Chapter Six
Love is in the Air
Author's note: Hey ya Charlie Quill. This chapter is for you. And I won't tell you why either. :smirks:
"It feels as I've said this before," Sam muttered "but, uh, can he do that?"
"JARETH!" Sarah's voice screamed in the background as the two argued over nothing. Sam leaned against the wall as did Conner and watched the two fight. "I can't believe you'd kidnap me. I didn't even wish or anything you just think because your king that you can do anything you damn well pleases you!"
"That's the wonder of being king," he smirked. This went on for at least ten minutes and Sam was dozing off when she decided that it needed to stop.
"OK!" she got in the middle of the two. BIG mistake. Jareth simply snapped his fingers and she shot up in the air and lingered a good five stories above them. "Bad idea," she whispered to herself and closed her eyes. She HATED heights. "PUT ME DOWN!" Jareth looked up and rolled his eyes dryly. He snapped his fingers again and she girl came plummeting down to the soft snow covered ground. "Ow."
"Sam," Sarah rushed over and helped her up, looking her over for cuts or broken bones. "You ok?"
"Yeah," Sam lied, though she really wanted to curl up into a ball right then and die. Sam wanted to cry just then, everything was very wrong. She was tired beyond all words, her feet hurt, she couldn't feel her toes and her muse looked as if he hated her. Her home life was a wreck. Clyde was taking her family away from her and now they were moving. Sarah had been captured by her worst enemy, she'd just got kissed by an evil entity … all in all, it was turning out to be a very bad day.
"Girl," Jareth started "I suggest you-"
"You know what?" she growled "I suggest you shut the hell up because I'm in no mood to deal with you." Jareth seemed taken back at his but surprised her when he motioned for her to go on. "You just kidnapped by best friend for no good reason, I just fell a good three stories, my muse is obviously pissed at me, its cold, I'm lost and your REALLY not helping me Jareth." She took a deep breath and leaned against the wall to keep from falling. "It's not fair," she whispered and Sarah's head perked up.
"I wish you wouldn't say that," she murmured.
"ITS NOT FAIR! ITS NOT FAIR! ITS NOT FAIIIRRRR!" she yelled at the top of her lungs and then grew quiet "life's a bitch isn't it?" Then she waked off, leaving her best friend, muse and Jareth standing in the rising snow.
"You know," Jareth started appearing besides her "you won't live to get to the castle. It's the middle of winter and-"
"Did I mention your not helping?" she growled and glared at him.
"You could go home you know," he mused "just say the words…"
"I can't give up now," she muttered "I can't leave Conner here." Sarah and Conner followed behind them.
"That kiss really got to you huh?" the goblin King mocked. Sam turned around and socked the king in the jaw. He stumbled back a bit but caught himself before falling and glared at her. She scooped some snow off the ground and formed a very nice snow ball and hit him directly in the face. Sarah covered her mouth in amusement, Conner merely blinked but Jareth's face was turning red.
"Two words Goblin King," she growled "fuck off." She could've taken all her anger out on Jareth right then, but she fell to the ground in either anguish or sorrow (or some odd mixture of the two). Sam buried her face in her arms and sobbed.
"You," Jareth pointed at the crying girl "you have seven hours left to reach the castle beyond the goblin city." And he vanished, taking Conner too.
"I could have told you he'd take your time away," Sarah muttered under her breath "and all I said was that it was a piece of cake…"
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Hours passed and they were only moments away from the castle, and only moments away from running out of time. Sam sprinted up the stairs and Sarah froze outside of her least favorite room.
"Come on," Sam whispered and Sarah shook her head. Sam paused a moment and then nodded, she understood. This was that way it was done. She raced into the room, finding it terribly dizzying and she leaned up against the nearest wall. Everything spun. As Jareth walked towards the girl, she noticed a light mark on his jaw… he couldn't be happy about that.
"Ah," he smiled "defiant one. So, you've made it here I see."
"Sorry," she murmured and he seemed a little shocked. "For uh, hitting you I mean." She paused and added "and the snow ball."
"You haven't lost yet you know," he reminded her.
"I know," she said "but Sarah says if you win you go back home like that." She snapped. "So, just in case…"
Author's note: Blah blah blah… having a bad day. Here's my replies…
NuPreacher: Conner: That's not funny! No you shouldn't continue because what the heck if I can't get through that thing? I'm not begging Jareth for my authoress back, that's just not muse like :crosses arms:
I believe you've found a way to render my muse helpless. - Don't torment him too much, just blackmail him enough to make him look like a dork -
Theshadowcat:laughs: aw, thank you. And I'm so glad you like Shannon. -. Oh yay, can't wait to read your work.
Charlie Quill (thing :snickers:): I'm getting such a terrible kick out of your reviews. I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh but muses have been known to be :glances at Conner: stubborn. I suggest you leave out candy for him (or something else he may like) that usually shuts them up. It may look like they didn't touch it but they only take energy from things it seems (so if its candy its color may fade a little). Oh, and the reason I called you thing, uh, I didn't know what gender you may be I didn't want to insult you if you happen to be a girl with a boy like s/n. I normally assume everyone's a girl since I never can find a guy writer :sighs: that figures huh? Anyways, if you have any more trouble with your muse, I'll see if Conner will talk with him… though I'm not sure if that's a wonderful idea. Last time I did that he came home with a black eye.
Hippie99: I know he is protective :sighs: its so annoying sometimes. Two days, ugh, that kills me! Yes, that long in winter IN the labyrinth. Poor Sarah, POOR Sam. :grins: I can't wait to see what I'm gonna do to them.
Cagged: HI! If you'd like one, try my info page. We got a BUNCH of guys left. - I'm sure one of them would love you. All communication problems can be handled by my muse, Conner, but uh, more time you spend w/ them, talking to them/inc. easier it is to talk/see/hear them. -
Charlie Quill (again): I'm peculiarly amazed that I have to reply to you twice in one chapter. - My goodness aren't you out doing yourself? Memory Lane is nice I suppose, but I can't say Conner is the best companion to accompany down this road since he abruptly stops and points at every embarrassing moment he can find and says LOOK! Remember that- I suppose he's the best type for someone how doesn't have much pride, which… isn't me. I HAVE to much pride and he constantly tries to break me of it (hence him trying to get me to kiss him, hug him, say that I love him/want him around/inc.) Perhaps you have better luck with your muse?
Acantha Mardivey: Poor Sam :shrugs: oh well. -
Conner: Wow, she understands me, that's a first. And woman :sighs: for the last god given time, PLEASE, I implore you to STOP GIVING THE PLOT LINE AWAY:laughs: And I suppose I should take slight offence to that :sighs: but I won't I suppose - I'll just add more cliffies.
