Cravings and wishes

By FreakyPoet

Revised: 7/16/15

Hello Fanfiction world! This was my very first fanfiction published on this site. After a year or so I went back to reread it and found myself horrified by mistakes that were in it, thought I still think it is a cute as hell story, not bragging, just like it. :) Anyway, hopefully this will take care of any and all distracting mistakes that take away from what I intended this tale to be. As always, have fun!

Disclaimer:

I own not a thing, but a hopeful heart, and lasting dreams

Sarah watched the rain fall outside her new apartment window. Her eyes strained for a moment, automatically searching, trying her best to find any sign of the white owl that had followed her in her dreams for so long. It had been three years since she had last seen him in any form in reality. Her heart wondered if she would ever see him again. Sighing, she pushed away from the window with its tear stained appearance and went to unpack the few things she had brought with her when she had left her father's house behind.

The years had passed slowly since she had returned with Toby in hand from the labyrinth. In all that time, the urge to return there and to him had not left her. Hoggle, Ludo, and Sir Didymus still came to see her from time to time. The large mirror in her room served as a portal for them to come and go from. They could come through it, but she could not even step one foot inside. She could plainly see the labrinth and the goblin city quite clearly. Of the goblin king, she saw nothing, even when her eyes strayed to his castle more often than not.

Sarah closed her eyes, blocking out images of the past. It's not that she would change what had happened. Toby was a happy, healthy four year old who was loved and adored by his parents and big sister. He remembered nothing of his time spent with the goblins, though he did have some interesting dreams sometimes. He was very secure and unaffected by the wish of the selfish girl who had needed to grow up so badly.

There was only one thing that she thought she could have done without. Sarah had told him that he had no power over her and it was true in the sense that there was nothing he could offer her to make her leave her baby brother with him, but it was not an entirely true statement. The part of her that craved him was still very much alive and well. She had spent a lot of time enraged at the choice he had offered her that had been no choice at all.

The sound of his voice, so mystifying and hypnotizing, the cruel twist of his smile and the way it felt to have him standing next to her, the way his presence would so captivate her she would forget the world around her for moments of time, she missed the hell out of it. Even the way he would just appear in the room and scare the shit out of her, a big part of her craved all of it. She had won his game, but had been left with a perverse addiction that could not be satisfied with anything less than him.

She had thought she did a good job of hiding it for that first year. However it had not been long before her family noticed something was not quite right. Instead of moving out of fairy land, as her father referred to it, Sarah had sunk deeper in. True, she had stopped playing dress up in the park and had given most of her toys to Toby, but she read book after book on fae kingdoms and could often catch her staring off into space, funny smile on her face. They had even caught her talking to herself (it had been a goblin, but you have to believe to see.) Her family had begun to think that she was nuts, all because she could not let that world go, nor did she want to.

So, Sarah moved out, got a job as a waitress and rented a crappy apartment. She was even taking creative writing courses, all of which to fool the people who cared for her into thinking that she had not lost her mind, that she was finally normal. She smirked, in reality she just wanted a place she could be herself and not get the 'we should get a shrink' look that often passed over her father's face.

"Damn, I'm twisted." She whispered to the empty room. She had said that she would need them all, but the one she missed the most would never come. "Sick," Sarah shook her head. Maybe she was nuts. Sighing, she got up and went into the bedroom and grabbed an oversized white t-shirt, then she headed to the shower, unaware of the eyes that followed her from the mirror.

The goblin king himself stood on the hill where he had first brought her into his domain. The mirror gate that Sarah and her friends created was before him. He had said that he would never see her anymore, yet there he stood before her mirror. He had raged when she had not chosen him. The ground rolled and shook, the labyrinth itself changed violently and without warning. Goblins had gone flying when they had approached him. It had taken months for him to calm, a year before he could be reasoned with.

Jareth had watched her, fascinated, from the moment she had first appeared in the park where he had often went for a break from the goblins constantly underfoot. She had been fourteen at the time, eyes shining brightly with fantasies and secret fae knowledge. Most humans lost their love for fairy creatures, the ability to see, long before then. It made her special. She had held so much promise that he had watched her as she grew and began to change from child to woman.

She had been his obsession long before that fateful wish that allowed him into her life. He had tried to trap her, famous for fae trickery, to be able to keep her with him, but it backfired on him. Having no power over her, the power to influence her thoughts and her dreams, meant that he could not touch her or speak to her, despite all that power he was so proud of. It also meant that she could not see him in any form.

This was the first time since Sarah had left that he allowed himself to seek her out or to see her. He had heard her friend speaking, talking of the changes in her life and how alone she was. They had made it sound as if she was sad, making him wonder if she might share his pain. Jareth just could not get the damn girl out of his mind.

His head jerked up as she returned to the bedroom. Taking a step closer he noticed many changes in her. She was now a woman in height and form, the white shirt clinging, showing generous curves and a small waist. Her hair had grown even longer and now held a dark red tint when the light hit it. Her beautiful blue eyes still burned, but it was a darker light, or full of secrets and emotions he could not fathom. He moved closer still to the mirror as did she, both nearly touching the glassy surface.

Sarah reached out and traced the lines of the castle in the distance. What was he doing? Laying across his throne in a lazy pose, or tormenting some poor goblin in one of his famous temper tantrums? She thought to herself, unaware that his hand followed hers. Resting her forehead against the mirror, she softly said "Jareth, how I wi…." Sarah shoved herself away from the mirror. "Stupid girl, what are you doing?" she knew better that to wish for anything. Her hand covered her mouth as she sat on the edge of her bed.

Jareth himself was stunned. His name had been a caress from her lips, sending a shiver through him. A slow wicked smile spread across his face. "Indeed, my Sarah, what have you been thinking." He said, knowing that she could not hear him still. It seemed that his fascination was not as one sided as he had thought. The smile changed into that smirk that she had so missed. Someone in his kingdom had to know what had been happing for three years. With one last at her on her bed, head in her hands, he disappeared to find answers.

Sarah lay back on the bed and drug a pillow over her face. How much longer could she fight the urge to call him to her? Even if she did, he would probably just torment her in a different way for the rest of her life. She had heard tales of his temper these last few years from Hoggle and she was positive he would not just walk up and say 'its ok, babe, let's just go on from here.' He was the goblin king, a trickster with a wicked sense of humor and a worse temper. It was scary to think of seeing him again, no matter how much other parts of her wanted to be near him. She groaned into her pillow and rolled over to try to sleep.