Jack

It was done. They accepted the child without question. She wouldn't be harmed. Jack still felt nauseous from all of the tenderness and sweetness of the couple. And all in one room.

They had woken up too quickly, and Jack had been forced to hide. Usually, he didn't have to worry about being seen, but he had chosen witching hour to go deliver babies: the one time a mortal could see through a glamour if looking properly. And they had been looking.

But no matter, he had chosen well. She would be taken care of and out of the way. He had done his job. He worked his way back to his lair. The trolls and goblins (idiots) couldn't manage themselves long without his supervision. And they had been left with precious cargo. Sure enough, when he approached the entrance of the cave he had taken up residence in, he was greeted by Milksop fretting.

"What is it?" The sharp-faced troll was bowing so deep his nose touched the ground. Apparently, he couldn't leave even for a moment.

"Nothing my Lord. Nothing much my Lord."

"What is it."

"It's the boy. He hasn't stopped yet."

"Is that all?" Jack arched an eyebrow.

"No, My Lord. I mean, yes. It's just that, no one can get near him."

"If that's all, Milksop, I'll handle it."

"Of course, my lord."

Jack entered the cave and realized why Milksop had been outside. It was deafening inside. The echo of the cave was awful. And the child was really screaming, had been since Jack had walked away with his sister. Annoyed Jack strode toward the infant.

"Are you quite finished?" The baby did nothing to stop wailing. "I won't bring her back, but I haven't decided about yet about you. I can either keep you here with me or send you to live with the bog trolls." The baby didn't quiet. Jack beckoned the shivering girl who was whimpering as well.

"Feed him, " he commanded without so much as a glance. The room quieted as the child fed. "Now, then. You are fed; your sister is safe. If you restrict your screaming to business hours, then we will get on well enough."

By the time the child had finished feeding, Jack had created a mobile of ice orbs. Some had frozen flowers at the center, others had brightly colored leaves or even small insects. The small child watched them transfixed, as did the girl. The problem having been dealt with, Jack summoned goblins to bring blankets for the baby and the girl.

He left, berating himself for keeping the boy. The girl had been easy to part with. She was ugly and looked nothing like her mother or him. He had planned on leaving them both with the couple, but when he looked at the boy, he saw himself and Adelaide. He was a beautiful child, and he made Jack think of better times. And her. And he needed an heir. Did he not owe it to Adelaide to make her child his heir? As long as the child wasn't too troublesome, his heir he would be.

Hello friends!

Here we see Jack, who seems rather cold. Fae, traditionally are very wild, emotionally reserved, and/or unable to feel sympathy. They were however considered capable of love. Traditionally, it is one of the only things that could prompt a happy ending for a human that encounters a faerie. Faeries were very considerate of their own, however. Humans were viewed as an excellent, and sometimes even necessary, way to raise a faerie child. There is also a good deal of lore that suggests faerie women have trouble bearing children (hence why so many human females are abducted). Some traditions even suggest that for a faerie woman to even have a chance at successful childbirth, there must be a human woman present. It is no stretch of the imagination that Jareth's mother could have died giving birth to twins. There is also a good deal of lore about how scorned or tragic love can warp a faerie. This would explain the switch from a jovial, if a bit naughty, Jack to a menacing old man. Here I used some creative freedom to give Jack some shape. The tragic lover wishes to keep the children, but the past him thinks that a human upbringing is best. He compromises and does a little of each.

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