Be Careful what you Wish For
Three reviews? Heh, not my best. Of course, it was just the first chapter. And probably a lot of readers are in school, and don't have time for fanfics. And maybe if I keep telling myself this, my ego won't be bruised too badly. Ah well, this story wants me to write it, so I have no choice. Anyhow, hope you enjoy this chapter, and remember to review!
Disclaimer: Labyrinth isn't mine; I own nothing, nothing, tra la la. Sparrow is mine; however, ask permission if you want her for anything, por favor. Same goes for Andros.
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Chapter 2: Okay, who slipped hallucinogens in my coffee, huh?
"I assure you, Sparrow, you haven't gone 'round the bend'." Said the Goblin King, looking somewhat amused.
"Easy for you to say." Sparrow replied. "There is no way I can be here, talking to you. I have to be crazy, or maybe I just tripped on the computer chair and whacked my head on the floor, and am unconscious right now."
"Do you really think that could happen?"
"Well that would be a new one for me." Sparrow admitted. "But I am an inherent klutz, I knock into, fall over, and or crash into pieces of furniture, or over my own two feet at least once a day. Therefore, this isn't real."
By now, the Goblin King was getting annoyed. He hadn't expected her to be so damned stubborn. "Why don't you…what is it mortals do? Ah yes, pinch yourself, so you know this isn't a dream."
Sparrow shook her head. "Sorry Jareth…your name really is Jareth, right?" he nodded. "Kay, just making sure. Anyway, that's not how it works. You –can- pinch yourself in a dream, and have it hurt. Because you actually are pinching yourself, while you're unconscious. It's true, I read it somewhere. Someone else has to pinch you, if I recall, so you know whether it's a dream or not...oww, damn it! That hurt!"
Sparrow rubbed her arm, and Jareth calmly walked back to his throne. That was when it hit Sparrow like a ton of bricks.
"Holy something or other, Batman. I'm really here. Ohhh, I think I need to sit down." Sparrow's knees suddenly felt weak, and sat down quickly, on the steps before Jareth's throne. She put her head in her hands, groaning.
"Are you all right?" Jareth asked. Sparrow groaned again.
"No."
Well he had asked. "Come now, one would think you'd be a bit more on the cheerful side."
"One would think so." Sparrow drawled, looking up at him. "Except one is trying to get one's mind around the fact that one is the Labyrinth, sitting in front of one of one's favorite characters of all time. And wondering why one is here, and what you intend to do with one."
Oh yes, this was going to be fun. He had the most horrible feeling, that sarcasm was a large part of this girl's personality. "Believe me, it wasn't my choice. But you're the one, and that's all there is to it."
The one? The one what? "Do I even want to know what the hell you're talking about?"
"You, Sparrow Whistler, are the one that, according to Destiny, that is supposed to help me with a certain…ahem…problem of mine."
"Destiny?" Sparrow asked. "As in the force that what is meant to be, will be?"
"No, as in an annoying, cheeky little red-head who I'm seriously giving thought to tossing into the Bog, if I thought I could get away with it."
Sparrow didn't even try making sense of that statement. It was best just to let it lie. "Oookay…so, I'm destined to help you with some problem. What, can't finish your crossword puzzle? 'Cause words are about all I'm good for. I'm not strong, and I have no magic."
"The problem is not so much a what, as a who." Jareth said cryptically.
Was it just her, or did he look almost…embarrassed? Ohhh…
"Oh dear Lord, I'm supposed to help you with Sarah?" Sparrow exclaimed. "You have got to be joking. Have you even read my stuff? I don't do romance well. Lots of building up to it, but once I get there, it just kind of fizzles. I'm better at humor, ask anyone on ff.net. You so have the wrong girl, J man. Oh, yeah, and by the way, the humor stuff was all meant in good fun. Nothing personal, you know. So please let's keep thoughts away from bogs and oubliettes, huh?"
Jareth was looking very close to wanting to kick Sparrow across the floor like a goblin. "I assure you, I don't have the wrong girl. You're it, whether you or I like it."
