Amy: just sign…there
Mel: okie dokie (signs peace treaty)
Amy: hurray! Now we should get our own holiday! The war is over! Oh happy day!
Mel: we already…have…a holiday
Amy: (scratches head) what is this holiday you speak of?
Mel: (slaps amy on head) we were born on memorial day! That way…we will always be remembered. (smiles triumphantly)
Amy: oh. Right. I knew that. Well we should get another one!
Mel: put your nose right here…and sniff. See? It still has that new car smell!
Amy: wait…but it's the couch…
Mel: point?
Amy: where did that come from? Your crazy dude (hits with frying pan)
Mel: (soft sound comes from fallen body) Soap suds soap suds lets wash our hands…soap suds soap suds lets wash our hands
Amy: shut up! I hate that song!
Mel: itsy bitsy teeny weeny bacteria go bye-bye!
Amy: (prepares to strike again but is stopped by Larry Boy.)
Larry Boy: I like that song. Let it play
After All
Well here we are again
I guess it must be fate
She looked at his hand, waiting patiently in the air. She turned her gaze to his eyes, and she blinked back the tears.
We've tried it on our own
"Jareth…" she whispered. He took a step closer and sat on the edge of her bed.
"Sarah," he started. "I looked at your novel through my crystal yesterday. You haven't written a page since I left." She gulped.
But deep inside we've known
"Y-yea, I know." They sat in silence, studying each other.
"Well…?" Jareth began. Sarah stayed silent. "What have you been doing?"
She looked around her room, eyes moving quickly. Her uneasiness worried Jareth.
"It wasn't writing your book that made you leave me, was it?" He asked.
She looked back at him slowly. She shook her head.
"No."
"What happened?" Jareth asked.
We'd be back to set things straight
She looked down and played with the edge of her blankets.
"It…you see…if you thought about, Jareth…" she looked up at him once again. "It really never crossed your mind?"
"I don't know. I haven't the slightest idea what I was supposed to realize."
Sarah took a deep breath.
"You're Fae, Jareth. I'm human." Jareth looked blankly at her.
"Of coarse Sarah. We both knew that from day one."
"No, I mean, think. You're how old?" He rose his eyebrows. "Exactly. Jareth, I'm not going to be around for more than eighty odd years. I've got around sixty years left, and I'm not going to look like this for most of them. I can't imagine how I'd feel if you stayed so beautiful while I aged so fast."
"Sarah, do you think I'd let that happen?" He asked as he took her hand.
"What could you do about it? It's how we are."
"Sarah, there's a loophole for everything."
"W-what do you mean?" Oh…
"With my magic, I can find a way." …my… "I won't just let you die an old human. I'll love you forever Sarah, and when I say forever, I mean it."
"God!" She felt relieved and horrible at the same moment. "Oh Jareth, I didn't know! I didn't know!" She fell onto her side, burying her face into her pillows as she cried. All I've done…all I've put him through…was for nothing. There wasn't a problem at all…ever…She gripped the pillow tighter, and she felt his hand on her shoulder. She shook her head.
"Mm-mm" she sobbed into the cushion. "Jareth," she started, muffled by the pillows, "I can't believe it. You must hate me…"
"No, of coarse not," he said, trying softly to roll her over. She turned onto her back, looking up at him as he leaned over her, a hand on the bed on each side of her.
"But…all that time you were in the dark…" she said looking up with big eyes. "you went through all that for nothing."
"It wasn't all for nothing," he smiled, "look what I got in the end." She smiled back. "It made me realize how much I really did need you. Not that I ever doubted it for a minute," he laughed. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
I still remember when
"I missed you," she said softly. "But I think that goes without saying."
Your kiss was so brand new
She brought her head up to meet his, and he leaned on his right arm as his left hand went to the back of her neck to hold her up.
Every memory repeats
Sarah remembered the first time she saw him. Scared and trembling she'd watched him enter her room to take Toby. The first time he swept her off her feet in the ballroom. Their first kiss after their first big fight.
