Author's Note: Hey I'm back! *groan from readers* Well, I would like to
say thank you to all those nice kind people who decided to review this lil'
piece of fanfic. I love you guys. ^_^ If it weren't for you guys, I
would've given up! (look, I know that everyone normally says this, but
it's true, I live for reviews! tee hee)
Anyhoo, since I'm sure that whoever is reading this is not interested in my
little "blah blah," the result of my boring life, I'll skip straight to the
story. Oh . . . and as a note, this chapter takes place approximately 4
years after the events of The Labyrinth.
Disclaimer: Do to the fact that I in no way have the amount of genius that
Jim Henson had when he made this movie, I could not possibly own it and it
does not belong me, so don't sue me cuz all you'll get is some pennies, a
gum wrapper, and a pencil (and I need that cuz that is how I'm writing the
story . . . by hand) Mara, however, is mine, so you can't have her! (Well
. . . maybe if you ask nicely . . .)
The Incentive
Chapter 2 by Fou Fou
Sarah sighed as she stuffed the rest of her clothes into her suitcase. Its hard to believe I'm nineteen and heading off to college, she wondered to herself as she sat on top of her suitcase in order for the contents to make themselves small enough so she could zip the case shut.
Looking around the room, she marveled at how bare it looked. In the shelf that once held her bears, now lay empty. She had placed her favorites into a trash bag (as a sort of way to remember home - Toby took the rest) and they were already waiting in the car for transportation to their new home. Her other shelves were devoid of books which were also waiting with the bears. Even the posters of dragons and fantastical whatnot were gone, leaving the room empty except for the bed, dresser and mirror.
Staring at the mirror, Sarah jumped off her suitcase, momentarily forgetting about the task she was supposed to be doing. Carefully, she slid her fingers across the surface, reminiscing through past memories staring into the mirror when she was little, dressing up as a medieval princess.
"If you should ever need us . . ." came a voice unbidden from the depths of her mind.
Shuddering, she jerked her hand away from the mirror as if it were hot and turned back to the suitcase. "It was just a dream," she told herself firmly, zipping the case shut. "Just a stupid childish fantasy I had when I was younger when I thought I was part of some fantastic fairy tale! I've grown out of all that childish nonsense. There is no such thing as dwarves, talking foxes, and giant . . brown . . things. And there is especially no such things as a Goblin King!"
This last comment came out a bit more forcibly and louder then she intended in her mutterings, so loud that she heard Karen yell up the stairs, "Sarah, who are you talking to? I can hear you all they way from downstairs!"
"No one!" answered Sarah. Shaking her head, as if to ward off the unwanted memories, she picked up the last of her suitcases, took one last glance around the room, and went downstairs.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she was bombarded by the sorrowful mass of a very distraught little half brother that hit her so hard she almost fell backwards. "Sarah, don't go!" he cried, latching himself onto her leg.
"I'll be back soon," she assured him, regaining her balance. Placing her suitcases down, she crouched down and gave her half brother a hug. "Toby, I promise I'll come back to visit in three weeks. And I'll call home, so I can talk to you, ok?"
Toby nodded, wiping his hand across his face to wipe away the tears that were threatening to fall. "I will miss you, Sarah," he snuffled.
Sarah smiled, and gave her brother another hug. "Be sure to tell me all about your adventures you had when I was gone, ok?"
Toby smiled, nodding emphatically. "I will," he promised.
"Do you know who your roommate is going to be yet, Sarah?" asked Karen, walking into the room.
Sarah shook her head. "No, they said I'd find out when I got there," she replied, disengaging herself from Toby, who had begun to stab imaginary villains with his invisible sword of light.
"I'm going to miss you, Sarah," said Karen, hugging her stepdaughter. "It's going to be so quite without you here, playing with Toby in his latest escapades against the Evil Baron Vudoo."
