Darklady: Well hello again everyone. Over 80 reviews . . . I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!
Ly: You are quite a talented writer my Lady, you and Grace are working well on this story.
Jareth: This is going to be a fun chapter . . .
Sarah: Your just upset because you act like a fool.
Jareth: (gives Sarah arrogant stare) I am anything but a FOOL.
Darklady: Yeah right Goblin King lets let everyone decide after they have read the chapter K? (Jareth grumbles in backround) I hope that you enjoy this . . . OH and don't forget to Give a great big hand for my beta's GraceRichie and Ergott.
Chapter 11: Be careful what you 'wish' for.
Jesi had come into the room only heart beats after Jareth's second departure. She had asked about the meal and whether Sarah would enjoy a tour of the King's garden, which Sarah readily accepted. They two women now stood in the garden, both looking at what Sarah had to admit to be the most glorious black orchid she had even laid eyes on. But the beauty of the flower was being pushed quickly to the back of her mind, for from beside her were coming waves of anxiety and shame. Sarah looked to her companion and asked, "Jesi what's wrong?"
"What makes you think something is the matter?" Jesi asked brightly.
"I can feel it." Sarah answered softly. "I can feel your heart race with nerves and your throat clog with shame. So I repeat . . . What's wrong?" Jesi couldn't help but smile.
"You truly are a remarkable woman, Lady Sarah. I fear however that you are right . . . and I must tell you something that you may find displeasing." Sarah felt her own heart race with fear.
"Is something wrong?" Jesi shook her head, understanding the younger woman's upset.
"No miss, but I fear I have lied to you." Sarah relaxed, though still slightly tense. Her first thought upon hearing Jesi's confession had been that something had happened to her friends, or Gods forbid her family. But now she stood beside the Fae female wondering what she could possibly be hiding.
"What is it Jessika?"
"I am not what you think I am. I am not a lady in waiting, nor a maid . . . or anything there of. I am a warrior, the King's finest female guard. The King himself sent for me to watch over you." Sarah kept her face and voice calm, though her heart was beating faster than ever before.
"Why do I need someone to watch over me?" Sarah asked, upset that her voice sounded so weak.
"After what happened last night the King wished for you to be protected at all times, whether in this world or your own. The King had never been so . . . affected before Lady Sarah."
Sarah's mind was reeling. Why had Jareth been so 'affected'? Was it because of Mitch, because of what he had almost done? Did he care for her? Or was this just another trick? She shook her head trying to clear the questions that seemed to pour in, only succeeding in rushing more in.
"Does the King want me here Jesi? Do you know?" Jesi moved then, so quickly that had Sarah not been expecting it, she never would have seen. The warrior took Sarah's hands in hers, her grasp gently squeezing.
"There are things that I am sure the King does not understand, things that he is not ready to admit too. But I have seen into his eyes, listened to his voice as he spoke of your attack, and how he found you. I saw and heard the fear there . . . He wants you here Lady Sarah. He may not understand why . . . or be ready to tell you himself, but truly he wants you hear." Jesi let the younger woman's hands fall from her own. "You Lady Sarah are always welcome." Sarah felt something begin to grow inside her. What was it . . . Hope? Sarah quickly placed the sensation and Jesi's words away in another part of her mind for later reflection. For now . . .
"So Jesi . . . you are what my personal bouncer?" Jesi looked to Sarah with utter confusion clouding her glorious blue eyes.
"Bouncer?" Jesi looked down to her gown. "I can hardly kick in this frock and you wish me to bounce, Lady?" Sarah let the laughter free that bubble inside her.
"I'm sorry Jesi, bouncer was the wrong word to use. Umm . . . you're going to be my guard?"
"Yes Milady. Your personal guard, I answer to you and the King only." Sarah nodded, then she too was pulled to look at the warrior's gown.
It did seem wrong for her, too delicate and flighty. Sarah had never considered herself a warrior by ANY means, but even she found the garment to be . . . a bit girly. Circling Jesi carefully, she took in every inch of the Fae Warrior. No, she certainly shouldn't be in such a dainty fabric. Her body, mind, and magic were trained for protecting, for battle, for survival. Not curtseying and giggling like mindless flirts. Sarah thought for a minute. She should be wearing breeches, something soft and durable, black leather, with just enough stretch for her to move freely. A silk shirt of ivory coloring with a spell of resistance weaved into the light threads, would hide beneath a sleeveless, toffee colored, ankle length tunic. With hiding places for daggers, and half calf boots of the same color and material. 'Yes!' Sarah thought, the picture clear in her mind. 'That's how Jesi should dress.'
