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Falling --COMPLETED	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 10231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, don't make any money, this is a work of fanfiction.

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"Toby?"
Usually he responded to his name when she spoke to him. Even as far gone as he had been for so long, he always looked at her or gave her some minimum physical acknowledgement. This complete lack of a reaction, it was … unnerving.
"Hey, Tobes." Sarah stepped closer, until she almost broke into his tight circular path. "Hey, kiddo, it's me, Sarah," she said in a soothing voice, head and body tilted to one side as she tried to peer at his down-turned face. His shaggy hair interrupted her line-of-sight, however, and all she caught was the outline of his clenched jaw as he swept past her. And a whiff of body odor, which was saying something since the whole room reeked of unwashed teenaged boy.
She and Doc did their best to keep him clean; some days were easier than others. A mean enough task when the most you could expect was Toby not fighting. But the older he got the tougher it became. He was stronger, due to his lack of conscious restraint, and more inclined to resist their effects to engage him. He only ate once his hunger overcame his shattered mind, so they left food for him every day and hoped he consumed enough on his own. The lankiness of his body often worried Sarah. Was he getting enough nutrition? Not that any of them were eating particularly healthy anymore.
But she didn't care about anyone else, only Toby. Even her own health was irrelevant as long as Toby survived. Only Toby mattered. She'd beaten the Labyrinth to save him, defeated the Goblin King, then his vengeful wrath.
As if that weren't challenge enough, she'd gone on to face the entire world as a teen mother after their parents' death. She'd dealt with everything The Shove threw at her for months with only a few of her dying Labyrinth friends to help, and then not even them for a long time. She wandered the growing wastelands of America for weeks, discovering her unique talent for reviving mechanical things while caring for a growing Toby.
She learned how to avoid trouble, how to hide and how to scrounge. She also learned how to fight back; she had the scars to prove it. America wasn't the land of milk and honey anymore. It was the land of shattered dreams and wishes, violence and death, and an unarmed female's innocence didn't last long when the Vultures found her and her baby brother huddled in an abandoned warehouse.
They'd barely escaped with their lives that night.
The Vultures hadn't left with theirs, not completely.
That was the first time she'd discovered her other talent, the one she kept hidden from everyone, even Sam. She could do more than just fix things, she could un-fix them. Suck the rational thought right out of a person's brain, turning them into an Empty.
She'd never been more scared in her life; that's what triggered it. The Vultures, three of them, surprised her in the middle of the night. She woke up with one restraining her arms over her head and another ripping her clothes off, his weight holding her down. Somewhere in the darkness, Toby cried. Everything happened so fast…
…"Sawah!"
"Toby!"
"Shut up, little girl." The one on top slaps her hard enough to split her lip. Both her face and mouth sting and she can't keep a choking sob from escaping. "That's right," the man writhes his half naked body against hers as he yanks her jeans down to match his, "I like it when they cry."
"Yeah," his accomplice at her head agrees, "cryin' makes it more fun"
"Please … p-please don't…" Frantic, she tries to kick him off, tries to wiggle her arms free, but they're holding her too tightly, cutting off her circulation. All she manages is to wretch her joints sharply through the singing numbness.
"Beggin' works too." The man over her grins just before he shoves her legs apart and up, spreading her open while keeping his weight on her folded legs, thereby stealing her leverage.
"Don't … d-don't…" Hitching breaths interrupt her sobs. His weight compresses her ribcage, makes breathing difficult. She refuses to think about what's about to happen, focuses on Toby's wailing instead. Her two-year- old brother continues to call her name in the dark, hope bright in his voice.
"Don't stop?" he asks. "Is that what you're trying' to say, sweetheart?" He leans in farther, lining himself up with her entrance. Sarah feels the burning stretch as his cock pushes inwards. "Don't worry; I won't." The first scream tangles in her throat as the man forces his way into her unprepared, virgin body. A fact he quickly realizes with a deep grunt and a stream of ranting. "Fuck, you're tight, a fuckin' virgin, sonna-a-bitch … so fuckin' good!"
With each pounding of his suffocating weight, she feels her shredding, bleeding tissues rapidly become the lubricate he needs to push his cock deeper inside. Sarah did scream then. Craning her face as far as possible from his hovering, rutting stench, she screams until they echo in the warehouse, drowning out her brother's cries.
He finishes quickly, crowing over her like the Vulture he is. Taking and tearing, leaving only bloody carcasses behind. By the time his friends start their turns, Sarah's conscious mind separates and she no longer understands what she's doing— only that she wants the pain to stop.
Their attack unleashes something within her; unlocks a door she didn't know existed. She discovers a glowing thread, pulsing in her mind. She uses the thread's power to suck them dry, places a hand on each of their foreheads, knots the thread to their consciousness and pulls their minds apart…
…abandons them as blithering husks on the dingy floor of the warehouse…
She still has no memory of locating Toby or leaving the warehouse. Sam found them wandering in the No-Where a few days later, both dehydrated and near death.
