Chapter 12.
Jareth's day in Sarah's body.
Jareth lay still, hopeful that would make the dizziness and nausea pass. When he felt the world stop spinning he slowly raised his head and frowned. What the deuces was he doing in Sarah's dorm room? Where was Sarah, and why did he feel so strange?
Pulling himself up to his knees he looked down, gasped and stared. He was dressed in a skirt and blouse, and the gloves that covered his hands were no where to be seen. It was at that moment he noticed the long dark hair that hung in his face. Muttering a few well chosen curse words he pulled himself up and stumbled over to the mirror. He stared for a moment then growled. "This is not a funny joke."
Quickly the ungloved hands covered his mouth; the sound of Sarah's voice jolted him. He moved to sit down on the bed. Looked at the mirror again and groaned. He thought back, to the moments before the vortex had captured them. What had happened? They had argued, well they did that a lot…but what had happened? Sarah had said something…what was it? Then he remembered it seared his mind like a hot poker.
"You're so tied up in your own world of self pity you have no idea of what others suffer! Well you know what? I WISH YOU COULD SPEND TWENTY FOUR HOURS LIVING MY LIFE!" Falling back on the bed Jareth closed the eyes of the body he was now trapped in. 'I really must take that power out of her hands.' He thought to himself. 'I can't have her making irresponsible careless wishes all willy nilly.'
How long he lay on her bed he was not sure. Rising up he moved to the mirror. "Father if you are watching, now would be a good time to acknowledge." The mirror fogged and the face of Oberon, wearing an amused grin appeared. Jareth in Sarah's body, crossed his arms but it was not the same and the High King snickered. "So glad to give you amusement. Now get me out of here."
"I'm afraid I cannot do that." Oberon stated flatly. "It was not my spell."
"Then get who ever did this to…" The man in the girl's body halted. "Father, did Sarah do this?"
"Let us say she had help along the way." Oberon was not about to give Jareth more information than he needed.
"What do I do now?" Jareth sighed.
"You walk a mile in your Sarah's shoes." Oberon suggested gently. "She wanted you to live her life."
"Where is she?" He sounded worried. "Is she alright?"
"She's fine. She's in your body, in your castle, giving orders to your goblins." Again the amusement was back on the face of the High King.
"She's what?" Jareth on the other hand was not so amused. "She's giving orders?"
"Yes," Oberon snickered. "She does a fine impression of you, my boy."
"She's sitting on my throne and giving orders?" He now barked. "I won't have it! How dare she? Who gave her the right to pretend to be me?"
The High King narrowed his eyes at the Goblin King imprisoned in the girl's body. "You will live her life for one day, and she will live yours."
Fear shot though the Goblin King. "What if there's a summons? She won't know what to do! She's just a girl!"
"On the contrary." Oberon said carefully. "The girl does not have sawdust for brains, my boy. She's been asking discreet questions and getting information on how to carry on with your duties. Including what happens when a summons comes."
Jareth almost smiled. "She has?" He lifted fingers, naked fingers at that, to what were not his lips. "Well, I'll be." He sounded full of pride and thrilled at the news.
Oberon cleared his throat, once he had the attention of the other he spoke. "You will live in the mortal realm for twenty-four hours. Without powers, mind you, those are with your body. You will function during this time as Sarah Williams. We will be watching, if you need us…for any reason."
The person in Sarah Williams' body sighed. "I'll call." As the mirror darkened, Jareth turned walked over to the door and turned the lock. "When hell freezes over." He snapped. He sat down on the bed. "I'll just stay here in this room for the next twenty-four hours, that should be easy enough. He looked at the body he was stuck with for. While it pleased him to look at it from the vantage point of his own body, it was quite another thing to be looking out her eyes.
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Oberon looked at Morganna, "I think I should send you to lend a hand. You are use to the world of man having lived there as a student. Perhaps you could show our boy King the ropes?"
Morganna laughed. "He would never listen to me! I'm a female."
Oberon cocked his head to one side. "Are you suggesting that Jareth is…what is the word… ah yes, a sexist?"
