DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Labyrinth, or its characters, only the
situation I'm putting them in now.
Sarah arrived back home in little under an hour and she collapsed on her bed, she felt exhausted, her eyes brimmed with tears for no reason, but there was a reason, was it him? Of course it's him! She thought to herself helplessly. She tried so hard to fit in, she blended herself to her friends and now with HIM showing up it all seemed to hard like a heavy weight around her neck.
Suddenly her phone rang beside her,
"Hello?"
Sarah answered.
"Hey hon. I got the notes from the lecture pretty interesting actually, that Mr. Kyng, no a bad lecturer told us about the basic thing in British mythology said that he'd be talking a bit about Irish mythology later this week."
Sarah nodded as Tessa filled her in, so excited about what transpired in the lecture.
"He's not bad looking either."
She sat bolt upright at what Tessa said.
"Excuse me?"
Tessa laughed at the other end.
"Well you have to admit, he's pretty sweet to look at. The hair, the accent, and the fact that he has these sexy mismatched eyes."
Sarah closed her eyes trying to keep the thought of Jareth out of her head.
"Alright, whatever. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Of course, we have a dissection in biology and you are not whimping out of cutting up a sheep's brain."
"Bye Tessa."
Sarah said shortly and hung up. Great, just freakin' great, she's trying to finish her last year at university and the Goblin King wants to play human, just fantastic.
"You don't enjoy mythology lectures, Sarah?"
His voice sounded behind her, ah, the ole' magical breaking and entering trick, wonderful.
"There not my forte."
She replied turning around he seemed to enjoy changing clothes. There he stood, once again garbed in his royal regalia, the shirt didn't hang open it was buttoned up tight with a stiff necked cape around him, the same clothes he wore when she first saw him, the night he took Toby.
"Pity you aren't interested. I did notice a few others who were, that beautiful red-head, Tessa? I think her name was."
Sarah screwed her eyes closed against him, he was baiting her. The bastard with his cold arrogant voice was baiting her, he wanted her to rise to the challenge.
"Yes she enjoys mythology, although chemistry is more her area of expertise."
He smiled and walked closer, she suddenly found the fact that he was chatting to her in her bedroom felt strangely odd, as it should under the circumstances, the Annoyed and possibly vengeful Goblin King wanting to get back at the human Champion of Goblin King's Labyrinth.
"Do you also enjoy chemistry?"
Sarah looked at him, ah, she got it. The double meaning she was referring to the periodic table chemistry, where as the arrogant goblin king was referring to the attraction between sexes. 'Always up for sexual innuendo isn't he?' She thought wryly.
"No, again it isn't my forte."
"Is there something that is your forte?"
She glared at him there he stood imposing, in her bedroom and they were discussing classes. At least, she was discussing classes he was turning everything into a phallic symbol.
"Quite a few things actually, unfortunately I have things to do and they don't include you, so please next time you want to talk, make an appointment."
He nodded and strangely enough, complied.
Sarah sat down at her computer, she had work to do. Assignments and such.
The French revolution.
Why was he pursuing her? The same question kept going over and over in her mind, what did he want?
began in.
Did he want her? Just her? Was there some sort of conditions attached, did she have to beat a three-headed dog called fluffy?
1789, a political upheaval began.
Was the Underground in war? Had Jareth been challenged again? Had the goblin kingdom been taken away from him?
in France, it changed the face of Europe.
Damn it Sarah! She cursed herself, don't think about him! You think about him and he'll come and annoy you again, you don't need him, you need to finish your degree.
The sequences of events leading up to Jareth.
She looked at the screen, had she really typed that? No, she thought let's try that again.
The sequences of events leading up to the French Revolution began with Jareth.
Sarah growled in frustration and left her computer, it wasn't helping; it was making her think more about him. She threw her hands up in the air in a helpless nature.
"Send him away and I swear I'll be good. I'll concentrate more at school; I'll even try to get a position at a religious school if I get my teaching degree just make him go away."
The heavens didn't open up and spurt forth lightning, but then again Sarah didn't really expect them to.
She rubbed her eyes tiredly.
"I just wish that-"
She caught herself quickly, note, she told herself, do not use the words wish, goblin king, or Jareth in the same sentence.
"You really do disappoint me, Sarah."
She turned to see him again, he held a riding crop this time, she was tempted to take more time to glance over his outfit, a man who wears those kind of pant would have to be extremely secure and. no! Bad Sarah! Bad thoughts!
"In what way do I disappoint you, Jareth?"
She replied exasperated as she flicked the screen of her computer off, the last thing she needed was him seeing what she'd written. She was fairly sure that he knew the French revolution didn't begin with him.
He stepped closer and circled her all the whiles his eyes were locked onto her frame his face held a predator-like gaze, like a shark circling it's prey.
