Disclaimer: I don't own the Labyrinth or any of its characters (mores the pity) I make no profit from it (really a pity)
A/N: After a 2,000 mile move, I am ready to dive back in. It's all starting to unravel for the bad guys now, Jareth thinks he knows how to corner them like the rats they are and Sarah seems to be learning to deal with her newfound power without losing her mind, maybe, there are still some twists and surprises to come, please review, I love to know what you guys think, it really does help me to craft a better story, besides, I am a neeeeedy author. The more reviews, the faster the updates ;) Love you all!
Enchantedpeachdreams: Get ready for some more ass kicking, I think there are a few that have it coming.
Sarah bent down to pick up the crystal left behind.
"Wait!" Jareth exclaimed, coming over to place a hand on her arm to stop her. "The last time you touched something that Aldric had, you disappeared, it took me hours to find you."
"Good point." She responded, stepping back and eying the crystal suspiciously. "What do you think we should do with it?"
"Well, apart from blowing the bloody thing to kingdom come, I have no idea." Jareth studied the crystal critically. The dense red almost seemed to pulse with a life of its own. "Labyrinth, have you any idea what the meaning behind these strange crystals are?" Jareth asked.
Sarah looked at him oddly when she felt a strange vibration move through her. It was almost as if she could feel the maze thinking.
I am sorry, My King, the voice echoed around them, I have no knowledge of the purpose of this orb. Its magic is blocked from me.
"That doesn't sound good." Sarah said.
"There could be any number of reasons why this magic is unknown to the Labyrinth and to myself, precious. It doesn't really have to be a bad omen, but in this instance, I believe it is cause for concern." Jareth said absently, still contemplating the crystal.
Before Sarah could respond, glitter shimmered in the air and Liam, Siobhan and several others appeared, fierce looks on their faces and swords drawn. At the sight of only Jareth and Sarah in the room, they looked confused and slightly disappointed.
"My Lord," Liam said, "We were told to come to your immediate aid."
"Yes, Liam, it would seem that the villain has escaped." Jareth said, waving a hand in the air he produced an iron cage and mail gauntlet. "He left us a gift, hopefully my handiwork here will contain it until we can discover its secrets and purpose." Putting the gauntlet on over his leather gloves, Jareth gingerly picked up the crystal and placed it in the cage. As he closed the lid on it, the pulsing light dimmed and the crystal took on an ugly rust color. "Ah, just the thing." He said.
"Who was it that attacked Queen Sarah?" Siobhan asked.
"Hmmm? Oh, Aldric," Jareth replied absently.
Sarah and Liam exchanged concerned glances at Jareth's apparent lack of concern over recent events. Nodding at Sarah, Liam said, "My Lord, I have brought two agents with me, perhaps they could transport the crystal whilst the four of us discuss a plan of attack."
Jareth, still gazing into the dulled orb, sent Liam a puzzled look and made to clutch the iron box closer to his chest. Sarah gently placed a hand on his arm, "Jareth, please?" She said gently.
Nodding slightly, he handed the cage to one of the agents that had come with Liam and Siobhan.
"Take care with this." He said, waving his hand over the box he said a few words in an ancient tongue.
"What was that?" Sarah asked
"An ancient protection spell." He responded, "There is something off about that and I don't want anyone affected by it."
"Well," Sarah began, "What's our next move?"
"Now," Jareth said, a grin spreading across his face, "We fight."
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In a dark corner of bar in Hell's Kitchen, Aldric sat with Detective Cooper. Rage twisted his face as he watched the other man take a shot of whiskey with shaking hands.
"Pull yourself together Detective Cooper." Aldric snarled impatiently. "We have much work to do and I cannot complete it if I have to hold your hand every second."
"What was that thing you had me carry in there?" Cooper asked, shaking at the memory of the evil coming out of the crystal.
"Nothing for you," Aldric said. "Yet."
Cooper took another shot and lit a cigarette, feeling more steady, he studied the creature sitting next to him. Finally drawing up the courage, he asked, "What are we going to do with them?"
"My dear Detective Cooper," Aldric replied, a sickening smile stretching his thin lips, "We kill them all."
Cooper let out a huff of breath and said, "We'll need more people."
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Sarah found herself in the dungeons of the castle studying a book on ancient spells. Looking over at Jareth, she winced as, once again, he attempted to use a spell to shatter the red crystal in the iron box.
"This is getting us nowhere, Jareth." She sighed in exacerbation. Stretching her aching muscles, she walked over to where he was conjuring another spell to hurl at the box. "We have to find a different way."
"I know of no other way than finding the correct spell." Jareth replied, hurling a string of creative curses at the box."
Sarah raised her eyebrow at him and said, "Well, as interesting as that was, I doubt it will work any better." Wrapping her arms around him, she sighed into his back, giving him a tug to turn him around to face her. "You look so tired."
"I am exhausted." He admitted, putting his arms around her.
"Should we try to contact the Labyrinth again? It's been awfully silent since Aldric escaped." She said, rubbing a hand down his back, trying to relieve the tension.
"No, I think that if that bloody maze had an idea, it would be practically shouting down the castle to make itself heard." He said, heaving a sigh of frustration. "No, my love, I believe that it is no coincidence that this has happened on the tenth anniversary of your run. Too many things fell perfectly into place. The Fates seem to be having a bit of fun at our expense."
Sarah went rigid and pulled back to glare at him. "Fun?" She said angrily. "Just what part of all of this has been fun?" Braking away from him she stalked several paces away and turned on him, furious. "Maybe finding Barry's body? Susan getting killed? Oh, I know!" She shouted, "How about Fiona having her heart ripped out because she lost her husband in a fight with that sniveling coward Kevin?"
