Ok, people, you need to learn how to flame better. Your little sparks ain't working. I WANT A BON FIRE DAMMIT!
Solea: Yes, yes, I know she's immature in this chappy. She will be acting older though. And remember, that's Jared. (Grins) The same but different.
Raydias: Well, thank you. I have a lot of the story written in my head, but some parts are fuzzy because, well, I WAS sick when I made it up.
Vickster223: Are you a mind reader?
Lady of the Labyrinth: Muahahahahaha-heehee. I love confusing readers. And maybe she is PMSing? Jareth will not be Mr. Perfect in my story, don't worry. And Jack-Jack will be wished away! But it will be like a one-shot comedy thing, not a real story.
Angela: Thag you berry buch. And you shall see why she runs when I get there. (Suddenly realizes this is my story and I can make Jareth do whatever I want…Grins evilly)
Obsessor-of-inuyasha: I'm glad you enjoyed it?
Oh…I mean…(Shifty eyes)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth but I will soon own labyrinth underwear…I mean…I really have to watch what I type.
Sarah awoke to fine Toby sitting on her stomach.
She groaned and tossed him off, but was unable to keep the smile off her face.
"Sleepy head, it's 8:00!" Toby laughed as he peeked over the edge of the bed.
That caused Sarah to shoot up into a sitting position.
"What! I'm going to be late!" she cried as she jumped off her bed, ushered her little brother out, and quickly changed clothes.
Rushing out of the house she tripped over the giant sheepdog that was lying on the front porch.
"Merlin!" she sighed as she got up and shouldered her bag once more as she ran down the street.
"Hey Sarah, need a ride?" a familiar voice shouted.
She turned her head to see Jared slowly driving next to the sidewalk.
"Yeah, thanks," she said as she opened the door and hopped in.
She still couldn't explain why she was late; she set the alarm for 5 o' Clock.
Shaking her head she looked over to the young man she was sitting next to.
"Thanks, again, for today and yesterday. My car's in the shop and my step-mom never drives me anywhere," she explained.
"I understand," Jared smiled.
"Thanks Jareth, Jared," she corrected herself.
Mentally she kicked herself.
"Jareth?" he asked with a quirked brow.
"What? Oh, sorry, I guess that name just slipped out of my mouth. It sounds so much like yours. It's just this name, sorry."
"It's ok. So, how are you doing today?"
"Oh, fine I guess. My clock must have gotten unplug last night or something though."
She thought about how that could have happened, since she went straight to bed again after finishing her meal.
Then she remembered what else happened the night before; the encounter with the owl.
Shivering from a chilling feeling within her bones she scrunched down in the seat.
"You ok Sarah? You look a bit pale."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just…thinking," she answered with a shrug.
Jared nodded as he continued driving.
Soon they arrived to the school, Jared getting out and opening Sarah's door for her.
"My, what the gentleman," she teased.
Jared only smiled as he grabbed her bag and carried her things.
As they walked down the halls of the school Sarah could swear every eye, especially those belonging to the females, were on her and Jared, well, mostly Jared.
Ok they just glanced at her as they all eyed Jared.
Upon arriving to her homeroom Sarah grabbed her stuff.
"So, what homeroom do you have?" she asked as she waited outside her door.
"Um, room 307," he answered as he looked at a slip of paper.
Sarah looked up at the number above her room.
"307. You bunk with me. Come on, we don't want to be even later."
So Sarah pulled Jared behind her and to her desk. Luckily, and conveniently, there was an empty seat right next to it.
"Sarah, who's your new friend?"
Sarah turned around to see Ginger looking at Jared with dreamy eyes.
Rolling her eyes she sighed.
"Ginger, did your Male Radar pick him up before or after he entered the room?"
Ginger glanced over at Sarah with a twinkle in her eyes. "After," she breathed as she licked her top lip.
"Ging, most guys like it when you play hard to get, remember?" Sarah asked as pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
Sarah could have sworn she saw Jared bite his cheek as if to keep from saying something.
"I'll leave that up to the guys," Ginger decided as she went back to her own business.
Lunch hour.
Sarah sat down at the table, wondering if she would see Jared.
It turned out that they had almost all the same classes together.
All day Sarah could not get Jared out of her head.
But every time she thought about Jared, someone else popped into her head; Jareth.
She thought again about the owl. She had been feeling a little out of it that day, and when she met Jared old memories bloomed into her head.
Old feelings.
She stared down at her mash potatoes as her eyes saw other things.
As her mind wandered about other things, her hand picked up her spork and began working the cold potatoes into shapes.
She could almost envision the look of hurt on the owl's face as it turned into Jareth's.
Unknown why and unwillingly tears began to form in Sarah's eyes.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered.
"For what? And what are you doing with your spuds?"
Sarah wiped her tears away quickly as she turned around to see Jared sit beside her.
"Huh? Oh, I was just thinking out loud," Sarah answered as she looked at her potatoes to see what Jared was talking about.
She gasped and sat back at what she saw.
In her potatoes she had made a small labyrinth, and in the center of which was a small dab of spud.