Well, she obviously wasn't talking him out of it. Joy. "All righty, I'll go with you on this for now. But that poses another question: Why wait so long? She's got to be in her thirties by now."
"She is twenty-two, by your mortal way of aging." Jareth informed her. "Where you are now, is what you might call an alternate universe, from the one you are from."
Well, that actually made sense. "Oh, I get it. Because if I'm the one to help you…yeah, the real adventure must have happened at least a few years before the movie, right? And I was born in '86, the year the movie came out. So, ergo, the me from this world is way too young to help you, and probably hasn't even heard of Labyrinth yet. How am I doing so far?"
"Surprisingly well." Maybe there was hope for her yet. "You will help, then?"
Sparrow raised an eyebrow. "Do I have a choice in the matter?"
Ohhh, the smirk was back again. "Well, no. But I thought it polite to ask anyway."
"Thanks ever so much for the consideration." Sparrow drawled. "What about my family? Me suddenly disappearing will be cause for alarm."
Jareth waved a leather bedecked hand. "I took care of that. You are in Europe, England specifically; having inherited an estate from an old relative you didn't know you had. The will was for the eldest living female in the Whistler line, with the stipulation that you had to move there for at least a year. And as far as I could see, you're the only girl in your family at all, except for your niece. Who is quite a bit younger than you."
"Gee, glad you didn't go for something elaborate or anything." Sparrow said, rolling her eyes. "But I guess it'll do. Despite the fact my roots are mostly Swedish with some German thrown in there somewhere, and that as far as I know I don't have a drop of English blood in me…sure, it'll work."
Jareth chose to ignore her sarcasm. "Good. I suggest you get to work thinking of how you shall go about it, then."
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Sparrow wandered through the castle, wondering just how the hell she was supposed to pull this off. I mean, sure, she –wrote- this stuff, but that was different. She knew that it was going to end in 'happily ever after', because she was in control. She didn't have that assurance here.
If she ever met Destiny, and apparently the entity was a corporeal being according to Jareth, she was rather tempted herself to toss her…him…whatever, into the Bog.
But she was straying from the point. Here she was, in the Underground, literally thrown into the makings for a Labyfic.
And to think a couple hours ago she was nearly bored to tears.
Lost in thought, and not looking where she was going, Sparrow was startled when she knocked into something. Actually, that was nothing new to her; she bumped into things a lot. But most of the time, the things didn't say 'ooof'.
Hmm, if her knowledge of fanfics was any help, she'd have bumped into what she liked to call the 'token best friend', or possibly the 'token sibling'. One person, male or female (in this case, male, according to the chest she banged into) who was the only one able to make fun of the Goblin King and get away with it. And usually listen to him whine about Sarah. He'd probably be tall, with mismatched eyes, and long dark hair. Possibly cut the same as Jareth's.
Sparrow looked up, into a pair of pale blue eyes that were exactly the same color. Damn, wrong on that point. His hair was dark, though. Black as a raven's wing, with some blonde highlights in them that were definitely not natural. She was wrong about it being long, though. It was kept short, in that messy, semi-spiky looking way that was popular for men Aboveground nowadays.
In fact, his…hmm, she'd guess about 6' 2" frame was dressed in Aboveground clothes too. Black jeans and a deep blue button up shirt. Mayhap he was human for all she knew.
She did know, however, that with that sexy smile he was giving her, and the way his frame fit those clothes…hot damn, he was gorgeous. And he knew it too.
"Well, hello there." He said, flashing another smile as he looked down at her. Sparrow, being only a hair or so over 5' 3", was quite a bit shorter than him. "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Neither was I, so it's all right." Sparrow said, giving him a smile of her own. "So, you're the token best friend, huh? Not bad."
"I beg your pardon?" He asked.
"Never mind, long story."
He looked confused for a moment, but recovered quickly. He took one of Sparrow's hand, bowing over it. "Forgive my manners, for not introducing myself." He said smoothly. Damn, the women must just fall at his feet. "I am Andros. And you are…?"