Jareth reached out to pull her back into his arms, "I didn't say that I thought it was fun, love."
"I know," She sighed. "I'm frustrated, I'm mad, I have had absolutely enough of murder and mayhem. You and the Labyrinth think I'll make such a wonderful Queen, when do I get the chance to start? When do I get to stop fighting long enough to discover my kingdom?"
Jareth looked down at her, something tugged at his memory, a long forgotten scroll. What did it say? He thought. Then he remembered a small part. "A Queen forged in battle." He murmured to himself.
"We have to contact my mother." He said, grabbing her and transporting them to the library.
Once Sarah recovered from the lightening quick change in location, she looked at Jareth like he had lost his mind. "Your mother?" She asked incredulously.
"When I was younger, she had a scroll, I never really paid it much mind, I didn't think it had anything to do with me. She would study that scroll for hours, I always thought, maybe it was about her. Now I wonder if it wasn't about you." As he was speaking he pulled a parchment and began to write. Once he was satisfied with the message, he affixed his seal and sent it through a crystal.
Sarah stared at him like he had two heads. "Why would your mother have a scroll about me when you were a child? How could anything possibly be written about me hundreds of years before I was born?"
"Sarah, you know very well that time is fluid. There are many prophecies written about people that have not been or may never be born. It is all about the possibility of what could happen. There is always free will. Imagine for a moment that you had made the choice to accept your lot in life. That you had never wished Toby away, now we may have found ourselves in a different set of circumstances." As he was speaking, a letter returned through the crystal. He broke the seal and frowned as he read the contents.
"What is it?" Sarah asked anxiously.
"It seems, while my mother is willing to bring the scroll, we must await her arrival." He slammed the letter onto his desk in frustration. "Delay after delay!" He shouted in frustration. "These bastards are always one step ahead, every time I think I have an edge, something stops me!"
"Jareth," Sarah said softly, sliding an arm around him, "It's late, we've been at this for a long time, maybe we should rest and wait for your mother."
Jareth turned to look at her, a calculating look in his eye, "Perhaps you are right, precious." Drawing her to him, he raised a brow at her and said silkily, "However should we pass the time, hmmm?"
Sarah chuckled softly as his lips met hers, pulling back a fraction she whispered against his mouth, "There are worse ways to relax." Pulling his lips back to hers, she sighed into his mouth as he nibbled her bottom lip. Winding her fingers through his hair, she wondered if there was anything better than the taste of peaches and cinnamon that always lingered on his lips.
Jareth felt Sarah melt against him and thought how lucky he was to have this strong, beautiful woman as his. Tightening his arms around her, he vowed that nothing and no one would ever take her from him again. The ten years he had had to wait for her had been agony. With a wave of his hand, the library doors locked and their clothes disappeared, Sarah let out a squeak of shock as the cool air hit her suddenly exposed skin.
"Feeling pretty sure of yourself, hmmm?" She asked huskily.
"I thought, perhaps, to spend a few pleasant hours with my wife, before returning to murder and mayhem." He responded with a slow smile and a nip at her shoulder.
Sarah shuddered at the delicious sensation his touch sent through her. Tilting her head to the side, she offered him better access to the sensitive hollow of her throat, "Well," she said with a throaty laugh, "I suppose if I must perform my wifely duties."
"I'll make sure not to disturb you overly much." He responded with a growl. In one smooth, fluid motion, he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, thrusting into her and pushing her back against the wall. "Hang on, precious, this is going to be a wild ride."
Sarah let out a low moan and tightened her legs around his waist, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he licked and nipped at her shoulders and neck. Pulling at his downy soft hair, she pulled his mouth away from her throat and slammed her lips against his, kissing him fiercely as he continued to thrust into her, her back against the smooth, cool stone of the wall a dizzying contrast to the heat of his body pressing against her front.
"Jareth!" She gasped as she felt her body begin to tingle from head to toe. "God! Don't stop, never stop!"
He growled against her mouth and increased his pace, sweat slicked both of their bodies so they slid deliciously together in a rhythm that helped drive them both over the edge. On a ragged moan, Sarah let her orgasm rule over her as Jareth let out deep guttural growl and followed her, both panting trying to catch their breath.
"Well," She said slyly, "That was a pleasant little interlude."
"I'm not done with you yet, woman." Jareth said roughly, swinging her around and laying her on a long plush sofa that she was sure wasn't there a minute ago.
"Magic is handy." She said, bemused, then all thought fled from her mind as Jareth began licking and nipping from her toes, up her calf and finally to her inner thigh.
"Magic is very handy." He murmured, as he kissed and licked past the juncture of her thighs, earning him a long throaty moan from Sarah, he then dipped his tongue into her belly button, causing her to wriggle and laugh. Finally, settling himself between her thighs, he licked and suckled at her breasts, drawing her nipples into tight, sensitive peaks.
Sarah arched her back and threw her weight to flip their positions, suddenly straddling him, she grinned as she reached her hand between their bodies and stroked his growing erection. "Well hello, Your Majesty." She said, grinning cheekily at him. Jareth groaned and closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her small, soft hand wrapped around him.
"My Queen," he rasped, "I am your slave."
"I do not fear you," she whispered, leaning close so that her mouth was only inches from his. "I may never do as you say," she continued, nipping lightly at his lips. "But I do love you." She said as she kissed him passionately, putting her heart and soul into every slide of lips and tongue.
Shifting her hips so he could thrust inside her, Jareth broke her kiss and whispered, "I move the stars only for you, you precious thing."