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I Don't Want It

Jareth stared at her; he was at a loss for words. What in the nine realms of the death was that supposed to mean. She didn't want what? It could not be his castle she'd already called it a pigsty –he made a mental note to get her for that later…

Linda must have perceived his confusion because she repeated herself. "I don't want it." Jareth watched her expression… could it be? No, there was no way that she could mean that. He eyed her over once more; then again, someone as selfish as she just might do such a thing… a surge of anger rose at the thought, but he did not know for sure if she would indeed do such a thing. There was an easy way to find out what she meant though.

"You don't want… what?" He asked casually lifting the crystal that contained her shallow, fickle dreams within it. The expression she wore seemed to ask exactly how stupid he was. But there was no way she could be talking about her own-

"I don't want the brat, Jareth. You know? Sarah? My daughter? That kid that I wished away to you? I did wish her away for a reason you dolt." Her words sent Jareth ridged in shock, but beneath the shock was a steadily rising fury. How could she be so inconsiderate of his time and energy which he had been forced to spend putting her through the trial? How could she disregard her family, her daughter, her husband so easily? How could she have done this? Why had she run if she didn't want –How dare she defeat him only to say that after everything she did not desire the prize? That was an insult!

"She is your child. She is your own flesh and blood! You battled your way here to retrieve her! You have done things that no ordinary mortal could possibly accomplish and now you say that you do not want the very child you went through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered to retrieve? Now you don't want her? Are you mad?" Jareth raged. He looked her over once more. "Or perhaps you are too selfish to care for anyone else!" He circled her once to unsettle her; to force her to cower, yet all she did was laugh lightly. Goddess Dannan, Queen of all Heavenly and Earthly Plains give him strength! This wretched creature made him sick in all senses! Just being near her made him want to wretch!

"Now Kingy, don't get your tights in a twist. All you have to do is send me home." She put her hands on her hips making herself appear as casual and nonchalant as though they were just talking about the weather. The comfortable smile on her lips only further angered him. Oh, he would find a loophole somewhere and have his vengeance on this one.

"Why?" It was all he could do at this point. He wanted this question answered. What kind of beast did this to her own child? By Hel, how could her compare her to a beast? Even they cared for their young. She was beneath even the foulest thing.

"Well, I'm not a monster, I have a heart. I didn't want to contribute to your suffering." She laughed. "I think if you had to put up with one more goblin you might just kill yourself. Hell, I couldn't live with myself if I found that I'd brought another one of those things into the world."

Jareth was seething. How dare she. She insulted his castle, his subjects, even himself. She had wasted his time and her own, just so that he would suffer absolute humiliation. This wretched vile woman who stood before him, laughing was unfit to live, and Jareth could do nothing to amend the fact that she did breathe the same air as he did, he couldn't even touch her with out her permission. Jareth did the only thing he could do. He raised his hand conjured a crystal and sent her home.

He stared at the spot on which she had stood. How had that beast become a mother? What kind of horrible goblin would her child have been? He had to admit, he was relieved that he would never find out.

Linda stood alone in the room she had shared with her latest husband for little over a year. She wandered over to the dresser a confident smile on her face. She now had her life back, no more waiting; she was going to act now. She'd come too far, traded too much to allow herself to stop. It didn't matter who she crushed now, just so long as she got what she wanted and now, finally, she was going to get it.

No, no one mattered now, no one except her and she was getting out of this death trap of a house. Magic and the blackest arts could only do so much against reason and the mundane life. She needed to get somewhere glamorous fast; stardom was the best veil for her kind this era had to offer.

She checked the watch that she'd left on the dresser before making the wish. Robert would be home soon and she didn't want any trouble. She ran her fingers through her glossy dark hair and grimaced, Robert. What to do about him... He would be infuriated to know that his child was gone thanks to her, not to mention heartbroken. She smiled to herself, Robert, what an emotional idiot he was. If Robert was mad about it then he could drink his sorrows away. Yes, she thought to herself, a drink would do nicely. She dug into her underwear drawer for a moment before she pulled out a small violet colored bottle. She uncorked it and as the fumes were exposed to the air she uttered one name, a name that she would have him forget.

"Sarah." Then, after she packed up all her clothes and jewelry, she went down to the liquor cabinet. She opened it, up and took out a half full bottle of liquor and poured the contents of the violet bottle into the alcohol. Then she stirred it gently and, when it was mixed to her liking, she put the lid back on, and made a few calls.

When Robert Williams came home that night, all he found of his wife was a note. When he searched for his daughter he found neither hide nor hair. In his grief he poured himself a glass of the half full liquor bottle and upon taking one sip he forgot all about the precious child that had been stolen from him.