A/N: Yes this is the third chapter…I do realise the last chapters have been a bit dark so sorry bout that but I was in a Halloween mood; anyway I'm slowly realising the plot of the story so hey it may pick up. I am at this moment eating the little sweets that look like burgers, does anyone remember them??? On with the story…Please keep reviewing I need them they are the energy that keeps me writing. I am planning on updating with chapters asap so watch this space :D
Disclaimer: Okay for the umpteenth time I do not own the labyrinth.
A loud rapping at the door awoke Jareth from his slumber; he slowly got up and headed for the door. Before he turned the handle he looked round at Sarah who was apparently not disturbed by the banging on the door she was just lying still in a deep sleep. Jareth opened the door to find a small servant goblin with two trays in his hands. 'Your breakfast sire and one for The Lady.' Jareth just nodded to the servant and took the trays from his hands. He walked back into the room closed the door with his foot and lent against it with his back.
He sighed; he looked over again at Sarah to find her awake, sitting up looking down at her fingers. He walked over to the bed and placed one tray on her bed in front of her the other on a small table next to the bed. 'Good morning,' Jareth smiled to her. Sarah looked up briefly and gave him an unconvincing smile before looking down again. Jareth leant over and lifted the lid to her breakfast tray then did the same to his own. He sat back down on the chair next to her bed; he was thinking very carefully what to say next. He took a bite of his toast and looked at Sarah just sitting there. He swallowed his toast with a gulp and spoke again. 'How are you feeling this morning?' he asked with caution.
'Fine,' that's all she said in a tone that gave no emotion what so ever she didn't even look at him, she just gazed aimlessly at her arms as if examining them but not to sure of herself why. 'Do you remember much from last night?' She just nodded her head. 'Sarah you need to eat something.'
'I'm not hungry,' she spoke after a moment. She a wriggled under the sheets to make herself more comfortable and pushed the tray to the edge of the bed. 'Sarah you need to eat, you went through a lot last night…'
'You have no fucking clue what I went through last night!' she practically spat at him. He doesn't understand. She just wanted to be left alone she hadn't even had time to comprehend it fully herself. He had no idea what she was going through, she was embarrassed by the wounds she had received last night and him telling her he understood was like mocking her. Jareth put his toast back on the plate and got up off the chair. He moved across the little space between the chair and the bed and sat on the edge to face Sarah. He slowly reached his hand to hers but she suddenly pulled back yet didn't look at him. 'Don't' she said fear crashing around her yet her voice was a lot calmer than before. 'I just need to be on my own.' He looked at her for a moment; this moment seemed to drag on for Sarah. Jareth didn't like the thought of leaving her but her respected her request and got to his feet he didn't want to upset or distress her than she already was, he headed for the door and left.
After he closed the door he lent back on it he was so confused…why doesn't she want me near her, she shouldn't be alone. She would get angry though if you stayed. The voices in his mind were confusing him, he decided to go find his consort and with that he walked off down the corridor.
Sarah watched anxiously as Jareth closed the door behind him, she sighed in relief she couldn't take him starring at her. She was embarrassed by the event of the past 8 hours, she was showing herself as weak and she couldn't do that he had never seen her weak before until the last couple of days when they met after so many years. She would not show herself as weak anymore. She picked up the tray of food looked at the toast and took a couple of bites. She placed the toast back on the plate and just as she was re adjusting her sitting position her stomach felt funny like it was swirling around, she knew that feeling. She quickly placed her hand over her mouth, shot out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. She hurled up the small bit of toast she had just eaten and other murky fluids. She didn't feel like a hung over sort of sick but it was violently sick, each gag as stinging the back of her throat. She felt rotten, she wiped her mouth on the towel next to her and made her way back into the bedroom when she was certain she had stopped being violently sick. Why is this happening to me? I thought I left him behind never to see him again…and now he was here in her dreams doing what he does best…beating the living crap out of me.
She sat in the middle of the bed her face expressionless; she didn't know what to do. She was scared to sleep (Jareth hadn't told her yet about her dreams being stopped temporarily) she didn't want to eat in case she was violently sick again; she wanted to rant her anger out. Her mind seemed to go blank but fuzzy then an image shot into her mind. The knife, the blood…a scream pierced through her mind shivers were rushing over her body; she was getting a flash back. She tried to repress the image…no there was more than one image a small clip of her dream playing in her mind. She panicked she couldn't see anything but the images in her mind. She kicked her self off the bed and started hitting the wall, kicking the wall throwing all her anger and fear at the wall that would not shudder under her force. She was hysterically crying and screaming trying to block the images that were now increasing. She fell to the floor gasping for breath but still couldn't keep her pain under control.
Jareth was pacing in his study adjacent from the throne room; his consort Edward sat the opposite side of Jareth's desk. The room was large enough, it housed a large oak desk with matching chairs and along the walls were shelves upon shelves of books. A small fire was crackling on one of the walls; a few candles were the only source of light as the curtains to the windows were closed. Edward was unsure whether to say his thoughts on the matter or wait for Jareth to speak first. Luckily he didn't have to wait too long. 'I don't understand how her father could get into her dreams he is only mortal, unless he is not, no that's ridicules.' He seemed to be talking to himself so Edwin thought not to speak but decided he had to.
