"All's Fair in Love and War"
By Ann Parker and Whiteowl
Sarah stalked ahead of Miss Parker down the left corridor still angry at what the worm had told her. She started to slow down as she saw another
passageway up ahead and turned her head to tell Miss Parker. "We've got a cross up ahead, which way do you want to go?" Suddenly, Sarah felt her foot slip,
and glanced down. Her eyes widened, there was no cross only a chasm that went straight down for about a hundred feet. The worm's words came back to her,
"Don't go that way, never go that way." Sarah caught her balance and backed away from the chasm. Right into Miss Parker behind her.
"Hey, watch it!" yelled Miss Parker, shoving Sarah forward and right down into the chasm. Miss Parker's eyes grew wide as she saw Sarah disappear.
"Shit! What the hell happened?" she exclaimed as she ran to the edge of the chasm to see Sarah falling. Then in a blink of an eye she saw Jareth
underneath Sarah and catch her. "What is going on?" she yelled somewhat angrily at Jareth. She felt he was up to something.
"Falling for me are we?" Jareth shot the girl in his arms one of his famous smirks.
"Put me down" Sarah commanded. Jareth shrugged and dropped her.
"That better?" he asked dryly, cocking his head to one side and pursing his lips. "You should really be more careful. Next time I may not be here
to catch you and you could get hurt." Sarah just ignored at him as she got up and looked around. The chasm she thought she'd fallen into was really a deep
hole. It was about six feet by six feet with smooth dark rock walls. "There's no way back up." Sarah spun around and came face to face with Jareth.
"Perhaps I could be of service?" he grinned wickedly. Sarah didn't even want to know what he was offering. She tried to move past him but Jareth's arm shot
out pinning her against the rock wall. Sarah gulped, she couldn't think straight with him this close. "Well?" Jareth asked, his voice coming out as a low
pur. Sarah shook herself, she'd been staring into his mismatched eyes. They always mesmerized her.
"I think I can find my own way."
"Oh really?" Jareth lifted an eyebrow.
Miss Parker watched intently the scene below her. "Boy do those two really like to argue. Yet I can see they like each other, so why fight?" she
asked herself.
"Shouldn't you be asking yourself the same question?" came a voice behind her and she spun around. She came face to face with Jarod.
"Jarod...what are you talking about?" she asked, pretending to be clueless. She knew exactly what he was talking about. He was referring to the
tingling sensation that she felt whenever she was in his presence. It was for that feeling that she continued the chase for him. Not that she planned on
ever admitting that to him.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about" he said, appearing behind her and causing a chill to go done her spine.
"What? How?" she asked confused. "How did you do that?"
"A gift from his majesty. You didn't think Jareth would let you win this easily, did you? You get me, you win," he said, now leaning against the
wall to the left of her. After a second, Miss Parker figured it out.
"Great, just what I need. Holographic images of you to add to this mess," she stated sarcastically.
"Yes but the images are very realistic," he purred into her ear. She swore she could feel his breath on her cheek and his hands on her waist. She
spun around to snap at him only to find that he had disappeared.
"Damn it!" she yelled.
"Besides, why would I need your help? I beat you, remember?" Sarah asked sweetly. Jareth glared at her.
"Oh yes, I remember," he stated softly. Sarah flinched, his eyes were cold. "I was generous then, Sarah, this time," he leaned in so that his
lips were almost touching her ear. Sarah let out a startled gasp. "This time, I will be cruel. It seems you are bent on defying me a second time."
Jareth turned away from Sarah. She shivered, feeling cold now that he wasn't close to her anymore. Jareth turned back to face her. He looked at her
haughtily, "But I'm not the only cruel one am I?" He reached out a drew the back of one gloved hand across her cheek. Sarah froze. "Such a cruel girl.
Perhaps we're not so different after all." Then he turned and disappeared. Sarah stared at where he had been in shock.
"Sarah! Earth to Sarah!" yelled Miss Parker. Sarah snapped out of her gaze and looked up. Parker felt hands on her waist again, pushing her
forward. She fell into the hole landing on her ass. "Ow! You could have caught me!" Parker glowered at Sarah. Parker stood up and brushed herself off.