"Not even remotely interested." Liar. But she'd be damned if she fell all over herself for this arrogant man. Or Fae, as the case might be. "Save your charms for someone who cares, Andy baby."
"Andy?"
"Oh, sorry, you prefer Andros?"
"Oh, no, it's just no one's ever called me that before." He flashed a smile again. Must…not…melt… "I would be honored if you would, Miss…?"
"Oh, sorry. Sparrow. Sparrow Whistler."
"Sparrow?" Andros repeated. "That's an unusual name."
"'Cause Andros is almost as common as John." Sparrow drawled. Andros chuckled.
"I concede you the victory, Miss Sparrow."
"It's just Sparrow, and you're Andy, capiche?"
"I capiche."
"Good." Said Sparrow. "Say, Andy, you know Jareth pretty well, right?"
"Yes, I do." Andy said. "Why do you ask?"
"Because there may be a silver lining in the clouds yet." Sparrow put a hand on Andros's back. She couldn't have reached his shoulder, without straining herself. Damn, it was tough being short sometimes. "And you, Andy, may be able to help me. You know why I'm here, right?"
"Sure, you're the one who's supposed to help Jareth win his lady love."
"Good, we're on the same page, then. How'd you like to help? Seeing as you know J a lot better than I do."
"I might be persuaded to lend a helping hand." Oooo, not only Jareth could do that sexy smirk. Andy had a touch of mischief in him too, all the better. He'd have fun with this, and it might just give Sparrow the help she needed.
"Andy, this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Said Sparrow. "Or at least a way of getting me out of this thing alive…"
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Ah, things are moving along quite well, in my own opinion. I swear, Sarah is going to make her appearance soon, but one does have to set the storyline, and get the scenes all correct, ya know? Oh, and I hope you all like Sparrow and Andros, I find them lots of fun to write. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed this chapter, and remember…
"Please leave a contribution in the little review box"
Emerald, The Lady Destiny a.k.a. Emmy-chan
Three reviews? Heh, not my best. Of course, it was just the first chapter. And probably a lot of readers are in school, and don't have time for fanfics. And maybe if I keep telling myself this, my ego won't be bruised too badly. Ah well, this story wants me to write it, so I have no choice. Anyhow, hope you enjoy this chapter, and remember to review!
Disclaimer: Labyrinth isn't mine; I own nothing, nothing, tra la la. Sparrow is mine; however, ask permission if you want her for anything, por favor. Same goes for Andros.
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Chapter 2: Okay, who slipped hallucinogens in my coffee, huh?
"I assure you, Sparrow, you haven't gone 'round the bend'." Said the Goblin King, looking somewhat amused.
"Easy for you to say." Sparrow replied. "There is no way I can be here, talking to you. I have to be crazy, or maybe I just tripped on the computer chair and whacked my head on the floor, and am unconscious right now."
"Do you really think that could happen?"
"Well that would be a new one for me." Sparrow admitted. "But I am an inherent klutz, I knock into, fall over, and or crash into pieces of furniture, or over my own two feet at least once a day. Therefore, this isn't real."
By now, the Goblin King was getting annoyed. He hadn't expected her to be so damned stubborn. "Why don't you…what is it mortals do? Ah yes, pinch yourself, so you know this isn't a dream."
Sparrow shook her head. "Sorry Jareth…your name really is Jareth, right?" he nodded. "Kay, just making sure. Anyway, that's not how it works. You –can- pinch yourself in a dream, and have it hurt. Because you actually are pinching yourself, while you're unconscious. It's true, I read it somewhere. Someone else has to pinch you, if I recall, so you know whether it's a dream or not...oww, damn it! That hurt!"
Sparrow rubbed her arm, and Jareth calmly walked back to his throne. That was when it hit Sparrow like a ton of bricks.
"Holy something or other, Batman. I'm really here. Ohhh, I think I need to sit down." Sparrow's knees suddenly felt weak, and sat down quickly, on the steps before Jareth's throne. She put her head in her hands, groaning.
