Aaaaannnd, chapter two is up! Please R&R, this is my first FF and I want to know what y'all think! This may turn into a J/OC, not really sure yet.
Tobias thrust out a chubby baby hand, straining to reach his mother floating in a clear bubble held out by the goblin King. Jareth chuckles and held the ball out of the his reach. So she was into his Labyrinth. He had to admire how quickly she had won over Hiddle with her smooth words. The King had thought the tried-and-true threat of a monarchy over the Bog would have held her back for longer, but that seemed to be losing it's power. He would have to find another punishment for the unruly Goblin.
His smooth brow furrowed slightly as he watched Lia make her way along the outer wall of his maze, carefully watching for hidden paths. She was quick this one. He would have to make sure the harder obstacles found their way into her path…
Jareth watched the way the young woman's straight hair swung as she walked, and his grip tightened on the babe in his arms as he was reminded of shameful happening he wanted to forget. The boy squealed and the goblin King absently passed him off to one of the creatures cluttering up his throne room. He hadn't even known the boy had been wished away until he had been called so harshly to the girl. Habit more than anything else has responded to her demands, Jareth himself was dumbstruck beyond all thought. It was her, first glance had told him, and for a second rage and something far more foreign had raged behind his cool mask at the thought that it was her, the only person to beat his Labyrinth, his impossible task. The King had seethed as he remembered her reaction to his own foolish behavior. She had cast a spell over him more powerful than any of his magic and he had lost all control of his senses. And then that girl had used him, thrown it all back in his face, had brought his kingdom crashing down around their ears. He had exhausted himself rebuilding the Underground, and then there he had been, standing once more in front of her, his Sarah.
A hand absently reached up to brush against a lump under his shirt. It hadn't been Sarah, he had realized that as soon as the first wave of emotion had passed. There was a harshness to her chin, and the eyes, they were blue and filled with a world-weary pain that his Sarah had never known. And then knowledge about this not-Sarah had suddenly filled his head, the way it always did when he visited someone. Suddenly he knew her name, her secret dreams, knew what she liked best for breakfast, what to tempt her with, what doubts to play on so that she crumbled. This woman, this Lia, was doomed to fail before she had even started. She was older than Sarah had been, several years sp, but her eyes were the eyes of a crushed old soul and the part of him that struggled to separate the two women ached for her.
And then this woman too had thrown back all he offered and pitted herself against his Labyrinth. Hot rage flooded through him as he watched her confidant path. She had found a gateway and was heading towards the centre of the maze. She won't make it.
Balancing the crystal on a finger tip, Jareth, King of the Goblins, concentrated for a moment and then blew gently on the feather-light ball, sending it drifting out the window and into the early-morning sky.
"She will not make it" he repeated aloud to the child as a confidant air settled about him. He was in control of his senses once more. But still, the chain around his neck dragged down, the weight on it banging gently against his chest as he breathed. Jareth ignored it. More pressing matters were to be taken care of. Absently, one gloved hand reached up and brushed against the trinket as he pondered his next move.