"Damn it, I ripped my skirt."
Jarod's head appeared over the edge of the hole. "Really!" he sounded interested. Parker's head snapped up.
"Why the hell did you push me?! I'm trying to get you out of here."
"And take me back to the Centre? I don't think so. Besides I didn't push you, he did." Jarod pointed to Jareth lounging beside him.
Jareth looked at Sarah and flashed her a smile, "You looked lonely down there." He smiled devilishly, "You have twelve hours and fifteen minutes."
"Good luck," Jarod added. The two vanished.
Ten minutes later:
"So how do we get out of here?" Parker asked. Both women had sat down after trying to think of a way up. And failing.
"I have no idea."
"What!? I thought you did this before!"
"He didn't leave me in a hole last time," Sarah retorted.
Parker stared at her shoes. "Was Jareth wearing heels?"
Sarah blushed. "Um, yes. He always does."
"Does he always wear tights too?"
"At least he doesn't carry around a PEZ dispencer!" Sarah snapped.
"You have your childhood stolen from you and see what happens!"
"You...what?" Sarah looked at Parker.
"Nevermind. But seriously why does he wear tights? He does realize that... nevermind I know why he does."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Parker just looked at her. "Are you kidding me? Are you telling me you've never realized what that...um...shows off?"
Sarah blushed and stared at the floor. "I was fifteen."
"So? I would have."
"So, um how are we going to get out of here?" Sarah asked, desperatly wanting to change the subject from Jareth's tights and what they accentuated.
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Whiteowl: Hehe. This is what happens when one of us gets hyper.
Ann: *sacastically* Wonder which one that was?
W: Hmhm, cabin fever is a wonderful thing.
Ann: Uh huh. Anyway, sorry for the short chapter but we felt it was best to leave it here. Hope you enjoyed it anyway!
Both: Remember the more reviews the faster we write.
Um, any ideas on how to get them out of the hole? We'd appreciate it. Ja ne!
By Ann Parker and Whiteowl
Sarah stalked ahead of Miss Parker down the left corridor still angry at what the worm had told her. She started to slow down as she saw another
passageway up ahead and turned her head to tell Miss Parker. "We've got a cross up ahead, which way do you want to go?" Suddenly, Sarah felt her foot slip,
and glanced down. Her eyes widened, there was no cross only a chasm that went straight down for about a hundred feet. The worm's words came back to her,
"Don't go that way, never go that way." Sarah caught her balance and backed away from the chasm. Right into Miss Parker behind her.
"Hey, watch it!" yelled Miss Parker, shoving Sarah forward and right down into the chasm. Miss Parker's eyes grew wide as she saw Sarah disappear.
"Shit! What the hell happened?" she exclaimed as she ran to the edge of the chasm to see Sarah falling. Then in a blink of an eye she saw Jareth
underneath Sarah and catch her. "What is going on?" she yelled somewhat angrily at Jareth. She felt he was up to something.
"Falling for me are we?" Jareth shot the girl in his arms one of his famous smirks.
"Put me down" Sarah commanded. Jareth shrugged and dropped her.
"That better?" he asked dryly, cocking his head to one side and pursing his lips. "You should really be more careful. Next time I may not be here
to catch you and you could get hurt." Sarah just ignored at him as she got up and looked around. The chasm she thought she'd fallen into was really a deep
hole. It was about six feet by six feet with smooth dark rock walls. "There's no way back up." Sarah spun around and came face to face with Jareth.
"Perhaps I could be of service?" he grinned wickedly. Sarah didn't even want to know what he was offering. She tried to move past him but Jareth's arm shot
out pinning her against the rock wall. Sarah gulped, she couldn't think straight with him this close. "Well?" Jareth asked, his voice coming out as a low
pur. Sarah shook herself, she'd been staring into his mismatched eyes. They always mesmerized her.
"I think I can find my own way."
"Oh really?" Jareth lifted an eyebrow.