Every step I take retreats
So much for pushing Jareth away, she thought with a laugh as she broke away for a breath.
Every journey always brings me back to you
"Well, can't say it's surprising," jeered a voice. "I figured you went back to her."
Jareth and Sarah turned their heads to see Marcan leaning against the closed door.
"You!" they shouted together as Sarah let go and landed with a soft thud on the bed. They looked at each other. "You know him? Yes," they said in unison.
"Oh I'm sorry," Marcan said, waving a hand in the air, "did I interrupt you?" His attempt at a concerned face didn't hide his smile. "Oops."
"Get out," hissed Jareth. "Now."
"Uh uh ah," Marcan said, shaking a finger. "You might not have noticed that we aren't in Kansas anymore. You aren't the King here." He smirked. "You have no power over me."
"And you might not have noticed that this happens to be my apartment," Sarah said, sliding out from underneath Jareth's raised arm to sit up, "now get out."
"Or what? You'll call the police? How frightening." he said slowly, slinking over to them.
"What do you want?" asked Jareth angrily.
"Why, another dance with Sarah. I so enjoyed the last one." Jareth looked at Sarah who gave him a 'not now' look.
"That was a dream." She said defensively, eyes flashing.
"Your point?" She opened her mouth, fumbling for words. What did he mean by your point? That was the point!
"Mmm," he hummed happily. "It doesn't mean it didn't happen."
"Yes it does," she said through clenched teeth. "It wasn't real."
"Wasn't it? It was a real dream, that's all that matters." He gave a triumphant smirk as she glared at him.
Jareth sat back on the bed beside Sarah, an arm going around her waist. Marcan eyed it with a grin.
"She's quite a girl, Jareth. A lovely prize. You must be proud you won her."
"I'm not something to be won." Sarah snapped. Marcan acted as if he hadn't heard her.
"Now, what will the Underground say?" he asked, his finger tapping his chin playfully. "The Goblin King did indeed go back to the human. I knew I was right."
Jareth seemed to slightly pale. He narrowed his eyes.
"They wouldn't believe you."
Sarah looked at Jareth with questioning eyes. Would if be that bad if they knew?
"And why not? The Kingdom loves a good scandal. Especially when it concerns you. They were buzzing when you went to retrieve a baby. For some reason you fell into a depression, then all of a sudden you're walking on clouds, only to dive right back down." He looked at Jareth with a raised eyebrow. "Taking care of your Kingdom never made you that emotional, as stressful as I'm sure it is, and you weren't seeing any Fae at the time. It had to be your favorite little human Sarah causing all the ups and downs." He looked them over. "How sweet it is." He said slowly.
Jareth wasn't sure how to respond. The urge to have a sword in hand was never stronger. His face was masked in a calm expression. He even gave a small smile.
"And why would you do that?" he asked.
"That is the question, isn't it?" he replied with a laugh. Jareth ignored it. "You know the Courts hate humans. They'd lose respect for you instantly, and with no heir, who would get your throne?"
"You forgot something, Marcan."
"And what would that be?"
"She can become Fae." Marcan looked concerned for a moment, but soon his features returned to their cool, confident state.
"If she lives long enough." His eyes glinted in the dim light of morning. Sarah's eyes opened wide in fear as Jareth moved his arm from behind her waist to lean on the mattress, his body protectively in front of her
"You touch her and you die," Jareth spat venomously. Sarah's eyes darted back and forth from Jareth to Marcan.
"Now, now Jareth. Think clearly. How would the Court handle that? Killing one human of the millions in the Aboveworld means nothing to them. But killing a Fae, however, would be most displeasing. There are so few of us left Jareth."
"Yes well I'm sure most won't miss you. Not when they learn you planned to kill the next Underground Queen." Sarahs mouth dropped as her eyes widened further.
Marcans eyes glimmered with excitement.
"Queen?" He asked. "Oh they'll love that."
"They'll have to. She'll be Fae by then." Sarah's brow furrowed. She still wasn't sure if he could do that.
