the ocean" she moaned.
"Ocean?" he raised an amused eyebrow. "It's very far away from here, then?"
She glanced at him sideways. It was almost as if they were ignoring the fact that they'd just switched worlds. And while standing on the side of the road might not have been the best time to talk about it, there were some very pressing matters that needed to be discussed. Such as Dacian or Jareth's entirely unannounced rescue of her.
"It's very far away" she nodded "Can't you just, you know, pouf us over there?"
"I don't know what your house looks like" he drawled, "But there is a way-"
"Oh no" Sarah shook her head. She caught on quickly "No, I'm not having you go all lethargic after you read my mind again"
Jareth looked amused. "I'm touched that you care so much about my health, Sarah" he said, and Sarah blushed "But unless you plan on walking across this ocean, there is no other way"
"Fine" she relented and stepped closer.
"Think about your home" Jareth whispered, as one of his arms closed around her waist and her placed a cool hand over her eyes.
Sarah thought hard about every detail she could muster of her little flat in Soho. She thought about the scuffed hard wood floors, the Andy Warhol rip off art that decorated the bare walls, the fluffy rug that always tickled her feet when she walked over it, the large windows that an unusual amount of New York light into the flat, the sagging velvet couch with it's fluffy little pillows.
She imagined how squishy and comfortable the couch was, and then she was sitting on it.
Sarah clapped her hands to her mouth to stop from making an undignified sound. She was home! Home, finally home! No longer in a weird medieval world with fairies and trolls, but her modern New York life with transvestites and junkies. She laughed happily and hugged Jareth.
He made an amused sound and patted her back. "Happy to be home?" he asked
"Oh I---"
They whirled around at the scream that interrupted her. Emily stood there pointing a shaking finger at Sarah. "You-you're back"
*
Gwendolyn rung her hands as she sat before the High Queen.
"Gone?" Mariead asked in a faraway voice. "how can he be gone?"
"Your majesty" Gwendolyn said in a shaking voice. "I do not think it is a matter of him leaving--- but rather that he was called to Sarah's aid"
"Yes, yes" Mariead nodded "But where are they now?"
"Is there any word on Prince Dacian?" Duncan asked stiffly
"No" Gwendolyn said sadly "I don't know quite what happened bit I should think he is still alive, or so says my brother, Gaeton"
"You have seen this?" The Queen asked Gaeton
"Aye" he nodded solemnly "The Nosferatu lives. I dreamed of him in a village in Greeneliya and it he is quite regretting something"
"I fear," the High King said slowly "That all we can do now is wait"
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"Emily!" Sarah threw her arms around her friend and Emily promptly burst into tears.
"Oh god, I thought you were dead! They said you just disappeared and we were so worried!" the small girl managed to choke out.
"No, I'm fine, everything's fine" Sarah sighed.
Jareth watched to two women hug each other and felt like he probably shouldn't be watching such displays of emotion. Emotion was not exactly his forte. The way Sarah's friend Emily was sobbing made him feel a bit guilty though. In some way it way it was his fault that Sarah had been taken from her world and transplanted into his.
After what seemed like hours, Emily dried her tears and caught sighed of Jareth over Sarah's shoulder. He'd taken to looking at a particular bit of artwork on the wall. T was some blonde woman face repeated over and over again in different colours. He'd never seen anything quite like it.
"Who is he?" he heard Emily whispered loudly, he shot her an amused look.
"Erm" Sarah fiddled with the sleeves of her dress.
"And what are you wearing? And--- and---" Emily put her hand to her head. "How did you just appear like that?"
"Right, Emily, come sit down" Sarah ushered her over to the couch and held her friend's hands. "Remember that time I took to much Benedryl and told you about the Goblin King"
Emily raised her eyebrows warily "Yeah"
"Well that's him"
Sarah spent the next hour trying to convince her roommate of what had happened. Once she had succeeded in that Emily demanded to know everything that had happened since she'd been gone. Jareth stayed out of their way and examined every strange bit of Aboveground culture while the left him alone.
