Title: Forget-me-nots
Rated PG13: for mild language, sexual encounters and the whole fact Jareth's wearing tights! I mean, come on.
Summary: Sarah's life aint going to swell. She'd got a shitty boyfriend, she's got emotional walls out the ying yang and her parents don't talk to her because of her religion. Jareth teaches her a thing or two about love, having fun, and being yourself. All she has to do is love him, and when that doesn't go well… well… Jareth tends to get a little steamed around the collar.
Chapter One
Voice in the Darkness
Sarah
His voice slithered through the darkness. She froze, trying to regain her composure before she flicked the light on. Her knees were shaking, adrenalin coursing through her veins, she reached out for the lamp switch but he caught her hand. She screamed and moved back, tripping over her footstool. She landed hard on her back, the shock of the hard floor trailing up her spine. A low chuckle immersed from his lips, though she couldn't see him in the obscurity of the blackened room.
"You have no power over me," she said quietly, over and over again. She closed her eyes tight and said it again and again.
"Oh Sarah," he sighed "are we back to that again?"
"You have no power over me, you have no power over me, you have no power-" she kept going.
"Who are you trying to convince?" he mused "me?" His next words were tainted with a low seductive tone, they brushed against her ear "or you?"
"GO AWAY!" she cried and scrambled across the floor, trying to get to the lamp. He grasped her firmly around the waist and pulled her back. He turned her so she was facing him and the light flicked on.
"Look at you," he spat "you're pathetic." He ran his finger across her bruised face and she winced.
"I didn't ask for your opinion," she muttered, glaring at him.
"Now," he sat down on the floor, her still in his grasp "why is it that you can be defiant towards me, and not your boyfriend?" He eyed her carefully but she didn't speak. "How can you love someone that hurts you?"
"I don't," she spat pulling away from him "I don't love him."
"Then why do you stay with him?" Jareth mused "are you afraid? A coward?"
"It isn't your concern," she started. Jareth's eyes burned with both anger and melancholy.
"It is my concern," he snapped getting to his feet. "I offered to take you once and you refused. And me being a reasonable man saw it fair, for you were young and weren't ready to leave home. But now…" he paced "now it's apparent you no longer care for yourself enough to stay here. So you'll come-"
"You can't do that!" she exclaimed.
"You'll come," he repeated ignoring her last comment "and you'll not make a fuss."
"Hell like I won't," she snapped.
"Now see," he rolled his eyes halfway keeping them up for a long time, as f her was speaking with the ceiling. "There's that defiance again. Where does she get it?" He paused a moment and leveled his eyes with hers. "Probably your mother."
"THAT'S IT!" she growled and got up "get out of my house! You can't just barge in here, me not even calling you, and tell me I'm going with you."
"Oh yes," he nodded "it seems I've forgotten. Yes," he thought a moment "forgive me." In that moment he summoned a crystal… or was it a bubble? He blew it into the air and it popped right above Sarah, glitter scattering everywhere.
"I wish," she started and quickly covered her mouth. "You can't," she whispered.
"I can," he said simply.
"I wish-," she said again, and bit down on her tongue "Jareth please don't."
"I wish I could say I was sorry," he smirked "but I can't." Sarah shook her head, keeping her hand over her mouth. "Are you never going to speak again, Sarah?" She nodded. "Come now," he sighed "don't be difficult."
"Don't do this to me Jareth," she pleaded, managing to blurt it out before another word escaped her lips. She was shaking now, her legs knocking against the other, her stomach churning, and hot tears welling up in her eyes.
"Don't do this to you," he repeated and thought a moment. He pushed her back against the couch, throwing his leg over her body, sitting in her lap. She leaned back as far as she could to try and get away from him. "You think I'm doing something to you?" he sneered "what about what you did to me? I offered you everything, I would give anything for you, and you spat in my face."
"I was fifteen," she choked.
"And?" he asked "don't tell me just because you were young you couldn't comprehend the significance of love."
