Taming Jareth's hair
Sarah awoke several hours later, savoring the last of the much needed sleep. She yawned, and, standing she walked over to the mirror hanging over her bureau before realizing that Jareth himself was no longer in the bed, his fevered face looking as innocent as a child's as he slept, sweat glistening above his lip, his moaning as he began to hallucinate, seeing figures that weren't really there at all, speaking softly to himself. In confusion she wandered into the hallway and to the throne room where she saw Jareth sitting lazily as if he had never been ill to begin with, he glanced over and noticed Sarah in the doorway, smiling he walked over to her, "I owe you for caring for me so anything you wish of, within the boundaries of the underground that is-" Jareth chuckled to himself.
Instantly Sarah opened her mouth, "if you owe me then allow me to comb and cut your hair."
Jareth looked frustrated but agreed to allow her to do so eventually. "At least you didn't ask to go home..." He grumbled.
"To my room!" Sarah said, running back to the room, she found a pear of heavy duty scissors and a set of brushes and combs, there was shampoo that smelled mildly of green apple by the sink and in the tub sat the conditioner that went with it, Jareth came in then, his mismatch eyes looking uncomfortably at the brushes and scissors, "Come on Jareth, you slowpoke, into the bathroom!" Sarah said.
Jareth rolled his eyes and went in, Sarah forced him to sit by the tub and ran lukewarm water over his head before applying the shampoo, she massaged it into his scalp for about five minutes before forcing his head back under the faucet. He seemed to loosen a bit at the feel of the water running over his head before Sarah lifted his head back up and applied half of the bottle of conditioner, laughing slightly as Jareth shuddered at the coolness of it. Sarah turned off the water for a moment, "I believe we should wait for about FIVE minutes just to be sure it makes it a little easier to brush..." Sarah said, staring into Jareth's face.
To pass the time Sarah began to pace the room, finally the time was up and she turned the water on, twiddling with the faucets until she had it temperatured just right before forcing Jareth under again, the conditioning ran cleanly from his hair and once again the water was shut off, a towel was applied to his head and rubbed against his head, at times extracting a small painful yelp as it grabbed some very sensitive hair, the yelps went unbeknownst to Sarah as she pulled out a brush.
Sarah then began to pull the brush unhaltingly through his ratty hair; Jareth at times reached up and grabbed the brush, only to Sarah's complaints before handing it back to her in frustration. Finally he couldn't take it anymore, "STOP!!!" He roared, slapping the brush from her hand, "Just stop, what're you trying to do rip my head off?"
"Why not?" Sarah asked haughtily, "at least then I wouldn't have to deal with your arrogance!"
Jareth slapped her, listening to the triumphant thwacking sound and feeling the smug tingling beginning in his hand before his mind caught up with him, by then she had already run from the bathroom, he walked into the room just in time to see her jump from the balcony and into the bushes below. Sarah ran blindly through her tears, the labyrinth seemed to be calling her back into it's depths and she answered the calling, she ran around twists and turns before she felt the ground fall away beneath her, Sarah let out a scream as she fell into utter blackness, falling for nearly a minute before she hit the ground below with a resounding thud, a lantern was lit as Sarah noticed that Hoggle once more stood before her, "Hoggle!" She cried, "What're you doing here?"
The dwarf looked slightly uncomfortable, "I was sent to take you back to Jareth," He said in a teary voice.
Sarah looked down and screamed at what she saw... what lay before her were the remains of her stepmother, "Oh, Karen." She gasped, "Why did you have to become so blackhearted, why not be the way you were back when Toby was a babe? None of this would have happened..."
What lay before her were tattered and bloodstained clothing, with a name pinned on it... In bold print were the words: Hi, my name is Karen! Sarah backed away from the bones, picked clean by greedy goblins, and the torn cloth, she backed straight into something hard, and, looking up, Sarah saw a pair of mismatch eyes before she was lifted into the air, kicking and screaming, her fist made contact with a nose and she felt it shatter beneath the fury of her fist, there was a gasp, and she was dropped, blood poured down Jareth's face, originating at the nose. "S-stay a-away, murderer!" She cried tearing for the door behind Jareth, she managed to slip out and found herself in the forest, out of breath she leaned against a rock.
"Ello, again!" Piped a tiny voice, "Would you like to meet the missus now? We've finally moved to our summer resort in the most scenic place in the labyrinth..."
"Yeah, fine, I'll meet your wife..." Sarah said, hoping for shelter from Jareth's eye.
She followed the worm to a hole in the ground, "I'd never fit in there!" She cried sullenly.
"Yes, you would, just jump!" The worm said.
Sarah did, and as she slipped into the hole she saw Jareth peer, fear entered his eyes and he raised a hand, "No! Don't!" He cried as she fell into the hole.
She fell on her rump and looked at the worm, gasping, "How am I your size?"
"Why it's magic o' course, silly girl... now where is she? Frances, Frannie!" He called, "We have a guest for supper.
"That's great dear; bring her into the dining area for some tea." Came a sweet voice from the back.
Sarah followed the worm and sat in the dirt, Frannie came out with a small chin cup filled with tea, Sarah gulped the glass and began to talk, "It's... so s-sweet of you guys to invite me in and all... but I really must go..."
"Oh but you can't!" Said Frannie, grinning maliciously.
The world began to spin about Sarah, "What... what was in- that tea?" She asked, her voice slurring slightly.
"Oh... that, it's just slowly paralyzing your body so that you can't do anything when we cut into your pink little flesh... you'll suffer much and wish death was upon you before the end..."
Sarah stood and ran, her legs felt as if they were numbing and were nearly useless as she began to climb the dirt wall, halfway up her legs finally became totally useless, her arms were flubbery as she managed to climb out, her original size was restored and she collapsed the instant she was out, Jareth was quite suddenly standing over her, "Never trust the worms of the underground!" He shouted furiously, "They deceive you, get you to go inside for a cup of tea and then paralize you-" His voice became more and more distant to Sarah as she slipped into a black void...
A/N Well... there's the next chapter for ya, couldn't sleep becausethis chapter wouldn't leave me alone.... Anyway, flames are also welcome, tell me if my story sux or has any mistakes, you know? Anyway, I'm not much of a chatter, so I'll be going, R&R plz!!!J