"So you're King of Goblins" Emily said, standing up and circling Jareth. He grinned slyly at her. He liked this girl. She was not afraid of him and possessed some strange confidence.
"That's right" he said coolly
"Uh huh" Emily nodded "And besides that fact that you just appeared on my couch I'm supposed to believe everything you say without proof"
"You want proof?" Jareth grinned, he leaned closer to the short girl "Make a wish, Emily"
Emily snorted "I wish for a cake"
"Chocolate?" Jareth asked, flicking his wrist at her.
Emily was suddenly holding a plate of chocolate cake. Her almond eyes went as wide as saucers.
"Or maybe vanilla?" Jareth grinned, snapping his wrist again. The Cake changed flavours before their eyes.
Sarah laughed and Emily licked some frosting off her finger. "Well Sarah at least this one can cook" she mumbled, striding into the kitchen "I believe you"
"Great" Jareth said sarcastically.
"The only thing is" Emily continued "If you're going to stay here, you can not go around like that"
Jareth raised an amused eyebrow. "Around like what?"
Emily smiled sweetly and Sarah covered her face with a pillow to keep from laughing. "Well, not that I have a problem with breeches or anything, that-- -er-that might not go over so well with the rest of New York."
He rolled his eyes "So what, dear girl, do you suggest?"
Sarah recognized that look in Emily's eyes. She was going to turn Jareth into her personal paper doll. He didn't seem to care and looked quite unworried about the situation.
"Well" Emily flopped onto the couch. "I'm sure if you can pull off the breeches look, you wouldn't look so horrible in Armani, but unfortunately we're too poor for Armani-"
"Too poor?" Jareth seemed horrified by the notion. "Too poor?"
Sarah laughed "That's right, you've been subjugated to the bourgeoisie"
"I have not" Jareth leaned against the wall and grinned "I'm simply taking a small holiday"
"Holiday?" Emily snorted "Does that mean you can go back?"
"Of course" he shrugged lazily "Now that we have the portal open I can go back and forth as I please"
"Really?" Sarah's eyes went wide at the notion. She would still be able to see Gwendolyn and Gaeton from time to time! And She could see Gwen and Ilareo's wedding.
"What's the catch?" she asked wearily. There was always a catch; this was too good to be true.
"There is no catch" Jareth said pushing off the wall. "We could have done it earlier if Prince Dacian had simply shared his secret"
Sarah scowled "What will happen to him?"
"Most likely he'll go back to Calais and tell them some horror story about how he tried to save the lady Sarah from the deranged High Prince." he waved his hand and looked unaffected.
"Wait a minute" something else strange occurred to Sarah. She stood up "You read my mind--- why are you still standing and doing magic"
Confusion flashed across his face. "You're right" he said "I don't feel any different."
"Why?" Sarah asked
He shot her an irritated look "If I knew, I would most likely share, but I don't"
"God, someone's cranky" Emily laughed and then yawned "It's nearly midnight, aren't you two tired?"
"No" Sarah said faintly, "We're on a different time zone still"
Jareth raised an eyebrow at the words time zone but she ignored him.
"It's three in the morning in the UK, Sarah" Emily continued "I'm going to bed, if you're not sleepy, make some coffee or something"
"Sure" Sarah nodded, she wasn't the least bit tired.
"Er-Sarah." Emily was inclining her head rather obviously towards Jareth. He rolled his eyes. "Can I see you in the bathroom for a bit"
"Ugh--- yeah" Sarah clambered to her feet and followed Emily out of the room.
Jareth watched her go silently with an amused look on his pretty face. They were going to talk about him, of course. It was slightly annoying to be left alone but he decided to make the most of it. A book with thin glossy pages sat on the coffee table, with the words. 'Vogue' written in white lettering across the front.
Jareth amused himself by flipping through it for a bit. No wonder Sarah hadn't been modest about showing her ankles or knees, the women were half naked and most of the men too. What a very strange culture where people went about showing themselves off.