"Don't act as if your so righteous," she gasped still fighting the spell he'd put on her. "You figured that since I was so young and the way I was that I wouldn't be able to reject you. You assumed that I'd fall down in front of you and beg you to take me. You might have cared about me, but you weren't willing to wait for me to grow up. You would've used me." He glared at her, he knew she was right, and it aggravated him so that she knew it.
"And?" he asked.
"So that makes you no better than whom I'm with now," she spat. His face went red, she wasn't sure if it was with anger or embarrassment. "I wish," she swallowed the words "I wish the goblins would-" she tried to cover her mouth but Jareth held her hands down. "Let me go," her voice was pleading. He just looked at her. "If you have any compassion in you at all Jareth, please, let me go." He stopped a moment and took a good look at her. He could have her, right there. In a moment longer she'd say the words and he'd have every right to take her. And she'd hate him for it too… "I wish the goblins would take me away," she choked "right-"
Jareth covered her mouth with his gloved hand and took a shaky breath. She looked at him, somewhere between confused and terrified.
"By the gods I swear," he growled, keeping her mouth covered. "You had better be grateful for this Sarah," he lowered his head to hers, looking her directly in the eye. "Do not forget it, understand? You cannot say I haven't done anything for you now." Slowly she nodded. He paused a moment and removed his hand from her mouth. He lowered his head more and placed his lips on hers. For a moment, he didn't move, to afraid that at any moment she'd hit him and scramble away. But her gentle lips moved forward to his and he quickly pulled away, shocked.
"Sorry," she whispered and gave a wiry smile "I thought maybe you forgot how to move." He smirked at her and lowered his head again. The sound of the pickup truck pulling into the driveway caused Sarah to move away and she gave a panicked look. "You gotta go."
"Says who?" he asked and watched as Blaine walked down the driveway.
"Please go," she asked trying to wriggle out from under him.
"Sarah?" he took her by the shoulders and she stopped, looked him dead in the eye "don't let him hit you. Ever." She didn't even get a chance to nod because he was gone. Blaine managed to unlock the door and lumber in.
"Baby what are you doing lying on the couch?" he asked "where's dinner? Why isn't it ready yet?"
"Because," she started "people normally cook six, mabye seven at night. It is now," she looked at the clock "eleven at night. You get off at, let's say five. So between five and seven, you gotta be here to eat." Blaine looked at her, dumbfounded. "Night." Sarah got up off the couch and went into the bedroom and sat on the bed. Blaine wasn't drunk, that was the good thing. If he had been, she would've kept her mouth shut and ran for cover. She winced, what the hell happened that night? Jareth was sitting in her living room, he'd tried to take her back Underground with him, and then… then he let her go. So what, eight years later he just decided, hey, let's kidnap Sarah? She was baffled, but she was more tired and in the end her sleepiness won out over her bewilderment.
Author's note: Hi guys, I just got back from a terrible spring break. But I'd rather not get into that right now. You wanna know so badly, email me. Anyways, I was trying to write some and Conner, out of the blue, worked overtime with me to get this going. So I hope you liked it. Oh, and someone send owl-away, I'm being plagued by Jareth who, indeed has gotten some rather nasty reports about 'my behavior'. :Looks at muse with suspicion:
Conner: Oh yeah :rolls eyes: blame the muse. And you wonder why he's irked off? Probably because you talk about his pants all the time.
First of all, I don't talk about his pants, all the time. And if he didn't want people talking about them, he shouldn't wear tights. I mean seriously. ANYWAYS, getting off subject. And you're the one that talks to him all the time, so don't start with me.
Conner:sticks out tongue: Oh a few notes from me personally :clears throat: Tez, I miss you loads. Wish I could talk to you more, damn school district. And Amie :ruffles hair: you know, I actually DO miss you waking me up? Wow, never thought I'd say that.
Well guys, expect another chapter tomorrow, OR depending, I may post again today.
P.S Remember the owl-away :hides under bed:
