A/N: Sorry for uploading the previous chapter so many times. My spell/grammar check is kind of funky. Anyway, 2-parter this time! Don't forget to review.
Sarah moaned contently as she stretched her sleep-laden muscles.
The soft gold light of a new morning in the Labyrinth filled the spacious bedchamber.
The Goblin Queen sat up in her four-poster canopy bed with an eager smile that fell slightly once she observed the empty space in the sheets beside her. Today was her twenty-second birthday (in human years, at least) and she was a little disappointed that Jareth was no where to be seen. She'd secretly been hoping to wake up to a round of hot birthday sex with a dash of birthday kisses from her fay husband.
Oh well, there'd be plenty of time for that later; she'd make sure if it.
Just as Sarah rose from the bed to start her special day, a timid knock came from the mahogany bedchamber door.
"Yes?" She called.
"Um, Sarah? It's Hoggle."
"And it is I, Sir Didymus, as well my lady queen!"
"Hi, Sawa!"
An excited smile spread across Sarah's face at the sound of her three best friends' voices.
"Hey guys! Come on in!"
There was a slight pause before she heard Hoggle speak again.
"Uh, are you two...decent in there?"
Sarah's cheeks flushed beet-red as she stifled a chortle.
Apparently, the misfit trio still hadn't forgotten the last time they'd paid he an impromptu visit. Honestly, she couldn't blame them; it had been traumatizing. She and Jareth had been…going at it pretty heavily in their private library when Hoggle, Ludo and Didymus came innocently through the door.
A few giggles escaped her lips as she remembered how Jareth, without putting any clothes on first, had flown into a rage at her poor friends, threatening to drown each of them in the Bog of Eternal Stench with his bare hands. She'd never forget the beyond horrified looks on their three faces right before they fled from the library and their angry, naked king.
Though she had been equally as mortified, Sarah had managed to calm her husband down afterward, so no one got Bogged, but there had been no unannounced visits from her friends since.
"Sarah? Did you hear me?" Hoggle called hesitantly.
Sarah shook herself back to the present.
"It's only me in here Hoggle, and yes, I'm decent."
Slowly, the large wooden door creaked open and Hoggle poked his bulbous head inside.
Sarah rolled her eyes as she saw the dwarf surreptitiously scan the room before pushing the door open completely.
"Good morning, your majesty!" Sir Didymus exclaimed as he strode into the room and gave his queen an elegant bow. "I wish thee many happy returns on this glorious day!"
"Happy Berfday, Sawa!" Ludo grunted, placing a misshaped bundle wrapped in a white sheet on the bed.
"Yeah," Hoggle added pushing a large breakfast cart into the room and over to her side of the bed. "Happy Birthday to ya."
After sharing her delicious breakfast-in-bed, Sarah gave each of her dearest friends a warm hug.
"Sawa open pwesents!"
"Yes! We have come bearing gifts for our lovely queen, in honor of her birthday."
Sarah turned to bundle and undid the tie, revealing a gold trumpet, a round rock, and a small, wooden box.
She picked up the trumpet first.
"You need only to sound this noble horn, my lady, and I shall gather the goblin troops and run forth into battle where I shall gladly lay down my life for your-"
"Thank you, Sir Didymus!" Sarah cut in. "I love it and I'll use it wisely."
Ever since she'd talked Jareth into making Sir Didymus Captain of the Guard, the little fox-knight had been itching for an epic war.
Sarah then picked up the rock and turned it over in her hands. 'SAWA' was carved into the stone.
"Oh Ludo, how sweet! Thank you!" She stroked the hairy beast's chin.
The last gift was a beautiful emerald bracelet Hoggle had found in the Labyrinth tunnels.
"Thought they matched yer eyes." He muttered bashfully. "I made the box myself."
Sarah thanked him heartily and even kissed his cheek, despite his protests.
Suddenly she felt Ludo tugging on her nightgown.
"Sawa, look!"
Turning around, Sarah saw that a crystal now sat in the middle of the bundle.
Quirking an eyebrow, she reached for the magical object. The skin of her fingers had barely touched the orb before it immediately transformed into a scroll bearing the royal seal. Breaking the seal gently, she unfurled the scroll to reveal the elegantly scripted message from the Goblin King:
My precious love,
Happy Birthday.
I trust you've enjoyed spending the morning with your friends? Forgive me for my absence, my queen, but I had a few last minute preparations to make. I have a special surprise for you for the rest of the day and evening. I've laid out clothing for you on the window seat in the washroom. As soon as you're ready, come to the north tower for your gift.
J
Taking the look on Sarah's face as their cue to leave, the three friends wished her a happy birthday once again and after one last round of hugs, departed the bedchamber, closing the heavy door behind them.
Sarah placed the scroll back in the bundle and hurried into the bathroom, stripping out of her white, floor-length nightgown as she went.