"Are you all right?" Jareth asked. Sparrow groaned again.
"No."
Well he had asked. "Come now, one would think you'd be a bit more on the cheerful side."
"One would think so." Sparrow drawled, looking up at him. "Except one is trying to get one's mind around the fact that one is the Labyrinth, sitting in front of one of one's favorite characters of all time. And wondering why one is here, and what you intend to do with one."
Oh yes, this was going to be fun. He had the most horrible feeling, that sarcasm was a large part of this girl's personality. "Believe me, it wasn't my choice. But you're the one, and that's all there is to it."
The one? The one what? "Do I even want to know what the hell you're talking about?"
"You, Sparrow Whistler, are the one that, according to Destiny, that is supposed to help me with a certain…ahem…problem of mine."
"Destiny?" Sparrow asked. "As in the force that what is meant to be, will be?"
"No, as in an annoying, cheeky little red-head who I'm seriously giving thought to tossing into the Bog, if I thought I could get away with it."
Sparrow didn't even try making sense of that statement. It was best just to let it lie. "Oookay…so, I'm destined to help you with some problem. What, can't finish your crossword puzzle? 'Cause words are about all I'm good for. I'm not strong, and I have no magic."
"The problem is not so much a what, as a who." Jareth said cryptically.
Was it just her, or did he look almost…embarrassed? Ohhh…
"Oh dear Lord, I'm supposed to help you with Sarah?" Sparrow exclaimed. "You have got to be joking. Have you even read my stuff? I don't do romance well. Lots of building up to it, but once I get there, it just kind of fizzles. I'm better at humor, ask anyone on ff.net. You so have the wrong girl, J man. Oh, yeah, and by the way, the humor stuff was all meant in good fun. Nothing personal, you know. So please let's keep thoughts away from bogs and oubliettes, huh?"
Jareth was looking very close to wanting to kick Sparrow across the floor like a goblin. "I assure you, I don't have the wrong girl. You're it, whether you or I like it."
Well, she obviously wasn't talking him out of it. Joy. "All righty, I'll go with you on this for now. But that poses another question: Why wait so long? She's got to be in her thirties by now."
"She is twenty-two, by your mortal way of aging." Jareth informed her. "Where you are now, is what you might call an alternate universe, from the one you are from."
Well, that actually made sense. "Oh, I get it. Because if I'm the one to help you…yeah, the real adventure must have happened at least a few years before the movie, right? And I was born in '86, the year the movie came out. So, ergo, the me from this world is way too young to help you, and probably hasn't even heard of Labyrinth yet. How am I doing so far?"
"Surprisingly well." Maybe there was hope for her yet. "You will help, then?"
Sparrow raised an eyebrow. "Do I have a choice in the matter?"
Ohhh, the smirk was back again. "Well, no. But I thought it polite to ask anyway."
"Thanks ever so much for the consideration." Sparrow drawled. "What about my family? Me suddenly disappearing will be cause for alarm."
Jareth waved a leather bedecked hand. "I took care of that. You are in Europe, England specifically; having inherited an estate from an old relative you didn't know you had. The will was for the eldest living female in the Whistler line, with the stipulation that you had to move there for at least a year. And as far as I could see, you're the only girl in your family at all, except for your niece. Who is quite a bit younger than you."
"Gee, glad you didn't go for something elaborate or anything." Sparrow said, rolling her eyes. "But I guess it'll do. Despite the fact my roots are mostly Swedish with some German thrown in there somewhere, and that as far as I know I don't have a drop of English blood in me…sure, it'll work."
Jareth chose to ignore her sarcasm. "Good. I suggest you get to work thinking of how you shall go about it, then."
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Sparrow wandered through the castle, wondering just how the hell she was supposed to pull this off. I mean, sure, she –wrote- this stuff, but that was different. She knew that it was going to end in 'happily ever after', because she was in control. She didn't have that assurance here.