Perhaps it would be all right if he just stayed for a bit. After all, he quite loathed being Goblin King and it wouldn't be so horrible to stay with Sarah.
*
"Oh god, Sarah, oh god" Emily bounced up and down on the balls of her feet as she removed her heavy eye make up with a small clinique sponge. Sarah sighed happily. She now lived in a world where there were clinique sponges.
"He is so incredibly nice looking, Sarah, you do know that. Oh my god, it was like having Brad Pitt in our family room or something" Emily ranted. "*Single* Brad Pitt. Oooh--- make him be my male model? Please? Oh he's so sexy"
Sarah snorted. "You did a very good job feigning indifference, Em"
"I don't care" Emily sighed and hit Sarah's arm "So, I think you left part of your story out. That part where you and single Brad Pitt slept together"
"I don't know what you're talking about" Sarah said, blushing furiously
"Sarah, my darling, I'm not blind" Emily snickered "The sexual tension was thicker than--- something very thick"
"Great analogy" Sarah giggled, she hopped up on the bathroom counter and sighed. "I dunno, Em. There were a few times when it--- almost happened. And--- what?"
Emily was waving her toothbrush around like she had a question. "Can I just interject to remind you that he is incredibly nice looking."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know"
"Sorry, go on with your story." Emily squirted toothpaste on her brush and gave Sarah a serious look. "I'm listening, tell me all about you and single Brad Pitt"
"Well, consider this, Em. I thought I hated him, I thought I was afraid of him and then I get there and he has a family and friends. Really great friends, too. They're all very loyal and sweet and obviously love him to death. And well, that sort of made it hard for me to go on hating him, you know? But--- ugh, I started to like him, damn it --and besides the obvious attraction that you are so aware of . Like when I was carted off by Dacian he was all I could think about, Em"
Emily spat out a mouth full of bubbled "And it wasn't the like-I wish I could have one last shag before I die kind of missing him?"
"No" Sarah shook her head "It was like not being able to bare the thought of not seeing him again missing him"
Emily leaned against the counter and fixed Sarah with a pointed look "Did you miss him when you left the Labyrinth the first time?"
"I don't know" Sarah whined "That's what I've been trying to work out."
"You love him?" Emily asked
"How can I love him" Sarah moaned, "I hardly know him. Okay, so I know him pretty well. But how can I love him? I don't see how I can"
"My advice" Emily sighed "Is to sleep with him"
"That is terrible advice" Sara glared
"I know, but it's what I would do if I had single Brad Pitt in my living room--- which coincidently, I do, but you sort of have dibs."
They left the bathroom and Sarah followed Emily into her bedroom. "That doesn't help me at all, Emily"
"I know" Emily Shrugged, she went to her immense closet and shuffled around for a bit until she came up with a Macey's carrier bag. "Here" she said dumping it's contents out on the bed.
"What's this?" Sarah asked.
Emily riffled through the bag's contents. "Erm--- some of Timothy's stuff from when he lived here." It was mostly notebooks full of lesson plans and other teacher-y things. Some really dusty tweed jackets, white button down shirts, black slacks, a few tee-shirts, a pair of blue flannel pyjama's. It wasn't exactly screaming with style but it would do. Actually, low-key was probably better then screaming with style.
Emily piled the stuff back into the bag and shoved it at Sarah "I'm going to sleep, Fiona and Griffon are supposedly coming over tomorrow for diner but I can cancel---"
"No, don't do that" Sarah protested, "I want to see them, he can pretend he's from LA or something"
"Yeah, Motley Crue's LA maybe" Emily snorted. "Now leave me so that I may sleep"
*
Sarah was very amused to find Jareth reading Vogue when she returned to the family room. "Having fun?" she laughed
He looked at her over the top of the magazine. She had changed out of the ball gown into jeans and a blue Cornell sweatshirt. "I wouldn't call it fun, but I'm not miserable" he admitted, and looked her over. "Can't you wear something like this?" He flipped the magazine around and it was one of those scandalous Calvin Klein ads with emaciated girls in bikinis.