"Sure sure, well if you'll excuse my, you'll want to be alone now," he said, forgetting his promise to kill Sarah to quickly get back and spread the new. He made to leave but with a quick move of his hand Jareth's power stopped him. Marcan looked angrily at him.
"Come on Jareth, they'll find out eventually," he laughed, trying again to leave. Jareth smirked at the power he had over him.
"They don't need to know she was human. And I doubt many will believe you if even if you try to tell them." He sat up again and placed his arm back around Sarah, who wrapped both of hers around him, resting her cheek on his shoulder.
Marcan slumped slightly.
"Get out," Jareth said looking away from Marcan to Sarah. He lowered his arm to hold Sarah, and his power no longer halted Marcan. But then Marcan decided he wouldn't leave just yet.
"No."
Jareth looked back as Marcan's arm rose, fire poker in hand. Jareth's eyes widened and he pulled Sarah onto him as the tip was thrust into the pillow she'd been leaning on.
Marcan swiftly pulled it out and tried again. Jareth shoved Sarah off the bed and quickly tumbled after her. He sprang up and immediately as a sword appeared in his hand.
"Attacking the King," he said roughly, getting his breath back from the fall. "Dangerous move, Marcan."
The weapons clashed together, both men desperately trying to slash the other. Sarah watched fearfully from the safety of behind the bed. Soon she couldn't take it and sunk down to the floor. The only sounds were the clangs of iron on steel. A loud yell pierced the air. Sarah slowly rose, heart beating wildly, afraid of what the silence meant. She looked cautiously over the bed. She shrieked.
"Oh my God-Jareth!"
Jareths eyes were wide with disbelief. Marcan stood triumphantly next to him as he stumbled to the closest dresser, laying a hand on the table top trying to steady himself, but still fell to the floor. Sarah was over the bed and at his side in an instant.
"It's poisonous to Faes," Marcan said with a grin. "Iron."
Sarah pulled Jareth into her lap, holding him the way Kyle had held her.
"I love you I love you I love you," she whispered over and over again. His lips moved as he tried to talk but she softly shushed him, holding him closer. She looked up to Marcan, eyes spilling tears.
After all the stops and starts
"How…could you?" She croaked. She jumped slightly as Jareths hand touched her cheek.
"It's amazing what one will do when they want to be king," said Marcan.
Sarah looked back at Jareth, staring up at her with loving eyes. She tilted her head awkwardly as she leaned forward and kissed him. A strange feeling flowed through her. She pulled back and looked down at Jareth. She was surprised to see him smiling.
"Send him away, Sarah." He whispered. She looked at him questioningly.
We keep coming back to these two hearts
"Trust me."
Marcan, who had been standing on the other side of the room, began to slowly make his way over. Sarah mimicked Jareth's earlier hand motion, and Marcan eyed her warily. Keeping her arm steadily in the air she concentrated as hard as she could, imaging a certain bog she wanted Marcan to visit.
Marcan raised the fire poker above Sarah. She closed her eyes and willed him away. She cringed, not believing he'd be gone and waited for the blow. But nothing happened.
She opened her eyes to see her empty room before her.
Jareth coughed, bringing Sarah's attention back to him.
"Oh God, Jareth, what do I do?" She looked where he'd been pierced, right below the heart. He'd lost a good deal of blood, and she knew the iron was poisoning him.
"…der…ground…" he whispered hoarsely.
Underground? She wondered. Take him Underground? Can I do that?
She held him closer as she closed her eyes, trying to picture Jareth's castle in her mind. The winding staircases, filthy goblin filled throne room, anything she could pull from her memories.
She took a deep breath and willed the two of them there. She jerked forward and let out a surprised gasp. They landed with a thud on the throne room's floor. Jareth's normally pale face was ghostly white, and a blue color began to creep up his arms.
Her eyes stayed closed as her harsh breathing continued. What now?
"Sarah?" asked a familiar voice. She stiffened. "Is that…you?"
