Chapter Two
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A/N - Yay! I finally wrote something! I couldn't help it! I know this is supposed to be a serious story but I just had this great idea and unwittingly slipped it back into humour! Sorry if you're an angstophile but that's the way I am!
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"Father!" Arian called as the castle doors slammed behind her. "Are you there?" she said checking Jareth's study. There was no one there except a few spiders and a mountain of half finished paperwork. She put her stuff down and made a quick circuit of the castle but again there was no sign of him so she went back to the study to look for clues.
"Now, let's see. It's too early for him to go flying and he doesn't have any events or appointments to attend to… He may have gone out but he hasn't done that since 1973..." her eye fell on a small slip of paper on the desk with gold edges and neat swirly writing all over it. Arian's eyes went wide with shock. "No!"
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Jareth sat in a dark corner of the Escher room. To the untrained eye it looked he was having his usual brooding session but over the years Arian had learned to tell when it actually meant something and when he just fishing for attention.
"Father?" she called. Several stairways moved in response making the Goblin King impossible to reach. "Oh, don't be like that!" Arian exclaimed and scribbled down some words and made a colossal jump across the room and onto the ledge where he was sitting.
"Nice jump!" Jareth exclaimed.
"Thanks. Toby dragged me off the see the Matrix the other day and I thought I'd copy it" Arian joked but failed to get a reaction. "Oh don't be depressed! I brought you some lemonade." she said enticingly and held out the plastic bottle.
"I'm not depressed." Jareth mumbled and took a swig of lemonade.
"You can't keep things bottled up like this. The last time you did that we didn't speak for two years!" cried Arian. "And why didn't you say your birthday was coming up? Grandmother's throwing you a party and everything."
"Do you know how old I am, love?" the Goblin King asked.
"I haven't got a clue." she replied truthfully. The Fae looked pretty much the same all their lives so it was impossible to tell.
"I'll be four hundred in two weeks."
"Ouch!"
"Precisely. Where did all that time go? What exactly have I achieved in all this?"
"Oh God, Father! You're not going to have a mid life crisis on me are you?"
"I mean I haven't gone out an enjoyed myself since 1973! I haven't been out with a woman since the Beatles stopped touring! I've got to get out there before its too late!" said Jareth and jumped up.
"Father! No!"
"I'm going for a fly, Arian. I may be some time!" he called and sprinted out the room.
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"And then he just turned into an owl and flew out the window." Arian explained to Sarah worriedly.
"Four hundred you say?" said the older woman.
"I'm worried, Sarah. He's never acted like this before."
"I must find out which face cream he uses."
"SARAH!"
"Oh yeah! Right, right." said Sarah. "Well if he's anything like my father, he'll either get married to someone half his age on the spur of the moment or buy a Jaguar S-type."
"Oh my God!"
"Or if he's like my step mom he'll drop everything and become a journalist in New York."
"That's not so bad but still, Oh my God!"
"Don't worry, Arian. I'm sure it'll all turn out OK." said Sarah. "I'm sure your dad knows where his priorities are."
"I hope so." said Arian "Do you mind if I stay here tonight. I'm too angry to go home at the moment."
"Sure you can."
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Unknown to either of them, Toby was eavesdropping outside the living room door. Arian was staying here! Actually spending the night! She had obviously had a problem at home. Toby bristled at the thought of that no good excuse for a father doing anything to upset his Black Star. Wait! Where did that come from? He must've thought up the name because of her eyes. On the bright side, perhaps this was what he needed to get her to open up to him and show him her trust. Toby smiled, then maybe he could tell her how he felt…
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A/N - Yay! I finally wrote something! I couldn't help it! I know this is supposed to be a serious story but I just had this great idea and unwittingly slipped it back into humour! Sorry if you're an angstophile but that's the way I am!
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"Father!" Arian called as the castle doors slammed behind her. "Are you there?" she said checking Jareth's study. There was no one there except a few spiders and a mountain of half finished paperwork. She put her stuff down and made a quick circuit of the castle but again there was no sign of him so she went back to the study to look for clues.
"Now, let's see. It's too early for him to go flying and he doesn't have any events or appointments to attend to… He may have gone out but he hasn't done that since 1973..." her eye fell on a small slip of paper on the desk with gold edges and neat swirly writing all over it. Arian's eyes went wide with shock. "No!"
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Jareth sat in a dark corner of the Escher room. To the untrained eye it looked he was having his usual brooding session but over the years Arian had learned to tell when it actually meant something and when he just fishing for attention.
"Father?" she called. Several stairways moved in response making the Goblin King impossible to reach. "Oh, don't be like that!" Arian exclaimed and scribbled down some words and made a colossal jump across the room and onto the ledge where he was sitting.
"Nice jump!" Jareth exclaimed.
"Thanks. Toby dragged me off the see the Matrix the other day and I thought I'd copy it" Arian joked but failed to get a reaction. "Oh don't be depressed! I brought you some lemonade." she said enticingly and held out the plastic bottle.
"I'm not depressed." Jareth mumbled and took a swig of lemonade.
"You can't keep things bottled up like this. The last time you did that we didn't speak for two years!" cried Arian. "And why didn't you say your birthday was coming up? Grandmother's throwing you a party and everything."
"Do you know how old I am, love?" the Goblin King asked.
"I haven't got a clue." she replied truthfully. The Fae looked pretty much the same all their lives so it was impossible to tell.
"I'll be four hundred in two weeks."
"Ouch!"
"Precisely. Where did all that time go? What exactly have I achieved in all this?"
"Oh God, Father! You're not going to have a mid life crisis on me are you?"
"I mean I haven't gone out an enjoyed myself since 1973! I haven't been out with a woman since the Beatles stopped touring! I've got to get out there before its too late!" said Jareth and jumped up.
"Father! No!"
"I'm going for a fly, Arian. I may be some time!" he called and sprinted out the room.
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"And then he just turned into an owl and flew out the window." Arian explained to Sarah worriedly.
"Four hundred you say?" said the older woman.
"I'm worried, Sarah. He's never acted like this before."
"I must find out which face cream he uses."
"SARAH!"
"Oh yeah! Right, right." said Sarah. "Well if he's anything like my father, he'll either get married to someone half his age on the spur of the moment or buy a Jaguar S-type."
"Oh my God!"
"Or if he's like my step mom he'll drop everything and become a journalist in New York."
"That's not so bad but still, Oh my God!"
"Don't worry, Arian. I'm sure it'll all turn out OK." said Sarah. "I'm sure your dad knows where his priorities are."
"I hope so." said Arian "Do you mind if I stay here tonight. I'm too angry to go home at the moment."
"Sure you can."
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Unknown to either of them, Toby was eavesdropping outside the living room door. Arian was staying here! Actually spending the night! She had obviously had a problem at home. Toby bristled at the thought of that no good excuse for a father doing anything to upset his Black Star. Wait! Where did that come from? He must've thought up the name because of her eyes. On the bright side, perhaps this was what he needed to get her to open up to him and show him her trust. Toby smiled, then maybe he could tell her how he felt…