Sarah smiled, hugging her Karen back watching Toby tear off into the dinning room. "Somehow, I doubt that," she murmured. While at first the two of them hadn't gotten along when Karen joined the family around six years ago, the two of them had finally come to have, if not a mother/daughter relationship, then a close friendship in any case. "I'll miss you, too," she replied, stepping back. Looking at her watch, she exclaimed, "Oh, I've got to go! It's already 9 o'clock, and I have to leave now if I want to make it to the campus before 6!"
"Here, let me help you with your bags," said Karen, reaching down and picked up one of the suitcases as Sarah grabbed the other one.
"Thanks," said Sarah as the two of them headed out to the car and put the bags in the trunk. "Oi, am I going to miss this place," she murmured, looking back at the house.
"You'll be back in three weeks," assured Karen patting her on the back. Then calling into the house she said, "Toby, say goodbye to your sister!"
The heroic adventurer flew to them on his mighty steed, having just successfully destroyed the evil baron's lair (or, in other words, the dinning room and living room, which were now totaled, all under 2 minutes), and gave his sister one last hug. "Bye, Sarah!" he said. "I'll miss you!"
"Tell Dad I said goodbye," said Sarah. "It's too bad that he's at work right now."
Karen sighed. "I'm sure that he would have loved to see you on your way off to college."
Sarah shrugged. "Well, I got to get going," she said, as she went around to the driver's side of the car and climbed into the driver's seat. "I'll see you guys in three weeks!" She waved one last time before she started the car and drove off to the wonderful college life waiting for her.
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"Damn computer!" cried Mara, slamming her fist down on the desk. "Why won't you just do what I want you to!?" Mara tempted with the idea of using magic to make the inferior device do what she wanted, but she couldn't risk using her powers in such an obvious way; not with the Underground Council watching for any signs that she was up to something. After the initial outburst, the council had gotten suspicious that she was up to something that involved the marriage contract when she ceased to voice her objections on the topic and obligingly let the preparations go as planned. Well, I suppose they would have probably put me under lock and key if I had been up to my usual stuff, but this is so annoying with them breathing down my back all the time. I was just barely allowed to the mortal world; even though I was suppose to come three years ago! Just goes to show what sort of pig brains are in control of the Council, always suspecting that I'm up to something. Seriously, the things I go through . . .
After five more minutes of desperate attempts at hacking into the computer database, it finally conceded to do what she wanted it to do and opened up to the file containing room assignments. Mara smiled triumphantly. "Ah yes, Princess Mara K'Talven of the Shadow Elves, computer hacker and lock picker! Oh won't father be just pleased when he finds out I've added that little skill under my belt of 'inappropriate' skills of a princess." The grin on Mara's face widened at the though of doing something that would annoy her father. "Now, where is Miss Sarah Williams staying?"
***
Sarah sighed with relief when she saw the sign saying that she was entering the campus of Sirarah Valley College of Literature and the Arts. Nine hours in the cramped car was not exactly her idea of a fun time. Her legs were stiff, despite the fact that she had stopped several times at rest stops to walk around and stretch. Following the signs, she drove up to the dormitory office and parked the car. After giving her name and identification to the lady at the desk, she was directed to a building four buildings down and was informed that her roommate was already in the room. Being too lazy to walk down to the building, Sarah regretfully got back into the car and drove it to the dormitory, parking it at the dormitory inhabitants parking spaces. Grabbing her two suitcases, she went into the building.
It would figure that my dorm would be on the top floor, thought Sarah to herself as she lugged her suitcase up to the fifth floor. "Well, I suppose it is good for exercise," she muttered to herself. "Now, where is room 509?" she wondered, looking left and right down the hallway. Shrugging, she chose right and was relieved to find that she chose the right direction. Carefully, she knocked on the door which when opened, Sarah found herself staring into a pair of unnervingly bright purple eyes. The owner of these unusual eyes was a smiling redhead who was just about the same height as Sarah. She wore all black, with dark red manicured nails, and Sarah couldn't help but feet an odd sense of otherworldliness about her. Nonsense, Sarah told herself. She probably just is wearing weird colored contacts or something, that's probably why she seems so weird.
