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From Darkness Into Light	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 5084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tommy awoke early in the morning feeling very odd. He was nauseated and lightheaded. His body was cramping and as usual his head hurt. It was barely past dawn.
He got up and was dizzy, so he sat back down. "Sarah...Sarah wake up..I don't feel well."
She sat up when she heard her name and then was instantly wide awake once more when he said he was sick.
"Can you help me to the bathroom? I'm going to throw up again..oh damn.." He tried to stand again, swaying.
She got up and helped him, holding his hair back as he retched.
"What is wrong with me?" He said in between heaving.
"I'm not all that experienced with this, but my best guess is you having some sort of withdrawal. Either that or you are pregnant." She gave him a half smile as he gave her an incredulous look. Okay maybe humor wasn't the best medicine right now.
She looked at the clock in the other room. "It's been over a day since you had anything. It's possible. I thought it took longer."
Once he was done she helped him crawl back into bed. He was asleep almost instantly. His body worn out.
She grabbed a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt and took a shower herself.
After she showered and checked on Tommy again, she called Wendy and asked her to bring her some clothes. She gave Wendy a list of a few things to get from the local health store. Nothing spectacular, only over the counter things, but maybe she could help him with the nausea and pain somewhat.
Wendy showed up an hour or so later with a bag of supplies and a duffel bag with clothes in it. "Are you sure you can do this Sar? Getting someone through withdrawals? He needs rehab."
In theory Sarah agreed but there were other factors to consider here. "Wendy how is that going to work? I'm going to have to do it myself. What happens if he "Jareths" out and hurts someone? All powerful magical being mad because he doesn't know what the hell is wrong with him or who anyone around him is or what they are doing to him? Not a good idea."
She continued in an adamant tone. "No, I will do this. I will help him. Maybe when he get's all this crap out of his system we can figure out how to get him back where he belongs."
"Alright. But promise you will be careful, and call me if you need me." Wendy said.
Sarah hugged her suddenly. "I will..and if..if somehow I don't see you again, thanks for being my friend."
Sarah didn't know what was going to happen. If he suddenly got his memory back and then he might whisk her away or they could both be sucked back to his kingdom. She just didn't know.
Wendy looked like she would cry, but Sarah glared at her. "NO Tears. Just..I promise I'll call you and keep you updated okay?"
After her friend left she got the supplies she asked for out and set them on the counter. Medicine for nausea and pain, and to keep him relaxed and help him sleep as much as possible. Nothing chemical, all herbals. Kudzu, St. John's Wort, vitamin C, Ginger, ginseng, willow bark, and anything else she could think of offhand. Her grandmother had been into herbal medicine big time and Sarah sent her a silent thanks for passing some of that knowledge down to her.
She went back into the bedroom, noticing she was going to have to change the sheets. It was going to be a long few days.
Sarah spent the next couple of days constantly poking something down his throat and making him drink as much water and/or soup as he could handle and sometimes a nasty tasting tea. Sometimes he threw up and sometimes he didn't. It was all a daze to him. He slept through most of it.
When he finally came to with a semi clear head, it was evening and Sarah was passed out next to him.
He saw a bunch of bottles on the nightstand and picked them up. Herbs, different kinds of herbs.
He wasn't even sure what day it was. He knew he needed a fucking drink. bad. His body ached for it.
He got up, finding he was finally not dizzy. He managed to shower and noticed several days stubble on his face. Ugh. It itched. He hands were shaking again, so he forwent the shave anyway.
He got dressed and went and sat in the living room, turning on the tv and staring at it unseeing.
Sarah appeared in the doorway. "Tommy? How are you?"
"Feel like crap. But functioning crap." He answered in a cross tone. "I probably lost my damn job."
Sarah shook her head. "No. I called your manager. I found the number by your phone. I told her you had one of those horrid cases of the flu and it might be a week or two. She sends her sympathies."
He gave her a cold look. "How the hell am I going to pay my rent Sarah?"
She went and sat down next to him. "I have savings. We will work out something. I think you might want to look for a different job anyway. Being around alcohol isn't going to be easy."
He turned to her, angry. "You have no right woman. No fucking right to tell me how to live. If I want to ingest every pill in this city and drink every bottle of gin I can find, it is none of your fucking business. I will be fine. I will keep my job."
Sarah was taken aback by his anger. She should have expected it but it hurt anyway. "Damn it Jareth, don't talk to me that way! I helped you, I saved you, and you said you loved me! You know I love you!"
He shoved her away from him. "Once and for all, I'm not your bloody fantasy boy Jareth!"
