A Prophecy Speaks
Author's Note: I own nothing to do with Labyrinth.
Chapter 4 –or- No Time to Lose
"Your Majesty," Sarah greeted him with an inclination of her head.
Jareth tried not to think of the way she looked in those pajamas. Ladies in the Underground did not wear pajamas like that. He could see the curve of one creamy breast where the buttons started on the loose top. Her little feet poked out from under the pants, and her toenails were painted a cheerful shade of red. Her hair was wet, and brought back in a braid, exposing the silky curve of her neck. He shook his head.
"I might as well get to the point," Jareth said as Sarah arched her eyebrow quizzically, "I need you to read this." Jareth shoved a copy of the prophecy at her.
Sarah pulled out her reading glasses and read the paper in front of her. She slowly started to pale and even started to look a little frightened.
"Who spoke it?" She finally asked, removing her glasses with shaking hands.
"A monk from the elvish realm, I believe. It predicted my brother's death, predicted my ascension to the Goblin Throne, and now it predicts that you and I must be joined together...in every sense of the word." Jareth finished, managing to look a bit shy and even sheepish.
Sarah blushed in spite of herself. Carnal knowledge of Jareth was something that made her shiver. Lord knows she had the naughty dreams, the dreams that had his fingers trailing across her bare skin, his breath hot on her neck. Her nails dug into and ranked down his smooth back. Those dreams made her wake up, sweating and panting with unfulfilled desire She shook herself out of her reverie.
"Sarah? When exactly do you turn 25?" Jareth asked her after a moment of contemplation.
"A month." She said quickly."Only a month..."Sarah said with a twinge of disbelief.
"Sarah, I do not wish to vex you in any way, but this does mean we have 4 months to marry and, well, consummate." Jareth told her pointedly, though he flushed slightly at the word 'consummate'.
"I know. It says I will basically have the same powers as you?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
"You will become the Goblin Queen, and Mistress of the Labyrinth. I am very powerful, Sarah. Two such powers cannot rule the same land without being joined. Even without the prophecy that would be true.My mother was not technically the Goblin Queen. She was the Princess Consort. My father, the former King, was nearly as powerful as I am. The lines of monarchy do not usually run this way when a King marries a commoner, "Jareth explained, "which you technically are. But, when it says your power will equal my own, your title will have to also." He finished.
"Well, I guess I get to be Queen then. I certainly don't want to die." Sarah smirked, but at the same time felt scared shitless.
"Would it really be all that bad, Sarah?" Jareth asked her coldly.
"Give me a week, Jareth. I need a week to prepare." Sarah implored him.
"In one week's time, sit before this mirror and say my name." Jareth told her. He changed into a snowy owl and flew off into the night.
a/n: a lot of people felt Sarah would need more than a week. Sarah lives alone, and she does not have a terrible amount of possessions. She lives in a studio apartment. she also does not have a 9-5 job since she writes plays for a living. since i have packed up a two bedroom apartment filled with stuff in three days i felt sarah could pack and get everything organized in a week. there's the explanation.