Like Mother, Like Daughter
By: Kryptonite
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" Wake up little mistress." A small little voice called into Jamie's ear the next morning. Opening her eyes was probably a mistake.
" What are you doing here? You're a fairy!" Jamie suddenly remembered what her mom had said about a fairy biting her when she had tried to help. Grabbing a book she pointed it at the little creature.
" Blame Master Jareth, milady. He sent me to wake you up so you wouldn't be late. He'll be waiting for you at the spot he dropped you off at yesterday. Can I go now?" The fairy was whispering, and yet it still sounded like a normal person.
" Yes." Jamie set the book down as the little being disappeared. Glancing at her clock she realized she was up an hour before her mom would call her to get up. " Wow. I can actually eat breakfast this morning… never mind." Jamie went about checking her backpack, listening for sounds to tell her that her dad had left.
About ten minutes after the sound of a car leaving the driveway, Sarah came into Jamie's room.
" Oh. You're up. You don't want to be late to school." Sarah's voice was monotone and she was hiding something in her hands.
" Mom? What is it?" As Jamie got closer Sarah suddenly turned vicious, and Jamie could see the bruise on her mother's face.
" Its all your fault! If you hadn't been born! I hate you!" Sarah screamed, each word punctuated by desperate blows that soon covered Jamie in fresh cuts and bruises. Taking the last minutes she had Jamie stepped gingerly into the shower, letting the blood flow out before switching the water off and grabbing a towel.
Being careful as she dabbed herself dry, Jamie grabbed a long sleeve shirt to wear under her short sleeve button up shirt and pulled on her jeans, socks and worn-in tennis shoes. Taking some concealer she had bought a while ago, Jamie managed to smooth it on over the cuts and bruises, hiding the majority of it from public view.
Bouncing out the door she watched as the bus drove by, cursing slightly since she hadn't wanted to run into Jareth. He was bound to notice something. Walking quickly Jamie kept her head down as she jogged past the Jag. Jareth looked startled before he was walking next to her.
" What's wrong?" He asked, keeping pace easily.
" Nothing." Jamie muttered, face down.
" Jamie." Jareth's hand clutching at her arm to get her to stop was what made the tears fall from her eyes. " Jamie?" She didn't even try to get out of his grasp, knowing that would just make her entire body ache worse. She registered Jareth's hand waving over her face but she didn't see it as her eyes were jammed shut, trying to make the tears stop.
" Go away." She whispered as he just stood there, his grip loosening slightly.
" What…" Jamie glanced up at Jareth, staring through the tears. At the same time his face was set in anger, he was trying to make Jamie feel better.
" I don't want to go to school." She muttered, trying to stop crying.
" Where do you want to go?" He asked, resisting the urge to cradle her cheek and wipe the tears away. Jamie smiled, blinking her tears away.
" Ireland. I want to take the Jag and drive all over Ireland." Jamie whirled around and when she opened her eyes again they were indeed driving through open countryside. The top of the Jag was down and the wind was rushing through her hair, causing it stream out behind her.
" Happy?" Jareth called over the wind as Jamie just tilted her face up to the sun.
" Very!" She called back, relishing the feel of the wind.
" We'll be in Dublin in twenty minutes."
" Oh my god, you're serious." She spoke, coming off her high in a second.
" Of course." He answered, looking her way. " Feel any better?" He questioned, motioning with one hand towards her face. With that Jamie realized that she didn't feel any of the fresh cuts stinging her face, arms, legs and back. It also took her a moment to realize that she wasn't wearing the shirts she had so carefully pulled on that morning.
" What did you do?" Jareth knew she was talking about the abrasions.
" I knew you had wanted to wear that top today so I took the liberty-"
" Of undressing me?" Jareth just smirked.
" Yes." Jamie huffed her way down into the corner of the seat, arms crossed over her chest. It was twenty-three minutes before they were actually in the city's limits and Jamie was still pouting.
" Smile, you look so much nicer when you do." Jareth laughed, touching his fingers to her chin. She just snapped her teeth at him.
" I get to pick where we go."
" By all means." Jareth conceded, smiling as the excited look filled her eyes once more.
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A/N: To my two reviewers (again)… THANK YOU! Here's a cookie. *hands a cookie to Krystal and applekrisp* And ak14, sorry but I don't like the Eagles simply because they beat the Packers. Sorry they lost though. BTW I figured out how much Jareth's Jag costs: $85,995. *whistles* Expensive, ain't it? I just thought this was a good place to end so *shrugs* I'll go more into the actual 'Irish Experience' next chapter. And doesn't the whole changing Jamie's outfit seem so… Jareth like?
Cheers.