Jesi gave a startled gasp as her clothes started to shift and change. It took but a moment, the air smelling of a light mist during and after the magic had settled. 'So the little Queen has magic.' Jesi smiled, that would make her job easier. As the magic faded Jesi looked down to her NEW clothes. The colors and fabrics suiting her perfectly. She inspected the tunic, delighted to find that the little Queen had even managed places for her knifes. Looking back to Sarah she saw worry etched into the young face. Jesi smiled to her Mistress reassuringly. "Thank you Lady. These are truly a wonderful gift." Sarah smiled, though shocked.
"Umm . . . yeah they are." She moved closer to Jesi to touch the tunic, holding the weight of the fabric in her hands. "Did I do this?" She asked after a long pause.
Jesi looked at Sarah then, truly seeing and understanding, though not completely believing. She had to hear it . . . had to see Sarah's mouth voice the words. "Lady Sarah, do you know how to use your magic?" Sarah shook her head, still gazing at the fabric she held in between her fingers. Jesi didn't hide her anger as she pulled Sarah closer to her side. "Captain I have need of you!!" She called in a loud clear voice. A moment later Lyzander appeared.
Sarah was shocked by how much more . . . BEAUTIFUL the Fae men were compared to mortal men. 'Screw this we're living here!!!' Her hormones SCREAMED at the sight of the Fae Captain. His hair was the styled much like Jareth's, though this man's hair was longer and if possible a bit lighter. He was just as tall, though built more for the life of a warrior, though something told Sarah that Jareth didn't look much different underneath the frills. His eyes, like Jesi's, were both blue, though a much lighter shade. Like snow melting at the first sign of Spring. His face was not as handsome as Jareth's, though would still make a happily married woman leave her husband for just a glance. "Is there something I'm missing?" He asked, his voice a bit deeper than Jareth's though . . . still deliciously accented. It was only when he SPOKE that Sarah noticed the lines etched in his forehead from his confusion. Lyzander looked from Sarah to Jesi, only then realizing that he had forgotten to introduce himself. "Forgive me Lady Sarah, I am Lyzander Captain of the Royal Guard and Personal Guard to His Majesty the King." Sarah wondered for a second if she should bow or curtsey, but a whisper from Rin said their was no need.
"I'm pleased to meet you Bystander." Jesi shook her head, and forced herself not to laugh.
"Please Lady, call me Ly." He smiled, truly amused by her attempt. "Jesi why have you called?" Jesi wondered for only a moment whether or not to leave and speak else where, but quickly threw the idea from her mind. If she Sarah was going to be Queen she would have to get used to such things.
"Captain did you know that the Lady Sarah possesses magic, magic that she has not be taught to control?" Lyzander looked at Jesi, seemingly unbothered.
"Of course she has magic Jesi, you know the story. But not nearly enough to do any harm." Jesi and Sarah shook their heads.
"No sir, she possesses magic of her OWN." Ly shook his own head at the women.
"That can not be, she is mortal. NO mortal has EVER had their own magic." Jesi crossed her arms over her breast defensively. 'No mortal has ever? Did he not remember? How could he have forgotten?'
"Sarah do you think you could show him?" Ly spoke again, drowning Sarah's words and fueling her already turning anger.
"Ladies really, I think you are confused. Lady Sarah has no REAL magic of her own." Sarah felt her magic burst to life in her chest, as if her MAGIC was outraged by his words. Who was he to say what she could and couldn't do? 'Little one calm down, you do not want to hurt anyone.' Sarah tried to calm herself, even as she felt her magic licking at her finger tips, begging to be released. Sarah risked a quick glance to Jesi, if the warrior felt the change in the air, sensed the magic fighting for release, she did not show it. Lyzander how ever, stood shocked.
"Does the King know what you are capable of?" He asked, unaware that he had opened up himself for attack.
"Considering that I threw him into a wall this morning, I believe he does. But he is But he is male and Fae . . . so it may not have gotten through his thick ego . . . OR SKULL!" Sarah walked away from them, then. Knowing if she stayed she would only get angrier and lash out at them.
