Yes Caillean, There is a Goblin King
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(Book One of the Caillean Chronicles)
Disclaimer: I do not own Bowie, the Labyrinth or Jareth. Anything ( and anyone ) not in the movie I do own, but you can use them with my permission.
Dedication: For the three men in my life, who together inspire both Jareth and Stephan. Samuel, Fuiny, and Steven (Hence the name…)
Part One
Caillean walked down the hallway mumbling to herself.
"Urgent. Urgent. Bah humbug. If they think just because they forget to tell me a week in advance that something needs to be done that they can call it urgent…."
"Caillean!"
Surprised the chestnut hared woman looked up to see one of her co-workers coming towards her. She realized with a start he had an armful of manuals.
"Hi Steve." She managed calmly, hoping he was just carrying them for a bit of exercise. "What are those for?"
He shrugged slightly. "Well, you know the 50 manuals you had Debra print up for Northeast?"
Caillean nodded slowly, scared to know where this was going.
"Well, we need about 80 more to ship out tonight, FedEx."
Caillean nearly screamed. "Are you kidding?" She looked at the clock. "Steve, it's five o'clock already, and it's Christmas Eve. Debra's gone, who do you expect to make 80 copies of a manual at this hour?"
He shrugged and handed the manuals off to her. "Dunno, that's why they made you the boss." With a small smile he turned and walked back down the hallway. "Merry Christmas."
Caillean just stared at his retreating form, dumbstruck.
* * * * *
The copy machine droned on, Caillean watching it solemnly as a sigh escaped her lips. A glance at the clock confirmed her worst fears. It was nearly seven, and she hadn't even finished a quarter of the manuals.
"Damn. I wish all I'd have to do is snap my fingers and it would all get done right now. That would be wonderful."
But Caillean knew no snapping would finish the manuals in time, just as she knew all her wishes for the fabled goblin king to appear and take her away would never come true. The copier beeped, signaling the end of another manual. She walked over to pick up the paper and said out loud. "I guess Goblins and Fairies don't exist after all."
She felt a slight chill suddenly, as if someone had opened a door from outside. Turning quickly Caillean found herself face to face with someone whose hair looked suspiciously like David Bowie's.
"Who the hell are you?" She demanded, as his eyes sparkled. She noticed his eyes looked suspiciously like David Bowie's.
The man smiled, revealing a set of teeth also suspiciously like David Bowie's.
"Hello Caillean."
She stared at him. "That voice… it sounds suspiciously like…"
"Like David Bowie's? I know, that's what they all say. But what can I say, perhaps he's a descendant of mine or something. Lord knows he's got the Cecil nose."
Caillean, till this point simply staring, now opened her mouth to speak. But no sound came, and, confused, she simply passed out.
[email protected]
(Book One of the Caillean Chronicles)
Disclaimer: I do not own Bowie, the Labyrinth or Jareth. Anything ( and anyone ) not in the movie I do own, but you can use them with my permission.
Dedication: For the three men in my life, who together inspire both Jareth and Stephan. Samuel, Fuiny, and Steven (Hence the name…)
Part One
Caillean walked down the hallway mumbling to herself.
"Urgent. Urgent. Bah humbug. If they think just because they forget to tell me a week in advance that something needs to be done that they can call it urgent…."
"Caillean!"
Surprised the chestnut hared woman looked up to see one of her co-workers coming towards her. She realized with a start he had an armful of manuals.
"Hi Steve." She managed calmly, hoping he was just carrying them for a bit of exercise. "What are those for?"
He shrugged slightly. "Well, you know the 50 manuals you had Debra print up for Northeast?"
Caillean nodded slowly, scared to know where this was going.
"Well, we need about 80 more to ship out tonight, FedEx."
Caillean nearly screamed. "Are you kidding?" She looked at the clock. "Steve, it's five o'clock already, and it's Christmas Eve. Debra's gone, who do you expect to make 80 copies of a manual at this hour?"
He shrugged and handed the manuals off to her. "Dunno, that's why they made you the boss." With a small smile he turned and walked back down the hallway. "Merry Christmas."
Caillean just stared at his retreating form, dumbstruck.
* * * * *
The copy machine droned on, Caillean watching it solemnly as a sigh escaped her lips. A glance at the clock confirmed her worst fears. It was nearly seven, and she hadn't even finished a quarter of the manuals.
"Damn. I wish all I'd have to do is snap my fingers and it would all get done right now. That would be wonderful."
But Caillean knew no snapping would finish the manuals in time, just as she knew all her wishes for the fabled goblin king to appear and take her away would never come true. The copier beeped, signaling the end of another manual. She walked over to pick up the paper and said out loud. "I guess Goblins and Fairies don't exist after all."
She felt a slight chill suddenly, as if someone had opened a door from outside. Turning quickly Caillean found herself face to face with someone whose hair looked suspiciously like David Bowie's.
"Who the hell are you?" She demanded, as his eyes sparkled. She noticed his eyes looked suspiciously like David Bowie's.
The man smiled, revealing a set of teeth also suspiciously like David Bowie's.
"Hello Caillean."
She stared at him. "That voice… it sounds suspiciously like…"
"Like David Bowie's? I know, that's what they all say. But what can I say, perhaps he's a descendant of mine or something. Lord knows he's got the Cecil nose."
Caillean, till this point simply staring, now opened her mouth to speak. But no sound came, and, confused, she simply passed out.