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I'm bored.
Disclaimer: Dude, I wish I owned Labyrinth. Goodness, I wish I owned not only the movie but the actual entity of the Labyrinth. I love you Laby!
"Okay, are we all settled in?" Gavrillian asked from her place by the doorway.
Sarah and Jareth were sitting in a dark room on the floor their legs crossed and knees touching. For the moment their hands rested on their mugs of Anduilleaf tea and their heads were facing the elf. They nodded mutely.
"Alright then, drink all of the tea and then I will tell you more." The elf sat on a stool by the doorway closing the door almost all the way. The stream of light that strewed through the crack of the door was the only light source and the only way out. There was nothing else in the room save for the three of them, the mugs, and the stool. "Are you sure you don't want cushions?"
Jareth nodded and began to drown his tea. Sarah, not to be outdone by a man who wore tights nodded in resolution before she too lifted her mug to her mouth. Once finished she groaned and set the mug aside. "If I once thought you were evil I now give that title to that damn tea," she moaned.
Before the Goblin King could retaliate though Gavril began her teaching. "Good, now place your hands in each other's palms. Make sure you both keep your hands palms up. No, no, not like that. Jareth put your right hand atop her left, and Sarah you do the same with your right. Backs straight. Look straight ahead and close your eyes. No peeking. Now Jareth, lend Sarah some of your magick so you can both can create a crystal together, that way I can see what you see. Pour into that crystal your thoughts and your memories; everything you have seen or thought you have seen. Clear your mind now. Let the magick take you. Deep even breaths. Rest…relax…respite." Her voice slowly began to disappear and sounded as if it were coming through fog. Everything else disappeared as the magick between the two strengthened and took them to their memories.
Sarah sat before Jareth with a deck of card in their hands. On the decks were pictures of different Aboveground creatures. They were playing a battle game where the better creature won. The winner then kept all cards that were delt. It was one of their favorite games to play to not be too rambunctious. Each player was supposed to play with only thirteen cards every game choosing only five cards of his own and letting fate pick the rest of the eight cards.
It was down to sudden death and each player only had one card left. Sarah slapped down her card; a jackal. She smiled triumphantly. "Beat that."
"Okay," Jareth smirked before placing down the once-in-a-million card that beat all; the goat.
Sarah shot up in indignation. "It's not fair!" Sarah pouted as she stomped her foot. The little Goblin Prince before her just grinned and picked up the card he had won from Sarah. "You cheated!"
"Can you prove it?"
Sarah growled and stormed off. "Snot faced brat!" she yelled back.
Gavrillian watched the larger crystal floating between Jareth's and Sarah's heads, the only other source of light now besides the door, trying in vain to hide her amusement. Oh, those two… She shifted slightly as the image clouded over and changed.
The two children, who were between the ages of ten and eleven, walked through the junk yard. They passed by many of the 'Junk People', as they named them, and waved to a few of the ones they knew.
"Jareth, do you see anything we can use?" the young Sarah asked as she rummaged around the junk piles.
"No. Wait! Yes, I found some scrap metal from old armor and stuff."
"Oh, goodie!" Sarah exclaimed and raced to the pile he was going through. "Look, we could use this rope! Oh, and wooden spokes from chairs! Now, if only we could find a large plank of wood…" she trailed off.
Soon, after a few minutes of searching, they were able to build a respectable contraption to send something to fly up into the sky.
"This is a great idea you had Sarah," Jareth praised clapping his hand on the girl's shoulder. "The Dragon Lord will never be expecting this."
Sarah blushed and smiled. "I couldn't have done it without you."
With a quirked eyebrow Gavril watched the image change again.
Jareth peered from behind a rock to his young friend a few yards away. Sarah was picking some wildflowers near her favorite hill and was crouched down balancing on the balls of her feet. She wore tan breeches that cut off at her calves and a matching tunic tied around her waist by a strip of leather. She was, of course, barefoot. She was humming softly to herself an old rhythm she and Jareth had made up together.( Sarah had been humming one day and Jareth came up humming along with her. Soon their hummings were identical and followed a certain pattern. They still had yet to make up words for it though.) Jareth thought long and hard concentrating on making a crystal. When it appeared he willed it to change to a snake. He then let the snake down and watched as it slithered towards Sarah's bare feet.
Humming still Sarah plucked a flower out of the ground and added it to her bushel. Just then she felt something flick across her bare foot and jumping up she shrieked her flowers flying everywhere. Spinning around she saw the snake and screamed so load that birds that were roosting in a nearby tree took flight.
The Goblin Prince came out laughing almost uncontrollably. "Oh Gods Sarah, you should have seen the look on your face!" Jareth leaned down and picked up the snake it turning into a scarf. He held it out to the brunette half-Sidh. "Cold?"