Jesi kept Sarah in sight, though she was wise enough to let the young woman have her space. Jesi needed to speak with her captain and the 'little Queen' needed time alone. The man hadn't meant to upset Sarah, but the way he had formed his statements were offensive to even herself. He seemed to be confused by her upset, typical for Fae males. "Permission to speak freely sir." Lyzander nodded his consent, never looking at Jesi. For if he had he would have quickly denied her permission. "Lyzander what in the seven layers of hell is wrong with you?!"
"I didn't realize anything I said was insulting to her."
"You questioned our state of mind, called both us liars, and then you went on as to imply that mortals were completely incapable of such things as Powerful Magic."
"They are." He said, his own anger starting to show.
"It is NOT. You know it is not! It has happened before." Lyzander looked at Jesi confused, 'what was she . . .' his eyes opened wide. HOW COULD HE HAVE FORGOTTEN!!!???
"Dear Gods I am a fool." Jesi nodded her head at his words.
"You shall have no argument from me of that statement." She said with a hint of amusement hiding behind her fierce anger.
"What should I do? I did not mean to insult the future Queen." Jesi turned him until he faced the young woman he was speaking of.
"Go and apologize. I know you didn't mean to insult her, but she does believe you meant what you said. You have led her to believe that you think her less for being born human. And if I were you I would hurry, I have a feeling Lady Sarah is one that once on her bad side you will stay there for as long as she has breath."
"CRAP!!"
Lyzander moved to Sarah's side, slowly, sensing that she was somewhat like a great cat. Calm and patient, waiting silently for its prey to make a wrong move, so it can pounce. He stopped beside her, noticing her eye's flicker in his direction, felt her magic flare as she realized how truly close he was. He stood for a moment letting her adjust to his close proximity, giving himself time to think of what to say. "Lady Sarah may I speak with you?" Lyzander watched as she kept her eyes purposely from him.
"If you think I can understand your fancy talk." She spat, making the fully grow Fae beside her cringe at the venom in her words.
"Lady Sarah, please forgive me. I truly I did not mean to insult you or any one for that matter." Sarah snorted at his apology and turned her gaze to him, blue flames dancing in emerald eyes.
"You may not have meant to sir, but you most certainly DID!" Sarah snarled, as the warrior bowed his head in shame and fear.
"I can not tell you how truly sorry I am. I never meant any of that to sound so foolish. You have proven to All that you are more determined, spirited, and caring then a good deal of our Fae women. You Sarah Williams are now and always will be, along with others like you, a sign to ALL that mortals are just as capable, if not more so, as Fae." He met her eyes then, daring to face the fires that he was sure could burn even HIM to death. "Please forgive my stupidity, Lady Sarah."
"Fry, do people really think like that down here?" She asked, he responded with a sigh and a hint of a smile.
"LY Lady Sarah, and sadly yes. Some Fae believe because they can control magic they are better than mortals, superior to them. Some even keep them as pets." Sarah gasped as she heard the last part.
"What about Jareth? Does the King keep any human pets?" She spat the last word, as though it left a sickening taste in her mouth.
"Of course not." Ly said with minimal shock in his voice. "Any mortal that works for the King in his palace is treated as any other servant, with all needs seen to. And those children that are sent to other families, families who wish for a child from the King are protected by the High King and Queen themselves." Sarah looked to Lyzander as he finished and smiled.
"I'm glad to hear that. I don't think I could stand this place if children were being taken from one nightmare to be placed in another." Lyzander nodded at the 'little Queen's' words. "Now what are we going to do about my magic?" Lyzander burst into absurd laughter, at Sarah's question. He could see why Jareth had fallen so quickly for this woman, even at such a young age.
"Your moods shift quicker than the wind." Sarah shook her head and smiled, his words were only slightly true.
"Only when I do not wish to be in a bad mood, do the change so quickly. That does not mean that I do not hold a grudge or that I can not keep my anger flowing." She leaned in, all smiles. "I am a bit of a brat." Lyzander laughed again, who knew the 'little Queen' was so amusing. Jesi came then, knowing that the two had made up in some strange way.
"It is time for lunch Lady Sarah, I am sure the King is waiting." She turned from Sarah to Ly than. "And I believe, Sir, that you have need to speak with the King." Ly nodded, to Jesi.