"Your thoughts lead to me, and yet you deny them. You deny your feeling, you deny me."
He reclined back onto one of her couches draped over like he owned everything he surveyed, which caused Sarah to feel very self conscious as he surveyed her.
"I will always be more than happy to deny you, because what you see,"
She spun for his benefit, he'd circled her but maybe he'd want to see her from a distance.
"You can't have,"
He smiled and quickly rose till his body almost met hers.
"Oh, I'll have it, and you'll beg it from me before the end, face it Sarah you want it, you want me, I know."
Sarah fought back a blush and looked down; if she looked into his eyes she wouldn't have the strength.
"I know you want it Sarah, I can smell it."
She looked up sharply to meet with his eyes, her eyes spewed forth green fire.
"I may want it, but I know other places I can get it from."
She smiled as his smug expression faltered.
"And you can't do a thing about it."
She moved to get out of the room, in reality she wanted him gone, he had no right to be her she hadn't called for him, she hadn't reached out.
A gloved hand caught her wrist and pulled her roughly into him. He shoved her back until she met with the wall his hands were there one grasped her throat the other pinned her arms above her head, Sarah found that he was incredibly strong.
"Get off me."
"Come, come Sarah, haven't you ever wondered? Haven't you ever though about it?"
She looked up at him; she could feel his grip tighten around her throat and wrists.
"Truthfully?"
She asked glancing at him in suggestion, he nodded and slowly moved his body forward more so it began to meld into hers. Give in; her body told her, she knew that's what Jareth was thinking. NO! She yelled inwardly at herself, bad, evil, goblin king, want you for sex, not a good basis for a relationship. Why was it that her mind mocked her in that way? It always told her the truth, but always mockingly, as if she was still a child.
"I wanted you once, a long time ago,"
Sarah tried to continue as he pressed his body firmly to hers.
"And now?"
She looked up her face smiling.
"The idea gives me nightmares."
She whispered she shoved her knee very firmly up into the middle of the goblin king groin, he caught his breath sharply which gave her enough time to get out of his grip.
"I suggest you leave before I find something iron to stab you with."
Sarah glowered, she'd learned a few things about Fae once she got back Aboveground, iron could kill the Fae and she was always sure she kept some sort of sharp iron implement around for safety purposes.
Some girls worried that they had stalkers, it was even worse if they happened to be semi-immortal, magical, Fae, goblin kings.
Sarah arrived back home in little under an hour and she collapsed on her bed, she felt exhausted, her eyes brimmed with tears for no reason, but there was a reason, was it him? Of course it's him! She thought to herself helplessly. She tried so hard to fit in, she blended herself to her friends and now with HIM showing up it all seemed to hard like a heavy weight around her neck.
Suddenly her phone rang beside her,
"Hello?"
Sarah answered.
"Hey hon. I got the notes from the lecture pretty interesting actually, that Mr. Kyng, no a bad lecturer told us about the basic thing in British mythology said that he'd be talking a bit about Irish mythology later this week."
Sarah nodded as Tessa filled her in, so excited about what transpired in the lecture.
"He's not bad looking either."
She sat bolt upright at what Tessa said.
"Excuse me?"
Tessa laughed at the other end.
"Well you have to admit, he's pretty sweet to look at. The hair, the accent, and the fact that he has these sexy mismatched eyes."
Sarah closed her eyes trying to keep the thought of Jareth out of her head.
"Alright, whatever. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Of course, we have a dissection in biology and you are not whimping out of cutting up a sheep's brain."
"Bye Tessa."
Sarah said shortly and hung up. Great, just freakin' great, she's trying to finish her last year at university and the Goblin King wants to play human, just fantastic.
"You don't enjoy mythology lectures, Sarah?"
His voice sounded behind her, ah, the ole' magical breaking and entering trick, wonderful.
"There not my forte."
She replied turning around he seemed to enjoy changing clothes. There he stood, once again garbed in his royal regalia, the shirt didn't hang open it was buttoned up tight with a stiff necked cape around him, the same clothes he wore when she first saw him, the night he took Toby.
"Pity you aren't interested. I did notice a few others who were, that beautiful red-head, Tessa? I think her name was."
Sarah screwed her eyes closed against him, he was baiting her. The bastard with his cold arrogant voice was baiting her, he wanted her to rise to the challenge.
"Yes she enjoys mythology, although chemistry is more her area of expertise."
He smiled and walked closer, she suddenly found the fact that he was chatting to her in her bedroom felt strangely odd, as it should under the circumstances, the Annoyed and possibly vengeful Goblin King wanting to get back at the human Champion of Goblin King's Labyrinth.
"Do you also enjoy chemistry?"