Sarah rolled her eyes and sat down next to him. "Emily's old boyfriend left some clothes and lucky you, you get to wear them"
"Wear somebody else's clothes?" Jareth wrinkled his nose in disgust and Sarah laughed. "I don't think so"
"You're so spoiled. They're clean, I promise" She shoved the bag in his direction "Look, I'm not tired. Put these on and I'll order pizza or something"
Jareth regarded the flannel pants and white t-shirt like they carried the plague and finally sighed, "If it pleases you"
"Very much-bathroom's that way"
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AN: I realize that putting them in the Aboveground sort of changes the tone of the whole story and also has the possibility to suck very much. So er--- I'll try not to let it. Also, maybe you want to note that Jareth (who was once Ziggy/Bowie in my head) has suddenly become coked out Berlin Bowie. :D Don't you love how I don't even write the character properly? Don't answer that.
Next Chapter (which I'm writing now): Jareth gets a haircut! Bruhaha....
AN: I don't think it's realistic for Sarah to ignore her entire life to go live with Jareth, and visa versa for him---and that happens quite a bit I find. Just a hint. Disclaimer: I own nothing'
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Strangely Devine: Chapter Nineteen: Emily
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Sarah felt like she had just been hit in the chest with a forty-pound weight. Se sucked in a ragged breath and realized she was still clutching Jareth and he was holding her quite desperately as well. She sucked in another deep breath and felt him to the same.
It was like being sucked out of one environment and being transplanted to another. The air was cold and moist, the ground was soft and dewy, the sky was black and still dotted with stars, except for now an aeroplane flew over head.
"Where are we?" she asked, pulling back to look around.
"I--- we're on the other side of the portal" Jareth said, trying to keep his voice controlled.
Sarah looked around and saw Salisbury plain stretch on for miles in one direction. When she turned her face the other was, Sarah wanted to laugh. A path, blocked off by ropes wound its way towards a main road. They were at Stonehenge.
"We have to get out of here" she muttered, grabbing Jareth by the hand and pulling him out from under the ancient stones. Sarah had been here once on a family vacation when she had been younger. It looked very much the same as it had ten years ago, thank god their were no tourists around at this time of night. How would you explain it? A girl in a ball gown and a man in tights magically appearing in the centre of a monument. It must have been a sight to behold.
"Sarah, where are we going?" Jareth asked calmly, his eyes darting around the field like one who is looking for an enemy.
"I don't know" she admitted "But we can't stand in there all day"
She pulled him towards the main road. "Okay" she said, folding her arms as she started to get a bit panicky. "Erm--- we're on a road in the middle of England. Right"
Jareth raised an amused eyebrow at her and then at a Mini Cooper car that shot down the road. "Well, I see you know your way around your world"
"Shut up" she snapped, but couldn't help smiling. Her world, she was home. She felt stupidly happy for a minute and then focused on the task at hand. "What are we to do?"
Jareth shrugged. "Well where do you live?"
"Across the ocean" she moaned.
"Ocean?" he raised an amused eyebrow. "It's very far away from here, then?"
She glanced at him sideways. It was almost as if they were ignoring the fact that they'd just switched worlds. And while standing on the side of the road might not have been the best time to talk about it, there were some very pressing matters that needed to be discussed. Such as Dacian or Jareth's entirely unannounced rescue of her.
"It's very far away" she nodded "Can't you just, you know, pouf us over there?"
"I don't know what your house looks like" he drawled, "But there is a way-"
"Oh no" Sarah shook her head. She caught on quickly "No, I'm not having you go all lethargic after you read my mind again"
Jareth looked amused. "I'm touched that you care so much about my health, Sarah" he said, and Sarah blushed "But unless you plan on walking across this ocean, there is no other way"
"Fine" she relented and stepped closer.
"Think about your home" Jareth whispered, as one of his arms closed around her waist and her placed a cool hand over her eyes.