"Allow me to pop us to the dinning hall." Sarah looked at the offered arm for a moment, wondering if she should take it. Then with only a second of hesitation she laced her arm with his. "Hold tight." Ly said in warning, neither hearing Jesi's protests.
The sensation, Sarah learned, was as unpleasant as she had first thought and was over before it began. Where they had only a heart beat ago been in the King's garden, there now stood in the dinning hall, with a very cold looking King. Sarah's face contorted in confusion as she felt his anger fill the room. Stepping away from Ly to go to him she was hit with a wave of dizziness and nausea.
Sarah fought to remain standing, but found the ground coming up quickly to meet her. She closed her eyes and braced herself for, what seemed like, the inevitable. But it never came. She felt two strong arms wrap around her, as they had before, though this time she felt no fear. Turning instinctively into him. Clutching his shirt and taking in his cool scent, waiting for the ill feeling to pass.
Jareth quickly picked Sarah up, bridal style, and carried her to a near by chair. He sat with her in his lap, gently stroking her hair and whispering softly, for what seemed like hours. All he wanted to was make her feel better and as her grip on his shirt loosened to nothing he pulled her away just enough to look in her eyes. "Sarah are you alright?" His eyes narrowing as she nodded.
"What happened?" She asked, confused as Jareth sighed.
"I told you to rest." His voice holding more humor than Sarah saw in his eyes.
"I'm sorry." Sarah said looking anywhere but into his eyes, uncomfortable with still being in his lap. Locking his disappointment away he placed Sarah gently in the chair beside his own. Neither noticing or caring that Jesi and Ly had slipped silently from the room.
Jareth moved to his seat, asking once more if she was alright before calling for lunch. "HOGTOAD!" The dwarf came into the room grumbling about how easy his name was and that the King should know it after SOO long. It seemed that he hadn't notice the excited girl beside the King.
Sarah didn't wait for Hoggle to notice her. She ran to him and hugged him tightly. Hoggle yelped and struggled for a minute, before he realized WHO was hugging him. The two friends hugged each other close, neither noticing the jealousy that flashed in Jareth's eyes. When the two finally pulled apart, Hoggle asked his questions. "Sarah ya doin' here?" Sarah closed her eyes for a minute, hoping that a better answer to his question would fly across her vision.
"My uncle attacked me last night and Jareth saved me." Hoggle looked from Sarah to the King, his eyes both begging and condemning at the same time.
"That's right Hangnail, the lady is here for healing. Nothing more." 'For now.' He added in his mind.
"Ya had better no' be tricken' 'er." Hoggle said, forgetting who he was speaking too. Until, that is, Jareth stood.
"Are you really telling me, your KING, what I had better and better not do?" Jareth watched with satisfaction as the little man coward before him, upon remembering who was truly in charge. Little did either realize, that NEITHER, held true power.
Taking Hoggle's hand Sarah walked from the room. Paying no attention to Jareth as he appeared just outside the main hall doors. She did however stop when he moved in front of her, not allowing her to walk any further. His voice was truly puzzled when he spoke. "Where are you going?" Sarah looked up at him calmly as Hoggle trembled beside her.
"Well I figured if you two can't play nice, then I'll have to separate you. And since you ate breakfast with me I believe Hoggle should share lunch." Jareth couldn't say or do anything as Sarah pushed past him and pulled Hoggle behind her.
He stood in the hallway, minutes after she had disappeared from sight, completely shocked. Then ever so slowly a smiled crept across his face. Sarah Williams was many things, spoiled, short tempered, impulsive, emotional, artistic, graceful, elegant, stubborn, curios, playful, and his Perfect Match in EVERY way. He vanished from the hall, a smile still present on his face. There were a few people who wished to speak with him.
Sarah realized quickly, that she only LOOKED like she knew where she was going. It took Hoggle a few minutes to convince her, however, to allow him to lead. He had decided to picnic with her in the King's garden. It was quiet and peaceful where he had settled them. It reminded her of where she and Rin had first spoken, though something told her that they had been somewhere with in the labyrinth walls. "Wha' are ya doin 'ere Sarah?" Hoggle asked as he handed her a sandwich.
"I already told you Hoggle. I was attacked last night and Jareth brought me here to heal."
