A/N: Sarah/Jareth confrontation!!!!
Disclaimer: I own the soundtrack and the movie, but not the rights. Life can be so cruel.
When Sarah first woke up, her head throbbing painfully, she wondered if she was still asleep. Or she really had, finally, gone crazy.
She was in a wide, four-poster queen-sized bed, covered in black satin sheets. The room was made of stone, with high ceilings, an ornate chandelier full of candles and a rich-looking cream and blue colored rug covering the cold stone floor. There was an enormous window through which strangely silver sunlight was shining, framed by fragile looking, silk navy curtains. There was an elegant desk made of cherry wood and a brass floor lamp sitting next to it. A cherry wood wardrobe with a gilded mirror on the wall next to it. It was exactly the type of room Sarah would have had for herself, if she could've. But where was she?
Then, like a ton of bricks, her scattered thoughts fell into place and she remembered. She had been fighting with her father, then with Hoggle and finally, the orderlies had come to sedate her. But, before that…she had angrily called for…
"Jareth!!" she shrieked, leaping out of bed. She barely registered her change of clothes, a simple, yet elegant white dress before she flung the bedroom's mahogany door open and stepped out into a long, stone hallway. She was furious.
"JARETH!!" She stomped down the hallway, stopping at every door and throwing it open in her enraged search for that damn Goblin King. "Jareth, goddamn it!!"
She reached the door at the end of the hallway and shoved through it into the throne room. There were goblins and chickens everywhere. They started cackling when they saw her, her dark hair flying and her face red with anger. She clentched and unclentched her fists.
"Where is he?" she grabbed a goblin from the fire pit by the ear, roughly, her green eyes flashing. "Where is the bastard?" The other goblins fell silent, afraid of the teen.
"'Ee's--ain't in." stammered the frightening creature.
"He's gone from the castle?" she demanded. The goblin swallowed and shook his head. This girl was almost as scary as his master.
"'Ee's in 'is study."
Sarah tossed him to the floor and walked out, slamming the doors behind her. The goblins waiting until they were sure she was gone before they dared to make anymore noise.
"Where's the study?" she wondered aloud, her anger fading a little as she continued to search, seemingly in futile. The next flight of stairs she came to, she took, two at a time and found to hallways at the top. Sarah chose the right one and, after a few minutes, found herself in one of the many doorways of the Escher Room.
Sarah backed out hastily and retraced her path to the fork, this time taking the left hall. It ended in more stairs, which spiraled up as far as she could see. She sighed and started up, counting her steps.
At the 100th step, she looked out the window. She could see the whole Labyrinth from here, and horizon beyond. She swallowed nervously. She had never liked heights.
Finally, about ten minutes later, she stumbled over the 319th step and right into a heavy, dark, almost black door. She caught her breath before she shoved the door open.
She was in a library. Hundreds of bookshelves that reached to the ceiling greeted her, filled with books of every size, material and color. The floor was covered in rich golden rugs. Sarah forgot her anger completely for a moment and started down on of the aisles. Behind the rows of shelves was a sitting area with a number of comfortable-looking chairs and a massive window that filled and entire wall, looking out over something Sarah had never expected: a vast sea, the color of cobalt. She gasped involuntarily, hypnotized by the sunlight sparkling like diamonds off of the gently waving water. It was beautiful.
So distracted she was by the sight, that she never heard someone coming up behind her.
"You like my library, then?" purred a voice at her ear.
Sarah spun around, raising her fists. There, before her stood the man from her dreams, the man from her nightmares, Jareth. He was dressed in silver leggings and a glittering jacket of deepest green, his blonde hair shimmering like spun gold in the odd, half-sunlight. She gawked at him for a moment wondering if he had been this handsome last time she had been here. The Goblin King raised a thin eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips as if he knew what she was thinking and she snapped out of it.
"What have you done?" she demanded. His other eyebrow rose to match the first, an innocently confused expression coming over his face.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean." He smiled at her. Mocking her. Blood pounded in her ears.
"I mean," she said through gritted teeth. "Why did you bring me here?"
He laughed and she felt the hairs on her arms stand up. "Sarah. You asked me."
"I did not!" she snapped indignantly. "I wanted to talk to you, not to have you kidnap me!"
"Sarah, be reasonable." he said. "You wanted to talk to me, but you were unconscious. I could hardly wait around that miserable place until you awoke."
Sarah stuck her chin out obstinately. "Then why did you come at all? Someone could have seen you."
Jareth's expression darkened and he suddenly looked as menacing as the night Sarah had met him.
"Did someone see you?" she inquired worriedly. "One of the men?"
"That thing, if you can call it a man, has been taken care of." he said forebodingly. Sarah shuddered against her will. She had to control herself better.
"I cannot believe you!" Sarah cried, throwing her arms up. "First Toby and now this!"
"I would think." the Goblin King said irritably. "That the matter of your brother was water under the bridge by now. You rescued him and, after all," he shot her a bitter smile. "I have no power over you. Remember?" His mismatched eyes scrutinized her, intensely.
Sarah's heart began to pound. I'm not afraid of him. I'm not. she told herself. Stop it.
Outloud, she said, "If you have no power over me, why am I here?"
The smirk returned. "Ah, but I've told you, Sarah. You asked it."
"I did not!" she repeated heatedly. "You twisted my words so you could do whatever you wanted!" The smirk grew more pronounced.
"Same thing."
"Uhg! You are impossible!" Sarah stepped past him and trudged out, ignoring his piercing gaze on her. She ran headlong down the stairs and reached the bottom in half the time it had taken her to get to the top.
"Now, now, Sarah." whispered his voice. "Let's be careful who we say is the impossible one."
She turned and looked behind her. There was no one there. Sarah turned and ran, not stopping until she reached her room. She slammed and bolted the heavy door behind her and drew the curtain. Then she crawled back into the bed, pulled the covers over her head and forced herself to sleep.
A/N: There you have it! R&R and the next chapter will be up soon! On that note, I have started back to school now and, since I am in the IB programme (I'm sure some of you know and fear it.) my senior year will not be as relaxing as some. I promise to continue this story, and there will be no unannounced hiatuses, but maybe a tad more time between chapters. I will try to keep up the regular pace, but if it gets to be too much, I may have to take more time. Please be patient with me. Next chapter up soon!