"You must be Sarah!" she exclaimed cheerfully, beckoning Sarah into the room, grabbing a suitcase and helped to bring it inside. "My name is Mara! I guess you and me are roommates! We're going to have so much fun together this year!"
Sarah looked around the room. On Mara's side of the room a virtual fantasy haven had been set up. Fantasy writers such as J.R.R. Tolkien, Theodore Cogswell, assorted fairy tales, as well as many others, both old and new, graced the shelves above Mara's bed. Her bedding was a light purple on which there was a bunch of clothes lying on it that had yet to be put in their proper drawers. An incredibly life-like poster of a silver dragon was on wall and on the other was a picture of a room full of stairs going everywhere; up, down, sideways all going on forever. It was an Escher.
Sarah gave an unintended shudder.
"Hey, do want some help bringing the rest of your stuff inside?" asked Mara. "I know those stairs can be hell to climb up. You'd think they would at least have the decency to have installed an elevator when they built this place, but oh well."
Sarah smiled. "Maybe they just want to help us be in shape for when we have to run around the campus to get to classes.
Mara laughed, reminding Sarah strangely of water churning playfully in a brook, as the two of them headed out of the door of their room to get the rest of Sarah's stuff. "You're probably right. I still think it is sadistic, though. I mean, it's not like they are going to be giving us a mammoth amount of homework to do, but making us hike so far to get anywhere." She laughed again. "Then again, I'm lazy."
The two of them joked and talked about themselves the rest of the way down to the car and back. Sarah found out that Mara had a sister that had gotten married some time ago and she hadn't seen in a while (though she didn't mention why, Sarah assumed that her sister had moved somewhere with her husband out of country). Mara, like Sarah, loved the magical world of fantasy just as much as Sarah, as had been seen by the collection of books that Sarah had seen before. They were discussing their favorite stories as they finished cleaning/decorating their dorm, in which Sarah was surprised to find out that Mara had read The Labyrinth.
"What did you think of it?" asked Sarah, interested in another's views on her favorite childhood book.
Mara shrugged. "It was pretty good, I mean I was caught up in the story and all, but I thought it gave the Goblin King too much of a bad rep."
"Why do you say that?" demanded Sarah. "The Goblin King was a horrible being who kidnapped little boys to turn them into goblins!"
"True, but he only did that when he was asked to. If I remember the book correctly, the girl wished for her brother to be taken away by the goblins. He was merely doing what the girl asked. Besides, who knows, maybe he couldn't give the brother back without the run through the Labyrinth. Maybe there were magical ramifications that would occur if he brought the brother back and something horrible could have happened. Or maybe he had just never been taught to behave otherwise," said Mara looking straight at Sarah with her bright purple eyes. Sarah felt herself momentarily caught up in her eyes, feeling as if Mara was telling her something overwhelmingly important. When Mara turned her attention to examining her fingernails, Sarah shook her head, warding off the strange feeling. "Well, in any case," said Mara, "It's just a story, it's not like it's real or anything."
"Yeah," agreed Sarah, putting a pair of jeans away.
"So, if you could be any evil fairy tale woman character, who would you be?" asked Mara, changing the serious mood that had come over the room. "I think I might want to be the Snow Queen."
The conversation turned to fairy tales, were they jokingly discussed about how many fairies they thought were really at Sleeping Beauty's christening, all the way to how wrong it was that Snow White was living in a house with seven other men. ("Also, whoever heard of the name, Snow White?" Mara had commented.) When Sarah went to sleep that night, she couldn't help but feeling that she and Mara were going to be great friends..
That night however, her dreams were haunted by the faces of a dream from long ago . . . faces that she thought she forgot . . .
