Disclaimer: You know how it is. The same old same old. I do not own
anything that you might recognize in this story as original. I own the plot
and the characters Christine and young Toby.
A/N: Please read and review. Please please please please! I know my writing sucks, but review anyway.
Toby stormed about his room, muttering under his breath as he kicked around some of his clothes.
"Why that...no good.... lying.... son-of-a biscuit eater...Why I oughta..." His rantings were interrupted by a knock on his door.
"Come in," he barked. The door opened and Sarah walked in. Toby rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. "Listen, Mother, I know you say father has everything under control, but I just don't think that I could wait any longer for him to do something."
"Toby, listen," snapped Sarah, who had been growing angry with every word Toby was saying. "That is enough of your drama. We're having enough trouble without your rash actions and hurtful words. Now, your father and I are doing the best we can and we are counting on you to help us get ready to find your cousin."
"But it isn't enough, Mother!" growled Toby. "If you REALLY were trying to find Christine, then you would have found her already."
"Alright, why don't you just tell me what's really on your mind," frowned Sarah. "I can tell Christine's kidnap isn't the only thing that is weighing in on your mind and I want to know what it is."
"I just don't think my father is doing a good job of being the king, that's all," shouted Toby.
"And I suppose you can do better?" barked Sarah. "Honestly, I sometimes wonder what is going through that mind of yours."
"You don't care about that," growled Toby. "And yes, I COULD make a better king than my father!"
"You'll never become a good king with that attitude," snapped Sarah.
"Well maybe I don't want to be king, have you ever thought of that?" hissed Toby. There was a small, akward silance.
"Well," sighed Sarah, "maybe you don't have to be. I suppose your wish of a normal life can be granted, and you shall not be king." With that, she turned and walked out of the room, careful that Toby not see the tears threatening to fall.
As she closed the door behind her, she felt the presence of someone right next to her.
"He doesn't mean it, Jareth," she whispered. "I hope you don't take anything he says seriously."
"I know," smiled Jareth, placing a gloved hand on her cheek. "I was young once, too. Remember that. I also had my quarrels with my father."
"I hope he comes out of this recent phase he has gotten in," sighed Sarah, wrapping her arms around Jareth's midsection and resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head. "I still hope that one day, I will wake up and find him the same, sweet boy he once was. The same boy that would toddle up to Christine and beg her to read to him again and again of how we met and how you and I almost didn't make it."
"Yes, I miss those days," smiled Jareth. "I'm sure he will settle down soon."
"I just hope that we find Christine before he gets too bad," said Sarah.
"Me, too, Sarah. Me, too." Jareth then proceeded to lead his beloved wife down the hall and into their bedroom.
~*~
Toby continued to gripe about what had happened to his cousin and best friend in the whole world. Then, an idea came into his head.
"I've got it," he smiled. Before thinking twice, he grabbed a knapsack and, shoving some clothes into it, he headed for his window.
"If I really do have to become king one day, I'm going to have a little fun before I do. And I shall save my cousin while doing it." He then quickly opened the window and proceeded to head down the tree that grew outside of it.
A/N: Please read and review. Please please please please! I know my writing sucks, but review anyway.
Toby stormed about his room, muttering under his breath as he kicked around some of his clothes.
"Why that...no good.... lying.... son-of-a biscuit eater...Why I oughta..." His rantings were interrupted by a knock on his door.
"Come in," he barked. The door opened and Sarah walked in. Toby rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. "Listen, Mother, I know you say father has everything under control, but I just don't think that I could wait any longer for him to do something."
"Toby, listen," snapped Sarah, who had been growing angry with every word Toby was saying. "That is enough of your drama. We're having enough trouble without your rash actions and hurtful words. Now, your father and I are doing the best we can and we are counting on you to help us get ready to find your cousin."
"But it isn't enough, Mother!" growled Toby. "If you REALLY were trying to find Christine, then you would have found her already."
"Alright, why don't you just tell me what's really on your mind," frowned Sarah. "I can tell Christine's kidnap isn't the only thing that is weighing in on your mind and I want to know what it is."
"I just don't think my father is doing a good job of being the king, that's all," shouted Toby.
"And I suppose you can do better?" barked Sarah. "Honestly, I sometimes wonder what is going through that mind of yours."
"You don't care about that," growled Toby. "And yes, I COULD make a better king than my father!"
"You'll never become a good king with that attitude," snapped Sarah.
"Well maybe I don't want to be king, have you ever thought of that?" hissed Toby. There was a small, akward silance.
"Well," sighed Sarah, "maybe you don't have to be. I suppose your wish of a normal life can be granted, and you shall not be king." With that, she turned and walked out of the room, careful that Toby not see the tears threatening to fall.
As she closed the door behind her, she felt the presence of someone right next to her.
"He doesn't mean it, Jareth," she whispered. "I hope you don't take anything he says seriously."
"I know," smiled Jareth, placing a gloved hand on her cheek. "I was young once, too. Remember that. I also had my quarrels with my father."
"I hope he comes out of this recent phase he has gotten in," sighed Sarah, wrapping her arms around Jareth's midsection and resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head. "I still hope that one day, I will wake up and find him the same, sweet boy he once was. The same boy that would toddle up to Christine and beg her to read to him again and again of how we met and how you and I almost didn't make it."
"Yes, I miss those days," smiled Jareth. "I'm sure he will settle down soon."
"I just hope that we find Christine before he gets too bad," said Sarah.
"Me, too, Sarah. Me, too." Jareth then proceeded to lead his beloved wife down the hall and into their bedroom.
~*~
Toby continued to gripe about what had happened to his cousin and best friend in the whole world. Then, an idea came into his head.
"I've got it," he smiled. Before thinking twice, he grabbed a knapsack and, shoving some clothes into it, he headed for his window.
"If I really do have to become king one day, I'm going to have a little fun before I do. And I shall save my cousin while doing it." He then quickly opened the window and proceeded to head down the tree that grew outside of it.