Note: All rights go to the real creators of the Labyrinth. I don't own any of this. Tis but a fan fiction.
Chapter 2
A while later Sarah opened her eyes and found that she was lying on a dirt road. It took her a moment to remember what had happened to her. Something had caused a virus on her computer and she had passed out. Somehow that didn't make any sense to her at all.
She got to her feet to observe her surroundings. At once she recognized the high brick walls and overgrown pathways. She was back inside the Labyrinth.
Above her the sun was already high in the sky. She had no idea how she had gotten there.
When she had gotten home the first time she had gone straight to her room to destroy the game. She broke it into pieces and scattered them across her backyard where she hoped they could never be found again. The only other way she could think that this could happen would be for Jareth himself to pull her in.
Speaking of which…
"Alright, where are you, you lying, cheating, scum!" She yelled at the walls.
There was no response.
She pounded a hand against the wall. "I didn't agree to be a part of your game this time. You have no power over me!"
Before such tactics would have destroyed the game. This time nothing happened.
She closed her eyes, concentrating like she had before. She pictured the walls shattering around her. Before she could pull on the codes that held everything together. This time she couldn't feel anything different. It was like she was standing in the real world with nothing at all to control.
"That isn't going to work," a voice called out.
Sarah looked up to meet the mismatched eyes of Jareth. He was standing a few feet away from her, watching her intently.
He was exactly as Sarah had remembered him. Tall, fit, with short blond hair cut so that it hangs in his eyes. His lips pulled up into a mischievous smile that glitters in his eyes. When he moved he did so with an elegance that stunned her.
Now he moved towards her. Slowly he reached out so that she could see every movement. When he touched her it was softly, delicately as though she would bolt at any moment.
Sarah was so surprised at his touch that she didn't move. He stroked her cheek lovingly with the back of his hand. One hand slipped along her back, locking her in place so that she couldn't escape.
The hand on her cheek moved to her neck. One long finger rang the length of the back of her neck, coaxing her head to one side. His lips brushed against her cheek until she could feel his breath at her ear.
"Let our game begin," he whispered.
Sarah took a deep breath to steady herself and then passed out again.
She opened her eyes with a start. Sitting up in her bed she found she was out of breath. Her face was heated and her hair was tangled.
Outside the sun, which had been setting when she had gotten home, was now replaced by darkness. On her bed in front of her was her computer. It was still open and the battery sign was flashing to warn her it was dead.
Normally she would have gone straight for her cable so that she could continue speaking with her friends. But she was so confused and thrown that she didn't know what to say to them. If they noticed her state they would worry.
She rushed to the bathroom. In the mirror she could see that she was stilled flushed. Along her cheek where Jareth had put his hand she could see the fading outline of his fingers on her blushing skin.
With her back against the wall she sank against the floor.
She hadn't seen or heard from Jareth for two years. All that time she had feared the moment that they might come together again. Before she had been so angry with him that she could never hear what he had said when he spoke.
In the two years since then she had thought about it quite a bit. She couldn't deny that he was attractive. She couldn't even deny that there was a part of her that could be seriously attracted to him. But there was another part of her, the one that shouted at her strongest of all, that knew just how dangerous he truly was. She just couldn't ignore everything he had put her through.
His words came back to her, "let our game begin." What had he meant by that? She hadn't agreed to play any game. And why should she agree to play? There was nothing in it for her this time. Before she was fighting for Toby. There was nothing on the line, no prize for her to win by playing.
If he thought she was just going to go along with his game he had another thing coming. She wasn't playing.
She stood and headed back into her room. It was late at night by then. Normally she would be talking to her friends late into the night. But she still didn't think that she could face them after what she had been through.
She needed sleep in the worst way. It would give her the chance to think about things. In the morning she would be feeling better and then she could talk to her friends about what happened. All she needed was sleep.