'Sire her father is indeed moral, I checked straight after the incident last night. Maybe it was something else…something of a higher power. But sire I will do all that I can to discover the cause of this problem but for now you need to worry about Sarah's state of mind. If you care for her…'
'Of course I care for her! I love her!' he felt the anger rise in him how dare anyone suggest his feelings for her were not sincere, he had hid his feelings for years and now she was back and rumours were spreading quicker than fire with petrol that he had kidnapped her for revenge. His eyes turned the colour of black
'I wasn't in doubt of your feelings your majesty; I do apologise if that came across to you that way. But as I said you do need to care for her, reassure her, she is unstable at the moment. She could be feeling many emotions that she cannot handle at once. Fear the main one followed by insecurity, embarrassment…'
'Why embarrassment?' Jareth was confused by the last emotion his eyes were the normal miss matched colours as before.
'From what I have discovered when…this sort of…situation occurs in a home, the victim doesn't normally tell anyone they are too embarrassed to show someone else their weakness. This could be the case with Sarah, you said she flinched when you tried to touch her hand; she didn't want your pity she was embarrassed let alone scared shitless if you will excuse my language sire.' Edward's voice trailed off as Jareth stopped listening. He could sense something wrong.
Sarah had just been violently sick once again, she had only taken a couple of sips of water to try and calm her self down, however she couldn't keep it down. She was still crying. She heard something but she couldn't see through her blurry eyes then she heard his voice. 'Sarah?'
Jareth appeared in her room unsure of what he would find, what he saw was breaking him in to pieces. Sarah was being sick, gagging trying to catch her breath; coughing and spluttering everywhere. He stepped towards her and crouched down next to her. She was hesitant, he recognised these emotions from what Edward had told him his voice still in his ear reassure her Jareth. Sarah had stopped being sick and was gasping from the exhaustion this little moment was taking on her. He slowly placed an arm around her waist and pulled her on to his lap her head resting on his shoulder. She was tensed, he slowly whispered in to her ear 'Its okay Sarah I'm here, please just try and calm down, don't worry I'm here.' He felt her relax slightly against him.
She felt safer with him than on her own, she knew he wouldn't hurt her the way her father had. She could trust him; she had run out of tears so she just sobbed dry sobs into his shoulder while he rubbed her back with one hand and stroked her face with the other.
He needed to clean her up she looked awfully pale and was shivering, he removed his hand from her face and with a flick of his wrist a small towel appeared in his hand. He lent Sarah's head up from his shoulder and wiped her face, wiped away the tears and around her mouth. He flicked his wrist twice, the towel disappeared and the mess on the floor vanished. He wanted to move her to the bed; he placed her head back on his shoulder. He scooped her up and carried her over to her bed. 'I'm sorry,' she whispered.
'It's okay Sarah, just please don't shut me out, I'm here and there is nothing to be sorry about, I'm sorry I also upset you earlier.' He placed her on the right side of her bed, he flicked his hand and a small crystal appeared; he threw it in the air and it exploded into tiny specks of glitter that floated down on top of Sarah. Her clothes changed to a pair of long tracksuit trousers and a baggy t-shirt. Sarah smiled at him she knew he hated Aboveground clothing. He stroked her face with the back of his hand; he turned and went to move across the room. 'Wait!' Jareth turned suddenly to look at Sarah; tears were brimming in her eyes. 'Can you stay next to me?' she didn't need any reply. He walked round to the other side of the bed lay himself next to her. She pulled herself closer to him looking for his comfort; he responded by wrapping his arms around her not to tight but just enough to give off his warmth to her.
Her head was lying on his exposed chest through his shirt, she began to weep silently. She closed her eyes more images were circling her mind the face of her father was laughing at her while terror filled her body; the shuddering of her body caught Jareth's attention. She was having another flash back; he pulled her closer to him kissing the top of her head. She screamed silently into his chest clenching her fists digging her nails into the palms of her hands. Jareth unwrapped his arms from around her and took hold of her hands, one in each of his. 'Sarah look at me.' He said it gently to her but yet he was firm she shook her head quickly, tears leaking from her closed eyes. 'Now!' this was more of a command from a king. She obeyed reluctantly and opened her eyes her vision was blurred. 'Sarah you are not dreaming, you are lying in your bed next to me and no one is hurting you. You are safe I promise you. Do you understand me?'
She nodded slowly trying to understand his words, she could feel the images disintegrating and her vision returned to look at a pair of miss matched eyes staring at her with concern and worry. She smiled weakly. 'Jareth, why is this happening?' her voice was barely audible. His smile that was growing on his face died instantly after she had spoke. He pulled her face closer to his with his hand, she flinched slightly she didn't know if she could handle much more of being forced to do something. His face was so close she could feel his breath on her cheek 'I don't know Sarah…I'm so sorry my love, I don't know.' He brushed his lips on her cheek and pulled back his head to the same position it was in earlier; he smiled at her hoping to calm her. He had felt her tense when he moved in, she spoke which pulled him out of thought. 'Thank you Jareth…I err… I don't know what I would do with out you.' she snuggled against him and relaxed more in his embrace.
'Your welcome…Sarah.' He lent his head on top of her. She felt safe in his arms she didn't understand why but she did and she realised one more thing I truly love him. The both soon drifted off into a dreamless sleep still holding on to each other nothing breaking them apart.