"H-Hoggle?" She whispered. She slowly opened her eyes. Hoggle stood at the door, a puzzled expression on his wrinkled face. "Oh! Hoggle! Thank God! Please, get help! Jareth needs it now!" she yelled frantically.
Hoggles brow furrowed in thought.
"What?"
"Look at him!" she shrieked. Hoggle's eyes widened as he took the blood he hadn't noticed at first. It puddled on the floor beneath Sarah and slowly followed the cracks in the stone floor. He ran out the door, and within minutes a tall, handsome Fae appeared in front of Sarah and Jareth.
"What the hell happened!" he asked as he knelt beside him. In his hands materialized instruments Sarah had never seen before.
"Marcan…Jareth…we were in my apartment…" Sarah couldn't get a sentence out. "They…I mean-Marcan had a fire poker…I didn't know what to do-it was iron and-"
"What? Iron!" The doctor began to pale. "I have to take him somewhere else."
"Where?" But they were gone. Sarah sat alone on the cold stone floor.
"Sarah!" huffed Hoggle as he jogged into the room. "Where are they?" But all Sarah could do was cry.
Two angels who've been rescued from the fall
"Jareth," Sarah asked quietly as she slowly opened the door. "Are you awake?"
"Yes," he called from the bed. She closed the door behind her made her way over to him.
"Hey, hun," she said softly as she sat down on the bed beside him. "How're you feelin' today?"
"Horrible," he said with a smile.
"Wow, that good?" she asked with a laugh. "At least you look better." He raised an eyebrow.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He smirked as she rolled her eyes.
"Well, not that you weren't beautiful last week with your body almost completely drained of blood and blue arms," she smiled, "you look stunning this morning."
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Sarah spoke again.
And after all that we've been through
"They haven't found him yet," she said nervously, not sure if he'd be willing to talk about it. "Marcan."
"They won't." He said flatly. "No, he won't be back knowing the whole Underground is looking for him. I imagine he'll stay in the Aboveground where no one knows him." Jareth smiled. "He hates humans."
"Do all Fae?"
"Well, hate is a strong word. Dislike is more like it. But I don't know, they kinda grow on you." She laughed and playfully punched his arm.
"You'd better like them."
"Why? I don't know any." Sarah looked at him, puzzled.
"What do you mean you don't know any? I'm one."
"No you're not. Not anymore, anyway. Didn't you feel it?" Sarah's eyes opened. "Ah, there we go." Jareth said as he saw her reaction.
"So…that one time did it? Just like that? Poof-I'm Fae?"
"No," Jareth explained, "every time I kissed you, part of my power went into you." Sarah smirked.
"So it wasn't the average 'spark' you feel, huh?" She thought for a moment. "I thought it felt funny. Stronger."
"It wasn't all magic," he said with a grin. "But I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I forgot to ask you something. I just assumed your answer." Sarah had no idea what he was talking about.
"What?"
Jareth paused for a moment.
"Will you marry me?" he asked. Her hands flew to her open mouth. "I'd love to kneel," he joked, "but considering I can barely move my fingers…" his voice trailed off, knowing she didn't need any further explanation. He gave her a warm smile. "Be my Queen?"
It all comes down to me and you
"You can't honestly tell me you didn't see this coming," he laughed. Sarah smiled behind her hand. She nodded.
"Yes," she whispered. Her voice grew louder with her next. "Yes!"
She fell onto him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him hard.
"Wow," she started. "Queen." She paused. "Of the goblins. Hmmm…." Her smile weakened slightly.
"It's better than it sounds, trust me," Jareth laughed.
"Oh…it sounds…exciting?"
Jareth rolled his eyes.
"No one likes the title."
"Jareth?"
"Yeah?"
"When you're better, I want to take you somewhere."
"What? Where?"
"You'll see." She said
As she finished wiping the last of the tables she sat down. She began to wonder about the girl who used to come in every other day. She hadn't been in for almost three weeks now. She knew she shouldn't be worried. She didn't even really know the girl, and who knows, perhaps she found a new bar, but she was worried. A girl that depressed that long might…She shook her head. She didn't think she would.