Sarah looked at him, ah, she got it. The double meaning she was referring to the periodic table chemistry, where as the arrogant goblin king was referring to the attraction between sexes. 'Always up for sexual innuendo isn't he?' She thought wryly.
"No, again it isn't my forte."
"Is there something that is your forte?"
She glared at him there he stood imposing, in her bedroom and they were discussing classes. At least, she was discussing classes he was turning everything into a phallic symbol.
"Quite a few things actually, unfortunately I have things to do and they don't include you, so please next time you want to talk, make an appointment."
He nodded and strangely enough, complied.
Sarah sat down at her computer, she had work to do. Assignments and such.
The French revolution.
Why was he pursuing her? The same question kept going over and over in her mind, what did he want?
began in.
Did he want her? Just her? Was there some sort of conditions attached, did she have to beat a three-headed dog called fluffy?
1789, a political upheaval began.
Was the Underground in war? Had Jareth been challenged again? Had the goblin kingdom been taken away from him?
in France, it changed the face of Europe.
Damn it Sarah! She cursed herself, don't think about him! You think about him and he'll come and annoy you again, you don't need him, you need to finish your degree.
The sequences of events leading up to Jareth.
She looked at the screen, had she really typed that? No, she thought let's try that again.
The sequences of events leading up to the French Revolution began with Jareth.
Sarah growled in frustration and left her computer, it wasn't helping; it was making her think more about him. She threw her hands up in the air in a helpless nature.
"Send him away and I swear I'll be good. I'll concentrate more at school; I'll even try to get a position at a religious school if I get my teaching degree just make him go away."
The heavens didn't open up and spurt forth lightning, but then again Sarah didn't really expect them to.
She rubbed her eyes tiredly.
"I just wish that-"
She caught herself quickly, note, she told herself, do not use the words wish, goblin king, or Jareth in the same sentence.
"You really do disappoint me, Sarah."
She turned to see him again, he held a riding crop this time, she was tempted to take more time to glance over his outfit, a man who wears those kind of pant would have to be extremely secure and. no! Bad Sarah! Bad thoughts!
"In what way do I disappoint you, Jareth?"
She replied exasperated as she flicked the screen of her computer off, the last thing she needed was him seeing what she'd written. She was fairly sure that he knew the French revolution didn't begin with him.
He stepped closer and circled her all the whiles his eyes were locked onto her frame his face held a predator-like gaze, like a shark circling it's prey.
"Your thoughts lead to me, and yet you deny them. You deny your feeling, you deny me."
He reclined back onto one of her couches draped over like he owned everything he surveyed, which caused Sarah to feel very self conscious as he surveyed her.
"I will always be more than happy to deny you, because what you see,"
She spun for his benefit, he'd circled her but maybe he'd want to see her from a distance.
"You can't have,"
He smiled and quickly rose till his body almost met hers.
"Oh, I'll have it, and you'll beg it from me before the end, face it Sarah you want it, you want me, I know."
Sarah fought back a blush and looked down; if she looked into his eyes she wouldn't have the strength.
"I know you want it Sarah, I can smell it."
She looked up sharply to meet with his eyes, her eyes spewed forth green fire.
"I may want it, but I know other places I can get it from."
She smiled as his smug expression faltered.
"And you can't do a thing about it."
She moved to get out of the room, in reality she wanted him gone, he had no right to be her she hadn't called for him, she hadn't reached out.
A gloved hand caught her wrist and pulled her roughly into him. He shoved her back until she met with the wall his hands were there one grasped her throat the other pinned her arms above her head, Sarah found that he was incredibly strong.
"Get off me."
"Come, come Sarah, haven't you ever wondered? Haven't you ever though about it?"
She looked up at him; she could feel his grip tighten around her throat and wrists.
"Truthfully?"
She asked glancing at him in suggestion, he nodded and slowly moved his body forward more so it began to meld into hers. Give in; her body told her, she knew that's what Jareth was thinking. NO! She yelled inwardly at herself, bad, evil, goblin king, want you for sex, not a good basis for a relationship. Why was it that her mind mocked her in that way? It always told her the truth, but always mockingly, as if she was still a child.
"I wanted you once, a long time ago,"
Sarah tried to continue as he pressed his body firmly to hers.
"And now?"
She looked up her face smiling.
"The idea gives me nightmares."
She whispered she shoved her knee very firmly up into the middle of the goblin king groin, he caught his breath sharply which gave her enough time to get out of his grip.
"I suggest you leave before I find something iron to stab you with."
Sarah glowered, she'd learned a few things about Fae once she got back Aboveground, iron could kill the Fae and she was always sure she kept some sort of sharp iron implement around for safety purposes.
Some girls worried that they had stalkers, it was even worse if they happened to be semi-immortal, magical, Fae, goblin kings.