Chapter Two
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, and I have little to give up, so don't even bother slapping me with a copyright infringement lawsuit.
Summary: Sarah and Jareth reunite after nearly ten years apart from each other.
Hey all. This chapter I think, is kinda short compared to other ones that I will (hopefully) write in the future. I didn't really want to give up too much of my story right away, so I made this one a bit smaller. But fret not, loyal readers, for in the future, I will bring forth many chapters, filled with suspense, drama, romance, humor, and such and such. But in the meantime, please feel free to read this one, and leave me some feedback on the way out, because I cannot write without encouragement. Thanks, and Enjoy!!!
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Sarah was shocked. She was sitting in her dressing room, with Jareth standing over her, a person she had not seen nor heard from in nearly ten years, holding out a handkerchief for her to dry her eyes with. He somewhat evil-looking smile grew a bit as he watched her reaction in the vanity mirror.
"I am glad to see that I was able to surprise you," Jareth said to her, still offering the handkerchief in his hand, which was mere centimeters from her face.
Sarah, in a complete state of shock, reached up and took the handkerchief from him. She brought her hand back down to her lap, and cast her eyes downward to focus on the object that she held.
"I suppose you are wondering what I am doing here, both Aboveground, and in your dressing room," he said to her as he straightened and stood upright.
Sarah's mouth had gone completely dry, and she didn't know what to say. All she could do was nod as she fingered the handkerchief in her hands, keeping her eyes focused on the material.
"Well, I have been following you for the past ten years, ever since you 'defeated' me." He said, cringing slightly as he said the word. "I saw that you were able to accomplish your goals as an actress, and I haven't been out for a night of entertainment for a long time, so I figured that I deserved to take the night off to come and watch you. You were fabulous, by the way." He finished.
Sarah's head had snapped up when he had begun his explanation. "Following me?" she thought angrily. "He has been spying on me for the past ten years?" She shuddered at the thought of when he would've watched her, or what he might have seen her do.
She silently stood up, and moved over to were Jareth stood. She moved in so that she stood very close to him, and looked into his eyes. He was so focused on her eyes that he didn't notice the hand that she brought up, until she brought it down and made heavy contact with his cheek.
Now Jareth was the one who was shocked. He brought his hand up to his cheek, which was turning red with Sarah's handprint. She sated at him angrily, as she said, "How dare you. You had no right to be spying on me." She moved back over to her chair in front of her vanity and sat down, the hot tears building up in her eyes. She felt so betrayed.
Jareth cast a small healing spell on himself to ease the pain on his cheek, and moved back towards where Sarah was sitting, being cautious about every step he was taking. "I can assure you Sarah," he began slowly, "That I never watched you at inappropriate times. I am to much of a gentleman for that."
Sarah glared at him. "You really mean that?" she asked him coldly. Jareth nodded, and Sarah looked into his eyes and saw that he was telling the truth.
She sighed. "So, did your choice of clothing set you apart from everyone else in the audience?" she asked him, looking at his ensemble, and a little more. He was wearing a midnight blue silk poet's shirt, open to the waist, black tights, a black leather vest and leather boots, and a long flowing black cape. His emblem hung around his chest. The finishing touch was the black leather gloves her wore on his hands.
Jareth chuckled as he watched her eyes roam over him. He looked down at his outfit and back up at her as he said, "I can assure you that I appeared in the clothing that one of your people might choose."
"I don't believe you," Sarah said, smirking. "Show me."
Before she could finish her sentence, Jareth had transformed into a jet-black Armani suit, with a Midnight blue Silk shirt and tie underneath. His wild hair had been disguised and appeared as a much shorter version of unruly hair, a popular style for younger men nowadays.
Sarah didn't know what to say. He looked just as stunning as he did before. She mentally slapped herself for thinking about such things. It really wasn't the time to be thinking like that right now.
Trying to think of a new subject, Sarah asked. "So, was coming to see me in the play your only reason for showing up here after ten years?" She asked him as she moved to take off her stage make-up. She looked up at him to see that he had changed back into his normal clothes, and that the smile had disappeared from his face.
"Jareth, what's wrong?" she asked him, turning around to face him. He let his eyes fall to the floor, and answered her question. "Yes."
Sarah, having forgotten the question said, "Yes, what?"
Jareth brought his eyes back up to meet hers and said, "Yes there is another reason why I came up here." He answered her.
"Well, what is it?" She asked him.
He smirked a little and said, "You are always so impatient, aren't you?"
She frowned at him, and he went back to being serious. He took a deep breath and said to her, "Come back to the Underground with me."
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Okay, yeah, so this one probably seemed kinda short, (at least to me it did,) so I will try and make the next chapter a little bit longer. I would love to hear what you think about this one first though, so please leave the feedback for the chapter on your way out. Till next time...
