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AN: Something new I decided to try. Not entirely sure if it will get finished, or if this will end up as a sad one-shot, sitting lonely in my account until such a day it is deleted. But, be forewarned, it will be sad because truly I like to extract that emotion from the things I produce. Please enjoy and let me know what you think, even if it is not positive. (Rated M due to the course in which I hope it will go, a precursor if you will).
If Thou Wilt Remember
Even this had been taken from her. This gift of the gods, had been snatched right back after quickly tantalizing her, and slowly tormenting her. Creating havoc within her and around her. Yet, after making her care so deeply for something, someone; a cruel trick, slight of hand stole that someone away again to make her life's miseries complete. How could anything else matter, when there was nothing left to care about? Now she understood the utter despair he must of felt when his Escher room crashed down around him, because to her it felt as if her entire being had been chiseled away at until one final stroke lead to the annihilation of that was good in her life.
Her father didn't truly understand what she was going through. Bless him he had tried, but it was too overwhelming for him. Karen was sent in as his replacement, someone who might have a better knowledge of such acts, but she too had never truly experienced this and whilst they both knew it would hurt, they couldn't know just how much. Because Sarah hadn't told them her news beforehand, they weren't as crushed as she was. To them they learned, loved and lost in one fell swoop.
Toby had offered such sage wisdom for an eleven year old, and it made her heart splinter that little more. She would not teach anyone how to gain that wisdom, not in this lifetime.
So after all attempts failed to help her, they sent her here on holiday. The Williams believed that good healthy sunshine was what she needed to gain perspective. To see that whole world wasn't as gray as she thought. But as she sat on the beach, nothing changed. The whole world seemed as dull as it did before she came here. And with only herself for company, it gave her all the more time to think of 'what if'.
He rang often while she was away. Sarah at first answered the phone, only to burst into tears and have to hang up, get away from all that pain. Not even her ex-boyfriend understood what was going on inside of her. He hadn't particularly wanted this to begin with, and somehow she now was placing the blame on him… Unfair, unjust and cruel but she couldn't bring herself to forgive him just yet. From what she just didn't know, but she couldn't let it go. It hurt, just hurt. The whispers of 'it's not fair' played over in her head
The phone rang and she hugged her arms closer to her body, willing it to stop. The answering machine picked it up after the sixth ring.
"Sarah, sweetheart I heard your awful news!" This was her biological mother, the one person on this earth who truly didn't deserve to have a child.
"It is a tragic shame and loss, but I think this raw emotion has its silver lining!" Sarah mutely turned her head to machine, not knowing exactly what to except. How could this have any kind of good come of it? It was devastating, and devastation often held nothing but bad things.
"I don't know if you heard what mummy's up to, but I recently auditioned for a soap opera. I was terribly upset of course, and was able to use that emotion to land me a leading role! Isn't that a bit of good news-?"
Throwing a pillow at the phone knocked it over so that she didn't have to listen to any more of that drivel.
Linda never cared about any but herself, so Sarah wasn't in the least surprised. She was, however, upset that her dad had told even mentioned it to that insipid woman. What on earth was he thinking?
Fluttering a hand down her torso she bit back another sob. Today she would have been three months old. Beautiful and perfect in every way. Today should have been a day where Sarah would have been exhausted for other reasons and proud and elated when she slept a night through. No instead she was haunted by images so dreadful. Dreams in which the pain was intensified three-fold. The screaming, her screaming so loud, because no one was saying anything. Her noise was the only noise, which made her weep until she was bone dry.
Stifling another sob, Sarah stood up, determined to do something. Three months on and nothing had changed, but today she was determined to change it. There was something she could do, something no one else would ever think of, unless of course they had spent thirteen hours in the Underground.
"I wish the Goblin King was here, right now." Imperious, Sarah waited, hoping against hope that this would work.
At first there was stillness, silence that echoed his return. This time the lack of noise was a good sign.
Then there was wind, violently gushing, making her window panes shake malevolently and she could hear the pitter of water hitting the glass.
Electricity filled the air until it hummed, similar to that of that occurs before lightening strikes. The wind ceased its howling and the rain stopped. The air still buzzed and yet Sarah was not frightened in the least. Instead she stood her ground knowing what was yet to come could be her only hope.
"I have to admit precious, of all the reconciliations I thought up, this was not one of them." The drawl was unmistakable, and the familiarity with which he spoke gave her a small amount of comfort. He had not forgotten her at all, and this might make the crazy and utterly ridiculous plan of hers work.
"Hullo Goblin King." Sarah replied, smiling faintly. His eyes narrowed in on her mouth and he looked displeased at her pathetic attempt to smile. In truth she knew it was pitiful in comparison to before, and in knowing that her smile was but the faintest of echoes of anything real, she wasn't offended at his scrutiny.
"Call me by my name Sarah. After all, you're the one who invited me." He shifted positions from leaning casually against her doorframe until he was fully upright, ready for action. If Sarah could remember how to laugh she would have as she watched his muscles tense in readiness of what was to come. His clothes, as always, hugged him tightly and suited him perfectly, rich and dark fit for any king.
"I thought we would just get down to business, Jareth." And her mood brightened as she saw him start at the use of his name. Jareth hadn't been expecting her to be so bold; well he had a lot coming his way. Somehow, by startling him, Sarah found the courage to continue. It wasn't as if she had anything else to lose.
"First I suppose your wondering why I called you here. Well, I need you to do something for me. A favour, although quite a large one."
He smirked at this statement and stalked into the room, looking as if he owned the place. Briefly, as she watched his eyes sweep the room, Sarah tried to see it as he would see it; small but tidy, and with a definite beach house feel. It reflected nothing of her own taste and held no personal artifacts whatsoever. All in all, it was bare of any trace that a woman named Sarah lived here. Idly she wondered what he would make of it, and of course of her demand.
"Do tell, precious thing." Her eyes snapped back up his, to find that his inspection was done and he now was watching her intently which those alien eyes. Sarah took a breath and met his curious gaze. She felt a little of that infamous courage she was said to have escape her. She felt herself deflate under his inquisitive eyes until the whispers of 'you have to do this, for her' gave her the reason. So she steeled herself, and finally asked for the favour she needed to happen, no matter what.
"I need you to re-order time."