If she ever met Destiny, and apparently the entity was a corporeal being according to Jareth, she was rather tempted herself to toss her…him…whatever, into the Bog.
But she was straying from the point. Here she was, in the Underground, literally thrown into the makings for a Labyfic.
And to think a couple hours ago she was nearly bored to tears.
Lost in thought, and not looking where she was going, Sparrow was startled when she knocked into something. Actually, that was nothing new to her; she bumped into things a lot. But most of the time, the things didn't say 'ooof'.
Hmm, if her knowledge of fanfics was any help, she'd have bumped into what she liked to call the 'token best friend', or possibly the 'token sibling'. One person, male or female (in this case, male, according to the chest she banged into) who was the only one able to make fun of the Goblin King and get away with it. And usually listen to him whine about Sarah. He'd probably be tall, with mismatched eyes, and long dark hair. Possibly cut the same as Jareth's.
Sparrow looked up, into a pair of pale blue eyes that were exactly the same color. Damn, wrong on that point. His hair was dark, though. Black as a raven's wing, with some blonde highlights in them that were definitely not natural. She was wrong about it being long, though. It was kept short, in that messy, semi-spiky looking way that was popular for men Aboveground nowadays.
In fact, his…hmm, she'd guess about 6' 2" frame was dressed in Aboveground clothes too. Black jeans and a deep blue button up shirt. Mayhap he was human for all she knew.
She did know, however, that with that sexy smile he was giving her, and the way his frame fit those clothes…hot damn, he was gorgeous. And he knew it too.
"Well, hello there." He said, flashing another smile as he looked down at her. Sparrow, being only a hair or so over 5' 3", was quite a bit shorter than him. "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Neither was I, so it's all right." Sparrow said, giving him a smile of her own. "So, you're the token best friend, huh? Not bad."
"I beg your pardon?" He asked.
"Never mind, long story."
He looked confused for a moment, but recovered quickly. He took one of Sparrow's hand, bowing over it. "Forgive my manners, for not introducing myself." He said smoothly. Damn, the women must just fall at his feet. "I am Andros. And you are…?"
"Not even remotely interested." Liar. But she'd be damned if she fell all over herself for this arrogant man. Or Fae, as the case might be. "Save your charms for someone who cares, Andy baby."
"Andy?"
"Oh, sorry, you prefer Andros?"
"Oh, no, it's just no one's ever called me that before." He flashed a smile again. Must…not…melt… "I would be honored if you would, Miss…?"
"Oh, sorry. Sparrow. Sparrow Whistler."
"Sparrow?" Andros repeated. "That's an unusual name."
"'Cause Andros is almost as common as John." Sparrow drawled. Andros chuckled.
"I concede you the victory, Miss Sparrow."
"It's just Sparrow, and you're Andy, capiche?"
"I capiche."
"Good." Said Sparrow. "Say, Andy, you know Jareth pretty well, right?"
"Yes, I do." Andy said. "Why do you ask?"
"Because there may be a silver lining in the clouds yet." Sparrow put a hand on Andros's back. She couldn't have reached his shoulder, without straining herself. Damn, it was tough being short sometimes. "And you, Andy, may be able to help me. You know why I'm here, right?"
"Sure, you're the one who's supposed to help Jareth win his lady love."
"Good, we're on the same page, then. How'd you like to help? Seeing as you know J a lot better than I do."
"I might be persuaded to lend a helping hand." Oooo, not only Jareth could do that sexy smirk. Andy had a touch of mischief in him too, all the better. He'd have fun with this, and it might just give Sparrow the help she needed.
"Andy, this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Said Sparrow. "Or at least a way of getting me out of this thing alive…"
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Ah, things are moving along quite well, in my own opinion. I swear, Sarah is going to make her appearance soon, but one does have to set the storyline, and get the scenes all correct, ya know? Oh, and I hope you all like Sparrow and Andros, I find them lots of fun to write. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed this chapter, and remember…
"Please leave a contribution in the little review box"
Emerald, The Lady Destiny a.k.a. Emmy-chan