"So ya's trust him now?" Sarah thought for a moment about his question.
"Yes . . . I do." Hoggle looked at her, truly shocked by her answer.
"He changed ya's 'pinion 'bout him in a day?" Sarah shook her head, now understanding his shock.
"I never said I didn't trust him. I always trusted him to do exactly as he said he would." Hoggle jumped at her admittance.
"Ya trust that lyin', cheatin', sack a . . ." Sarah clapped her hand over his mouth, ceasing his heated talk.
"HOGGLE STOP!" She waited until he nodded before letting her hand fall.
"Jus' help me ta understand." Sarah shrugged at his words.
"I can't because I don't understand if myself. He just seems so familiar, so comforting, so . . . Safe." Hoggle shook his head, at Sarah's unhelpful words.
"Ya'r right I donna' understand." Sarah couldn't help the smile that lit her face as he went on. "But considerin how happy ya look . . . I donna need ta."
Jareth tapped his riding crop against his boot. He had told Sarah that he would start her magic lessons today, but in light of everything he had changed his mind. Now he had just heard of Sarah's magical flare. It hadn't been dangerous . . . at first, a harmless change of clothes. But Lyzander had proven if anyone pressed Sarah to much, the consequences COULD be deadly. "Majesty, I would like to be the one to train her." Jesi said after a moment's pause. Jareth, however, quickly shook his head.
"No, the Queen's lessons will be my duty." Jesi nodded, though not at all pleased.
"Well then Majesty, I would start as soon as possible." Lyzander threw in. Jareth raised an elegant eyebrow at his friend, but nodded.
"She is a daughter of Labyrinth." He stated, matter of factly. Leaving both Jesi and Ly to gape.
"How is that possible?" Ly asked, as Jareth shrugged.
"How is something SHE does not even know. But it is true none the less." Jesi spoke this time.
"Does she know?" She paused. "Do either of them know?" Jareth shook his head.
"WHAT?!" Both guards yelled.
"She . . . They do not know," He paused making sure that they realized he was giving an order, " and it will STAY that way until WE are ready to tell them." Jesi nodded, but Ly disagreed.
"I highly suggest that you BOTH tell them and soon. The Queen will not be pleased when she learns that you are keeping a sister from her." Jareth paused.
"You may be right about that . . ." He said pinching the bridge of his nose. "I will speak with him . . . and WE shall decide what to do." Jesi and Ly nodded, though still not entirely pleased. "But for now, neither is to know the other BREATHES . . . Understood?" Both nodded again. "Then spread the word, Captain." Lyzander nodded and bowed to the King before disappearing in a cloud of dark blue glitter. "Jesi . . . Come with me. We must find Sarah and begin her training."
It didn't take long to find Sarah with Hoggle. Jesi stood watching the young woman with her friend, she seemed truly at ease. As though she hadn't a care in the world. It shocked Jesi to see that without turning Sarah knew who was coming. "Jesi . . . why are you and Jareth here?" Jesi shook herself.
"I am always watching Lady Sarah, but the King had decided to start your lessons." Sarah turned then, fear shinning in the dark depths of her eyes.
"Really?" Jareth chuckled at her question, as he helped her to stand.
"I told you last night we would start your lessons today." Sarah looked down, trying to hide from his words. "Sarah come you can not harm me." Sarah gave a nervous laugh at that.
"Yeah sure . . . I've read books seen movies. Just because you've been at this longer . . . Wait how old are you?" Jareth couldn't help but chuckle at her question, it was quite strange how her mind worked. But stranger still was how much he loved it.
"778 year old." Sarah nodded, somehow unsurprised by his age.
"Just because you've been at this for over 7 centuries does NOT mean I can not hurt you. Even a gun expert can be short by a rookie." Jareth nodded, though he didn't completely understand her statement.
"Sarah you will not harm me. We shall start with something simple." Still skeptical Sarah crossed her arms. "Trust me." Sarah looked to Jesi who was now leaning on a tree beside Hoggle, a good 10 ft. away.
"Fear not Lady Sarah, neither Lady Labyrinth nor I shall let you harm someone." Rin's sweet voice chimed in her mind.
"Even if this particular someone could use a swift kick in his breeches." Sarah smiled, but kept laughter at bay and nodded to Jareth.