Sarah thought hard about every detail she could muster of her little flat in Soho. She thought about the scuffed hard wood floors, the Andy Warhol rip off art that decorated the bare walls, the fluffy rug that always tickled her feet when she walked over it, the large windows that an unusual amount of New York light into the flat, the sagging velvet couch with it's fluffy little pillows.
She imagined how squishy and comfortable the couch was, and then she was sitting on it.
Sarah clapped her hands to her mouth to stop from making an undignified sound. She was home! Home, finally home! No longer in a weird medieval world with fairies and trolls, but her modern New York life with transvestites and junkies. She laughed happily and hugged Jareth.
He made an amused sound and patted her back. "Happy to be home?" he asked
"Oh I---"
They whirled around at the scream that interrupted her. Emily stood there pointing a shaking finger at Sarah. "You-you're back"
*
Gwendolyn rung her hands as she sat before the High Queen.
"Gone?" Mariead asked in a faraway voice. "how can he be gone?"
"Your majesty" Gwendolyn said in a shaking voice. "I do not think it is a matter of him leaving--- but rather that he was called to Sarah's aid"
"Yes, yes" Mariead nodded "But where are they now?"
"Is there any word on Prince Dacian?" Duncan asked stiffly
"No" Gwendolyn said sadly "I don't know quite what happened bit I should think he is still alive, or so says my brother, Gaeton"
"You have seen this?" The Queen asked Gaeton
"Aye" he nodded solemnly "The Nosferatu lives. I dreamed of him in a village in Greeneliya and it he is quite regretting something"
"I fear," the High King said slowly "That all we can do now is wait"
*
"Emily!" Sarah threw her arms around her friend and Emily promptly burst into tears.
"Oh god, I thought you were dead! They said you just disappeared and we were so worried!" the small girl managed to choke out.
"No, I'm fine, everything's fine" Sarah sighed.
Jareth watched to two women hug each other and felt like he probably shouldn't be watching such displays of emotion. Emotion was not exactly his forte. The way Sarah's friend Emily was sobbing made him feel a bit guilty though. In some way it way it was his fault that Sarah had been taken from her world and transplanted into his.
After what seemed like hours, Emily dried her tears and caught sighed of Jareth over Sarah's shoulder. He'd taken to looking at a particular bit of artwork on the wall. T was some blonde woman face repeated over and over again in different colours. He'd never seen anything quite like it.
"Who is he?" he heard Emily whispered loudly, he shot her an amused look.
"Erm" Sarah fiddled with the sleeves of her dress.
"And what are you wearing? And--- and---" Emily put her hand to her head. "How did you just appear like that?"
"Right, Emily, come sit down" Sarah ushered her over to the couch and held her friend's hands. "Remember that time I took to much Benedryl and told you about the Goblin King"
Emily raised her eyebrows warily "Yeah"
"Well that's him"
Sarah spent the next hour trying to convince her roommate of what had happened. Once she had succeeded in that Emily demanded to know everything that had happened since she'd been gone. Jareth stayed out of their way and examined every strange bit of Aboveground culture while the left him alone.
"So you're King of Goblins" Emily said, standing up and circling Jareth. He grinned slyly at her. He liked this girl. She was not afraid of him and possessed some strange confidence.
"That's right" he said coolly
"Uh huh" Emily nodded "And besides that fact that you just appeared on my couch I'm supposed to believe everything you say without proof"
"You want proof?" Jareth grinned, he leaned closer to the short girl "Make a wish, Emily"
Emily snorted "I wish for a cake"
"Chocolate?" Jareth asked, flicking his wrist at her.
Emily was suddenly holding a plate of chocolate cake. Her almond eyes went as wide as saucers.
"Or maybe vanilla?" Jareth grinned, snapping his wrist again. The Cake changed flavours before their eyes.
Sarah laughed and Emily licked some frosting off her finger. "Well Sarah at least this one can cook" she mumbled, striding into the kitchen "I believe you"
"Great" Jareth said sarcastically.
