Sleeping in the arms of a… what the?

Chapter Three

Mystcgrl99

Disclaimer applies. I don't own the rights to Labyrinth. Though I do have a nice poster of David Bowie.

When Sarah awoke she found herself in her own bedroom. Looking at her clock, she saw that it was 12:47 P.M. That's when she noticed the pendant. Throwing the covers off, Sarah scooted over to her bedside table. Picking the pendant up, Sarah looked closer. Apparently her dream the night before hadn't been just a dream. Why had Jareth come today? Not knowing why, Sarah slipped the cord over her head, tucking the pendent inside her shirt. A moment later Sarah heard a loud thump outside her door, as well as cursing and triumphant laughter.

Di and Jareth.

Still laughing, the red head burst through the door, allowing Sarah a glimpse of Jareth just starting to get up from his awkward position on the stairs, looking pissed. Before Jareth could do anything more, Deirdre had slammed and locked the door. Sarah decided it would be safer not to ask. Looking at Sarah, Deirdre gave a relieved sigh.

"Thank God you're awake! Besides the fact that I was worried about you, you left me alone with Jareth, and that's not nice!"

Plopping down next to Sarah on the bed, Deirdre gave her friend a big hug. Sarah, deciding to try a safe vein of conversation asked, "How'd we get back here? And what happened?"

Because the pounding on the door was so loud, Deirdre walked to the door and opened it so that Jareth fell through.

"Ha! That makes five times in less than six hours! Go me!"

It was chaos. Deirdre was doing a little victory dance, Sarah was rolling around on the bed and laughing, and Jareth was attempting to gather the little dignity left to him by glaring at Deirdre. Gaining control of her fits of laughter, Sarah sat up and waited for Deirdre to calm down. Noticing that she was the center of attention, Deirdre calmed herself and once again took her place on Sarah's bed.

"Ok Sar, now I can answer your questions. When you fainted I convinced Jareth to bring you back here. I had to forcibly remove him from your room too. Thank God he has qualms about hitting girls."

"I'm beginning to think you're more of a demon than a girl. Why do you enjoy making a fool of me?"

"Tights."

Jareth blinked. "What?"

"You. Wear. Tights. And you don't even have the excuse of working at Ren Fest or being a ballet dancer. You wear them as normal, every day clothes. So if you'll excuse me, your royal tightness. Besides, I feel you deserve it."

"Um… Di? Do you mind telling me what else happened, now that you're done insulting Jareth's clothes?"

"Oh, yeah. Well, anyways, so after I got Boy Wonder here out of you r room, I took him downstairs and introduced him to Mr. TV. That kept him occupied for about an hour, when I decided to come check on you. About halfway up the stairs he materialized right next to me, so I shoved him. That would be the crash you heard. So, are you feeling any better?"

"Yes, I am. In fact, I never felt bad. I just… fainted. I guess everything was just too much. Thank you for taking the sock out of my mouth, by the way."

Smiling brilliantly at her best friend, Deirdre once again gave Sarah a hug. "Welcome"

Glancing over at Jareth, who by this time had managed to seat himself in Sarah's window seat, Sarah started to laugh. Jareth had fallen asleep surrounded by Sarah's stuffed animals.