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Gah, ok, that was not the best chapter in the world (ending is kinda on the bleh side), but it was kinda for the purpose of moving the story along plot wise, to make sure that Sarah and Mara could meet so I could get start working on that friendship. Oi, do I have some ideas about what's going to happen, very entertaining ones! (of course, if you have any ideas, you can always send them to me, believe me, I'm going to need all the help I can get! Mara was kinda mellow this chapter, but she'll be back up to her trickiness next chapter. Oh . . . and I figured that Sarah has kinda told herself (as she said in the segment) that her adventures in the Labyrinth weren't real, and she forced herself to forget. I'll get into that later. Also, I have no idea what the Sirarah Valley College of Literature and the Arts is. It just kinda just popped into my head, I figured it sounded all right for the purposes of this story. Finally, a personal note of thanks to all my reviewers, because if it hadn't been for you, I probably wouldn't have written part two, thinking that no one was reading it. Thank you very much! And for everyone else, I love praise, suggestions, and even constructive criticism if it makes this story any better.
Madison Conway, Secret Agent: Thank you soooo much for the review! I'm glad you liked the first chapter, and I hope you liked this one as well! Mac Ceallach: Yeah, I realized the Jareth is a tad bit OOC in the first chapter, but I decided to blame it mostly on Mara, because the two of them have been really good friends for at least five centuries, thus allowing the two of them to relax around each other. Just wait until others show up and he'll be right back to his normal self. (Also, considering the fact that he just lost Sarah, I feel that his better judgment has been compromised) I'm glad you think Mara is entertaining. I had a fun time writing her, she's such a crazy monkey! ^_^ draegon-fire: thanks, and you can guarantee that Mara is going to do whatever she can to get Sarah and Jareth together (even if it not exactly, technically legal with the Underground Council . . . or in the real world for that matter). if-666: Nah, as you can see, this chapter skipped 4 years into the future. I don't know about going to R, I'll see when I get there. I'll try to have keep the chapters long (paragraph long chapters annoy me sooo much - I figure that if you guys have to wait for me to review I might as well make it worth your while - though this chapter wasn't as long as the other, but it was basically a development chapter that I had planned out beforehand. Next chapter should be longer . . .) and I will try to update as much as possible, but my life is kinda crazy at the moment and I'll try to write as often as possible. My hope is to update at least once a week, but that might vary if I get a brain fart or something. BelloViolaRose: Thank you sooo much! You don't know how good your review makes me feel! Its like a big warm fuzzy feeling that makes me all lightheaded. . . . or maybe it's the fact that I've slept a total of 3 or so hours with the past 48 hours. (You've seen me . . . I was kinda loosing it, the hot chocolate kinda started to wear off). I'll try REALLY hard to live up to what I started! Lady Shadowlight: Yeah, I hope to post more. This is kinda my first though, so I'm taking it easy, reviewing the stuff by my friends before updating. Bearries: Yeah, I kinda realized that after I posted that I kinda talked about his tight pants too much. (3 times) Maybe I should just blame that on Mara, who tends to like to dwell on sick perverted topics. Also, did you notice he weird fascination with her nails? Seriously, when I finished chapter one I realized that she doesn't ever talk to Jareth, more to her nails. I love Mara's spunk as well. Mr. Sun: God, hun, you sometimes scare me. I love you too though! Thanks for reading the fanfic after I've bugged you for the past few days! ME(agan): My loyal supporter, you are crazy. Thanks for taking your time to read it after I bugged you all day. Makes me feel special. kalina: Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Hope you liked this chapter as much as the last! Angelic Moonlight22: Thanks, I'm glad you think the plot is interesting. I love Mara a lot too, she is such a crazy psychopath! (kinda perverted too, but then, deep down, aren't we all?) Anyway, I'll do my best to continue! December Rogue: *sighs* Alas, no, her sister is not Arwen. (I don't think Elrond would approve of someone like Mara in the family, she's kinda on the um . . . *Mara glares knives at Fou Fou* . . . yeah) I'm glad you like the Snow Queen too! It is one of my favorite stories! Have a copy of the play, and I read it a lot, plus I've watched most of the movie versions of it. Beth: Thanks for saying you like it! Makes me feel special! ^_^
Meanwhile, since next week is Thanksgiving, which should give me plenty of time to write a nice juicy chapter for next week!
