Forgotten Magic
[A/N: I do not own the Labyrinth, I do not own Sarah or Jareth. I –do- own Cushla and Prince Jared. Please do not get confused that I have spelt Jareth wrong, Jared is a different person – Sarah and Jareth's son.
Prince Jared paced up and down his chambers impatiently, his black cloak wisping against the stone floors. It seemed Prince Jared nearly had the splitting image of his father, King Jareth. Though, it seemed this is not what the young boy wanted.
Jared's eyes were different colours, much like Jareths'. His hair was a sandy-blonde, he had made sure that it fitted nicely around his head as a small wave flicked out where his hair came to a halt at the base of his neck. His skin was pale, much like his Mother, Sarah. Jared wore various clothes amongst his 16 years living underground. Though, lately he had been wearing a rather lengthily trench coat, his blue shirt roughly tucked under his black leather pants. Pelted boots reached nicely under his pants. It seemed he was quite a fan of accessories, due to the fact, he wore many studded belts, one moon-shaped earring in his right ear and a chained necklace with the same golden crescent as his earring.
Jared made a small huff as he leaned against the windowsill, he was bored and getting tired of the same old scenery. He might of gotten into trouble by now, if it wasn't for the fact that he was half mortal. He couldn't do many of the magical things his proud father could do, this was one of the reasons he hated him. Jealousy. No crystal balls, no owl-transformations, nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. He needed to get out; this was slowly driving him insane.
"What shall I do? I must get out. I'm sick of this disgusting place, these four walls imprisoning me. All I see is a Labyrinth. I want to be entertained." Jared began to moan to himself as he kicked a wall to his right, "There is no-one underground. I've met everyone... they all bore me. A goblin, Yetis, there is no one for me to speak with. My father managed to bring my mother in from the above grounds. Why can I not do the same? I need someone to talk too, but whom? I have no contact with the above grounds."
Jared sighed as he sat himself down upon his bed. Running his fingers through his hair as he tried to think of some plan for companionship. His thoughts ran across the many things within the castle that may aid him in his task. He smirked; something had finally reached his mind.
When he was a little boy, he had entered the room across from his fathers. The room was bare, apart from a mirror. A simple cloth that he had quickly removed with interest covered the mirror. He had never forgotten what he had seen, the world above. Woman, children and businessmen walking up and down a busy street. Though, much to his dismay, his mother had caught him in the act. Sarah had told him that she wouldn't tell his father, if he'd promise he would never enter the room again. It had been 10 years since that day and Jared wondered if maybe, just maybe, it might still be there. Jared glanced up at the grand-clock at the right wall of his chambers... it read 7 O'clock. That was it— he had made up his mind. He was going to find the mirror tonight when the hand stuck midnight. He would leave.
~*~
Jared closed the door behind himself gently. His mother and father would be in their chamber sleeping at this hour and he had no need to worry. He didn't know what time it would be in the world above, but he didn't really care either. He turned around to see if the mirror would be there, his back leaning against the door as he puffed softly— he was still scared that his father might catch him.
A grin came across his face; the mirror was still there! He walked quickly, yet ever so quietly towards the clothed mirror, lifting the cloth and chucking it to the ground with great haste. His eyes flicked quickly about the mirror. Its' golden frame swirled in patterns he had never seen before, but what was really important was that now he was faced with what he had been dying to see.
Though, it seemed there was no businessmen or woman. There was only one girl. Just one. He mumbled to himself, this didn't seem that exciting. He raised an eyebrow as he watched this female.
The girl walked at a fast pace as if she was trying to get to somewhere in a hurry. She stopped at the side of a road as she waited to cross, her eyes glancing around. Jared gasped, for a moment it almost seemed as if her blue eyes had crossed with his. This made him quite intrigued, so he continued to watch her. She rushed across the road, her blonde hair flying in her face, she cringed her orb-like eyes for a moment as a piece of hair flew in her face. This made Jared laugh, he quickly replaced his laugh with a cough— he was not going to be seen laughing over a mortal girl. His eyes glued to the mirror, as if it was some type of television screen. The girl dropped what she was carrying; this made Jared instantly try to reach into the mirror to help pick them up. He gasped as he felt his hand travel through the mirror.
