Wish with All Your Might
Sarah groaned as her head lolled to the left and slid off the brick of a pillow. She and Jareth had been Above on a date last night at a nice French restaurant on the other side of town that had an excellent wine list according to Jareth. Though the wine was more for him than for her. Sarah had not touched alcohol in any form since Didymus and Hoggle took her to her first bar, albeit a lower goblin bar. Jareth had apologized for that once, saying that she might have liked high goblin or elven alcohol if the lesser goblin forms of drink hadn't put her of the stuff for good as it often did for those trying alcohol for the first time. She knew Jareth would never have slipped her anything, he'd promised that the peach was a one time thing. Nor would he have even tried to goad her into having a taste, so why the hangover from hell? She fought to think past the haze and satanic, Firey drummer in her head. She and the Fireys to this day, could not get along. If there was ever a form of demons in the Underground it was to Sarah's mind, the Fireys. But that wasn't what she should be thinking on... Was it? Jareth.
Jareth had taken her to her place after, they'd talked of potential wedding plans, had kissed "a little" and then he'd left for a meeting with his council. She'd gone to bed shortly after. With extreme difficulty she tried to open her eyes without screaming as her eyelids slid across her delicate eyes like pieces of sandpaper. The light was thankfully quite dim, but alarm bells went off in her head that the demon drummer did not seem to like at all and so he upped his tempo accordingly. Though the moonlight had dampen the blow to her eye sockets somewhat, she still shut her eyes with a small scream for the obscenely, brightly decorated room she found herself in. The colored plaster made neon, hot pink look positively pastel and an utterly charming alternative to the color the walls were currently painted. Sarah groaned again. Just because the fae could create such unnaturally vivid colors did not mean that they should. Clutching at her poor brain as she rolled over into a fetal position, Sarah fought to focus.
Iain. She was going to skin him alive, if she got to him before Jareth that is. After a moment she wonder why she was thinking such violent thoughts about the poor fool. Then with a flutter of her eyelids, the briefest glimpse of the color of the walls would send spears through her eyes and mind reminding her why he had to die. She couldn't seem to focus for very long. Thoughts of wishing for something ran back and forth through her head in a panicked frenzy that she couldn't make sense of. What good would wishing do? No, it was important to wish...Wasn't it? But for what? Jareth. She needed Jareth. Sarah honed all the attention her poor head could managed to collect on his name and her need for him to find her.
"I-" Sarah choked, coughed, sputtered and started again, "I- I wish- Jare- Jareth was here." She panted for breath and at the sheer amount of energy it took just to form such a simple sentence. Her voice had rasped and broke as if she never used it before in her life. A thought screamed over the drummer's beat that she'd done it wrong and to get it right or lose all she loved and fought for. Sarah gasped for air as a wave of nausea sucker-punched her in the gut at that thought.
"I wish- Jare- I wish Jareth- was here... right now!" Sarah gasped as she felt the power of the Labyrinth take hold. It coursed through her like the electricity of a live wire. She screamed until her voice gave out as it built up within her, thrashing on the bed in a fit of convulsions. Distantly, she registered screams of rage. It was too much she couldn't take it. She thought she heard Jareth scream her name in utter agony as darkness overtook her.