Aisuru-chan: you don't want them together:gasps: but they look so cute together:) and anyway, Im not 100 sure they will. Oh, and Im glad I got on ur favorites list
fairytaleangels: yep yep, her memory is slowly comin back. Teehee, Jareth is very nervous about this
batteredchild:Im glad you read it I have to make you wait a little bit LOL wheres the fun in giving it to you quickly? I updated my first one everyday, but it was hard writing that much. So Im makin you fail school, eh? My work here is complete ;)
Danielle: thank you :)
Chapter Four Maybe Memories
Sarah awoke this morning the same as the last, angry at the sun for shining so brightly and not ready to get up yet. But this time, she was alone.
Wondering where Jareth was, she sat up and looked around. He wasn't in her room. She winced as something cut her hand, and she looked down at the pillow beside her and saw a rose. She smiled as she picked it up, twirling it in her fingers.
She hummed happily as she dressed, on time for breakfast today. As she left her room she realized she didn't know the way to the dining room. I don't know my way to any room, she thought with a grim smile.
When Sarah reached the end of the hallway, she looked down both directions. They both look the same. She had a very strong sense of déjá vu come over her. Now, would you go left…or right? asked a ghostly voice. She looked around nervously, but no one was there. Sarah's mind reeled, and she fell against the wall, holding her head. She squinted from the pain. Something was happening.
Flash
Giant carved doors drew nearer, swinging open as she got closer.
Flash
Two ways of brick paved passageway stretched before her, drawing her to them. She reached a hand out to catch her balance on the brick wall but it disappeared. She fell to the ground, dizzy and scared.
Flash Someone was behind her, laughing and stumbling foreword.
She turned to see who it was, but when she spun around she was in the castle's hallway. Sarah looked up from where she had fallen on the floor. She was breathing hard as the memories came back. A goblin waddled by and she quickly stopped him as she rose, politely asking him for directions. Its eyes widened and Sarah wasn't sure if it was thinking or just shocked by her friendliness. It bit its tongue, deep in thought, then pointed a stubby finger down one hallway.
"Weft," it announced proudly.
"Left? At the end to?" She could tell it split once again further down. It nodded excitedly then took off in the opposite direction. "Weft!" it called over its shoulder.
As Sarah made her way to the dining room, she thought about what had happened.
Sarah arrived only a few minutes late and Jareth greeted her with a smile.
"Good morning," he said cheerfully.
"Morning," she said dully. She was still a little shaken and spaced out, lost in thought. She didn't understand the memory at all. Where was that door? The Labyrinth, maybe?
"Something wrong, Sarah?" Jareth asked.
"I just thought I might've, remembered something, on my way here." She placed a hand on her forehead, pressing gently where it was lightly throbbing.
Jareth's smile faltered for only a moment.
"What did you see?" he asked, buttering toast and acting as if they were only talking about the weather.
"That's just it. I don't really know what it was. It was a large, beautifully carved door. When I reached it, when in went inside it that is, there were two ways to go…but I couldn't decided. It was so strange, yet so familiar."
"That is odd," he agreed, not offering any help as to what it might be.
"Maybe it was the labyrinth."
Jareth wasn't thrilled with this. He didn't want her spending to much time thinking about that.
"Perhaps," he said uninterestedly, hoping it might make her not think to highly of the idea.
"Oh, do you really think so? Maybe, I could look around it? I might remember something more." Jareth hadn't anticipated this. He didn't think she'd want to go in. She had read about its inhabitants, he had made sure to leave the gruesomely detailed ones on the table in easy reach of her chair.
"I don't think that would be wise, love." Sarah blushed. "Sarah," he corrected himself. "Sorry."
"I don't mind," she said softly. Jareth smiled.
"But I don't think you should enter the labyrinth. You know the dangers in there. I'd be worried sick about you."
"Then go with me!" she said eagerly, sitting on the edge of her seat.
"I've got a lot to do this week, I wouldn't have ti-"
"Next week then!" she interrupted.
"I don't-"
"Oh Jareth, please!" she begged.
"I…I'm saying no," he said as kindly as he could through clenched teeth, frustrated. "I'm only thinking of you, Sarah. Even with me in there, something could go wrong. I want to help you get your memory back," he lied, "but I'd like to do it safely. The last time you were in there-" he stopped abruptly. He knew this would get her attention. Any mention of her past was like a drug. She craved it. He looked down at his plate, taking a few more bites.
"What? The last time what?" He waited a moment.
"I almost lost you," he said softly.
"Oh, I'm sorry Jareth, I didn't know." Sarah was annoyed by often she said that. Now I feel awful again…but… "What happened in there?"