Sarah's lip quivered and her eyes got watery. "How could you?" she asked shocked. "You know I'm afraid of snakes. You know how much I hate them!" She didn't want to cry in front of him but right now she felt hurt. "How dare you! I hate you!" she cried before slapping the smirk off of the Prince's face. She then took off running into the woods.
With a shuddering breath Sarah opened her eyes. The crystal dimmed and soon Jareth opened his eyes as well. Sarah's bottom lip quivered. She stood up, followed by Jareth, and glared at him. "How could you?" she asked feeling as hurt as she did as a child. Without thinking she slapped Jareth, exactly as she had in the memory, and grabbed her dress running out of the room. Crying she ran down the different halls not knowing where she was going but only knowing that she felt a pull leading her somewhere. She ran straight out of the castle and down a pathway to huge double doors that opened as she approached. She continued to run and run as the pulling became more insistent as she tried to stop. She knew that it was important and so she continued. She ran and ran and ran until, slowly, the pull lessened and soon Sarah found herself in a glade before the Underground equivalent of a giant oak tree. "Uh…okay."
Almost instantly Sarah felt the urge to clime it. She shook her head trying to get that ridiculous thought out of her head. The last time she had climbed a tree had been when she was fifteen. Karen had yelled at her that day…
"Sarah! Sarah, where are you?" the harsh voice called.
The young brunette sat in the crotch of the tree outside her window holding her most beloved playbook; The Labyrinth. She looked down from her spot in the tree to the strawberry-blonde woman underneath her.
"There you are young lady!" she quipped. "Your father and I have been looking all over for you! Get down from there right this instant."
"I'm fine here Karen!" she sighed rolling her eyes.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me little lady! A tree is not a suitable place for a young girl. Get down here right this instant!" her stepmother shrieked.
"Fine!" Sarah yelled and jumped down. She landed with almost perfect grace, to which her stepmother openly glared at. Whenever Sarah did something like this she got extremely pissed and would start muttering about something Sarah could never catch. Today was no exclusion.
Karen stormed into the house muttering about something, the only word Sarah could get out of it was the word 'fantasy'. Sarah assumed Karen was complaining about her make-believe world and imagination running away with her again. Sarah growled and stalked into her room to change into her homemade princess dress. As she was plodding up the stairs Karen appeared and said in a sugar sweet voice "Oh, and Sarah. You need to watch Toby tonight; your father and I are going out." And with that she disappeared again. Groaning Sarah went to her room and slammed her door shut. Stupid stepmothers. Stupid half-brother. Stupid father re-marring and having a child. Grr.
Sarah growled remembering that day. But then she also smiled because that was the day she grew up. But then she scowled because that was the day she grew up. But the smile prevailed because it was that day she learned to care for and love little Tobias.
Leaning over Sarah placed her hand on the bark and felt a warm thrum beating. Sarah gasped and pulled back looking up at the mammoth tree. She stripped out of her yellow dress and shoes and stood at the base with a ferial grin on her face wearing only the underdress that, for fear of being redundant, most girls wore under their dresses from earlier periods of time.
With a grunt she sized up the tree. It would take ten men touching fingertips to fingertips to surround the tree and was close to thirty feet high. Sarah then placed her hand back on the tree and began to look for some kind of knoll or leverage. Upon finding one Sarah pulled herself up and began to scamper up the tree trunk. When she came close to the first branch Sarah stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth and lunged. Sarah pushed herself off the tree and jumped for the branch grabbing hold of it easily. She laughed as she swung her self back and forth on it before hauling herself up. Straddling the branch she looked around.
"This is nice, but not high enough," she murmured. She felt a different type of pull this time; instead of the pull she was sure was Laby she felt a pull she realized was her own spirit. She wanted to continue. And so she did. She got to her feet and balanced on the branch holding the branch above her with both arms. She saw a branch a little higher and to the side but Sarah knew how to deal with that. She moved closer to the trunk and then pulled her arms up her feet on the trunk and running towards the desired branch. She let go of the previous branch and grabbed a hold of the new one with her legs. Panting she let herself hang upside down for a while before she lifted herself up. Sarah, quick as light, then jumped up and climbed to the next branch. Up and up she went never stopping, no not yet. Not there yet. Keep going.
After an estimated time of five minutes Sarah finally stopped…and stayed. She was straddling a branch and looking out through a gap of the treetops at the setting sun. And Sarah knew this was the special spot she had needed to go to. She wished Jareth was here to share it with her.
Wait! Where the hell did that thought come from! Traitor mind! Sarah mentally growled at herself and glared at the sun. Sarah sighed knowing that she did wish someone was here with her but she wasn't about to admit to saying his name, even in her own mind. God damn it, I'm going crazy! I hear voices laughing at me! Sarah mentally, why constantly mentally she didn't know, shrieked. She looked frantically around but saw no one. Last time I drink that damned Roofie Tea.