"Jared!" Boomed the voice of his father.
Jared quickly pulled his hand out of the mirror and turned around, as if to pretend he was doing nothing.
"I give you everything, and you still disobey m—" Jareth began, though his son interrupted him.
"You give me what? You trap me in my chambers with nothing but spiders for conversation." Jared shouted as he tried to escape the room. Unfortunately, Jareth blocked the doorway. Jareth simply lifted one hand to grab his child's arm, forcefully stopping him.
"Don't ever touch that mirror again or—" Jareth began again, though this time was interrupted by his wife, Sarah.
"What's going on here?" She said, wiping her eyes. It seemed her family had awoken the poor woman.
"Nothing, Sarah. Nothing, I can't handle." Jareth replied. Sarah shrugged and walked back to her and Jareth's chambers, she was too tired to argue as usual. It seemed the two were having their own problems also.
"It's not fair!" Jared shouted as he used his Mother's interruption to escape the room. He turned to give a quick frown towards his father.
"You sound like your mother." Jareth mumbled as he walked towards his chambers, "I'll deal with you tomorrow, son."
~*~
Jared lay on his bed the following night. He was still in great wonderment about the above grounds, despite his father's warnings. The image of those eyes wouldn't leave his imagination. He had to see them again; he had made up his mind that he wanted that girl as his companion. Something about those eyes had called him to her.
He was going back, no-body could stop him now. Not even his father. He was going to do it.
~*~
Jared shut the door behind him once again. He wasn't going to be slow this time, he was going to enter this world, no-matter what the consequences were. He hurried towards the mirror, it seemed that the cloth was still off since the last night.
He placed his hand within the mirror, it still worked, it seemed that Jareth had not bothered to put up any protections so that his disobedient child could not enter the forbidden land.
He then continued to place another hand, a foot, it all worked. He shrugged at this and just let himself jump.
Crash! He landed against the footpath. He grasped his knee, kneeling himself down so that he may nurse it for a minute. It seemed he had forgotten where he had just landed. Jared heard footsteps behind himself, his head turned and he began to brush the golden strands of his hair away from his eyes so that he could see who had approached him.
"Excuse me... A...re you alright?" The girl whispered. Those eyes, the same eyes were staring at him in the face. This was not how it was suppose to work, the girl had seen him in a moment of weakness. Like his father, he disliked showing weakness; it was a sign of failure.
"Of course I'm alright!" Jared mumbled as he stood himself up.
"I was only asking." The girl replied with quick haste, it seemed that this girl wasn't as kind as she looked. Either that, or she had a rather quick tongue.
Jared looked down at the girl, it seemed she only reached up to his shoulders. He brushed his hair back from his forehead and smirked. He placed each hand in the side pockets of his trench coat.
"So, what's your name?" Jared questioned as he continued to review the girl.
"None of your business." She replied, turning her back to him. His eyes glanced across a nametag that she had stupidly sown onto her bag.
"Cushla?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow. Though, he did feel quite smug about himself for finding this out.
"How did you know?" She said, turning around to face him again.
"A little goblin told me." Jared replied, grinning to himself as he saw her amazement.
"Goblin? What are you talking about?" Cushla said, arching her own eyebrow back at him.
"You don't have Gobli—" Jared began, but stopped as he saw a crystal ball heading towards them.
"Huh?" Cushla glanced down, reaching her hand down to pick up the ball. Jared grasped her hand in desperate attempt to stop her, but it was too late. They were now both heading for underground. What was Jareth planning to do to him when they returned? This was bad, very bad indeed.
[I hope you liked it. There will be more on Jareth/Sarah later on. I just have to get the story between their son and Cushla going before I can get into the juicy details of Jareth/Sarah ;)! Hope you enjoyed it so far!]