He stood and stomped across the room, then turned to look at her. The hurt in her eyes sliced through his heart, but he couldn't stop himself. "You don't love me anyway, you love the idea I'm some fucking king you worshipped when you were a teenager! Someone who isn't even real! I'm Tommy bloody Jones! Get that through your insane head woman!"
He dug around in his kitchen looking for something, anything. He need a drink. Now.
"Fuck!" He said. slamming a cabinet door so hard it cracked. He picked up a glass and threw it against the wall, shattering it.
Then he remembered something, and made a dash for the bedroom. He looked around until he spotted it. The half bottle sitting on the other side of his dresser, forgotten.
Sarah had followed him and saw him pick up the bottle. "Tommy don't! Don't do that because of me..please!"
He opened it, taking in the scent of the liquor.
He turned and gave her a vicious smile then tipped it toward his lips, all the time watching her.
She made a move to grab it as he felt the whiskey spill over his lips and slide down his throat.
She tried to jerk it away but he put a hand out and shoved her hard, so hard she fell on the ground.
As her ass hit the floor tears came to her eyes. Sarah looked up as he lowered the bottle and looked down at her. She wasn't particularly hurt, at least not physically but her pride and resolve was wounded.
Tommy, hadn't meant to shove her so hard. He saw her on the floor looking up at him, stunned, hurt, betrayed, and his heart fell.
He threw the bottle aside and crouched down.
"Sarah..oh God I..I didn't mean to..I'm sorry are you alright.."
She shoved him back until he was on his rear end too.
"HOW DARE YOU! She screamed. "After..after everything I've done, this is what you do?! You call me names, shove me around, treat me like I'm nothing!"
She got up and dug around for some clothes. He made a grab for her but she dodged him and ran to the bathroom and locking herself in.

She was panting and crying staring at herself in the cracked mirror.
"What perfect metaphor. I am cracked. Cracked to try this. I can't do it anymore. I've done the best I could."
She pulled on her clothes and splashed water on her face. When she opened the door he was sitting on a chair waiting for her.
"Sarah..I didn't mean.." He started.
"You know what Tommy, or Jareth, whatever or whoever you are..Fuck all of this. Fine fucking kill yourself. Die here and never look back. Let down everyone who is counting on you. I realize this is probably at least half my fault. When I defeated you how was I supposed to know this would happen? That you would end up some pathetic human shell poisoning yourself with pills and booze? I was just a kid! Look!" She shoved the ring on it's chain into his face. "This is mine.. here I'll show you."
She dug out a the picture of when her mother gave it to her from the duffel bag. She had had Wendy get it out of her box of photos to show him.
She handed the picture to him, teenage Sarah holding her hand out standing by her mother showing off her birthday present.
"That was day my mother gave it to me. My 15th birthday. It's a real ruby you know. I traded it to The Wise Man in YOUR Labyrinth for advice..and you know what? He was right. The way forward might be the way back. I'm going home. You know where I'll be."
He took the picture and started at it. It surely looked like the ring.
"Sarah please don't.." He turned to ask her to stay, but the door slammed shut. Sarah was gone.

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Sarah practically stomped all the way home. It was early evening. When she made it into her own apartment and slammed the door behind her. Wendy was reading. She got up and crossed the room to take her into a hug, once she saw Sarah's face.
Sarah told her what had occurred. Wendy lent a sympathetic ear and got them both a big dish of ice cream to drown Sarah's sorrows in.
"So..what are you going to do Sarah?" Wendy asked after they were all talked out.
Sarah sat up and rubbed her tired face. "I'm going back. I just needed to regroup."
This surprised Wendy. "Tonight? It's after 11pm Sarah. Why don't you wait until morning."
Sarah sniffed. "I'll be fine. I'm going to get a few more clothes before I go."
Sarah went and gathered up a few things she needed. Giving Wendy another hug, she left to face the situation.
Even though she told him off and he told her off, she still felt the desire to help him.
Not just to help him, but desire to be with him, her inner voice reminded her.
As she walked back she talked out loud. "Damn it Tommy, or Jareth..I'm not letting you go this easy. I made a promise and I'm keeping it. I'm going to save your glittery stubborn ass in spite of yourself."
She got close to Tommy's building and she thought she heard his voice in the alley next to it.
She took a few step into the alley and listened.
"Look, I know I'm short on the cash, but I've always had it before. You know I'm good for it." Tommy was saying.
"Hey English, I like you, you've been a good customer. But I don't do pills on credit. Fuckers are pricey and not easy to steal. Need to be comped for my trouble."
