Hey babes, I got started on this story and now I want to write more. I doubt I'll be able to finish it today though because I'm still not completely there.
Yes, I told you I sucked at describing the damn Masque place thing. And the excuse was lousy, yes, but do you really think Sarah, who couldn't get it through her thick head that "Jared" was Jareth even after, well, EVERYTHING, would really ponder on that fact. Do you really think Jareth would come just for that? But then, I'm getting ahead of myself. And yes, we have already accomplished the fact that I'm a sadist. And Sarah is cold for a reason…kinda. I'll get to all the explaining…eventually. And Sarah nice to Jareth won't really be happening all that much. (Grins)
Oh, and…JARETH WEARS SUSPENDERS! Heehee, sorry, can't get over that.
Disclaimer: If I owned Labyrinth, or more importantly Jareth (heehee), do you really think I would be sitting here right now?
"…-gotistical, self-absorbed, arrogant, baby-stealing, dresses-like-a-fairy bastard!" Sarah yelled as soon as they had reappeared.
"My dear, that is quite redundant isn't it? And here you were getting A's in English. Tsk, tsk," Jareth stated sadly even though his smirk was still on his mouth.
Sarah looked around and realized they were on the same exact hill she had started on four years ago. "You know, the last time might have been like the first ending I made but this time it will be like the one in the play," Sarah muttered sourly.
"Um, Jared, er, Jareth…how do you suspect us to go through that…thing," Alice began pointing out at the Labyrinth, "in these dresses?" She had to change the subject before it got ugly.
Sarah looked down and realized that indeed all three of them were in their Masquerade outfits. "You did it all on purpose, didn't you?" Sarah asked.
Jareth knew she was talking about the outfits but feigned ignorance. "I have idea what you could possibly mean." A smirk. "And you will have to find a way to do it yourself," he told Alice. "You know, you don't need to go after him Sarah. Just forget about your brother. And Alice, you don't need to go with her."
"I can't. Don't you understand that I can't?" Sarah mocked.
"And there is no way in Hell am I leaving Sarah," Alice stated.
"What a pity," Jareth smirked. "You have thirteen hours in which to solve the Labyrinth before your kid brother becomes one of us, forever. Such a pity." Sure, he could have left right there…but if he did then he would have let something slide. And that would have been very un-Jareth like. "Oh and Sarah," he said appearing by her ear like he had those few years ago. "I find that I can easily get women in my bed," he purred his voice drifting on the wind as he began disappearing.
Sarah growled and spun around glaring at Alice, since she was the only other person there, and gnashed her teeth. "Let's get going. I don't want that pedophile near my little brother." She looked at their clothing and sighed. "I hate him," she muttered as she grabbed the skirts of her dress. Turning around she gave an ironic smile. "Well, come one, feet…again." And with that she started down, rather carefully I might add, with Alice following behind her.
"High heels and old sandy hills don't mesh well," Alice grumbled. "Sarah, you're going to have to tell me exactly what happened the last time you were here without adding and taking away stuff like you did for the play. I want the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, is that clear?"
"Alice, I'm not in the mood. After I kick this guy's ass then I'll tell you." She looked up at the sky and glared at the sun as it began making its way into the sky. "You're a morning person aren't you?" she muttered to seemingly no one.
Sighing Alice followed behind tripping every so often and cursing under her breath. As they neared the end of the hill she sighed in relief. "Hey, at least the ground is stone in there."
"For the first three levels, yes." Sarah froze suddenly causing Alice to plow into her.
"Hey, what gives?" Alice exclaimed fixing her skirts. "This train is going to kill me!" she whispered under her breath. She coked an eyebrow in question at Sarah, then, receiving no answer or any sign that Sarah heard or remembered her, she followed Sarah's gaze. She eyes came to rest on a little pond not too far away. "Hey, that looks like the pond in the-…oh. So that was real too!"
Sarah absently nodded. "Hoggle," she whispered before closing her eyes and sighing. She had half-suspected him to be out there spraying fairies but he wasn't. Sarah then realized that the fairies weren't there either. "Oh, he must have gotten them all," she said softly. She also realized the water in the pond was dirtier than usual and not as high. Shrugging it off she walked to the wall. "So, where's the gate?" she muttered.
"Yeah, how do we get into the Labyrinth?" Alice commented placing her hands on her hips.
Just then, as if in answer, dusty air gusted forth from a few feet away and the lining of the gates appeared. Sarah rolled her eyes at her stupidity as the door slowly swung open. But after only a few inches of space opened up it stopped.
"Weird," Alice commented. "Well, let's get going Sar, you brother isn't going to save himself." And with that rather annoying statement, according to Sarah, Alice walked to the gates and tried pulling them out more. "Sarah, help," she strained.