[A/N: I do not own the Labyrinth, I do not own Sarah or Jareth. I –do- own Cushla and Prince Jared. Please do not get confused that I have spelt Jareth wrong, Jared is a different person – Sarah and Jareth's son.
Prince Jared paced up and down his chambers impatiently, his black cloak wisping against the stone floors. It seemed Prince Jared nearly had the splitting image of his father, King Jareth. Though, it seemed this is not what the young boy wanted.
Jared's eyes were different colours, much like Jareths'. His hair was a sandy-blonde, he had made sure that it fitted nicely around his head as a small wave flicked out where his hair came to a halt at the base of his neck. His skin was pale, much like his Mother, Sarah. Jared wore various clothes amongst his 16 years living underground. Though, lately he had been wearing a rather lengthily trench coat, his blue shirt roughly tucked under his black leather pants. Pelted boots reached nicely under his pants. It seemed he was quite a fan of accessories, due to the fact, he wore many studded belts, one moon-shaped earring in his right ear and a chained necklace with the same golden crescent as his earring.
Jared made a small huff as he leaned against the windowsill, he was bored and getting tired of the same old scenery. He might of gotten into trouble by now, if it wasn't for the fact that he was half mortal. He couldn't do many of the magical things his proud father could do, this was one of the reasons he hated him. Jealousy. No crystal balls, no owl-transformations, nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. He needed to get out; this was slowly driving him insane.
"What shall I do? I must get out. I'm sick of this disgusting place, these four walls imprisoning me. All I see is a Labyrinth. I want to be entertained." Jared began to moan to himself as he kicked a wall to his right, "There is no-one underground. I've met everyone... they all bore me. A goblin, Yetis, there is no one for me to speak with. My father managed to bring my mother in from the above grounds. Why can I not do the same? I need someone to talk too, but whom? I have no contact with the above grounds."
Jared sighed as he sat himself down upon his bed. Running his fingers through his hair as he tried to think of some plan for companionship. His thoughts ran across the many things within the castle that may aid him in his task. He smirked; something had finally reached his mind.
When he was a little boy, he had entered the room across from his fathers. The room was bare, apart from a mirror. A simple cloth that he had quickly removed with interest covered the mirror. He had never forgotten what he had seen, the world above. Woman, children and businessmen walking up and down a busy street. Though, much to his dismay, his mother had caught him in the act. Sarah had told him that she wouldn't tell his father, if he'd promise he would never enter the room again. It had been 10 years since that day and Jared wondered if maybe, just maybe, it might still be there. Jared glanced up at the grand-clock at the right wall of his chambers... it read 7 O'clock. That was it— he had made up his mind. He was going to find the mirror tonight when the hand stuck midnight. He would leave.
~*~
Jared closed the door behind himself gently. His mother and father would be in their chamber sleeping at this hour and he had no need to worry. He didn't know what time it would be in the world above, but he didn't really care either. He turned around to see if the mirror would be there, his back leaning against the door as he puffed softly— he was still scared that his father might catch him.
A grin came across his face; the mirror was still there! He walked quickly, yet ever so quietly towards the clothed mirror, lifting the cloth and chucking it to the ground with great haste. His eyes flicked quickly about the mirror. Its' golden frame swirled in patterns he had never seen before, but what was really important was that now he was faced with what he had been dying to see.
Though, it seemed there was no businessmen or woman. There was only one girl. Just one. He mumbled to himself, this didn't seem that exciting. He raised an eyebrow as he watched this female.
The girl walked at a fast pace as if she was trying to get to somewhere in a hurry. She stopped at the side of a road as she waited to cross, her eyes glancing around. Jared gasped, for a moment it almost seemed as if her blue eyes had crossed with his. This made him quite intrigued, so he continued to watch her. She rushed across the road, her blonde hair flying in her face, she cringed her orb-like eyes for a moment as a piece of hair flew in her face. This made Jared laugh, he quickly replaced his laugh with a cough— he was not going to be seen laughing over a mortal girl. His eyes glued to the mirror, as if it was some type of television screen. The girl dropped what she was carrying; this made Jared instantly try to reach into the mirror to help pick them up. He gasped as he felt his hand travel through the mirror.
