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Worlds Of War	By : Lasski Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 16038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: this is not me starting to update my stories again. This is just a chapter that sort of spilled out after a long period away.

Chapter 13 Nexus – Defined as a bond, link, connection…

                The next time Sarah woke, it was to the wonderful feeling of being warm and comfortable; that alone instantly tipped her off that something was out of the ordinary. As she quickly assessed her situation she almost wept for two entirely different reasons. The first was for joy as the awful ache of her tailbone had miraculously disappeared from her tumble down into the sewers a few days ago. Usually it would have taken another week before the twinge of pain would disappear. The second reason was for the position she was in.

                She could feel his body behind her. Feel the heat and smooth skin of him wrapped around her back. Trying not to move in case she woke him up – she was not ready to face him yet - she quickly assessed her body. It didn’t seem to feel sore like she though it might be, rather she felt light as if she would float out of her body and up into the air. Certainly her mind seemed to be floating in another reality.

                Her skin flinched when a hand slid up over her bare hip and slid strong and sure towards her stomach.

                Sarah flew from cold assessment to red hot fury in a nanosecond. She leaped out of the bed, mindless of her naked state in her rage. The man was such as bastard. So much of one she couldn’t even pinpoint a single thing that directed pissed her off. It was the whole situation. She felt helpless and she hated it. Her tongue blurted out the first thing that it landed on. "You have no power over me."

                Jareth smirked before throwing his head back and laughed. A deep, full throated laugh. His hair was a tangled mess, his eyes were bright with refreshing sleep and his features relaxed like a cat; like a big black panther lazing in the sun. The woman in Sarah couldn’t deny that he was sexy first thing in the morning.

                "My love, don't you think it's a bit late for those words" he mocked. And if she hadn't got it the first time he pointedly looked her body.

                Sarah blushed, a red shade that spread over her neck and down towards her breasts, highlighting the rounded features. "I hate you" she spat, lacking for anything better to say and desperately looked around for something to cover herself up, to stop Jareth looking at her. Even her own eyes saw the dried semen on her thighs, and the lightest tinge of pink from her final innocence.

                Jareth's eyes darkened when she blushed, his eyes dropping to look her at chest and the mockery in his voice thickened his accent. "No power, sweet Sarah? Really..." He drew the last word out.

                The air tingled warmly around her and Sarah stiffened in preparation for an attack of horrible proportions, but when it came it was not what she expected. A flush of arousal swept so violent through her that she stumbled and dropped to one knee, clutching the edge of the bed for support. She felt a rush of wetness between her legs. Dear god, was she was about to orgasm any second? Her legs shook. Shocked and drawing in a ragged breath she looked at Jareth desperately searching answers.

                He reached out a hand and brushed sable strands of hair out of her eyes. "It is part of the Nexus, part of the power that is afforded to me through the bond between us."

                "Nexus?" A vague memory from last night came to her, but she couldn't concentrate on anything as another wave of arousal washed over her, clouding her mind with desire. "This is rape" she whispered hoarsely, but even to herself the words sounded hollow. She had become much of a realist since the war and couldn’t afford to delude herself. Even if Jareth hadn't created this bond between them she had no doubt that he could make her respond to his physical touch alone - that she would still be climbing eagerly back into his bed after the pleasure he had shown her last night. The fact was: this magic was as much of Jareth touching her as what it would be if it were his hands on her skin, his mouth on her flesh. Magic was just another part of Jareth that was giving her pleasure, just another prelude to the rapture that was sure to come... just another part of him contributing to the ecstasy. This was no mortal lover. How many times did she need the reminder?

                "This is persuasion" he said and he was right. She knew that now.

                She gritted her teeth against the want. Even if she did want him she didn’t want the pain that had been there the first two times. She wasn’t sure that the pleasure was worth it, especially the excruciating pain of the second time. However hard it made her come.

                Was that sick? Surely it wasn’t normal. What was wrong with her?

                Easily reading her Jareth ran a soothing hand along the length of her hair before pulling her into his arms and bed. “No pain this time sweet Sarah. Only pleasure, I promise.”

                She couldn’t deny him anyway – she was too new to this game – so she accepted his promise and lost herself to the pleasure which he gave her. After all, the deal made her his to do with as he pleased. Was it so wrong of her to get something out of it too?

                ***

                Toby was drowning. Every time he inhaled it was water that burned the back of his throat and not sweet air. He thrashed in panic and would have swum up towards the surface except he couldn’t tell which way was up.

