Sometimes my dreams are haunted
A Labyrinth Fanfiction
By Gersemi
Disclaimer: I own nothing and nobody from the Labyrinth universe. I'm just making them jump through hoops, but I promise to give them back when I'm through with them. Don't sue me.
A/N: Bored, bored, bored, that's what I am. This is what came out of one boring afternoon on my spring break.
Sometimes my dreams are haunted
Jareth, the King of the Goblins, stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, the silken bed sheet clinging to his thin, sweaty form. His eyes, one brown, the other blue, were blurred with something like fear, and regret. He'd dreamed again.
Of her.
Sarah was in his dreams very often, but most of those dreams were harmless, little re-runs of her rejection. He'd come to grips with those. Wasn't like he had a choice.
But some dreams were different. That were the ones he really feared.
Because in those he had won over Sarah.
"Sarah."
She looked up at him, her hazel eyes blurred with tears like so often, but behind the tears he would always see joy. Joy in seeing him.
His white hand went through her brunette hair, making her giggle like the little girl she was. She looked up, smiling broadly. "Did you bring something for me?"
Jareth nodded, and pulled a small crystal out of thin air, laying it in Sarah's hand. "The most wonderful of dreams, Sarah."
She closed her eyes, and her face split into a delighted grin. "Oh, Jareth, it's beautiful."
He smiled, and softly took her hand into his, kissing her flesh lightly. "Just like you, my dear."
He had been right when he had said he would be her slave, because that was what he had become. Her slave. The Underground existed simply for her entertainment, and everything he did, he did it for her.
And she knew it, and played with him, always keeping him only that bit away, dancing out of his reach whenever he tried to get a hold on her. The laws of the Labyrinth and the Underground had come to her much faster than even he would have expected.
Now she was leaning against him, letting him hold her without really being present, smiling at the little presents he produced for her without really acknowledging them.
And Jareth found that it was enough for him.
She didn't fear him, and he was satisfied with it, found pleasure in just having her around him. She didn't need to love him, or fear him, or do anything he demanded.
She just had to be there, had only to let him love her.
It was enough.
Jareth, the King of the Goblins, stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, the silken bed sheet clinging to his thin, sweaty form. His eyes, one brown, the other blue, were blurred with something like fear, and regret. He'd dreamed again.
Of her.
Sarah was in his dreams very often, but most of those dreams were harmless, little re-runs of her rejection. He'd come to grips with those. Wasn't like he had a choice.
But some dreams were different. That were the ones he really feared.
Because in those he had won over Sarah. Had brought her to the Underground to be his Queen. But she wasn't.
And when those dreams came, Jareth understood that he could never win over Sarah.
He had no power over her.
The END