The Incentive
Chapter 2 by Fou Fou
Sarah sighed as she stuffed the rest of her clothes into her suitcase. Its hard to believe I'm nineteen and heading off to college, she wondered to herself as she sat on top of her suitcase in order for the contents to make themselves small enough so she could zip the case shut.
Looking around the room, she marveled at how bare it looked. In the shelf that once held her bears, now lay empty. She had placed her favorites into a trash bag (as a sort of way to remember home - Toby took the rest) and they were already waiting in the car for transportation to their new home. Her other shelves were devoid of books which were also waiting with the bears. Even the posters of dragons and fantastical whatnot were gone, leaving the room empty except for the bed, dresser and mirror.
Staring at the mirror, Sarah jumped off her suitcase, momentarily forgetting about the task she was supposed to be doing. Carefully, she slid her fingers across the surface, reminiscing through past memories staring into the mirror when she was little, dressing up as a medieval princess.
"If you should ever need us . . ." came a voice unbidden from the depths of her mind.
Shuddering, she jerked her hand away from the mirror as if it were hot and turned back to the suitcase. "It was just a dream," she told herself firmly, zipping the case shut. "Just a stupid childish fantasy I had when I was younger when I thought I was part of some fantastic fairy tale! I've grown out of all that childish nonsense. There is no such thing as dwarves, talking foxes, and giant . . brown . . things. And there is especially no such things as a Goblin King!"
This last comment came out a bit more forcibly and louder then she intended in her mutterings, so loud that she heard Karen yell up the stairs, "Sarah, who are you talking to? I can hear you all they way from downstairs!"
"No one!" answered Sarah. Shaking her head, as if to ward off the unwanted memories, she picked up the last of her suitcases, took one last glance around the room, and went downstairs.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she was bombarded by the sorrowful mass of a very distraught little half brother that hit her so hard she almost fell backwards. "Sarah, don't go!" he cried, latching himself onto her leg.
"I'll be back soon," she assured him, regaining her balance. Placing her suitcases down, she crouched down and gave her half brother a hug. "Toby, I promise I'll come back to visit in three weeks. And I'll call home, so I can talk to you, ok?"
Toby nodded, wiping his hand across his face to wipe away the tears that were threatening to fall. "I will miss you, Sarah," he snuffled.
Sarah smiled, and gave her brother another hug. "Be sure to tell me all about your adventures you had when I was gone, ok?"
Toby smiled, nodding emphatically. "I will," he promised.
"Do you know who your roommate is going to be yet, Sarah?" asked Karen, walking into the room.
Sarah shook her head. "No, they said I'd find out when I got there," she replied, disengaging herself from Toby, who had begun to stab imaginary villains with his invisible sword of light.
"I'm going to miss you, Sarah," said Karen, hugging her stepdaughter. "It's going to be so quite without you here, playing with Toby in his latest escapades against the Evil Baron Vudoo."
Sarah smiled, hugging her Karen back watching Toby tear off into the dinning room. "Somehow, I doubt that," she murmured. While at first the two of them hadn't gotten along when Karen joined the family around six years ago, the two of them had finally come to have, if not a mother/daughter relationship, then a close friendship in any case. "I'll miss you, too," she replied, stepping back. Looking at her watch, she exclaimed, "Oh, I've got to go! It's already 9 o'clock, and I have to leave now if I want to make it to the campus before 6!"
