DISCLAIMER: I don't own much, Labyrinth stuff included.
She stood on a cliff, the sea raged below and she stared at the white foam, she wore a long flowing blue dress, tight fitting bodice and flowing skirts.
"I know you're here."
She said to the emptiness of the seaside around her.
"You say it as if it's a bad thing."
Jareth replied, she turned to find him tearing her gaze away from the water, he wasn't there. She turned around again to see him standing in midair just past the cliff. He looked the same, his hair still roguishly dishevelled, the same white ruffled shirt, vest, tight fitting pants and boots; everything was the same, right down to his pendant.
"You created this."
Sarah accused waving at everything around her. He walked closer to her hitting the 'solid' ground, her backdrop wavered and she was suddenly surrounded by lavish gardens.
"Do you prefer this?"
He asked stopping only a little before her. She looked up, he wasn't as tall as she remembered, then again she had grown somewhat in the past five years.
"What do you want from me?"
She asked stepping back from him slightly, the weight of her skirts seemed to get heavier, rooting her to the spot.
"What ever brought you to the conclusion that I wanted something, Sarah?"
She laughed and tried to move further away as his slow steps had him move closer to her, the skirts were getting heavier.
"You didn't contact me for five years, I think that constitutes the thought that you are after something, a boon of some sort?"
Sarah asked, Jareth stopped and looking at her thought.
"You have changed; you no longer speak like the sixteen-year-old who wished her brother away to me."
She smiled and held her arms wide.
"Witness the miracle of growing up. You, however, haven't changed, still exactly the same, thinking of yourself no doubt."
He glared at her briefly.
"You will never accept the idea that I might be trying to make amends?"
Sarah laughed and put her hands on her hips.
"You expect me to believe that?"
He smiled and stepped forward again, fast closing the distance between them.
"Not really, but the sentiment is nice. I will have to get used to the idea that you have grown, grown into such a delicious woman."
She looked at him, there was next to no space between them.
"Stop tormenting me, let me go."
He looked into her eyes, there was the same determination there, perhaps even more so, but now that she was older there was something else, something much more important.
"Wouldn't you want one more chance to have your dreams? To have everything you've ever wanted."
Sarah looked into his eyes, exactly the same as she remembered, there was always something underlying in them, hidden, deeply hidden, but there.
"My dreams have changed, and since when did my dreams include me wanting you?"
She struggled with her skirts again and briefly saw a pang of hurt in his eyes, her skirts loosened and she stumbled back from him.
"They did once."
He whispered softly. He extended a hand and released a small crystal ball, it hit her and she woke up.
Sarah awoke with a start in her bed and slammed her hand down on the mattress.
"Damn that man."
She growled.
He wanted something; it was hidden in his eyes. Did he want her love? Maybe that was it, she defeated him all those years ago denying him her heart, was that what he wanted? Another chance at her heart? No, there was something else in his eyes. He wanted love, but there was something else, something destructive. But what?
a/n what do you think? Do you like it?
Anamin (did I spell it right?) he's not there, refering to the first chapter if you read it you see that I've written: quote: His deep voice whispered in her mind, so there ya go, question answered. Thank you for your review.
She stood on a cliff, the sea raged below and she stared at the white foam, she wore a long flowing blue dress, tight fitting bodice and flowing skirts.
"I know you're here."
She said to the emptiness of the seaside around her.
"You say it as if it's a bad thing."
Jareth replied, she turned to find him tearing her gaze away from the water, he wasn't there. She turned around again to see him standing in midair just past the cliff. He looked the same, his hair still roguishly dishevelled, the same white ruffled shirt, vest, tight fitting pants and boots; everything was the same, right down to his pendant.
"You created this."
Sarah accused waving at everything around her. He walked closer to her hitting the 'solid' ground, her backdrop wavered and she was suddenly surrounded by lavish gardens.
"Do you prefer this?"
He asked stopping only a little before her. She looked up, he wasn't as tall as she remembered, then again she had grown somewhat in the past five years.
"What do you want from me?"
She asked stepping back from him slightly, the weight of her skirts seemed to get heavier, rooting her to the spot.
"What ever brought you to the conclusion that I wanted something, Sarah?"
She laughed and tried to move further away as his slow steps had him move closer to her, the skirts were getting heavier.
"You didn't contact me for five years, I think that constitutes the thought that you are after something, a boon of some sort?"
Sarah asked, Jareth stopped and looking at her thought.
"You have changed; you no longer speak like the sixteen-year-old who wished her brother away to me."
She smiled and held her arms wide.
"Witness the miracle of growing up. You, however, haven't changed, still exactly the same, thinking of yourself no doubt."
He glared at her briefly.
"You will never accept the idea that I might be trying to make amends?"
Sarah laughed and put her hands on her hips.
"You expect me to believe that?"
He smiled and stepped forward again, fast closing the distance between them.
"Not really, but the sentiment is nice. I will have to get used to the idea that you have grown, grown into such a delicious woman."
She looked at him, there was next to no space between them.
"Stop tormenting me, let me go."
He looked into her eyes, there was the same determination there, perhaps even more so, but now that she was older there was something else, something much more important.
"Wouldn't you want one more chance to have your dreams? To have everything you've ever wanted."
Sarah looked into his eyes, exactly the same as she remembered, there was always something underlying in them, hidden, deeply hidden, but there.
"My dreams have changed, and since when did my dreams include me wanting you?"
She struggled with her skirts again and briefly saw a pang of hurt in his eyes, her skirts loosened and she stumbled back from him.
"They did once."
He whispered softly. He extended a hand and released a small crystal ball, it hit her and she woke up.
Sarah awoke with a start in her bed and slammed her hand down on the mattress.
"Damn that man."
She growled.
He wanted something; it was hidden in his eyes. Did he want her love? Maybe that was it, she defeated him all those years ago denying him her heart, was that what he wanted? Another chance at her heart? No, there was something else in his eyes. He wanted love, but there was something else, something destructive. But what?
a/n what do you think? Do you like it?
Anamin (did I spell it right?) he's not there, refering to the first chapter if you read it you see that I've written: quote: His deep voice whispered in her mind, so there ya go, question answered. Thank you for your review.