"The only thing is" Emily continued "If you're going to stay here, you can not go around like that"
Jareth raised an amused eyebrow. "Around like what?"
Emily smiled sweetly and Sarah covered her face with a pillow to keep from laughing. "Well, not that I have a problem with breeches or anything, that-- -er-that might not go over so well with the rest of New York."
He rolled his eyes "So what, dear girl, do you suggest?"
Sarah recognized that look in Emily's eyes. She was going to turn Jareth into her personal paper doll. He didn't seem to care and looked quite unworried about the situation.
"Well" Emily flopped onto the couch. "I'm sure if you can pull off the breeches look, you wouldn't look so horrible in Armani, but unfortunately we're too poor for Armani-"
"Too poor?" Jareth seemed horrified by the notion. "Too poor?"
Sarah laughed "That's right, you've been subjugated to the bourgeoisie"
"I have not" Jareth leaned against the wall and grinned "I'm simply taking a small holiday"
"Holiday?" Emily snorted "Does that mean you can go back?"
"Of course" he shrugged lazily "Now that we have the portal open I can go back and forth as I please"
"Really?" Sarah's eyes went wide at the notion. She would still be able to see Gwendolyn and Gaeton from time to time! And She could see Gwen and Ilareo's wedding.
"What's the catch?" she asked wearily. There was always a catch; this was too good to be true.
"There is no catch" Jareth said pushing off the wall. "We could have done it earlier if Prince Dacian had simply shared his secret"
Sarah scowled "What will happen to him?"
"Most likely he'll go back to Calais and tell them some horror story about how he tried to save the lady Sarah from the deranged High Prince." he waved his hand and looked unaffected.
"Wait a minute" something else strange occurred to Sarah. She stood up "You read my mind--- why are you still standing and doing magic"
Confusion flashed across his face. "You're right" he said "I don't feel any different."
"Why?" Sarah asked
He shot her an irritated look "If I knew, I would most likely share, but I don't"
"God, someone's cranky" Emily laughed and then yawned "It's nearly midnight, aren't you two tired?"
"No" Sarah said faintly, "We're on a different time zone still"
Jareth raised an eyebrow at the words time zone but she ignored him.
"It's three in the morning in the UK, Sarah" Emily continued "I'm going to bed, if you're not sleepy, make some coffee or something"
"Sure" Sarah nodded, she wasn't the least bit tired.
"Er-Sarah." Emily was inclining her head rather obviously towards Jareth. He rolled his eyes. "Can I see you in the bathroom for a bit"
"Ugh--- yeah" Sarah clambered to her feet and followed Emily out of the room.
Jareth watched her go silently with an amused look on his pretty face. They were going to talk about him, of course. It was slightly annoying to be left alone but he decided to make the most of it. A book with thin glossy pages sat on the coffee table, with the words. 'Vogue' written in white lettering across the front.
Jareth amused himself by flipping through it for a bit. No wonder Sarah hadn't been modest about showing her ankles or knees, the women were half naked and most of the men too. What a very strange culture where people went about showing themselves off.
Perhaps it would be all right if he just stayed for a bit. After all, he quite loathed being Goblin King and it wouldn't be so horrible to stay with Sarah.
*
"Oh god, Sarah, oh god" Emily bounced up and down on the balls of her feet as she removed her heavy eye make up with a small clinique sponge. Sarah sighed happily. She now lived in a world where there were clinique sponges.
"He is so incredibly nice looking, Sarah, you do know that. Oh my god, it was like having Brad Pitt in our family room or something" Emily ranted. "*Single* Brad Pitt. Oooh--- make him be my male model? Please? Oh he's so sexy"
Sarah snorted. "You did a very good job feigning indifference, Em"
"I don't care" Emily sighed and hit Sarah's arm "So, I think you left part of your story out. That part where you and single Brad Pitt slept together"
"I don't know what you're talking about" Sarah said, blushing furiously
"Sarah, my darling, I'm not blind" Emily snickered "The sexual tension was thicker than--- something very thick"
"Great analogy" Sarah giggled, she hopped up on the bathroom counter and sighed. "I dunno, Em. There were a few times when it--- almost happened. And--- what?"
