Disclamer: I wish I owned Sarah, Labyrinth and Jareth. Key word here being wish. I do own Raewyn and Jamie though!
A/N sorry it's so short; I just wanted a transitional chapter! Thanks for the reviews so far! I will get a longer chapter out soon hopefully.
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Emancipation or Anarchy
Chapter Four: Sarah's Return
Jamie had become bored, and being the wonderfully resourceful little girl she was she had quickly invented a new game- 'Goblin Hopscotch'. It was much like the traditional game with a small, or large exception depending how you looked at it. Instead of throwing a small stone onto the squares you kicked a Goblin onto a square. This was much more entertaining, pandemonium assured. It seemed like there was less gravity in the underground because everything seemed to fly further. She picked up a small dullard Goblin with a pointy beak, too stupid to get out of her way quickly enough. Carefully she aligned it on the onyx cobbled stone floor. Stepping back to get a good run up, Jamie let her foot connect and the Goblin flew beak first……
…..Straight into the Goblin Kings head
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"Add being hit in the head by one of my own minions to the list." He grumbled angrily. Beside him Sarah crushed his hand in a death grip. Sarah's mind boggled. Her Jamie… Safe? Still Human? Jamie however screamed "MUMMY" at the top of her lungs and Jareth and Sarah finally released hands. Jareth to clamp his hand over his bruised and deafened ear and Sarah to catch Jamie as she threw herself at Sarah. Sarah spun Jamie high in the air. Finally setting her on her feet Jamie started miming her epic adventure in a giant rush.
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Jareth watched on, surprised at how Jamie had all of Sarah's mannerisms down to a fine art. The gesture, pout, hair…. Seeing her like a second Sarah he could almost forgive her for brutalizing his troops. Almost. He had after all left her alone with nothing to do and she had made the best of an interesting situation. As he watched, Jamie let out a yawn big enough to take out a chunk of the palace if she wasn't careful. It was only lunch time, but he had forgotten haw coming to the underground took it out of mortals like Jamie. Not to mention Sarah had just summoned enough power to…. He didn't even want to think of that now. Jamie fell into her mother's arms, so trusting and vulnerable. He felt strange just watching them. Before this emotion could spill over he called a servant to take them to their rooms.
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Raewyn had been a servant at the Palace for a good 60 years- and never once seen this. Goblins were wrecking havoc, As per usual. Jareth was standing on the dais, As per usual. Wait… he was smiling? Her eyes widened as she saw the direction of his smile. There was an adult human. An adult human and a small child human? The last time a human older than infancy had been here was when that girl defeated the Labyrinth. She spat in disgust. Nothing had ever been the same. Had someone else defeated it? Hold up…. She seemed somewhat familiar…. The king looked up and beckoned her forward. "Take these two to the dignitary guest suite." When she gave him a curious look he simply snapped imperiously "Now!"
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Sarah looked up from Jamie and Stared. A tall woman with aqua skin stood talking to Jareth. Could it be a Water Nymph. Her smooth skin seemed near translucent and azure coloured. It sparked like spring water when it came in contact with light, tantalizingly refreshing. Turning her aqua eyes on Sarah, she closed her mouth with an audible 'click'. She seemed to be as curious about Sarah as Sarah was about her. "Greetings, I am Raewyn of Shecil. I will take you to your rooms now." Her voice was deep, yet strangely articulate. In her arms Jamie turned to see Raewyn and yawned. Sarah stared in disbelief. Could anyone who had spent there whole life in relative 'normalcy' see such spectacles with no surprise or awe? Shaking her head she stood to follow Raewyn. Acceptance. Yet Another term to inspect for true definition. And to think she had been settling into the rut of everyday life. Not
The room was huge a cavernous, lit with millions of candles. In the underground, the time is opposite to earth. On earth it was 11am. In the underground it was 11pm. "Wow" Sarah stated reverently. Jamie however ran forward and took a huge flying leap onto the vast, double (more like quad) bed. Bounce….. Bounce…..Bounce…… That girl was on a serious high. Turning to talk to Raewyn, She found the water nymph had vanished. Shrugging she turned around to investigate the enormous room. One door off the side led to a smaller room with a single bed; Jamie's she presumed. Another door opened to a massive walk in wardrobe that Sarah promised herself to inspect closer tomorrow. The last door led to a bathroom. It was unlit, but from what she could tell it had a swimming pool sized bath. She yawned and turned back to the main room. It was Cream with an (from what she could tell, candles don't illuminate that well) Emerald trim, the now ruffled bedspread was emerald, as were the massive old fashioned curtains.
Jamie had quit bouncing and was curled in a tight cat-like ball at the end of the bed. Remembering a few tricks from her last visit to Labyrinth she decided to experiment. Closing her eyes she firmly focused on wanting. When she opened her eyes a tidy pile of blue stripped summer pyjamas were waiting for her. Not what she usually wore but far safer by comparison considering. Having no doubt that Jareth would be watching in on of his crystals, she formed a small blocking shield around herself. This was all she could manage but she was grateful for it as she stripped of grass stained jeans and put on fresh pyjamas. Dissipating the shield she lifted Jamie with a groan (she could swear Jamie got heavier everyday) and carried her to the smaller bed. The sheets were silky and were covered with a singly thick, incredibly downy duvet. Pulling the covers up to Jamie's neck she gently pushed the loose brown hair from her face. Looking up slightly she noticed the lifelike fairy carvings deep in the huge wooden headrest.
Why did he bring her to the underground for Jamie? She knew Jareth was incapable of kindness with out this action being in some way useful to his own cause. Did she know? Why had he come to her in the first place? Jessie had wished Jamie away, not her. When she had first 'got' magic she had thought that Jareth would have noticed a magical disturbance and come to investigate. However when he failed to appear after the first few 'experiences' she stopped worrying. In truth she seriously needed help to control her magic. Too much of the time it simply played fickly with her emotions, uncontrollable at the best of times. Climbing into the huge bed she buried her head under the thick duvet. She always preferred to sleep like this, one her side with one arm supporting her head and neck. Closing her eyes she wanted the candles off. She'd find out the answers tomorrow. Right now it seemed more important to get a good night sleep so to rally her strength against Jareths. As she began to drift to an uneasy sleep she heard a door creak open and a strange weight settle on the end of the bed. Smiling she lifted the covers slightly to allow Jamie to climb in beside her. She smuggled against Sarah before promptly falling asleep. Maybe tomorrow wouldn't be so bad after all, Sarah though sliding her arm over her little girl. What's the worst that could happen?
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A/N once again, it is a small transitional chapter!