"Here, let me help you with your bags," said Karen, reaching down and picked up one of the suitcases as Sarah grabbed the other one.
"Thanks," said Sarah as the two of them headed out to the car and put the bags in the trunk. "Oi, am I going to miss this place," she murmured, looking back at the house.
"You'll be back in three weeks," assured Karen patting her on the back. Then calling into the house she said, "Toby, say goodbye to your sister!"
The heroic adventurer flew to them on his mighty steed, having just successfully destroyed the evil baron's lair (or, in other words, the dinning room and living room, which were now totaled, all under 2 minutes), and gave his sister one last hug. "Bye, Sarah!" he said. "I'll miss you!"
"Tell Dad I said goodbye," said Sarah. "It's too bad that he's at work right now."
Karen sighed. "I'm sure that he would have loved to see you on your way off to college."
Sarah shrugged. "Well, I got to get going," she said, as she went around to the driver's side of the car and climbed into the driver's seat. "I'll see you guys in three weeks!" She waved one last time before she started the car and drove off to the wonderful college life waiting for her.
* * *
"Damn computer!" cried Mara, slamming her fist down on the desk. "Why won't you just do what I want you to!?" Mara tempted with the idea of using magic to make the inferior device do what she wanted, but she couldn't risk using her powers in such an obvious way; not with the Underground Council watching for any signs that she was up to something. After the initial outburst, the council had gotten suspicious that she was up to something that involved the marriage contract when she ceased to voice her objections on the topic and obligingly let the preparations go as planned. Well, I suppose they would have probably put me under lock and key if I had been up to my usual stuff, but this is so annoying with them breathing down my back all the time. I was just barely allowed to the mortal world; even though I was suppose to come three years ago! Just goes to show what sort of pig brains are in control of the Council, always suspecting that I'm up to something. Seriously, the things I go through . . .
After five more minutes of desperate attempts at hacking into the computer database, it finally conceded to do what she wanted it to do and opened up to the file containing room assignments. Mara smiled triumphantly. "Ah yes, Princess Mara K'Talven of the Shadow Elves, computer hacker and lock picker! Oh won't father be just pleased when he finds out I've added that little skill under my belt of 'inappropriate' skills of a princess." The grin on Mara's face widened at the though of doing something that would annoy her father. "Now, where is Miss Sarah Williams staying?"
***
Sarah sighed with relief when she saw the sign saying that she was entering the campus of Sirarah Valley College of Literature and the Arts. Nine hours in the cramped car was not exactly her idea of a fun time. Her legs were stiff, despite the fact that she had stopped several times at rest stops to walk around and stretch. Following the signs, she drove up to the dormitory office and parked the car. After giving her name and identification to the lady at the desk, she was directed to a building four buildings down and was informed that her roommate was already in the room. Being too lazy to walk down to the building, Sarah regretfully got back into the car and drove it to the dormitory, parking it at the dormitory inhabitants parking spaces. Grabbing her two suitcases, she went into the building.
It would figure that my dorm would be on the top floor, thought Sarah to herself as she lugged her suitcase up to the fifth floor. "Well, I suppose it is good for exercise," she muttered to herself. "Now, where is room 509?" she wondered, looking left and right down the hallway. Shrugging, she chose right and was relieved to find that she chose the right direction. Carefully, she knocked on the door which when opened, Sarah found herself staring into a pair of unnervingly bright purple eyes. The owner of these unusual eyes was a smiling redhead who was just about the same height as Sarah. She wore all black, with dark red manicured nails, and Sarah couldn't help but feet an odd sense of otherworldliness about her. Nonsense, Sarah told herself. She probably just is wearing weird colored contacts or something, that's probably why she seems so weird.
"You must be Sarah!" she exclaimed cheerfully, beckoning Sarah into the room, grabbing a suitcase and helped to bring it inside. "My name is Mara! I guess you and me are roommates! We're going to have so much fun together this year!"