                “Toby.”

                The voice was all around him and he recognized it as the sea guardian.

                “Toby. Be calm. Breathe in the water. It will not harm you.”

                Like hell he was going to do that! He was going to die if he swallowed anymore water.

                “Toby. Breathe in the water.”

                ‘Fuck you’ he said in his mind.

                Somehow the guardian must have heard him for there was laughter. The water around him squeezed his chest trying to push air out of him and force him to inhale.

                “Breathe in the water.”

                He shook his head but he was fast feeling dizzy and light headed.

                “Breathe.”

                Then, there was no choice. The last of his air left his mouth in bubbles that floated away from him and when his lungs burned his body took over and sucked in the water.

                It hurt. The salt burned all the way down and he could feel how full his lungs were. His head felt like it was full of cotton and his limbs felt so heavy. So this was what downing was like. It was uncomfortable.

                But he wasn’t dead.

                It took him a few minutes to realize this, to figure out he was uncomfortable enough to still be alive.

                Toby peered around him and saw only water. It was clear and blue like the waters of Vanuatu, but dark as if it were nearly nighttime. What the hell was going on?

Schools of fish darted in front of him, making him jerk in surprise, and then swam into the darkness beyond. He felt like he had gone down the rabbit hole; did that make him Alice? He hoped not. He didn’t want any damn white rabbits.

                A sudden current flipped him upside down – or was it right side up? – and he heard the Sea Guardian again; her amusement vibrating the waters. “The way your mind works is entertaining, flowing from one thought to the next, flavored by stories you have read.”

                Oh great. Now he was entertainment...

                Oh shit – it was reading his mind!

                “I can only hear your thoughts when we’re this close.” An unseen hand – or something – ran up part of his thigh. Toby jerked in reaction. He swore on Sarah that he was never going swimming again.

                “Toby” her voice was now low and intimate, “when you first came upon the ocean you woke beings that had slept for thousands of years. There was something seeped into your skin, bound to your blood that this world had not seen for millennia. Something we thought had gone from the human world forever. Magic.

                ‘Oh yeah, because he had lots of that’ Toby listened with a skeptical mind, momentarily forgetting that the Sea Guardian could read his mind.

                “That magic awakened your mind, allowed you to perceive things far beyond your chronological age. It is preparing you.”

                Toby frowned. Could that explain why his IQ was so high? And preparing him for what?

                “For when you can use that magic. Manipulate it. Turn it to your will.”

                So did that mean that he was going to develop some nifty powers? Maybe he’ll be able to melt that skin off his enemies – that would be very cool!

                The Sea Guardian laughed and spun him around in the water until he was dizzy. “Nothing so dramatic. Whatever you came in contact with, to stain you with such old magic. did not stay with you long enough to gift you with great power.”

                Ok, that was disappointing.

                “But it was enough to wake us. To wake me.”

                “You’ve mentioned that before’ Toby thought towards the entity.

                “I am from ancient times on this world. When magic was thrumming though the very core of Earth, when all things followed its vibrations and were linked through its threads.

                ‘Poetic’ Toby thought

                “Back then, many creatures of magic roamed this world. My kind is of the water. We were guardians of the sea. But as all things do, we grew old and tired. Those of us who could die did. Those of us who couldn’t, put ourselves to sleep in the hope that one day we would wake afresh to a new world.

                However, as all best laid plans are – they are not what came to be. Years ago I was awakened, suddenly and without warning. Something foreign stepped into the sea, like a dye spreading time and time again. I followed it to you.

                ‘Lucky me.’

                “At some point you have contact in with some old magic. Magic not of this world. I thought to kill you, to have you gone and to go back to sleep. Yet, when I saw you, I saw a child; innocent and unknowing of what he carried within him. I paused in my plans and watched you.

                Toby thought that he ought to thank the sea guardian for not killing him outright.

                “You’re welcomed.

                ‘So this magic’ Toby mused, ‘what can I do with it? How can I access it? Assuming what you’re saying is true.’ But how could he totally disregard the possibility of magic when something as wondrous as this sea guardian was talking to him? And he was breathing underwater!

                Of course he could have been drugged and this was just some very realistic hallucination.

                Something pinched him hard on the arm and he yelped the best one could when under water.

                “This is very real” the guardian said with a note of impatience, “and while your mind can withstand the ability to wield magic, your body cannot. Not as it currently is.”

                ‘What does that mean?’