Sarah shook herself away from those thoughts and turned her attention back to that of the sunset. Sighing she felt content, if a bit lonely. She knew Jareth would never find pleasure in a place like this. She didn't care what those supposed 'memories' said; Jareth was the Goblin King and not the little boy she had seen. He was cruel. Caught in her thoughts and her back turned to the trunk she didn't notice the carved words JARETH and SARAH with BFF under them. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes humming a tune she couldn't seem to get out of her head.
But I'll be there for you, As the world falls down.
Sarah's head snapped up and her eyes flew open as she heard the faint voice drifting on the winds. It wasn't Jareth's, that much she knew, but she could have sworn she had heard it somewhere before. But her musings were cut short.
"Sarah!" an angered Goblin King yelled. In his hand was her yellow dress.
She looked down at the King and smiled. "Why?"
"Sarah Williams, you will come down from that tree right this instant!" he growled.
Groaning in disgust and wrinkling her nose Sarah turned her head away. "You sound just like Karen!" Sighing she looked down. "Fine, I'll come down." Sarah jumped to the branch below her before lunging at one a few feet away a little lower than the one she was standing on. She swung back and forth before to gain leverage to swing to one a little farther away. She made slow progress down not wanting to miss the feel of the tree. Finally arriving at the first branch she had stood on at the beginning she smiled down at him. "I'm down."
"You will get down here now or I'll grab an ax and chop the damn tree down!"
"Fine!" Sarah sighed in exasperation. But then a smile lit up her face. "Then catch me!" And with that she dived down from the tree in an imitation swan dive. But as she got closer she changed her position in the air so that when Jareth caught her, which he did, it would be princess style (or bride style). She looked up at Jareth from her position in his arms with a smile on her face. But his face was cold.
"You will get dressed and join us at the castle after your little act of immaturity has been taken care of," he said dropping her. Sarah looked up at him startled and shocked. "Do not be late."
Sarah watched as he walked away with an open mouth. He dropped her! She rubbed her soar bottom but was relieved to see that it quickly went away. Getting up she picked up her dress and slipped it on. Grabbing her shoes she tried putting them on as she walked. She didn't get far when she cried out in pain and fell to the ground as another image flashed through her eyes.
Sarah, at an age close to thirteen, jumped through the halls trying to get her shoes on and walk at the same time. She was running late for practice with the Prince and his 'Royal Tutor' and if she was late one more time she wouldn't be able to learn anything for a whole moon span. She was altering from her feet to her hair, trying to tie it up with an indigo ribbon that matched her simple frock. That was why she didn't see the approaching advisor to the King and Queen of the Goblins. And that was why she bumped into him.
"Watch where you're going!" he snapped.
"So-sorry sir," she stammered.
"It's people like you who give the Sidhe a bad name. Mortals should never have been allowed in the Underground, especially not to breed with the Sidhe. It's blasphemous that the Courts would allow it. But what can you expect out of a Low Fae?" he sneered. "It's not like any respectable Fae women, or man for that matter, would go for your father. I don't know how you and the Prince got to be such good friends," Alunas admitted sourly.
"It's because we both think a lot alike and we know what's wrong with the world," the Prince's voice came from behind him.
The advisor spun around his eyes wide. "Your Highness! I didn't see you there!"
"The Lady Sarah and I must go off to our archery and sword practices. We must not be late. Excuse us," Jareth said evenly in a voice his father would have proud of. It was cold and dangerous with a warning etched into every word. Say one thing amiss and your life will be forfeit. Jareth grabbed Sarah's hand tenderly in contrast to his stance and voice and lead her away towards the fields.
"Thank you," Sarah smiled sweetly. "That was very kind of you to stick up for me Prince Jareth."
"No," Jareth said softly shaking his head. He turned to look at her everything about him seemed softer. "With you I am only Jareth."
Sarah opened her eyes after waking from being unconscious. She sat up not caring about the pain that laced through her mind and smiled brightly. She was in her room under the covers with herbs burning nearby. Sarah pushed the covers away and ran out her door and down the hall. She didn't know why but she knew exactly where she was going. So flying up the stairs to the throne room her smile brightened not caring about the few goblins she had to jump over as she raced over the Goblin King and flung her arms around his neck in a hug before kissing his cheek. "Thank you."
Jareth, for his part, stood completely still not knowing what the bloody hell was happening. His face was full of shock and he could here Gavrillian laughing behind her hands next to her. Without seeing them he could feel the frozen stances of the goblins scattered around the room, luckily only a few last ones were there seeing on how it was late at night, and their shocked faces that matched his own. What…the…bloody…hell…
Sarah squeezed Jareth in a hug again before skipping back to her room to get a good night's sleep not even caring about the pain she knew she would experience later.
Hey, what do you know…I updated! Yay! Now tell me you love me and I'll work on more Fics. Actually…I have a few in my brain that I want to put down on paper but never able to. I'll try harder though.