Sarah looked around the room. On Mara's side of the room a virtual fantasy haven had been set up. Fantasy writers such as J.R.R. Tolkien, Theodore Cogswell, assorted fairy tales, as well as many others, both old and new, graced the shelves above Mara's bed. Her bedding was a light purple on which there was a bunch of clothes lying on it that had yet to be put in their proper drawers. An incredibly life-like poster of a silver dragon was on wall and on the other was a picture of a room full of stairs going everywhere; up, down, sideways all going on forever. It was an Escher.
Sarah gave an unintended shudder.
"Hey, do want some help bringing the rest of your stuff inside?" asked Mara. "I know those stairs can be hell to climb up. You'd think they would at least have the decency to have installed an elevator when they built this place, but oh well."
Sarah smiled. "Maybe they just want to help us be in shape for when we have to run around the campus to get to classes.
Mara laughed, reminding Sarah strangely of water churning playfully in a brook, as the two of them headed out of the door of their room to get the rest of Sarah's stuff. "You're probably right. I still think it is sadistic, though. I mean, it's not like they are going to be giving us a mammoth amount of homework to do, but making us hike so far to get anywhere." She laughed again. "Then again, I'm lazy."
The two of them joked and talked about themselves the rest of the way down to the car and back. Sarah found out that Mara had a sister that had gotten married some time ago and she hadn't seen in a while (though she didn't mention why, Sarah assumed that her sister had moved somewhere with her husband out of country). Mara, like Sarah, loved the magical world of fantasy just as much as Sarah, as had been seen by the collection of books that Sarah had seen before. They were discussing their favorite stories as they finished cleaning/decorating their dorm, in which Sarah was surprised to find out that Mara had read The Labyrinth.
"What did you think of it?" asked Sarah, interested in another's views on her favorite childhood book.
Mara shrugged. "It was pretty good, I mean I was caught up in the story and all, but I thought it gave the Goblin King too much of a bad rep."
"Why do you say that?" demanded Sarah. "The Goblin King was a horrible being who kidnapped little boys to turn them into goblins!"
"True, but he only did that when he was asked to. If I remember the book correctly, the girl wished for her brother to be taken away by the goblins. He was merely doing what the girl asked. Besides, who knows, maybe he couldn't give the brother back without the run through the Labyrinth. Maybe there were magical ramifications that would occur if he brought the brother back and something horrible could have happened. Or maybe he had just never been taught to behave otherwise," said Mara looking straight at Sarah with her bright purple eyes. Sarah felt herself momentarily caught up in her eyes, feeling as if Mara was telling her something overwhelmingly important. When Mara turned her attention to examining her fingernails, Sarah shook her head, warding off the strange feeling. "Well, in any case," said Mara, "It's just a story, it's not like it's real or anything."
"Yeah," agreed Sarah, putting a pair of jeans away.
"So, if you could be any evil fairy tale woman character, who would you be?" asked Mara, changing the serious mood that had come over the room. "I think I might want to be the Snow Queen."
The conversation turned to fairy tales, were they jokingly discussed about how many fairies they thought were really at Sleeping Beauty's christening, all the way to how wrong it was that Snow White was living in a house with seven other men. ("Also, whoever heard of the name, Snow White?" Mara had commented.) When Sarah went to sleep that night, she couldn't help but feeling that she and Mara were going to be great friends..
That night however, her dreams were haunted by the faces of a dream from long ago . . . faces that she thought she forgot . . .
