Author's
Note: This is meant to be a one-shot fic, but it's certainly got room to be
continued if I ever feel like it. The title is from a song by Switchfoot.
Sarah.
She swept through the great maze like a wraith, silent, grave, and full of
emotion beyond words. She had been there for hours, alone, and she moved
swiftly, though time had stopped mattering when she said the words.
I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now!
-begin flashback-
(a few hours earlier)
Sarah sat, staring into the mirror, and brushed her long dark hair. It was the
exact same length it had been three years ago. She had made sure of it. In
fact, much of her appearance was the same, down to the clothes she wore. Her
face had aged slightly, but it couldn't be helped. Maybe it was good to show
some small sign of how she had changed in the years since visiting the
Labyrinth.
She closed her eyes, the echo of an old song floating through her mind.
As the world falls down...
Like a half-remembered dream, the melody refused to be captured. Visions of
elegant dancing and tainted dancers tickled the edge of her thoughts. She could
never recall much of that drugged hallucination. She could never quite
remember...
Shaking her head in frustration, Sarah set the brush down on her dresser with a
frustrated clack. Dwelling on it would get her nowhere. Soon she would have her
answers. Or so she hoped.
Taking a deep calming breath, she stood and studied her appearance in the
mirror one final time, making sure everything was perfect. She looked
beautiful, ethereal, as with the pale moonlight filtering into her room and
battled against the dim light from the lamp in the corner. She only hoped he
would think so. The Goblin King. Jareth.
At the thought of him, she almost lost her nerve. But no, the time for
preparation was past. Now was the time to act. She inhaled again, looking out
the window at the night.
"I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now!"
An eerie silence followed her words, as if the air itself was in shock.
Sarah jumped as the bulb from the lamp explode, raining glittering shards in
the corner. The room was filled with darkness and starlight, and the sound of
her own nervous breathing. She strained to hear any unusual noises, but her
heart was pounding, drowning out all other sound.
There was movement in the shadows. Something touched her foot and she jerked
her leg, kicking at it. Then she saw the eyes, glittering at her from all
around. Hissing giggles mocked her efforts to fend them off and they swarmed
over her in a clinging, pawing, chittering mass. Sarah screamed as she felt the
tiny bodies latching onto every part of her.
"Get off me!" she shrieked, and they vanished. As if by magic.
Quaking, she fell to her knees and landed on soft dirt and thin grass. Her
hands met warm dry soil as they broke her fall and she raised her head, peering
through the veil of dark disheveled hair. Yes, she was back. On that same hill
overlooking the Labyrinth. Back Underground.
At last.
-end flashback-
Get through the Labyrinth, get through the Labyrinth! One thing's for sure:
she'll never get through the Labyrinth!
And yet, she had. Not without help, and not without danger, but she had
made it.
This was different though. Since arriving, she had not seen another living
creature. Not even the eyeball lichen. Hours had passed in silence as she
traveled. It felt as if the maze itself was waiting for something, as if it was
holding its breath in eager anticipation. Was the Labyrinth a reflection of its
ruler? Or was she reading too much into a simple game?
Soon. Soon she would be through it. True, she had no help, but nothing had
hindered her progress either. No tricks. No traps. No irritating goblin king
showing up at the most inopportune moments. She almost wished he would. It had
caught her by surprise when he had not appeared in her room. It would have made
things so much simpler to have confronted him then and there, but he was
apparently determined to make her play his games once more.
It was fine. She could wait a little longer. She would meet him soon enough.
-begin second flashback-
(approximately one year ago)
Sarah sat in the park, thumbing through her dog-eared copy of Labyrinth. Had it
really been two years? Only two years. It felt like forever.
Not long at all...
He haunted her. His voice, his face, his words...they tormented her endlessly,
even chasing her through her dreams. What were they trying to tell her? She had
learned so much from her trip through the Labyrinth, but it still felt as if
she had missed something vitally important. Something about the Goblin King.
Nothing is what it seems in this place.
She had painted him as the stereotypical villain, no good within him. And
yet...what was it he had said?
I have reordered time, I have turned the world upside down, and I have done
it all for you! I'm exhausted from living up to your expectations.
It made no sense to her. Why did he do it? Why drive himself to such a state
for a single child? Or...had it really been about Toby at all? For Jareth,
perhaps not.
She thought of other things. The amused smile that tugged at the corners of his
mouth when her stubbornness matched his. The pain on his face when he realized
she would not be swayed from her single-minded goal of saving her brother. The
way he stood so very, very close but never touched her. Sarah shivered in
remembrance.
It was not until much later that she had even had time to think about Jareth's
words. By taking Toby, he had perhaps inadvertently made her task very simple.
She had no right to sacrifice the child for her own pleasure, and the Goblin
King's offers of dreams come true fell on deaf ears. Looking back, she had to
wonder. Had he offered because he had taken Toby, or had he taken Toby so that
he could offer?
The book lay open on her lap and she finally read the words.
But what no one knew was that the King of the Goblins had fallen in love
with the girl...
Again, she was reminded of the strange dream she'd had while in the
Underground. She remembered dancing with carefree delight.
As the world falls down...
The Goblin King held her close and gazed into her eyes with emotion so intense
that it shook her to the core.
Falling...falling in love.
A clock chimed, and she ran from him. She ran from what his eyes told her and
she ran from herself, from the way she'd almost given in. She ran in fear of
being so important to someone. And she had defeated him that day, and never
looked back.
But she could not forget that look in his eyes.