Sarah approached then. She walked up to Tommy and took the pills out of his hand and threw them down. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"Hey bitch! That's my merch! You gonna pay for those!" The other man said. She turned and say a man in a dark jacket with the hood pulled over his face.
"Take your crap and go. Tommy is no longer interested." She said through gritted teeth.
Tommy could see the murderous look in the dealer's eyes. These were not people to trifle with. "Please, she didn't mean to she is just mad at me right now." Tommy said. He was suddenly very afraid for their safety.
"No I'm not going to pay for that. Fuck you! Selling this poison!" She screamed at the man. She was livid. After all these days trying get that poison of of him, he was just going to start all over again?
"Bitch you fucking better pay for it. Or I'll take it another way." He said, leering at her.
No!" Tommy said. "Please she is upset, I'll pay for it all I swear..."
The dealer started cursing loudly. He made a grab at Sarah and she pushed him back. Tommy tried to get between them.
"Pay for it now. I don't give a shit who pays for it. " The dealer growled, and pulled out a gun.
"No!" Tommy went to knock the gun out of his hand, the dealer pushed him and he fell.
The hooded man pointed the gun at him. "Fine have it your way. I liked you English, but can let no one pull one over on me bad for the rep. Stand up."
Tommy did so, his hands up. "Please..let her go..she was just trying to help me."
The thug's hand twitched. "Got no choice. Over there next to him, bitch." He gestured with the gun at Sarah, who complied and moved close to Tommy.
He pointed the gun and started to pull the trigger. "NO!" Sarah cried and threw herself into Tommy to push him out of the way as the gun went off twice.
Tommy heard footsteps running away as he lay on his side, with Sarah draped over him.
"Damn Sarah, you scared the bloody hell out of me. He almost killed us both." He said attempting to sit up.
Sarah didn't move.
"Sarah...?" He said, a ball of fear growing in his stomach.
He rolled so he could turn her over in his lap. When he took his hand away from her middle, it was covered in blood.
"Oh god..oh god..Sarah..please.." He felt for a heartbeat. It was there, erratic, but there. "Sarah.. wake up..okay? Sarah?"
She stirred a little on his lap, her eyes fluttering open. She gasped for breath and moaned. "Tommy..oh damn it hurts...you have to.." She stopped talking trying to breath through the pain in her belly.
"What? I need to get you to a hospital!" He said, trying to pick her up.
"The crystal in my purse." She panted in between sentences. "Call Mila.."
Tommy grabbed her purse off the ground and found the crystal. "What do I do?"
"Just talk into it..say...Mila..I need you.." Sarah gasped again..and passed out.
He picked it up and looked at it. He could not wait any longer and put it too his lips against his better judgement. He need to get her to a hospital and he was screwing around with this fairy tale crap. Fuck! "Mila, I need you. Sarah needs you."
There was a rush of wind and suddenly a warm hand was on his shoulder and another was reaching for Sarah.
"What has happened?!" The woman asked him. She laid her hand on Sarah's head. Her face fell. This was not good.
"She tried to.." He felt sobs welling up, and escaping. "She tried to help me... and I shoved her away. Oh Sarah...don't die...I love you you crazy brave girl!" He sobbed into her neck.
He looked up at the blonde woman. "Can you help her?"
She frowned. "I can put her in stasis temporarily, but it will only delay the inevitable. You can save her Jareth. You can heal her. You have that power."
"I don't! I can't! I'm not Jareth!" He cried. He caressed Sarah's face, begged her to stay with him. Her body limp against him, blood covering his hands.
"Yes you are. I have had enough of this. Baelic come please." Suddenly there was another man there. "Take her to the royal chambers. I have placed a stasis spell on her."
Tommy refused to relinquish her. "No...don't take her away." He whined. The hopeless sound in his own voice making him cringe.
Mila knelt down again. "Jareth, I must take her to The Goblin Castle for her to be safe and for the spell to stick. You will be coming too."
The other man took Sarah out of his arms and picked her up carefully. Then he was just gone. Jareth gaped at the spot where he had been.
Mila pulled her son up off the ground. He was covered in Sarah's blood. "Jareth if you want to save her you will come. There is no choice any longer. We have to do this a different way now. There is no longer the luxury of time." She held out her hand. He reluctantly took it.
As they disappeared the sirens started to get closer to the alley.
A neighbor had reported gunshots, but the police found nothing but a small pool of blood. They took evidence and left. There was nothing more to do. There was no one there.
Here we go! Unto the breach!
Yes I did the research on the herbs, if anyone wonders.
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