"Very good. First things first. There are two kinds of magic. The more common is Logical Magic. With this magic you most truly concentrate on what you want, then use words and movements to get the desired out come. Like all things, the more you practice the more able you will become, the more complex things you can do. Such as teleporting yourself from one place to the other or changing your shape." Sarah nodded her understanding so far, but gave him a look that said she needed to ask something.
"Umm . . . I have a question, but I'm not sure how to word it so . . . bare with me." Jareth nodded for her to continue. "Is all magic just the same? I mean . . . is the High King as powerful as a Goblin?" Jareth smiled proudly at her question.
"Very good question and no would be your answer. The High King has the most power of all FAE. The most control and knowledge." Sarah nodded. "Now the second kind of magic is Emotional Magic. It is quite rare and quite powerful, there is no need for practice to do the more difficult of magic's. Emotional Magic works to do just as the person who has it wishes. Unlike with Logical Magic there is no need for spells or movements, it is not the magic you are training the person to control, but their impulses." He looked to Sarah to be sure she was following, only continuing once he was sure. "Now we are going to start with something . . ." Sarah interrupted.
"What kind of magic do you think I have Jareth?" He thought for only a second, before answering.
"Logical." Sarah shook her head, not understanding.
"How does that make sense?" She asked, looking to Jesi.
"Do not look at me Lady Sarah. I would bet my last gold piece that you are an Emotional Magic." Jareth spoke then, seemingly trying convince both women he was right. "True Jesi she shows emotional qualities, but all young Fae have moments when their magic merely reacts, even older Fae like ourselves can loose control." Jesi nodded, though Sarah knew she was still unconvinced.
"Now, Sarah, we are going to start with something simple. I would like you to make me a cup of tea." Sarah looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
"Well what kind of tea? And how do you expect me to create this tea?" Jareth nodded, she was still asking the right questions.
"First relax, you are getting frustrated and you haven't even tried anything yet. Just think of a simple spell, it would make it easier on you if it rhymed." Sarah nodded, that didn't make sense to her . . . but whatever.
"But that still doesn't tell me what kind of tea." Jareth didn't bother thinking, it really didn't matter what kind of tea. So he merely stated her favorite.
"Chamomile." Sarah nodded, that helped.
"Don't you dare laugh at me Jareth!" She felt the sides of her mouth twitch as he smirked at her.
"Of course not, my lady." Sarah nodded and thought for a minute. The only rhyme she could come up with was completely embarrassing, but . . . it would have to do.
"Roses are red, Violets are blue. Make Jareth a cup of Chamomile tea for two." Jareth laughed at her, as she knew he would, and then suddenly stopped. Sarah opened eyes she hadn't realized were closed and started to laugh, only THEN hearing Jesi and Hoggle behind her, doing the same.
There in all his glory stood Jareth the Goblin King, in a giant tea cup. Chamomile flowers sticking out of everywhere, his boots, his shirt, his pants, even in his hair. Moving closer to Jareth Sarah noticed that he was also SOPPING wet, with a good deal of water in the tea cup he stood in. She supposed that the water must have dumped on the very amused King. Sarah looked up at him, trying desperately to stop laughing, and found looking at him to be her undoing. Looking up at him she saw his look of pure and utter embarrassment sent her into another fit of laughter. Jareth flicked his wrist and immediately righted himself.
"Sarah could you manage to stop laughing?" His serious face and tone did nothing but make her laugher harder. It took a good 15 minutes for all three of them to calm down, by which time Jareth was thoroughly displeased. Which almost caused Sarah to start again. He looked at her pointedly and pursed his lips, wondering if she would start again. "Are you quite finished now?" Sarah nodded, not trusting her mouth to open and not have a laugh come out. He turned to Jesi then, who had resume STANDING beside the tree, along with Hoggle. She looked back at him, truly unbothered by his heated gaze.
"Please Majesty continue." He narrowed his gaze, but said nothing. Turning back to Sarah his voice was calm and somewhat soothing.
"Alright Sarah we're going to try something a bit different." Sarah spoke then, not understanding why he was changing his tactics.
"Shouldn't we try the tea again?" Jareth face was one that Sarah would tell her children about for years to come, the look of pure horror and loathing was more humorous than anything she had EVER seen.
"No, I don't think so." Sarah risked a smile, which surprisingly was mirrored by Jareth. "This time we're going to try making a sandwich." Sarah's brow knotted at this.