"Does the sun rise in the east?" Vivanne asked.
"Does the cock crow at dawn?" Emrys added.
Oberon looked around the group. "You all feel this way?" Everyone gave silent agreement to the statements. He tapped his chin. "Morganna, I do need you to go there. If left to his own devices he'll just sit in that room, he'll learn nothing." He took the hand of the redhead. "I need you to force him to see what Sarah lives."
"For you, my Father, I would crawl though a field of crushed glass." Morganna simpered.
The High Queen cleared her throat. "That will not be necessary!"
Morganna blushed, "Sorry." She looked toward the scrying pool. "Good thing for Jareth that I have experience at that school." She turned, and the Glamour of Morgan Dru appeared. "Wish me luck."
"Luck!"
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Jareth lay on the bed and glared at the ceiling. When he heard the lock being turned he snapped to attention. A moment later when Morgan sauntered in he glared at her. "What do you want? Get out of here." He ordered.
Morgan laughed in Sarah's face. "It's my room as well, Williams." She said loud enough to be heard in the halls. Then she closed the door, and took a seat on her own bed. "How the mighty have fallen."
"This is not funny, Morganna!" Jareth snapped in frustration. "It's damned uncomfortable! Not to mention it's an outrage."
"Uncomfortable?" The Fae woman toyed with him. "In what way?"
"It's one thing for me to toy with Sarah and her body, using it; it's another for me to be inside it, using it…." He actually blushed. "It's indecent, and obtrusive!" he rolled off the bed. "There are things about a girls being men should not know."
Morgan rolled her eyes, "You are such a sexist pig."
"I am not." He said defensively. "I just have a deep sense of right and wrong…and this." He waved down at the shapely body, "This is wrong."
Morganna shrugged. "Well right or wrong, if you don't grab your books we'll be late for the lecture we sighed up for and we need it for the credit." She rose and grabbed her own books. "Get the lead out, Williams."
"I'm not leaving this room." Jareth crossed Sarah's arms. "She does not need the credit, she's not returning here."
"You so sure of that?" Morganna tried to make it sound very threatening. "Grab that book and let's go…bitch!"
Jareth grumbled, and realized he was backed into a corner. "Fine. I'll attend the blasted lecture." Morganna stopped at the door. "Shoes, Williams….I'm the odd one, remember?"
Jareth looked down at his feet, or rather Sarah's feet. "Shoes? Where are they?"
"Under her bed." Morganna laughed cruelly.
Jareth reached under the bed, found a pair and donned them. Morgan rolled her eyes but thought, 'Let the sod wear heels, and teach him what being a girl is really like.' She linked arms with the Fae in Sarah's body and said. "Come on, already!" The walk over to the lecture hall was torture for Jareth. He wondered why in the world would a woman put up with this. He glared at his shoes when they were seated and toyed with the idea of kicking them off.
"Don't." Warned Morganna, knowing his thoughts. "You take them off and your feet will swell and you'll never get them back on."
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Oberon looked from his boots to the fashionable shoe worn by his Queen. "Do those hurt?"
"Darling, I gave up trying to impress you with foot wear centuries ago." She mused.
"Really?" he shrugged. "I never really gave your feet much notice."
Emrys looked toward Vivanne who was splashing her bare feet in the scrying pool. "I prefer my women with bare feet." He mused, and was rewarded by a sweet smile.
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The lecture hall darkened and the instructor began a long and boring litany. Morganna was busy taking notes, and Jareth was sitting back trying not to be bored. Someone behind him leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Hey baby, how about coming back here and learning something worth wild?" A hand rolled over Sarah's shoulder, moving down to her breast.
Jareth's eyes opened wide as the hand got closer to the breast. He turned and punched the boy in the nose. "Back off buster, this girl is spoken for."
The boy with the bleeding nose fell back. "A simple no would do, bitch!"
Morganna giggled and laughed helplessly into her hand, trying to cover it with a cough. Jareth with Sarah's eyes glared at her. He vowed quietly to himself to make the Fae woman pay for such insolence.