Emily was waving her toothbrush around like she had a question. "Can I just interject to remind you that he is incredibly nice looking."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know"
"Sorry, go on with your story." Emily squirted toothpaste on her brush and gave Sarah a serious look. "I'm listening, tell me all about you and single Brad Pitt"
"Well, consider this, Em. I thought I hated him, I thought I was afraid of him and then I get there and he has a family and friends. Really great friends, too. They're all very loyal and sweet and obviously love him to death. And well, that sort of made it hard for me to go on hating him, you know? But--- ugh, I started to like him, damn it --and besides the obvious attraction that you are so aware of . Like when I was carted off by Dacian he was all I could think about, Em"
Emily spat out a mouth full of bubbled "And it wasn't the like-I wish I could have one last shag before I die kind of missing him?"
"No" Sarah shook her head "It was like not being able to bare the thought of not seeing him again missing him"
Emily leaned against the counter and fixed Sarah with a pointed look "Did you miss him when you left the Labyrinth the first time?"
"I don't know" Sarah whined "That's what I've been trying to work out."
"You love him?" Emily asked
"How can I love him" Sarah moaned, "I hardly know him. Okay, so I know him pretty well. But how can I love him? I don't see how I can"
"My advice" Emily sighed "Is to sleep with him"
"That is terrible advice" Sara glared
"I know, but it's what I would do if I had single Brad Pitt in my living room--- which coincidently, I do, but you sort of have dibs."
They left the bathroom and Sarah followed Emily into her bedroom. "That doesn't help me at all, Emily"
"I know" Emily Shrugged, she went to her immense closet and shuffled around for a bit until she came up with a Macey's carrier bag. "Here" she said dumping it's contents out on the bed.
"What's this?" Sarah asked.
Emily riffled through the bag's contents. "Erm--- some of Timothy's stuff from when he lived here." It was mostly notebooks full of lesson plans and other teacher-y things. Some really dusty tweed jackets, white button down shirts, black slacks, a few tee-shirts, a pair of blue flannel pyjama's. It wasn't exactly screaming with style but it would do. Actually, low-key was probably better then screaming with style.
Emily piled the stuff back into the bag and shoved it at Sarah "I'm going to sleep, Fiona and Griffon are supposedly coming over tomorrow for diner but I can cancel---"
"No, don't do that" Sarah protested, "I want to see them, he can pretend he's from LA or something"
"Yeah, Motley Crue's LA maybe" Emily snorted. "Now leave me so that I may sleep"
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Sarah was very amused to find Jareth reading Vogue when she returned to the family room. "Having fun?" she laughed
He looked at her over the top of the magazine. She had changed out of the ball gown into jeans and a blue Cornell sweatshirt. "I wouldn't call it fun, but I'm not miserable" he admitted, and looked her over. "Can't you wear something like this?" He flipped the magazine around and it was one of those scandalous Calvin Klein ads with emaciated girls in bikinis.
Sarah rolled her eyes and sat down next to him. "Emily's old boyfriend left some clothes and lucky you, you get to wear them"
"Wear somebody else's clothes?" Jareth wrinkled his nose in disgust and Sarah laughed. "I don't think so"
"You're so spoiled. They're clean, I promise" She shoved the bag in his direction "Look, I'm not tired. Put these on and I'll order pizza or something"
Jareth regarded the flannel pants and white t-shirt like they carried the plague and finally sighed, "If it pleases you"
"Very much-bathroom's that way"
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AN: I realize that putting them in the Aboveground sort of changes the tone of the whole story and also has the possibility to suck very much. So er--- I'll try not to let it. Also, maybe you want to note that Jareth (who was once Ziggy/Bowie in my head) has suddenly become coked out Berlin Bowie. :D Don't you love how I don't even write the character properly? Don't answer that.
Next Chapter (which I'm writing now): Jareth gets a haircut! Bruhaha....