"Umm . . . not for nothin but that isn't easy." She stated a bit worried and slightly upset.
"Of course it is." Jareth threw back with an arrogant smirk, she had ALMOST forgotten he had. Sarah shook her head.
"No tea is easy, leaves and hot water. Sandwiches are bread and the layers of things between, THAT is not easy. I think we should try the tea again." Jareth shook his head as she went, growing more and more impatient as she went on.
"NO, Sarah you will try making a sandwich." Sarah crossed her arms irritated that he wasn't listening.
"FINE!" Jareth her another pointed look, trying to intimidate her. She raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Well come on." Jareth smiled to himself, she was the ONLY one who dared to defy him in such ways. He recited a spell and showed her how she would move. Sarah nodded and smirked, he hadn't realized that he had used 'make Jareth' again. 'Oh Well' she thought with devilish glee, somehow managing to keep her face a lock of concentration, even when Rin's musical laughter filled her mind.
"Would you care to give it a try Sarah?" He asked after he was sure she had gotten the movements and the spell JUST right. But it was his voice that caught Sarah's attention, like he was talking to a small child, one who he thought could only understand the smallest of words. 'THAT DOES IT!!!' Sarah thought dangerously, letting a sweetly innocent smile light her face.
"I'd love to Jareth."
Taking a few deep breaths she closed her eyes and recited Jareth's spell and copied his earlier movements. She opened her just as she said 'make Jareth' and found herself ready to laugh again as he realized his error. "NO WAIT!!" But it was too late, the damage was done. Jareth stood there horrified as his nose grew and his skin turned to living sand. His hair was spiked into a single point above his head, as a broom appeared beneath him, in such a way that forced him to sit on it. Behind Sarah laughing started again, this time however, Jesi stood hunched over gasping for breath, while Hoggle's small form was on the ground kicking for air. Sarah looked back to Jareth and found him even more embarrassed and somewhat upset with himself than before.
"Told Ya!" Sarah threw at him, laughed as he turned a 'oh shut up' looked at her.
This time the laughing fits lasted considerably longer, not because it was all that funny, but because each try Jareth made to rid himself of his new look only made his appearance worse. Warts grew on his sandy skin and on his large crooked nose, his hair turned a grassy green, the kind you found near a beach in the Aboveground. It took almost half an hour for him to find a spell strong enough to fully rid himself of Sarah's makeover. This time when he turned to her he was angry. "Sarah Williams you're not even trying!"
"YES I AM. But I told you a sandwich was more difficult than a cup of tea! You wouldn't listen, you arrogant bastard." Hoggle turned to Jesi behind the feuding couple.
"Damn it all I have to go start dinner . . . call me if she changes him into anything else." Jesi nodded as the dwarf ran back to the castle. Then turned back to the couple 'Time to cut in.'
Jesi moved to stand between Sarah and Jareth, feeling both of their magic's tickle the air. She turned to Jareth and shook her head. "Majesty, perhaps it is time to try something completely different." The King looked at the female guard with deep anger.
"Very well, you think she has Emotional magic . . . Fine we shall test her for that." After he had finished his . . . rant, Sarah stood beside Jesi tense and waiting for him to something . . . Anything. But as moments passed and turned to minutes, he still stood looking at Jesi, unmoving, even to blink. After about 10 minutes, Sarah relaxed, not believing he would do anything after all.
It was then he disappeared, Sarah listened and looked around her, waiting for him to reappear. Seconds, minutes, days passed and she heard, saw, felt NOTHING! Then there it was, grassing giving under a boot behind her. She turned quickly, only to see Jareth's smug face as a crystal headed toward her. Her first instinct and thought was to protect herself from the unknown crystal. A moment before the crystal hit her, a silvery blue barrier appeared around her. When the crystal DID hit, it disappeared into her barrier.
Sarah stood looking at Jareth with deadly anger burning in her chest. He threw a crystal at her! Part of her said she had used magic on him only that morning, but that was different! She didn't know how to control her magic, it was an accident . . . but what he had just done was PURPOSEFUL!! "What the bloody FUCKING HELL do you think you're doing?!!" She screamed after a pause.
"I tested your magic." He said calmly, though shocked.