-end second flashback-
Tears stung Sarah's eyes as they had that day in the park, when she had sat
with her head bowed, finally realizing that the Goblin King really had
been in love with the girl. Her. What harm had she done to reject him as she
had? Had he seen that she had no choice, even if she had truly understood his
offer?
She swiped at her eyes angrily. Now was not the time for tears. She stood
outside the gates of the Goblin City. Almost there.
She pushed open the door resolutely and entered the silent village.
-break-
Jareth.
He stood stiffly in front of his throne, a dark, brooding statue. She had come
back. How long had it been? She had come back to him.
Not back to him. He stared blankly across the silent, empty room at the archway
she would come through. She was so close.
When he'd heard her voice calling to him through the slightly-ordered chaos
that was his usual day, it felt like someone had stabbed an icicle through his
chest. He had thought he would never hear her voice again. Had told himself he
never wanted to. But now she called, for some inexplicable reason, and he was
bound to take her.
He sent the goblins. He could not face her himself, not yet. It was too soon,
too unexpected. He could not let her see what she had done to him, how she had
ripped him apart and shredded his heart to pieces with a few simple words.
You have no power over me.
How dare she. He felt cold, so cold, and he knew he should have felt outraged.
Instead, standing there in the empty stone room, waiting for the girl, no,
woman, who had broken his heart to walk through the door, he felt only tired.
So very, very tired of wanting something that would never be his.
Then Sarah was there, stepping calmly into his throne room. His eyes drank in
her form hungrily. She looked the same, her hair, her face, even her clothes.
Older, perhaps, but still so beautiful. Her gaze locked with his and held it,
and at the fire that blazed from the depths of her eyes, he almost stepped back
from her uncertainly.
She didn't even pause in her stride, as if she had expected to find him here,
alone, and had already planned her next move. Maybe she had, for all he knew.
She marched across the bare room to where he stood frozen and, still without
hesitation, tangled a hand in his hair and pulled his head down, locking her lips
onto his.
Jareth was stunned. Sarah was practically clinging to him, eyes closed, mouth
covering his. Without a word of explanation, and after she had rejected him
three years ago. It was too much. He felt a moan of agony and yearning rise in
his throat and he thrust Sarah away from him. She stumbled backwards, caught
off guard by his move, and he stared at her with a pain-filled, haunted
expression before escaping into the Escher room. Let her find him there, if she
truly wanted to.
-break-
Sarah.
When Jareth vanished from the throne room, she was not surprised. Her actions
had been risky, but she had her answers. Only an unrequited love could cause
such raw pain as she saw on his face. Now she knew.
Everything I've done I've done for you.
She turned towards the stairway.
That's the only way he could have gone!
She had found Toby in this maze of stairs. She would find the Goblin King. It
was time to set things straight.
Initially she wandered aimlessly, until rounding a corner brought her face to
face with him. They stared at each other for a moment and then he walked off a
ledge. She hurried after him, and the chase began. For a while, the only sound
was the clack of his boots on the stone floor and the patter of her feet as she
tried to catch up with him. But the faster she ran, the faster he walked, until
it escalated into a full race. Up and down the stairs, across the walls, around
massive pillars...he rounded a corner and she zoomed after him, almost falling
when she found him waiting for her on the other side.
Jareth was crouched against the wall, back pressed against the smooth stones,
looking almost panicked. Sarah felt mirth tug at her features; had he really
been so frantic to 'escape' her that he had backed himself into a dead end? They
stared at each other mutely as Sarah panted for breath, her face flushed from
following him. She took a step forward and he pressed himself closer against
the wall, raising a hand to stop her.
"Sarah...don't..."
But she was beyond listening, locked into the same stubborn determination that
she'd found last time she faced Jareth. But this time it wasn't her brother she
was seeking. It was the Goblin King himself.
Before he could finish his plea, she had pinned him to the wall, molding her
body against him as her lips crushed his again. His hands fell involuntarily
around her waist, and then tightened as she wrapped herself around him.
Somewhere, a clock was chiming thirteen...
He broke away from her again, searching her eyes, confusion warring with hope
as the cold shell he had locked himself in began to crumble.
"Sarah.." he began again, and again she stopped him.
"No more games, Jareth," she said softly, running her fingers through
his silky hair. "This time I came for you, and I'm not leaving until I get
what I want." A seductive smile teased him as she added coyly, "...if
then."
She kissed him again as the Escher room crumbled away like the facade he had
hidden behind for the past three years. Finally he returned her caresses with
the same passion that she gave them, deepening the kiss and eliciting a small
moan of delight from her mouth.
They broke apart and he cupped her chin with his hand. "Sarah, I.."
"I love you," she breathed, not caring that she had cut him off for a
third time. She put all that she felt in her heart into those words, let it
show on her face, heard the sharp intake of his breath. She smiled and he
started to laugh, loud, joyous, almost hysterical chuckles that echoed around
her.
Then he was sobbing, clinging weakly to her and burying his face against her
neck. She sank to her knees, cradling him in her arms. To think she had been
the cause of such pain, such madness. "I'm sorry, Jareth, I'm so
sorry," she whispered to him, over and over, as she stroked his hair
gently, trying to comfort him.
Live without the sunlight.
I can fix this, she thought silently.
Love without your heartbeat.
Please, please let me be able to fix this.
I... I.. can't live... within you...
She held him there, on the cold floor of the Escher Room, for a long, long
time.
"I'll never leave you again, Jareth. I promise."