A/n: Labyrinth… my not so secret love… this is set immediately after the movie.
Disclaimer: I own everything. This is all me.
Chapter 1. Same morning, not the same feeling...
The heat of the morning woke Sarah up. It was a particularly peaceful moment. She turned her head just slightly to the window next to her bed and listened to the birds cheerfully greeting morning before slowly opening her eyes.
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Goblin chatter woke Jareth from and uneasy rest-- if rest was the proper word for what he just had.
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Smiling, Sarah tugged her off her blankets and stretched in the sunlight. Blinking away her tiredness she leisurely slid from her warm sheets. It was so bright out, and such a beautiful morning she quickly noted. A perfect day for lazing around with a baby, perhaps bring him out to play in the sun...
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How he detested mornings! Jareth was going to make every one of those goblins sleep outside if that's what it took to get some sleep himself.
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It took no time at all for her to get ready. Her closet creaked in protest of being moved and she had to kick away various sweaters that fell on her toes when she opened it. Today she planned to do nothing more than dote on her baby brother. After last night she was considering doing nothing but that for a few months…perhaps a few years…
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Jareth wrapped a pillow around his ears cringing. Not today. There wasn't enough in him to get up today. With a flick of his wrist it became quiet. And of course it would, as it always did, when he sent two or three noisy Goblins to the bog. The rest then commenced his favorite reaction 'the silent panic'. He knew they would be in agony unsure of how to behave in order to avoid his wrath. And that was just fantastic with him, if he wasn't happy they couldn't be either—damnnit.
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Having decided on a light skirt and a slip-shoulder black cotton blouse, she wasted no time getting ready. Sarah tied her hair up is a messy half bun and finished her morning toiletries with a confident flow of someone who had taken charge of her life.
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Someone else can have his life. A broken heart feels a bit like a hangover.
Quadrupled.
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After quietly entering Toby's room Sarah stared at the still sleeping infant. She could hardly believe ten hours ago she was fighting to have him back. It felt like a dream…
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Please let it be a dream! Please let it be a dream! She didn't win! She didn't beat his Labyrinth. She didn't rejec—
Reject—
Reject
"Me."
But she did. Otherwise he would've woken up to her sleeping face…just like a dream.
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His hair was so light. Like the shade of creamy butter… Light hearted-ness forgotten she remembered who else had hair that color, maybe just a little bit lighter. Overwhelmed by some unexplainable feeling -was it regret? She thought maybe she didn't want to know the answer- but she had to look away from her half brother and regain herself.
It was over. She'd won. She said it over and over in her head and each time it didn't get any truer. The baby was asleep and unharmed. No huge maze, no goblins, no handsome Goblin Ki--, no goblins… nothing out of the ordinary.
But still….
" Toby. I don't know if you'll even remember what happened last night. I know I'll never forget and I'm so, so sorry…" She choked on the power of her words and softened her voice to a whisper. "I love you. I'll never let you go again. I swear it."
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He watched her speak those words to baby Jareth and felt a distinct tug at his throat. "Sarah," He spoke into the crystal "I too love you and…"
Will he? Should he give up? The danged girl called upon him and then booted him away again and he felt understandably outraged…but... "I don't think you know what you want girl. BUT- I know I'll never let you go again…"
No one chews him up and spits him out again, not even if she's as perfect a creature as his Sarah. He felt the depression curl up in him and whither out and die as if it never was. A new emotion came to him, a sort of excited determination.
"…ever again. I swear it, Sarah."
And what's said is said…
Tomorrow he would wake up to her face.
That is- if he ever managed to get that sleep. Having concluded their king was no longer sending them to the bog the goblins decided it was the perfect time to practice again with their pots and pans orchestra.
A/n: blah-shananna chapter one. Next up: Black mail by a little white mail