A jingle from the bells over the door made her look up. Who'd come in this late? She gasped. In came that girl. She stood up as they walked over, the girl with a wide smile on her face.
"Hi," said Sarah cheerfully.
"H-Hello," replied the waitress. She instantly thought of the napkins the girl always left on the table as she eyed the man beside her. "Is that…Jareth?" she asked quietly.
"Yes it is," Sarah said smiling, taking Jareth's hand in hers. The waitress returned the smile.
"I like your outfit," she said with a smile to Jareth. He returned the smile but wasn't completely sure she hadn't been sarcastic. So many humans were.
"He's really…outta this world," Sarah said with a grin.
"I'm glad you found him. But does that mean you won't come in as often? You were my best customer," she said with a wink. Sarah laughed.
"I'll be in from time to time." She looked at Jareth before continuing. "I wanted to thank you for helping me out."
"What do you mean?"
Sarah's smile hide her smirk.
"I left one or two times without paying."
The waitress laughed and shook her head.
"Forget it."
Sarah sighed happily.
"Well," she started, "I guess we should get going. Thanks again." Sarah gave a small wave as they began to fade from view.
The waitresses mouth parted slightly in shock. She managed to wave weakly as she watched the two of them leave.
"Wow," she whispered. Once again she wiped the last table. "Wow."
Sarah and Jareth appeared slowly in his throne room. Sarah hugged him tightly.
I guess it's meant to be
"Thank you, Jareth. That was really important to me. Not many would have been that sympathetic and let me walk out without paying that often. At all, really."
Jareth smiled.
Forever you and me
"I love you Jareth."
"I love you too, Sarah."
After all
Mel: (gets all teary eyed) I love that song…(cant hold in tears-starts sobbing) all we need now is…I Got You Babe…
Amy: (rolls eyes) well that my friends…be the end.
Mel: end? NOOO! (starts crying harder) after all the hard work I put into it?
Amy: YOU! You didn't even read the first story! I had to force you to read this one!
Mel: I thought about reading the other one…and after all…it's the thought that counts!
Amy: well you still didn't write it! I did it all by my lonesome
Mel: I would've helped
Amy: you never did when I asked you
Mel: yes I did
Amy: when?
Mel: when you made that one guy to have the fire poker. Cuz it happened in that one book that I read
Amy: no. I had him have a sword but daddy said that they weren't iron and HE suggested the fire poker. So HA
Mel: what about the time I told you not to kill off Jareth
Amy: I never really seriously planned to kill him
Mel: well if you did I talked you out of it and that's all that matters.
Amy: (smiles and puts on song)
Mel: what be this?
CD Player: hey girl its me I just called to tell you hi. Call me when you get this. Haven't talked lately. So hard to find the time…I was thinking just today, about how we used to play-Barbie dolls and make up. Tea parties, dress up. I remembered how we'd fight-we'd makeup and laugh all night. Wish we were kids again. My sister, my friend
Mel: (smiles widely)
BIG HUG
Group hug with readers! Cmon you know u wanna! (HUG)
so anyway there it is. i know it was only three chapters but i have a great idea (great?) for another one and wanted to get started before i forget to much. it was actually a dream but oh well it works. i have a short story that wasnt a fanfic or anything. i dont have it typed all the way (wrote in notebook) would anyone be interested in reading it? Its called The Planet Mikage (does not include Ceres characters) The girl Ebony wonders if there is Earth and what it would be like. Mikage is a dying planet, few animals and plants, and she cant imagine how rich someone would have to be to have a garden. Of course, theres a little love story stuck in there well let me know. lol itd be good for Earth Day-appreciating our world.
I would like to congradulate ItsACrystalNothingMore for finding the stupid joke i had you look for in chapter one. Talking to yourself is a bad sign, Kyle said to himself. Geddit? haha...yea i know not halarious
thank you for the reveiws
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