Toby never acted normal again. Sam made assumptions about Toby. Sarah never explained but the question always haunted her.
Did I cause it? Did I destroy my brother?
And now the Goblin King blamed her for The Shove.
Falling to her knees, Sarah allowed Toby to pace around her as she cried softly.
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Jareth inspected the small quarters, holding back a rude groan. Sam had escorted him to the room with the intention of making him feel welcome; that was short-lived when Jareth saw their destination. He, the King of the Goblins, Keeper of the Bridge, and Royal Heir to the High Throne was being offered a broken down looking military cot in a four-by-six concrete cell.
"I know it ain't much," Sam said as he leaned on the wall next the doorway. "But space is a premium 'round here."
"Indeed," Jareth replied drily, hardly keeping his lips from turning downward.
"The public bathroom is down the hall," Jareth's abrupt spin of his head and arch of one brow prompted Sam to add, "I know you're probably used to privacy—"
"You assume correctly."
"But this is the best we got."
"I see…"
"We're lucky to have running water."
"Of course..."
"Look," Sam rubbed one eye and sighed, "if what you say 'bout the rock is true and the situation is hopeless, then I got no reason to fight with Fixer over keeping you here."
"But?"
"But on the off chance that you're wrong, that you can still fix this; I want you nearby and safe. And I don't care what Fixer says 'bout it."
Nodding, Jareth considered Sam's logic. "You seem a reasonable man, but I cannot promise you a resolution." He refrained from telling Sam about his shortened life span. Jareth figured that would sort itself out soon enough.
"That's fair, but what you don't seem to understand is that you're the only bit of hope, besides Fixer, I've ever come across since this God-awful mess happened. And I'm not about to let either of you run the other off until we figure this out."
"You believe a solution remains?" Jareth shifted one shoulder to the opposite wall and crossed his arms, relaxing in sudden thought.
Sam let out a short laugh. "I didn't get to be the man in charge 'round here by preaching doom and gloom. Something brought you here besides that damned rock and something made Fixer the way she is for a reason."
"You believe in Fate, then? An interesting perspective for a practical man."
Sam leaned in as he said clearly, "I don't believe in coincidences. Not big ones … and you," he pointed a finger, "showing up is huge."
"Hmm … I can agree with that. But it still does nothing for our circumstances."
"What'da ya mean?" They stared at one another for several seconds, studying. "Oh shit," Sam said. "You don't know what the hell to do next, do ya?"
"I wouldn't say it quite like that…"
"Oh really?" Sam pushed off the wall and glared. "Then how would you say it?"
"If what you assume is true, this is merely a detour in my journey." Jareth flourished one hand, frowned at it when he realized no crystal materialized then dropped his arm and continued, "I will form my next plan of attack then—"
"Oh cut the crap, Jareth! I'm ex-military and I've heard or said every line a commander can spew to his troops."
"Well … I…" Jareth blinked rapidly, unused to be addressed by anyone in this manner. Even Sarah's disrespect had never struck him so bluntly. Actually, now that he thought about it, her disrespect tended towards coy, at least it used to before she became so hardened. Sam's was positively gruff.
It's how a real man talks to another man, his father's voice chimed in, no matter who he is or where he's from. This Sam is a true leader, Jareth. Don't twist words with him.
Reluctantly, Jareth comprehended the truth of his father's advice. Sam would always see through him. The politics of the Underground would not serve him well with this human man. Visibly cratering, Jareth's chin sank. "You're correct. I have no idea of what to do."
"Well that's just fucking wonderful!" Sam stomped partially down the narrow hallway and back. "That was your big plan? Stumble in here and attack Fixer?"
"If I could've finished my tale, you'd know I HAD NO PLAN!" Jareth lunged forward, one arm threatening.
"WHAT?"
"I did not choose this! I am as much of a victim of this Shove as you!" Jareth pointed a returning finger at Sam, his entire body quivering with fresh anger. How dare this human bark at him!
Sam's lips blanched as he pinched them, then he deflated suddenly, shoulders slumping. "Then we really are up shit creek."
Jareth relaxed his stance and said in a softer voice, almost comforting, "Perhaps not, Sam." The other man's eyes jerked up, questioning. "You've brought possibilities to my mind I hadn't considered. Perhaps there really is no such thing as coincidence, not in a matter of such importance."
"What're you thinking?" Sam asked, moving closer, his face alight with extreme interest.
"I'm not entirely certain yet. However, if Sarah truly is the Nexus, then whatever needs be done must concern her as well as myself."
"Oh boy, she is not going to like this."
"On this point at least, we concur."
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