"And what did you learn?" Sarah asked ignoring Rin's warning her to stay calm, it was already a bit late for that.
"A bit more than I had planed." He said softly.
"Care to share?" '
"You are Emotional Magic . . ." He said still shocked.
"And??!!" Jesi answered than, seeing that Jareth was too lost in his own mind.
"Sarah what you just did with his crystal, the way you absorbed it . . . You shouldn't have been able to do that." Sarah watched them carefully after Jesi had answered her, her anger quickly
turning to fear.
"Did I do something bad?" Jesi shook her head, to reassure that young woman.
"Not bad Lady Sarah, just unexpected." Sarah looked to Jareth who was now staring at her defeated.
"I don't know how to teach you this, Sarah. I can't teach you to control THIS kind of magic." Sarah felt her anger flood back into her body, as he spoke.
"Well who can?" She asked letting her voice sound only SLIGHTLY agitated.
"I'm not sure. You shouldn't be able to do what you just did Sarah. My magic is some of the most powerful and yet . . ." Sarah panicked, at his words.
"Are you telling me you can't help me?!" Jareth nodded, seemingly oblivious to her obvious upset.
"That is exactly what I'm tell you. I don't know anyone who can help you control this." Jesi spoke again, this time drawing both the King's and Sarah attention.
"But your Majesty . . . there is . . ." Jareth looked to Jesi, flames dancing in his mismatched eyes, daring her to finish her statement.
"No Jessika!" He said with deadly anger in his voice. His reaction caused Sarah to step in front of Jesi, surprising the warrior. 'Wait a moment, who is supposed to be protecting whom?' She thought somewhat amused.
"No what Jareth?" Sarah asked with a growl in her own voice.
"She speaks out of her place." He sated as though that would be the end of it.
"It seems that someone needs to put you in yours!" Something snapped behind the King's eyes at her words. Something that caused Jesi to try and place herself between him and Sarah, but the girl refused to let Jesi move from her place behind her.
"Sarah you step out of yours." He said deadly quiet, making Sarah's blood boil. Rin stepped in then, keeping Sarah calm enough not to use her magic on the foolish King. "Sarah you and Jesi have no right to question your King." Sarah nodded, suddenly in the eye of the storm of anger raging inside her.
"Your right Jareth, Jesi has no right to question her King, but you forget oh Mighty Goblin King, I am neither your subject nor your slave. You have no power over me." Sarah watched as for a split second his eyes flashed, something deep and sorrowful, than went straight back to icy anger. He opened his most to speak, only to shut it again when Sarah held up her hand. "Don't bother Goblin King, I'm gone!" Sarah had turned to walk away, than vanished, leaving a stormy feeling in the air. Jesi turned to Jareth, her anger drowning out her better judgment.
"Are you truly THIS STUPID?" She asked, not caring when his anger flashed to her.
"Jesi now is not the time . . ." She shook her head, and interrupted him.
"No, Jareth NOW IS THE PERFECT TIME!! You are a fool! You spend centuries waiting, WISHING for this woman. Spent 16 years watching over her once you finally DID find her, and now when she is finally starting to admit that she feels something for you, YOU act like a spoilt SELFISH CHILD, running scared because you were given a precious gift, that just keeps proving to be more and more special." Jesi stared to fade, leaving to find Sarah. "Wake and take a good look at the woman you keep underestimating Goblin King, before it is too late and you loose what you have been blessed with!" With that Jesi completely disappeared, leaving Jareth alone to think of what BOTH women had said. And oddly enough with one phrase in particular 'Be careful what you wish for.'
Darklady: Alright so what did everyone think of this latest chapter?
Jareth: I think I was a fool.
Sarah/Darklady: De De De . . . Ya think?
Ly: I think that I was truly made a fool of in this chapter Jareth.
Darklady: (hugs Ly and kisses him lightly)Oh please, you know I love you. Its just nice to have a little comic releif.
Ly: As long as your . . . not planning on making this perminant, I'm alright with it.
Darklady: (hugs Ly closer) Don't worry it won't last long at all.
Jareth: Did anyone else notice the talk of 'Another Queen' in this chapter?
Sarah: Yeah . . . you want to explain that Lady?
Darklady:(watches as Jareth and Sarah start to circle and turns to Ly) How about we POP out for a bit. Catch ya'll later. . . BYES
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