Miss Parker watched intently the scene below her. "Boy do those two really like to argue. Yet I can see they like each other, so why fight?" she
asked herself.
"Shouldn't you be asking yourself the same question?" came a voice behind her and she spun around. She came face to face with Jarod.
"Jarod...what are you talking about?" she asked, pretending to be clueless. She knew exactly what he was talking about. He was referring to the
tingling sensation that she felt whenever she was in his presence. It was for that feeling that she continued the chase for him. Not that she planned on
ever admitting that to him.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about" he said, appearing behind her and causing a chill to go done her spine.
"What? How?" she asked confused. "How did you do that?"
"A gift from his majesty. You didn't think Jareth would let you win this easily, did you? You get me, you win," he said, now leaning against the
wall to the left of her. After a second, Miss Parker figured it out.
"Great, just what I need. Holographic images of you to add to this mess," she stated sarcastically.
"Yes but the images are very realistic," he purred into her ear. She swore she could feel his breath on her cheek and his hands on her waist. She
spun around to snap at him only to find that he had disappeared.
"Damn it!" she yelled.
"Besides, why would I need your help? I beat you, remember?" Sarah asked sweetly. Jareth glared at her.
"Oh yes, I remember," he stated softly. Sarah flinched, his eyes were cold. "I was generous then, Sarah, this time," he leaned in so that his
lips were almost touching her ear. Sarah let out a startled gasp. "This time, I will be cruel. It seems you are bent on defying me a second time."
Jareth turned away from Sarah. She shivered, feeling cold now that he wasn't close to her anymore. Jareth turned back to face her. He looked at her
haughtily, "But I'm not the only cruel one am I?" He reached out a drew the back of one gloved hand across her cheek. Sarah froze. "Such a cruel girl.
Perhaps we're not so different after all." Then he turned and disappeared. Sarah stared at where he had been in shock.
"Sarah! Earth to Sarah!" yelled Miss Parker. Sarah snapped out of her gaze and looked up. Parker felt hands on her waist again, pushing her
forward. She fell into the hole landing on her ass. "Ow! You could have caught me!" Parker glowered at Sarah. Parker stood up and brushed herself off.
"Damn it, I ripped my skirt."
Jarod's head appeared over the edge of the hole. "Really!" he sounded interested. Parker's head snapped up.
"Why the hell did you push me?! I'm trying to get you out of here."
"And take me back to the Centre? I don't think so. Besides I didn't push you, he did." Jarod pointed to Jareth lounging beside him.
Jareth looked at Sarah and flashed her a smile, "You looked lonely down there." He smiled devilishly, "You have twelve hours and fifteen minutes."
"Good luck," Jarod added. The two vanished.
Ten minutes later:
"So how do we get out of here?" Parker asked. Both women had sat down after trying to think of a way up. And failing.
"I have no idea."
"What!? I thought you did this before!"
"He didn't leave me in a hole last time," Sarah retorted.
Parker stared at her shoes. "Was Jareth wearing heels?"
Sarah blushed. "Um, yes. He always does."
"Does he always wear tights too?"
"At least he doesn't carry around a PEZ dispencer!" Sarah snapped.
"You have your childhood stolen from you and see what happens!"
"You...what?" Sarah looked at Parker.
"Nevermind. But seriously why does he wear tights? He does realize that... nevermind I know why he does."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Parker just looked at her. "Are you kidding me? Are you telling me you've never realized what that...um...shows off?"
Sarah blushed and stared at the floor. "I was fifteen."
"So? I would have."
"So, um how are we going to get out of here?" Sarah asked, desperatly wanting to change the subject from Jareth's tights and what they accentuated.
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Whiteowl: Hehe. This is what happens when one of us gets hyper.
Ann: *sacastically* Wonder which one that was?
W: Hmhm, cabin fever is a wonderful thing.
Ann: Uh huh. Anyway, sorry for the short chapter but we felt it was best to leave it here. Hope you enjoyed it anyway!
Both: Remember the more reviews the faster we write.
Um, any ideas on how to get them out of the hole? We'd appreciate it. Ja ne!