After thoroughly washing herself in the bathtub that was big enough for eight people, magically drying and styling her hair at her grand vanity and brushing her teeth, she turned to the lavish window seat and stopped short at what was lying on it.
Street clothes.
Aboveground street clothes.
There wasn't anything wrong with the clothes. It was just a pair of jeans, a simple pair of beige tennis shoes and an off-white blouse; it reminded her of the outfit she'd worn eight years ago when she ran the Labyrinth.
But it was so odd.
She'd become quite accustomed to wearing the medieval, yet comfortable, fay fashions of the Underground. So why on earth would Jareth want her to wear normal, human clothes?
After a moment's deliberation, Sarah shrugged and dressed herself in the outfit Jareth had asked her to wear. It obviously had to have something to do with her surprise.
The question was what, though.
Once she was fully dressed, Sarah left the bedchamber and made her way through the castle to the north tower. She smiled and thanked all the goblin subjects that wished her a happy birthday along the way.
As she climbed the winding staircase of the north tower, her excitement grew exponentially.
Jareth used the room at the top of the north tower for one thing only, and that was to develop spells and potions. She had often referred to the space as his 'mad scientist lab'.
The door was slightly open when she reached the top of the tower.
She had barely stepped into the room before she was clasped in a cage of two powerful arms and a hungry pair of lips descended upon her own. Her eyes slid closed and she reached up to tangle her fingers into her husband's wild, blonde hair.
Pulling away after a few blissful minutes, Jareth's face finally came into view.
"Happy Birthday, Sarah."
"Thank you." She purred.
"Are you ready for your surprise?"
"I assume this has something to do with it?" She asked, stepping backward out of Jareth's grasp to indicate her outfit only to have her jaw drop as she realized what he was wearing.
A brown leather Members Only jacket over a white t-shirt and a pair of tight acid washed blue jeans! The only articles of clothing she recognized were his boots and his gloves.
She felt her mouth water.
He looked damn good.
Jareth just chuckled and stepped aside to one of the disorganized bookshelves.
Sarah shook her head to clear her thoughts and observed the room.
The 'lab' was an eclectic mass of books, papers, and pieces of magical items. What wasn't stuffed onto a bookshelf or placed on a table was stacked on the floor. Some piles reached the ceiling! The messy wooden tables were stained in various places with old potions, cracked, and even singed in various places.
Some of that had been her handiwork.
Sarah's attention was soon drawn to a small cauldron sitting on the round table in the center of the room. A glowing, purple liquid was smoothly churning inside. It smelt like Lysol.
"What's this stuff?" She asked.
"This is part of your gift." Jareth answered without turning around. He seemed to be searching for something on the shelf.
"It's not an aphrodisiac is it?"
What that what her outfit was all about? Were they going to role-play?
Suddenly Jareth was right behind her.
"Oh, I don't think we need any help in that department, precious." He whispered sensuously in to her ear before licking the shell softly.
Before Sarah could react, her moved swiftly to the cauldron and dropped, what looked like, a peacock feather and a ruby into the amethyst liquid. The cauldron fizzed.
Once the potion calmed, Jareth turned to face his wife.
"Sarah, as you already know, I can re-order time in the Underground. For the past several centuries, I've been developing a potion that could expand that ability to another realm. I finally managed to create a successful mixture a few months ago. Unfortunately, the concoction was too unstable to be used more than once, so I've been saving it for a special occasion. This potion will allow me to grant you a wish that was once beyond my power." He explained proudly. "This potion will allow me to re-order time in the Aboveground. Just say your right words, my Sarah, and I will take you to any point in human history."
Sarah was speechless. She couldn't believe it!
"I...I...uh..."
"Are you unhappy, love?" His voice was anxious.
"No! Of course not, Jareth! I'm very happy; I'm just...overwhelmed is all. I mean, I can't believe you did all this for me!"
Jareth relaxed and slowly approached his queen.
"I move the stars for no one but you, precious." He then kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her in a firm, but gentle embrace.
Sarah leaned into his warm chest, tucking her head under his chin.
They stood holding each other silently as she thought about how to spend her gift. She'd seen the Back to the Future series and was a little wary.
Better to play it safe.
Her eyes lit up as she suddenly got an idea.
"Ok, I know when and where I want to go."
Jareth stepped back and led her to the cauldron.
With his free hand, he removed his royal necklace and submerged it in the glowing potion. It absorbed half of the liquid like a sponge. Once he placed the now slightly amethyst-colored pendant back around his neck, he repeated the process with Sarah's matching one.
"Say you're right words, my queen." He reminded her, taking his wife's other hand.
Sarah licked her lips in anticipation.
"I wish to go to Saturday, June 27, 1987, 7:30pm, Piermont, New York right now!"
The couple vanished into a cloud of glitter.
A/N: Oooooh? Where are they going? Find out in the next part!