"I don't wish to talk about it. It's best you don't remember, Sarah. You're better off that way." Now he had her scared. It must have been awful, horrible enough for him to be glad I forgot it. She was worried. Although she longed for her memories with Jareth, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted it all. They finished their breakfasts in silence.
"Jareth?" Sarah asked, poking her head into his office. She had had quiet a time finding it.
"Yes?" he asked, looking up from his desk.
"Umm, I'm sorry to bother you-"
"You're never a bother," he smiled. Sarah blushed and talked to the carpet.
"I was wondering if you were staying in here all day. You skipped lunch-I know you're busy," she said hurriedly looking up. "But, you're the only one I know here, and, well…"
He looked at her in surprise. She was asking for his company. He thought that was rather quickly for her, considering all the other times it had been him seeking her out. He was glad to know even less of her old nature was there than he expected.
Sarah mistook the look for annoyance, questioning why she would interrupt him.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have intruded."
"My lady," he called at her retreating form. "How does a walk through the gardens sound?" She beamed.
"Magnificent."
"Can you give me twenty minutes?"
"I suppose," she teased.
"Thank you, you're very generous."
"But not a minute longer."
"I wouldn't dream of keeping you waiting." When she was out in the hall she realized it would take at least twenty minutes for her to find her room. With an annoyed sigh she turned around to ask Jareth for help, but found herself standing in front of her door.
"Thank you," she said, unsure if he could hear her.
"She went in and changed out of her simple day dress into a darker, elegant gown. She sat in front of her mirror, perfecting her makeup and brushing her hair till it shined.
Right on time, there was a knock on her door. He opened it slowly and entered her room. She twirled on her stool and looked up at him, smiling.
"My lady," he said with a smile, taking her hand, lips brushing her knuckles lightly. He helped her up and led her to the door. "Shall we walk?" he asked.
"Yes." He offered his left arm and she linked her right through it, gripping his arm with her other hand. She laid her head against his shoulder, he was quite taller than her, and they headed for the gardens.
They walked in silence, each enjoying the company of the other. Sarah felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, while Jareth felt the maddening, burning love he'd had for her for years.
He'd go crazy without her-he almost had!-but that miracle, that accident, had saved him. He got a second chance. As they rounded a corner, he went into his 'helpful mode.'
"Does this remind you of anything?" he asked, motioning toward the flowers. She looked around, taking in every detail. Jareth knew this was a safe place to take her. She'd never been in here. He had forbidden Hoggle from returning, ordering him to only spray the plants in and beyond the labyrinth. Her other friends were safely hidden in the forest, guarding the newly built bridge. She'd never run into them, so he didn't see the need to threaten them. But Hoggle was different. He's bound to try something, Jareth thought. I'll have to keep an eye on him. He turned back to Sarah.
"Well?" he asked, sounding hopeful.
"No. Nothing," she sighed. Sarah spotted a fairy hovering over a nearby flower bed. "Oh, how sweet," she grinned, heading over to it. It landed on the ground and stared up at her intently. "I remember this-" Jareth grew tense, "-from the crystal you showed me in the hospital room." He sighed in relief.
He didn't have time to stop her from attempting to pick it up.
"Ow!" she howled. "It bit me!" He chuckled.
"Well what did you expect fairies to do?" His eyes widened. I shouldn't have said that.
"I though they did ni-ow!" Sarah whimpered and grabbed her head, falling to the ground. Jareth fell to one knee, wrapping his arms around her shaking body. Sarahs mind was whirling as another wave of memories washed over her.
Flash
She heard laughter, ringing in her ears from every side. She held her throbbing finger as she knelt on the ground. I thought they did nice things, like, like granting wishes!
Flash
There was a fairy lying on the ground, smirking up at her. It wings opened-
Flash
Shows what you know, don't it? said the same ghostly voice.
"Shh…" Jareth cooed into her ear. "Shh…It's just a memory, Sarah." He cupped her face in his hand so he could look into her eyes. "You want to remember your time here, right?" he asked. She gripped his poets shirt tightly.
"No…yes but-" she hiccupped as her tears fell. "Only if they were you." She pulled her head away from his hands to cry into his chest. Jareth held her, rubbing her back comfortingly, whispering in her ear till she stopped crying.
"C'mon," he said as he stood and then helped her up. "C'mon, we never get very far in here," he laughed, "and I want to show you your fountain." He took her hand and led her through the maze of hedges and flowerbeds. Sarah had no idea what he was talking about and followed silently.
"Here," he said as the got to an opening. Sarah's eyes widened.
"Oh Jareth-it's beautiful!" she whispered excitedly.