"Jared!" Boomed the voice of his father.
Jared quickly pulled his hand out of the mirror and turned around, as if to pretend he was doing nothing.
"I give you everything, and you still disobey m—" Jareth began, though his son interrupted him.
"You give me what? You trap me in my chambers with nothing but spiders for conversation." Jared shouted as he tried to escape the room. Unfortunately, Jareth blocked the doorway. Jareth simply lifted one hand to grab his child's arm, forcefully stopping him.
"Don't ever touch that mirror again or—" Jareth began again, though this time was interrupted by his wife, Sarah.
"What's going on here?" She said, wiping her eyes. It seemed her family had awoken the poor woman.
"Nothing, Sarah. Nothing, I can't handle." Jareth replied. Sarah shrugged and walked back to her and Jareth's chambers, she was too tired to argue as usual. It seemed the two were having their own problems also.
"It's not fair!" Jared shouted as he used his Mother's interruption to escape the room. He turned to give a quick frown towards his father.
"You sound like your mother." Jareth mumbled as he walked towards his chambers, "I'll deal with you tomorrow, son."
~*~
Jared lay on his bed the following night. He was still in great wonderment about the above grounds, despite his father's warnings. The image of those eyes wouldn't leave his imagination. He had to see them again; he had made up his mind that he wanted that girl as his companion. Something about those eyes had called him to her.
He was going back, no-body could stop him now. Not even his father. He was going to do it.
~*~
Jared shut the door behind him once again. He wasn't going to be slow this time, he was going to enter this world, no-matter what the consequences were. He hurried towards the mirror, it seemed that the cloth was still off since the last night.
He placed his hand within the mirror, it still worked, it seemed that Jareth had not bothered to put up any protections so that his disobedient child could not enter the forbidden land.
He then continued to place another hand, a foot, it all worked. He shrugged at this and just let himself jump.
Crash! He landed against the footpath. He grasped his knee, kneeling himself down so that he may nurse it for a minute. It seemed he had forgotten where he had just landed. Jared heard footsteps behind himself, his head turned and he began to brush the golden strands of his hair away from his eyes so that he could see who had approached him.
"Excuse me... A...re you alright?" The girl whispered. Those eyes, the same eyes were staring at him in the face. This was not how it was suppose to work, the girl had seen him in a moment of weakness. Like his father, he disliked showing weakness; it was a sign of failure.
"Of course I'm alright!" Jared mumbled as he stood himself up.
"I was only asking." The girl replied with quick haste, it seemed that this girl wasn't as kind as she looked. Either that, or she had a rather quick tongue.
Jared looked down at the girl, it seemed she only reached up to his shoulders. He brushed his hair back from his forehead and smirked. He placed each hand in the side pockets of his trench coat.
"So, what's your name?" Jared questioned as he continued to review the girl.
"None of your business." She replied, turning her back to him. His eyes glanced across a nametag that she had stupidly sown onto her bag.
"Cushla?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow. Though, he did feel quite smug about himself for finding this out.
"How did you know?" She said, turning around to face him again.
"A little goblin told me." Jared replied, grinning to himself as he saw her amazement.
"Goblin? What are you talking about?" Cushla said, arching her own eyebrow back at him.
"You don't have Gobli—" Jared began, but stopped as he saw a crystal ball heading towards them.
"Huh?" Cushla glanced down, reaching her hand down to pick up the ball. Jared grasped her hand in desperate attempt to stop her, but it was too late. They were now both heading for underground. What was Jareth planning to do to him when they returned? This was bad, very bad indeed.
[I hope you liked it. There will be more on Jareth/Sarah later on. I just have to get the story between their son and Cushla going before I can get into the juicy details of Jareth/Sarah ;)! Hope you enjoyed it so far!]