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, and I have little to give up, so don't even bother slapping me with a copyright infringement lawsuit.
Summary: Sarah and Jareth reunite after nearly ten years apart from each other.
Hey all. This chapter I think, is kinda short compared to other ones that I will (hopefully) write in the future. I didn't really want to give up too much of my story right away, so I made this one a bit smaller. But fret not, loyal readers, for in the future, I will bring forth many chapters, filled with suspense, drama, romance, humor, and such and such. But in the meantime, please feel free to read this one, and leave me some feedback on the way out, because I cannot write without encouragement. Thanks, and Enjoy!!!
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Sarah was shocked. She was sitting in her dressing room, with Jareth standing over her, a person she had not seen nor heard from in nearly ten years, holding out a handkerchief for her to dry her eyes with. He somewhat evil-looking smile grew a bit as he watched her reaction in the vanity mirror.
"I am glad to see that I was able to surprise you," Jareth said to her, still offering the handkerchief in his hand, which was mere centimeters from her face.
Sarah, in a complete state of shock, reached up and took the handkerchief from him. She brought her hand back down to her lap, and cast her eyes downward to focus on the object that she held.
"I suppose you are wondering what I am doing here, both Aboveground, and in your dressing room," he said to her as he straightened and stood upright.
Sarah's mouth had gone completely dry, and she didn't know what to say. All she could do was nod as she fingered the handkerchief in her hands, keeping her eyes focused on the material.
"Well, I have been following you for the past ten years, ever since you 'defeated' me." He said, cringing slightly as he said the word. "I saw that you were able to accomplish your goals as an actress, and I haven't been out for a night of entertainment for a long time, so I figured that I deserved to take the night off to come and watch you. You were fabulous, by the way." He finished.
Sarah's head had snapped up when he had begun his explanation. "Following me?" she thought angrily. "He has been spying on me for the past ten years?" She shuddered at the thought of when he would've watched her, or what he might have seen her do.
She silently stood up, and moved over to were Jareth stood. She moved in so that she stood very close to him, and looked into his eyes. He was so focused on her eyes that he didn't notice the hand that she brought up, until she brought it down and made heavy contact with his cheek.
Now Jareth was the one who was shocked. He brought his hand up to his cheek, which was turning red with Sarah's handprint. She sated at him angrily, as she said, "How dare you. You had no right to be spying on me." She moved back over to her chair in front of her vanity and sat down, the hot tears building up in her eyes. She felt so betrayed.
Jareth cast a small healing spell on himself to ease the pain on his cheek, and moved back towards where Sarah was sitting, being cautious about every step he was taking. "I can assure you Sarah," he began slowly, "That I never watched you at inappropriate times. I am to much of a gentleman for that."
Sarah glared at him. "You really mean that?" she asked him coldly. Jareth nodded, and Sarah looked into his eyes and saw that he was telling the truth.
She sighed. "So, did your choice of clothing set you apart from everyone else in the audience?" she asked him, looking at his ensemble, and a little more. He was wearing a midnight blue silk poet's shirt, open to the waist, black tights, a black leather vest and leather boots, and a long flowing black cape. His emblem hung around his chest. The finishing touch was the black leather gloves her wore on his hands.
Jareth chuckled as he watched her eyes roam over him. He looked down at his outfit and back up at her as he said, "I can assure you that I appeared in the clothing that one of your people might choose."
"I don't believe you," Sarah said, smirking. "Show me."
Before she could finish her sentence, Jareth had transformed into a jet-black Armani suit, with a Midnight blue Silk shirt and tie underneath. His wild hair had been disguised and appeared as a much shorter version of unruly hair, a popular style for younger men nowadays.
Sarah didn't know what to say. He looked just as stunning as he did before. She mentally slapped herself for thinking about such things. It really wasn't the time to be thinking like that right now.
Trying to think of a new subject, Sarah asked. "So, was coming to see me in the play your only reason for showing up here after ten years?" She asked him as she moved to take off her stage make-up. She looked up at him to see that he had changed back into his normal clothes, and that the smile had disappeared from his face.
"Jareth, what's wrong?" she asked him, turning around to face him. He let his eyes fall to the floor, and answered her question. "Yes."
Sarah, having forgotten the question said, "Yes, what?"
Jareth brought his eyes back up to meet hers and said, "Yes there is another reason why I came up here." He answered her.
"Well, what is it?" She asked him.
He smirked a little and said, "You are always so impatient, aren't you?"
She frowned at him, and he went back to being serious. He took a deep breath and said to her, "Come back to the Underground with me."
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Okay, yeah, so this one probably seemed kinda short, (at least to me it did,) so I will try and make the next chapter a little bit longer. I would love to hear what you think about this one first though, so please leave the feedback for the chapter on your way out. Till next time...