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Gah, ok, that was not the best chapter in the world (ending is kinda on the bleh side), but it was kinda for the purpose of moving the story along plot wise, to make sure that Sarah and Mara could meet so I could get start working on that friendship. Oi, do I have some ideas about what's going to happen, very entertaining ones! (of course, if you have any ideas, you can always send them to me, believe me, I'm going to need all the help I can get! Mara was kinda mellow this chapter, but she'll be back up to her trickiness next chapter. Oh . . . and I figured that Sarah has kinda told herself (as she said in the segment) that her adventures in the Labyrinth weren't real, and she forced herself to forget. I'll get into that later. Also, I have no idea what the Sirarah Valley College of Literature and the Arts is. It just kinda just popped into my head, I figured it sounded all right for the purposes of this story. Finally, a personal note of thanks to all my reviewers, because if it hadn't been for you, I probably wouldn't have written part two, thinking that no one was reading it. Thank you very much! And for everyone else, I love praise, suggestions, and even constructive criticism if it makes this story any better.
Madison Conway, Secret Agent: Thank you soooo much for the review! I'm glad you liked the first chapter, and I hope you liked this one as well! Mac Ceallach: Yeah, I realized the Jareth is a tad bit OOC in the first chapter, but I decided to blame it mostly on Mara, because the two of them have been really good friends for at least five centuries, thus allowing the two of them to relax around each other. Just wait until others show up and he'll be right back to his normal self. (Also, considering the fact that he just lost Sarah, I feel that his better judgment has been compromised) I'm glad you think Mara is entertaining. I had a fun time writing her, she's such a crazy monkey! ^_^ draegon-fire: thanks, and you can guarantee that Mara is going to do whatever she can to get Sarah and Jareth together (even if it not exactly, technically legal with the Underground Council . . . or in the real world for that matter). if-666: Nah, as you can see, this chapter skipped 4 years into the future. I don't know about going to R, I'll see when I get there. I'll try to have keep the chapters long (paragraph long chapters annoy me sooo much - I figure that if you guys have to wait for me to review I might as well make it worth your while - though this chapter wasn't as long as the other, but it was basically a development chapter that I had planned out beforehand. Next chapter should be longer . . .) and I will try to update as much as possible, but my life is kinda crazy at the moment and I'll try to write as often as possible. My hope is to update at least once a week, but that might vary if I get a brain fart or something. BelloViolaRose: Thank you sooo much! You don't know how good your review makes me feel! Its like a big warm fuzzy feeling that makes me all lightheaded. . . . or maybe it's the fact that I've slept a total of 3 or so hours with the past 48 hours. (You've seen me . . . I was kinda loosing it, the hot chocolate kinda started to wear off). I'll try REALLY hard to live up to what I started! Lady Shadowlight: Yeah, I hope to post more. This is kinda my first though, so I'm taking it easy, reviewing the stuff by my friends before updating. Bearries: Yeah, I kinda realized that after I posted that I kinda talked about his tight pants too much. (3 times) Maybe I should just blame that on Mara, who tends to like to dwell on sick perverted topics. Also, did you notice he weird fascination with her nails? Seriously, when I finished chapter one I realized that she doesn't ever talk to Jareth, more to her nails. I love Mara's spunk as well. Mr. Sun: God, hun, you sometimes scare me. I love you too though! Thanks for reading the fanfic after I've bugged you for the past few days! ME(agan): My loyal supporter, you are crazy. Thanks for taking your time to read it after I bugged you all day. Makes me feel special. kalina: Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Hope you liked this chapter as much as the last! Angelic Moonlight22: Thanks, I'm glad you think the plot is interesting. I love Mara a lot too, she is such a crazy psychopath! (kinda perverted too, but then, deep down, aren't we all?) Anyway, I'll do my best to continue! December Rogue: *sighs* Alas, no, her sister is not Arwen. (I don't think Elrond would approve of someone like Mara in the family, she's kinda on the um . . . *Mara glares knives at Fou Fou* . . . yeah) I'm glad you like the Snow Queen too! It is one of my favorite stories! Have a copy of the play, and I read it a lot, plus I've watched most of the movie versions of it. Beth: Thanks for saying you like it! Makes me feel special! ^_^
Meanwhile, since next week is Thanksgiving, which should give me plenty of time to write a nice juicy chapter for next week!