Sighing Sarah nodded and walked over helping Alice to pull the gates open just a little bit more. When it was big enough for them to squeeze through they did so.
"This place is a pig sty!" Alice exclaimed looking around.
And indeed it was. Dead branches were strewn all over as well as chunks of rock. Sarah thought it looked worse that it had when she had ran it about four years ago. And she didn't see any of those eye lichen things.
"Jar-," Sarah began but stopped herself remembering that by saying his name you were in a way calling him. "His Royal Idiotness really needs a house, er, Labyrinth cleaner." Glaring she picked up her skirts and started on going right. But not before taking one last look at the pond behind her.
"So, if that peeing dwarf thing was real then shouldn't we be seeing a cute little blue worm around here somewhere?" Alice asked looking around. She tripped again her train catching on a branch.
Sighing in irritation Sarah pulled Alice to her feet and turned her around. Kneeling down she grabbed Alice's train and pulled tearing away a few inches of cloth so that Alice could walk without tripping so much. Next she did her own. "And I really liked that dress too," she grumbled turning on the still shocked blonde behind her and continued on her way.
"Sarah!" Alice exclaimed. "We paid good money for our outfits!"
Spinning around Sarah grabbed Alice and brought her to her face. "My only brother's life is at stake, again, and you think I care about dresses or money?" she hissed darkly.
Alice's eyes filled with sympathy and pity. "You're right Sarah. I'm sorry."
Sarah let go and turned back around starting off again only to freeze. "What did you say?" she asked her back facing Alice.
"I'm sorry?" the blonde answered in question format.
"No, no, before that. About Mr. Worm."
"I said that if Higgle or whatever was real then would be the worm?"
Sarah spun around again a wide smile on her face. "Come on!" she yelled grabbing her skirts on one hand and Alice's hand in the other pulling her down the path. Alice let out a startled squeak and did the same grabbing her skirts and hoping that she wouldn't twist her ankle.
After what seemed like forever to Alice they stopped.
"This should be the place," Sarah grinned. "Mr. Worm, are you there?" she called. Nothing. "Mrs. Worm?" Nothing. "Hmm, I wonder where they are," she muttered out loud. Kneeling down she tried looking in the hole. It was then something caught her eye. Turning her head she looked at a pile of dust to see something red buried beneath it. Half knowing already what it was Sarah was just slightly surprised when she picked it up and blew the dust off. Wiping it off she stood up holding the little red scarf gingerly. "Mr. Worm?"
"Sarah?" Alice asked softly. She knew that the little worm had a red scarf because Sarah had said so in the play. But she figured that the worm would be wearing it. But then again it has been a few years had it not? Surely he would have a new one on. But why was the old one in the dust pile looking untouched and where was the worm fellow?
"What happened?" Sarah whispered. She didn't know where the Worms were but she had a feeling Jare-, He was behind it. She didn't know what to do but she didn't think that the Worms would want her hanging around when her brother was in trouble. So folding her fingers over the scarf in a fist she looked over at Alice was busy detangling herself from a fallen branch. She looked around and saw the clutter so numerous that she and Alice would have a hard time wearing the dresses Jared had gotten them. "Damn pansy…and I really liked this dress too." Knowing that it was not the time for pouting but for actions Sarah grabbed the skirts of her dress and pulled.
Alice looked up upon hearing a tear of fabric. "Sarah!" she exclaimed when she saw her best friend tearing off most of the skirt of her dress. She was even more astonished when Sarah walked over and did the same to her own blue dress. "What are you doing?" she cried.
"We can't go around the Labyrinth in these damn poofy dresses Alice. Since they are now at our knees we can maneuver better. Now behind you should be the opening." Setting her face in fierce determination Sarah put her hand out to the wall which was in-between two old brown roots she figured was all that was left of the dead bushes from last time. But much to her surprise her hand hit rock. "Oh! Bastard!" she growled.
"Maybe the openings change places? Didn't your story say that the walls kept moving and that was how Nerissa came upon Bob, Fred, Tom, and Hank…or something like that?"
"Alice, their names were Alph and Ralph, and Jim and Tim. And you're right. You trail your hand down that wall and I'll trail it down this wall. If our hands touch a gap we'll know we've come upon an opening." So, setting her face in fierce determination…again…Sarah squeezed her fist holding the scarf and began running trailing her free hand against the stone wall as Alice did the same to the opposite one.
Jareth sat in his thrown with an emotionless face as he watched the crystal in his hand. Sarah picked up a red scarf from a pile of dust.
"Why'd you do it?"
Jareth looked up to see the five year old little boy standing in the pit. Toby cocked his head to the side. "I have no idea what you are talking about. I was called," he drawled.
"You came before I called you," Toby stated wisely.