Pushing her plate away Sarah sighed.
"You ok Sarah? You've been acting kind of funny all day."
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Jared looked at her with concern on his face before pulling out his binder.
Jared pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil.
Sarah looked over when he started scribbling and shot out away from the table when she saw what it was.
It was a picture of a white moon face barn owl flying across a night sky with a full moon.
Around the owl was a glittery type dust.
"Sarah, what is it? What's wrong?" Jared asked as he turned around to look at her.
"The owl..." she stammered.
"Yeah, I've always had a kind of fetish for owls, or at least this kind. I don't know, they seem...magical."
Sarah gulped uneasily as she sat back down.
"Yeah, especially when they have glitter dust around them," Sarah commented as she glanced at the picture again.
It was too perfectly accurate for her taste.
Every curve and detail was the same.
"Have you ever read the book Labyrinth?" Sarah asked as she gathered up her trash to throw it away.
"No, I haven't" replied Jared as he took the trash from her and tosses it over his head. It landed perfectly in the trash.
"What a pity," Sarah mimicked Jareth.
Jared's grip on the pencil tightened.
"Yes, it is," he murmured as he put the finishing touches on his owl.
Then there was a big awkward silence that stood between them before Sarah cleared her throat and got up.
"Sorry Jared, but I have to go."
Jared watched as she left, his two mismatched eyes following her every movement.
"…how you turn my world, you precious thing…" he whispered.
When Sarah Williams got home from school that morning she noticed something was very different.
The house was completely empty.
Usually Karen would be there with Toby waiting for Sarah to get home so she could watch him.
But they weren't.
"Karen, Toby!" she called as she set her bag down by the door and walked upstairs.
Deciding she was all alone she grabbed a towel from the pantry and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
Wrapping the towel around her body, Sarah stepped out of the shower and dumped her dirty clothes in her hamper in her room.
Sarah was about to take off her towel to change when she realized her window was open.
Usually that didn't bother her because her bedroom was on the second story so no one could really see her if she wasn't close by it.
But Sarah noticed that beside the window being open, something very familiar was out there.
Sighing and rolling her eyes Sarah went to her window and stared out at the white owl.
"Perv," she said right before closing the window and drawing the curtains over it.
After changing and brushing her hair, Sarah headed back downstairs.
As she did so though she realized she was singing softly.
"…your eyes can be so cruel, just as I can be so cruel. Though I do believe in you…"
Sarah stopped as she reached the bottom stair.
"…I can't live within you…"
"Dad, Karen, Toby, are you home yet?"
Complete silence greeted her.
"Hello?"
Still nothing.
Sarah stood in the center of the room wondering where everyone was. They should have been back by now, where ever they were.
Ding-Dong!
Sarah jumped as she let out an exclamation as the doorbell rung.
"Coming!"
When Sarah opened the door she came face to face with mismatched eyes.
"Eek!"
"I'm sorry Sarah; I didn't mean to startle you."
"It's ok Jare–, Jared."
"I hope you don't mind if I dropped over, I remembered when I dropped you off where you lived. If you want me to leave it's alright."
"Jared, I can't believe you would think I would do that. You came over here and I would be a rude hostess if I turned you out; you should know better," Sarah said as she moved aside for him to enter.
"Well, I can't live within you," he smiled as he stepped inside.
Sarah froze.
"What?"
"In your mind; I can't read your thoughts," Jared explained.
"Oh…" Sarah breathed as she closed the door behind him.
"I nearly forgot; the reason I came over here was to give you something."
"Oh? What is it?"
Jared pulled out a slip of paper out of his back pocket.
"Here. I got this invitation to this party. It's kind of like a masque, so you have to dress up. You also have to bring someone. I guess what I'm trying to say is would you like to go with me?"
Sarah took the paper and looked down at it before smiling at Jared. "I would love to. When is it?"
"In a couple of weeks. I kind of know the person who is hosting it and he gave me the invite before hand. Well, I gotta go. See ya Sarah. Oh, I almost forgot," he said as he turned back. "I drew you a picture. I kinda took the idea from what I might wear to the party."
Jared pulled out another sheet of paper and handed it over to her.
Sarah gasped.
It was a picture of the Goblin King.
Below him was the name 'Jareth'.
"I named him Jareth. I hope you don't mind I used the name you called me. I just figured that since it was kind of the outfit I'm leaning towards you wouldn't care."
"Are you sure you haven't read the book?" Sarah whispered, more to herself that to Jared. "Yeah, it's ok. I'll see you tomorrow at school."
"Bye."
"Goodbye Jared."
As Sarah shut the front door after Jared left she stared at the picture.
It was Jareth. There was no mistaking it.
Jared drew the Goblin King.
She recognized the outfit he wore too.
It was the outfit she saw when she first met him.
Jareth even had a crystal ball in his hand.
"Great, I have a giant Fae as a stalker."
Before going back to her room Sarah peeked out the window.
"And an owl."
I'm hungry.
Ok, so I better have a bon fire soon.
Remind me to go to the store to get marshmallows.
Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease all!