Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth nor any of the wonderful beings and places therein. Unfortunately, it would seem that they own me… eep! Wait, maybe that's a good thing...
A/N: Hello all! Guess what happens when wishes go wrong? Well, this does. See, I am addicted to writing actual plot - if you've ever read my other fics, you know what I mean... even my attempt at slapstick came out with a huge ol' plot line - and I wanted to terribly write a random fic with no potential plot line, other than ideas... yeah. So here we are. This isn't my usual stuff, but it's very fluffy and loads of fun, or at least to me it is... hee...
Okay, back to my point. I recently got into Labyrinth (can you believe I NEVER saw it as a child? What a tragedy!) and just recently saw it, only to gain a great addiction to one said Goblin King... and here is a little of the result.
BTW - to all the Sarah fans out there, so sorry chums. It ain't happenin'. SHE HAD HER CHANCE! NOW IT'S MY TURN! MUAHAHAHAHA! (ahem) Anyway, enjoy!
Staring at a computer screen is not fun. Well, I suppose it can be, but when you do it all day long, no, it is not very fun. You get this glazed look on your face, and your eyes kinda burn after awhile.
I looked away from the accursed screen and stared out the window of my office. Today, not too many people were in – a couple of people were in training classes and another had a doctor's appointment – and so, all in all, the office was very quiet and it made me sleepy.
Eh, back to the drawing board. I went back to my work… but quickly saw that I'd finished the stack I was working on and needed to print out more vouchers.
Uh, what do I do? I work in the Financial department of a College. I'll be nice, and not say which one. Anyhoo, I process financial aid vouchers that are received via email.
So, I went back to that special inbox for the vouchers, and printed out the remainder – since they hired two more people to do the same thing that I do, it's been slow in the office, and we've been able to keep up with the workload (was it only a few months ago that I, all alone, had been backed up to almost 700 emails?). But there were five new ones. I flagged them blue (my color for the inbox) and printed them out.
With a sigh, and a silent wish for a little excitement in this dull day, I made my way over to the printer. See, my team works in a relatively private part of the building. We almost have a whole room with these lovely bright windows all to our selves… a few people pass through our area to get to other rooms, but for the most part, we're solitary. My whole team, except my manager, work in short cubicles… that means our desks are divided by walls, but the walls only go about 15 inches over the desk level, so we can all see each other. We have two printers, one close and in the middle of our small cubes, only a few feet from where I sit, and the other is over farther away, by the door.
I like the far printer. For one, I get more exercise traveling to that one, but also there is a line of empty tall cubicles, that reach way over my head, between where my team sits and the printer. My manager has one, but it's on theside thatfaces my team. So, when I go over there, I have a moment to myself… and those cubes are empty, so I can hide in one when I need too…
…not that I need to hide at work, but don't you ever have those days when you want to be alone, even if only for five minutes?
So I passed the small cubes, and moved on past the big ones, and there's the printer on a counter top, just to the right of the door.
Someone else had printed something off. Dang it.
"Great," I muttered, taking the stack of papers from the printer, "Now I need to sift through these for mine…"
But, as I started to sit them out on the counter, someone grabbed me from behind, whirling me around – and, I might add, scaring the crap out of me.
He was wearing his formal outfit – the one that drives me mental, it's so refined– and his hair had streaks of blue in it… oh, so hot! His mismatched eyes, while they had startled me, sparkled at me, filled with mischief.
"Jareth!" I hissed at him, "What are you doing-"
He touched a gloved finger to his lips, indicating that I should be quiet.
I was quiet. But… still… "I told you… what if someone sees you…"
He raised a haughty eyebrow at me, then whispered, "Coward." I glared at him – and he grinned back. Urgh, he was so infuriating sometimes!
But before I could really start to argue with him, he took me in his arms and started waltzing with me… huh? What was he… thinking?
"What in heavens name are you doing?" I whispered to him. "You shouldn't be here, at my work, where anyone could come in and see you. And what's with the dancing?" I mean, there wasn't much room back there to waltz. We'd almost hit the counter, a metal filing cabinet (empty, but would ring out loudly if bumped), a cube wall and a cork board.
He spun me dreamily, his face still very haughty and aloof, moved so his mouth was just next to my ear and said softly, his gorgeous accent clouding my senses, "I'm giving you a little excitement in your dull day," his voice sent chills down my spine.
And with that, he twirled me into the farthest tall cube. Technically, it's in the corner, farthest from the printer, the small cubes, and even the door. No one goes in there, except me when I'm hiding… problem is, there isn't room in it for me to 'waltz', either.
I was all ready to smack into the empty desktop, but I blinked and staggered instead. The cube was gone, and we were in a ballroom. It seemed impossible, as the ballroom stretched out so far... technically past where me and my team's cubes were. I looked back as Jareth entered and I could still see my office… but, hey,now there was room to waltz.
He can also be really romantic sometimes. Magic so rules.
Quickly, he took me in his arms and we began waltzing around the floor, neither saying anything, but instead just watching each other and listening to the tinkling music in the room. I was still in my work clothes, so I'm sure we looked crazy together, but I suppose it didn't matter, as it was just us.
I love dancing… with him… see, I can't dance worth a squat, but Jareth is fabulous! He is so good, he makes me look good. So we waltzed quickly around the room, he dipped me a few times, spun me out, pulled me back in so that my back was against his chest… I could smell him... man, he smells good...
He wrapped his arms around me, breaking the waltz, hugging me tenderly from behind for just a moment (which was a little awkward, since he was a good six inches taller than me, and therefore had to watch where his hands went… hee…), before he quickly turned me around – or had he come around to the other side of me? I couldn't tell – and took my face in both his hands and kissed me soundly…
Oh heavens…
Weeee! I wanted to giggle and squeal – but doing so would mean I'd have to break that kiss. It was like flying!
I gasped and pulled back, hearing him laugh deviously…
And he was gone! I stood in the back cube, all evidences of any kind of ballroom gone, slightly breathless and hearing his laughter fading away in my ears.
Oh, he could still be infuriating at times! Friggin Goblin King! I'd so have to deal with him when I got off work…
I peeked around the corner to see if anyone was at the printer (no one was) before going back to my papers…
As crazy and haughty and infuriating and snobbish and mischievous and frustrating as Jareth may be, he did have a heart. He'd sorted out my papers for me.
I put the ones that weren't mine back on the printer, ran a hand through my hair to make sure it wasn't mussed, and skipped back to my desk, feeling much better and grinning like an idiot.
A/N: Well, wouldn't you grin after dancing with Jareth? And being kissed by him... (squeals hysterically) Okay, I'm fine... I'm fine... Please review!
Wonder where my Goblin King will pop up next? Me too... Hm, I should probably post about how this all started, too... I'll get around to that here, soon. I swear. REVIEW!