Well, apparently the kid was smart, Jareth would give him that. "What difference does it make? Either way I was called."
"But you wouldn't have been called if you didn't come before because Sarah wouldn't have forgotten about me."
The Goblin King's eyes narrowed. "You ask too many questions."
"And you answer not enough." Toby smirked at him with a perfect match to one of Jareth's. "Are you going to turn me into a goblin?"
"We'll see, my dear boy, we'll see," Jareth replied turning back to his crystal. "Oh yes, we'll see," he said softly to himself.
After what seemed like ages to the two young heroines running down the dirty, fallen passage that seemed to go on and on they slowed to a walk until they finally leaned against a wall.
"Where are the openings?" Sarah growled. She sank to the floor much like she did a few years ago but didn't think she would meet a friendly little guide this time. She wasn't disappointed. Closing her eyes she rested her head on her fists.
"Ow," moaned Alice. "My ankles are so sore from running in these high heels," she hissed between teeth as she sunk to the floor next to the shaking Sarah. Wait…Sarah was shaking? "Sarah, what's wrong?"
Sarah looked up a stream of tears running down her face. "Oh Alice, how is all this happening? I started to believe maybe it really was all a dream and then he had to come back and ruin it all," she cried softly. "I can't believe I was so cruel as to wish little Toby away before. And then I finally began to not feel guilty about it thinking maybe I hadn't and that maybe it was all triggered by some weird acid reflex or something. Then I completely ignored Toby and he came back and threw it in my face. He's such a jerkwad! I can't believe he acted like he cared." She groaned. "Oh my god, I can't believe I almost kissed him!"
"Sarah, none of this is your fault. Okay, yes, you were immature back then. We all were. I was too. Heck, I still am! But you wishing away Toby was none of your fault. And now he's gone and it's not your fault either!" Alice glared at her friend.
Sarah calmed down wiping her tears away. "You're right" she admitted. Then fire danced in her eyes. "It's His fault!" she hissed standing up. "He made me forget Toby like he did four years ago! And with a ball again! I can't believe I fell for it! But it's His Royal Pansy's fault and I'll make him pay!" Snarling she grabbed Alice's shoes before she could comment and smashed them against the wall. Alice let a shriek before frowning in confusion as the heels broke off. Sarah tossed them back to Alice and did the same to hers. "Now we can walk better."
Alice slipped her shoes back on and stood up much to delight to find that they were easier on her feet now. "Yes, much better."
Sarah grunted tucking the red scarf she still held away and grabbing her sleeves. With a groan she tore them off. Alice was stunned but grabbed her sleeves to keep Sarah from tearing them off too. She followed Sarah's lead though and took off all her jewelry. "Got any plastic?" Sarah asked her but she shook her head in confusion for a moment. Sarah shrugged. She moved her hands on the walls looking for an opening and not finding one. Growling she nearly pulled out her hair. "That's it!" she screamed. "I want an opening here," here she pointed an accusing finger at the wall before her, "right NOW!" she growled in ire. Snarling she pulled her fist back to punch the wall only to find that her fist went past it.
Alice stood in shock. First at the venom and rage in Sarah's voice and her fist flying at the wall then at the fact that Sarah's fist didn't hit it but went past the wall. "Is this what you felt like when the worm dude showed you the opening?" Alice gasped still in disbelief. She just knew that the opening wasn't there to begin with. But apparently not even walls wanted to deal with Sarah when she was angry.
Sarah too was dumbfounded. "Let's go before we loose it," she whispered half to Alice and half to herself. Alice nodded mutely as Sarah walked into the opening and turned down a passage. Then she followed still completely baffled.
Jareth's eyes widened as she watched Sarah's show of anger. He completely expected her to meet the brick with her fist but amazingly an opening appeared. He wet his mouth looking over at the child now sitting in the pit. Toby had been questioning him where all the goblins were. Jareth looked around his empty room and sighed. If only he knew.
Well, I'm off to bed. Again, when I came up with this story Alice wasn't in it and neither was the whole dress issue. So these little extras I'm working with as I go along. I'm glad you guys didn't have to kill me last chapter. Sorry taking so long on other stories. I'm kind of bummed out right now. And I too want Jareth in more tight clothes. Hey, I can make Jareth wear whatever the hell I want! Like grass skirts and a coconut bra in my Suicide fic. Oh, the joy of being a fan fiction writer. I'll try to hurry up and get to that part but I can't get the next chapter very long and I hate it being short. Oh well. I think I shall work on my other fics tomorrow…if I get the chance. Unless I get lots of people telling me they want more Sarah bashing Jareth (can just imagine Lady of the Labyrinth's face right now…heehee) or explanation about the loose ends in this chapter. Well, I'm going beddy-bye. Goodnight all.