Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or the characters, but I'd happily snog Jareth senseless given half a chance.
Warning: Mature themes combined with fluffy silliness and lashings of lemons.
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Science Fiction- Double 'Fae'ture
Ch. 8 Sweet Transvestite
With some difficulty due to the raucous nature of the group, Sarah managed to wave down the waitress and request their check and cake to go, her actions not going unnoticed by Scott, who cornered them on their way out the door.
"What, leaving so soon. Are we that dull?" Scott pouted, fluttering his fake eyelashes at them. "Don't you want to see the labyrinth in the lower level, although I suppose you both would know all about how to beat one, so there isn't any challenge to this one."
Jareth narrowed his eyes, frowning at Scott, while manuevuring Sarah behind him, effectively placing himself between Scott and Sarah. He didn't know what manner of being this Scott was, but Scott seemed to know about Sarah and Jareth, and that put him on guard.
"And just what makes you think either of us know anything about such matters," Jareth replied, his voice regal yet edged with quiet menace, as he peered closely at this strange person before him.
Sarah leaned up close to Jareth, trying to diffuse the tension.
"That is just Scott camping it up. He's okay, honestly Jare…um…Jer. Let's just go."
Scott smiled mischievously as he heard Sarah's slip. He winked at Jareth and Sarah, his voice dropping lower so as not to be overheard.
"The High Prince and King in his own right seeks mortal diversions on a Friday night? What ho, young prince, not enough delectable morsels in thine own kingdom or at the court of your father, you must dally with mortal maids?" Scott asked Jareth, his brown eyes sparkling with impish glee.
Jareth gripped Sarah tightly, while pushing her further behind him, never taking his eyes from Scott's, his smile twisting into a sinister smirk as he addressed the other man.
"Who dares address a king in such a roguish manner? Either I mistake your shape and making quite, or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, called Robin Goodfellow. Are not you he?"
Years of studying theatre came rushing into Sarah's head as she heard Jareth speak. 'Robin Goodfellow. Why does that name ring a bell,' Sarah wondered, then gasped as Scott bowed low to Jareth.
"Aye, I am he, but your father, my master calls me Puck, as you well know young Princeling," Scott drawled lazily, a playful smirk dancing over his features.
"Bite your tongue, hobgoblin," snarled Jareth, his pale eyes darkening dangerously as he eyed Puck. "You know better how to address a king of the High Court. Does Oberon know your games or are you here for other purposes?"
Sarah's eyes grew wide as she digested what she was hearing. Scott wasn't Scott, but Puck or Robin Goodfellow, a hobgoblin who served King Oberon, the High King of the Fairy Court and apparently Jareth's father. The realization that Shakespeare was telling the truth made her feel weak in the knees, as did the knowledge that Jareth had major connections in the High Court. Taking a deep breath to quell the dizzy feeling she suddenly got when it all came together for her, Sarah collapsed on a nearby chair, watching Puck and Jareth intently.
Laughing, Scott/Puck waved a hand at the party-goers still eating and laughing, oblivious to who their host truly was.
"Fear not my Prince, I bear thee no ill will and hath no intent to speak idly of your participation here tonight in court or elsewhere, for your father knows not where his merry trickster spends the earthly Friday eve."
"Did you know me the whole time?" asked Jareth, floored to find his father's jester-come-henchman hosting this strange human event. Although if he had asked Sarah her opinion at that moment, he might have been surprised as she thought it seemed highly appropriate, being that Puck was well-known as a trickster.
Puck laughed merrily, "Aye, young Princeling, that I did. As your unrequited love for your Champion is all the talk of the court and has been for the last century. Imagine my surprise when you arrived on said maiden's arm – surprise that turned to astonished glee as she claimed you, and in such a bold manner for a maid. You seem to have inherited your father's charms… and tastes."
Jareth's eyes flashed, darkening further at Puck's comment. The last thing he needed was Puck telling tales of tonight at court. While his father might approve of dallying with mortal women, he did not believe them worth more than a bit of trifling pleasure, and Jareth wanted Sarah for far more than that.
"I warn you knave, speak of this at court and your days as trickster sprite will be shortened considerably," growled Jareth.
"Who am I to carry such tales to court?" asked Puck, his eyes wide, feigning shock. "Furthermore, who at court would believe if merry Puck told them that the High Prince, Lord of the Labyrinth and King of Goblins attended, much less participated in a human rite of this nature? None, that is who. And should I but speak of your presence, then how would I account for my own, lest High King Oberon have my head?"
Peering around Jareth at Sarah, he whispered, "By the by, my Prince, you've chosen well. She is but a luscious peach, and not yet picked. That you have waited this long is a miracle, as judging from what this trickster has witnessed, she is ripe for plucking."
"Aye, and if we'd stop getting bloody waylaid by her friends and my father's henchmen, I'd already be well on my way to doing so. So if you don't mind - bugger off Puck!" snapped Jareth, having had his fill of Puck, Sarah's friends and people in general, and wanting nothing more to than to be rid of the lot of them immediately, if not sooner.
In fact, at this point he was seriously considering taking Sarah and himself straight to the most isolated oubliette of his kingdom, which by this time, seemed to be the only place both Above and Underground where they might finally get to be fully, and completely alone.
Puck flitted back into his Scott persona, chuckling with a low purr, "Testy, aren't we! Meow!" before heading back to the rest of the party. As Jareth slid his arm around Sarah and steered her outside, Scott/Puck got the party-goers to serenade them while they exited.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, of course, that does leave your options wide open darlings!" he crowed merrily at them as the group around him sang….
Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me
I wanna be dirty
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
Creature of the night
Sarah heard Scott/Puck's comment and blushed, whispering to Jareth, "He knows, doesn't he?"
"Yes, pet, but then again, so does anyone who saw your performance tonight," he teased, trying to take her mind off of the scene with Puck. "Having second thoughts, are we?"
She paused to consider this, then smiled cheekily, "So tell me, is Puck always that flamboyant?"
Jareth tossed his head back and laughed, "Unfortunately, yes. This Frank'n'Furter character actually suits him. In some ways I suspect he may have been the inspiration."