There was a large flowerbed filled with dozens of colorful flowers in all kinds of shapes and designs, a majority of them were the kinds she had picked out earlier. In the middle of the flowers was a delicately carved fountain. There were two dancers in the center, smiling and gazing into each other eyes. Though it was stone, the man still seemed to, almost, sparkle. Water fell from the tip of the mask in the mans hand, and there also spurts of water dancing between them in ways that Sarah was sure they needed magic. The water swirled between the two, some spiraling up around them.
The girl had a breath taking dress on that caught Sarah's attention right away. She had many ribbons woven into her long hair in dizzy patterns. She moved forward, winding herself out of Jareth's arms to get a better look. He stayed back, watching her intently.
"I had it made for you," he announced.
"I love this dress," she said, walking around the fountain, examining it closely. "The sleeves are interesting," she chuckled. They were very puffy. "In a good way though. How ever did you think of this?" She stopped her rounds and looked at him, head tilted to one side.
"Look closer," he said. She had been so absorbed in the clothes detail she had paid little attention to the rest. She turned her gaze to their faces.
"They're so lifelike," she said, smiling at Jareth. He motioned for her to look again, and she gasped as she did so.
"My god-that's us!" Her eyes widened and she turned to Jareth who had walked up behind her. "I don't understand," she said, twirling around and running a hand over the girls-her-dress.
"I had hoped that you would remember it first," he said with a sigh. Sarah looked into her stone face. She was looking at him with such strong emotion. "I think the artist got it exactly right," he smiled. "It was one of the best nights of my life. And that's saying something," he teased. "I've been around for awhile."
"We look so happy," she said, eyes tearing up. "Why can't I remember the important things! I don't care about a stupid door...or-or a fairy." She whipped around and buried her face in his chest, grabbing handfuls of his shirt in her shaking hands. "I want to remember you!" she cried. "It's not fair!" His hand froze as it was rising to comfort her. Her favorite line. He continued to bring it up, rubbing her back softly. His other arm was around her waist and he rocked slowly, holding her tightly.
"Shh," he whispered into her ear. He began the song, half talking and half singing.
"There's such a sad love, deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel," the hand on her back moved to her face, caressing it gently. "Open and closed, within your eyes, I'll place the sky," she closed her crying eyes. "Within your eyes." Sarah began to feel dizzy.
"There's such a fooled heart, beating so fast, in search of new dreams," she clung to him harder. "A love that will last, within your heart, I'll place the moon-" she desperately tried to keep her balance "-within your heart."
Sarah's knees gave out and Jareth gracefully caught her, one arm had already been there prepared, and slowly helped her down to the ground. Her eyes were closed tightly and she whimpered softly into his vest, and he knew it was coming back to her. He negotiated her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her, not missing a beat with his song. As he sang it completely, no longer talking the words, her mind whirled with images.
"As the pain sweeps through-" Flash Dancers spun all around her, and she had a helpless feeling-as if she were looking for something.
"Makes no sense for you-"
Flash
She was on the other side of the room. Jareth was approaching her with a smile.
"-every thrill has gone, wasn't to much fun at all-" he held her shaking body closer to his. One of her hands let go of his shirt to claw at her head, pull her hair, trying to stop the pain in her forehead. One of his hands grabbed hers and tugged it away.
Flash
She and Jareth were spinning around the dance floor, and she noticed that he was singing to her, just like he was as he held her now.
"-but I'll be there for you, as the world falls down." The throbbing lessened slightly, but even then it was twice as worse as the last two. It was a longer, deeper memory.
"Falling in love…" he whispered as her body slowed to a stop, falling limp in his arms.
Mirriam Q Webster: thanks
Lady of the Labyrinth: (speaking to Jareth) jealousy is sinking in, dear. You better find a way to make it up to me. Oh, you cant? I don't see you running out of ideas when you're with HER! (to LOTL) Im not mad at you hun, but THIS ONE over here…:grabs Jareth: although, I don't see you stopping him…and you KNOW how I feel about this…
Solea: I know, I don't think he's that evil either. If you loved someone who hated you, and they forgot, you wouldn't remind them. lol. And no, it doesn't show at all
Dino: hope you enjoyed J
Moonjava: I live to serve. Glad you liked the last one, hope this one lived up to it. Im a little nervous bout 5...
ItACrystalNothingMore: ahh, Bowie dressed as Jareth forever…a lovely thought indeed. Ya dude, you didn't remember her getting bit by the fairy? Hehe. I'll update soon, promise. Tata love xoxo
LadyLuck321: yea I thought she'd be willing to get to know him without the past nagging the whole time. Yes, very naïve So, now we have a problem. Writers block has decided to interrupt me. Its been days since ive written stuff…I simply cant find inspiration L but ur reviews help. Any ideas? Assistance is needed lol
And...Taylor is awsome