                “It means that I will need to physically change you so that your body can support what magic you can do. I will mark you to bring forth the power within you. My mark will also grant a certain amount of protection and possible allegiance from others.

                ‘Others?’ But he was ignored.

                There is an enemy out there Toby. You hide from them on the seas but they will need to be confronted. They grow more powerful by the day. They cannot be allowed to continue on their quest for domination over this world.’

                Toby frowned, ‘why should you care anyway?’

                “Because if they become too powerful, they may find a way into my waters. While I may be able to fight them back if they are in my territory I cannot follow them on land. I have no power there. They will always have a safe zone there that they can retreat to and attack my kind from the distance. I will not let that scenario become a possibility.

                Toby was about to ask why he should care, but he already knew the answer; he was currently safe on the ocean, for whatever reason, but if the Superiors spread out to the water he was a dead man. He did not want to die.

                He took in a deep breath to try and clear his head and immediately regretting it when the salt in the water burned his throat more than before. He choked. ‘But what about others of your kind? Surely there are some still on land who may be sleeping as you were?’

                The water rippled around him and Toby got the feeling the sea guardian had shrugged.

                “It has been many years since I spoke to a land or air dweller. They might have found a way to die since, or they might have moved onto other worlds. Some may yet still sleep. If there are any out there, they are either hiding, ignorant or simply do not care. Perhaps you might seek them out, but I would not count on their assistance.”

                It seemed like he didn’t have much of a choice. How he wished Jim was still alive to guide him through this decision; to have him to talk it through. ‘This marking’ he thought, ‘is it going to hurt?’

                There was a dark chuckle. “Oh yes, it is going to hurt.”

                He was given no other warning. It was like hot coals being pressed on the flesh of his back and then his skin being ripped off in strips. It never let up and it went on and on. He felt like he was being asphyxiated and crushed, the water felt like it was heating up to boiling He wished he could scream.

                When the pain left and he was left feeling hollow and drained, he hung lifeless in the water. He barely felt the gentle stroke along his cheek.

                “Happy thirteenth birthday Toby. My child.”

                He was then pushed through the water until he was spat to the surface. For a moment he felt like he was drowning on air. He landed hard on the deck of his ship and coughed up salt water. He felt someone’s broad hand thumping his back to help him. He tried to tell the hand to stop. How much more pain did he have to go through? His fingers clawed at the ship deck in agony.

                “Damn it Toby, if it wasn’t for the Sir Didymus there, we would have left already. We all thought you were dead. It’s been hours!”

                Toby winced at how loud the voice of his first mate was. He felt a migraine coming on. “Hours?”

                “It’s been nearly 10 hours since that thing swiped you.”

                “10 hours” Toby repeated dumbly. He gritted his teeth. He had to get his act together. He tried to get up but his arms and legs failed him and flopped back down. He felt arms around him lift him up to his feet and hold him up. Dear Sarah, if any of the crew saw him now he would loose any respect he had gained. How would he get it back?

                Rick must have read his mind for he whispered closely in his ear. “As far as everyone is concerned Captain, at the moment you’re some kind of god. How else could you summon a creature made of the sea, go with it into the murky depths and then come back out still alive half a day later?”

                A weak grin touched Toby’s lips at that absurbity, while at the same time he wanted to explain that none of that was his doing, he was just being swept along. “Need to… get to quarters” he breathed out. Was that his voice that was so scratchy?

                “Anything you say Captain,” Rick said.

                Was that a touch of awe in his voice? Toby coughed, “don’t tell me… you believe… that shit too?”

                Rick grunted noncommittally and started moving them out of the sight of the crew. To others it might have looked as if the first mate was just holding his captain up, but Toby knew that Rick was just about carrying him below deck. As soon as the door to the Captain’s quarters was shut Rick put him down on the bed where Toby instantly fell flat on his back.

                “Come on kid; let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

                Toby sighed, at least it seemed like Rick was over whatever misguided awe he might have had before. Rick helped him sit up and stripped his shirt off. Toby wouldn’t have noticed anything unless Rick had sucked in a shocked breath and muttered an expletive. His first mate’s eyes were on his back.

                Toby turned his neck as much as possible to peer over his shoulder into the mirror. He stretched out his shoulder blades to try and see it more clearly. His whole back from neck to waist, over his shoulders down the back his arms and forearms was covered in some shimmering pattern. It was faint and he could see it better when the light reflected off it. It looked like scales but when he ran his fingers over it all he felt was smooth skin.

                Well. At least someone had given him a present today. Whatever the hell it was.
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