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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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"Get out of my way, Sam," Sarah tried to side-step the large man, but he blocked her again, his arms outstretched.
"Think 'bout what you're doing."
"I am." She feinted left, then dodged right, his bulkiness no match for her speed and flexibility. Sam's cussing amused a stoic Jareth, who leaned on the storeroom's door jamb. Still covered in blood, sweat and filth, he had followed Sarah directly from the battle after they learned of Toby's fate. They passed Sam en route, and once he saw the look of determination on Sarah's face, he immediately tried stopping her.
Sam's restraining hand on her shoulder made Sarah pivot and grip his wrist simultaneously, twisting his arm painfully. "Don't touch me!"
They stared each other down, Sam testing. With his bulk and foreknowledge of how she fought, he could easily overpower her, but he waited. Jareth pushed off the door frame, tensing, prepared to intervene should she need him. However, both had forgotten his presence as their arms and bodies strained.
Sam leaned in close to her, his voice so low Jareth barely heard him. "You don't need to do this, Sarah."
"The hell I don't!" She shoved him so hard he fell onto a pile of non-perishable food boxes on a nearby table, scattering them like roaches. A few burst open, exposing a type of curved, dried pasta Jareth once tried covered in cheese sauce, bland but pleasing. Actually, his stomach growled since he had yet to enjoy any real food. Later, he thought with a sigh, partially resigned to never eating again, best to deal with this first.
Turning from the stunned Sam, Sarah started gathering supplies and ammo, heedlessly stuffing them into a large olive-green rucksack. No words passed between the three for several moments, only the sounds of metal and pre-packaged containers being slid into the bag carried in the room. Jareth and Sam exchanged a guarded look. Taking a chance, Jareth cautiously approached her while warily eyeing Sam, who stood and brushed off his dignity.
"Sarah," he drawled.
She jumped, face agog with shock and intensity. Her long brown hair hung in matted hanks, a few frizzy strands drifting about her head like a wretched halo. Dirt and dried gore painted her face making her dilated chestnut eyes appear black. He knew he looked no better, could feel his clothes and hair stiffening as the blood dried. But Sarah…
She was gruesome. She was magnificent. His cock twitched, hardening, the taste of mortal blood still on his tongue. He could hardly restrain his urge to strip her naked, slam her against the wall and bury himself inside her carnage-soaked body, forcefully taking her as in ancient times. Thrusting, pounding, dominating, his ears begged to hear her scream his name in—
"What?" she snapped, pulling him from his lust-addled mind-trip.
Damn fey bloodlust!
Mentally slapping himself, he wished for a cold spring in which to dunk his overheated hormones. Frustrated for numerous reasons (some he refused to examine too closely) he growled at her and quickly stepped back to clean his head and nostrils of Sarah's primitive scent. He pinched his nose, then cleared his throat.
"Whatever your plan, you'll not attempt it without me."
She glared at him for a few seconds. "Fine, better hurry and pack then. I'm leaving in five."
"Sarah," Sam, said, rejoining the conversation. Both she and Jareth hardly spared him a moment as they shoved items into bags, Sarah pointing out the necessary items to pack. "Chasing after Vultures like this, you'll both be killed!"
"So be it," she said, not pausing. "But the longer we take the farther away get."
"You don't even know where they're going."
"You taught me everything I know about tracking, Sam. I'll find the bastards."
Sam grabbed her from behind and spun her around. "Listen to what you're saying!" He shook her; Jareth growled and lunged. Sarah knocked Sam's hands away and raised a hand to stop Jareth.
"Sam, either help me or get out of my way, but don't try to stop me!" She resumed packing, burying her face towards the bag and said in a strained voice, "I can't let them have Toby. I can't!" Tears collected at the corners of her eyes, and she viciously wiped them with her filthy sleeves. "I'd rather be dead," she whispered.
"I know." Sam's whole body hung on his bones. "Then I'm going with you."
She froze, arm halfway in the bag, facing away from him. "What?"
Jareth cocked his head over his shoulder, taking Sam's measure with an arched brow. "You would leave your sanctuary without leadership?"
Sam waved a hand dismissively. "I've been prepping Len for the job; he can handle it … for awhile."
"Hmm … assuming you return," Jareth said. Tentatively, Sarah turned, eyes darting over Sam's false jovial expression.
"Hey, give me some credit!" Sam said, grinning. "I'm not so easy to kill."
"Indeed."
"You'd do that," Sarah asked, quietly. "You'd come with me?" Jareth scowled at her lack of us but kept silent.
"Hey, kiddo," he walked closer, opening his arms, "you think I'm about to let my best girl run off unprotected?"
"Oh, Sam!" Sarah fell into his arms, burying her head into his chest, sniffing. Uncertain, Jareth kept his distance. She truly revealed her vulnerability with Sam, and now with him as witness.
"Excellent, my boy!" his father said. "She's beginning to trust you."
I suppose. Something about seeing her snuggled into Sam's embrace prickled him; he huffed and slumped against the edge of the table.
"You know," she said in a voice muffled by Sam's shirt. "While we're in the No-Where, if we hear anything about Sally …"
"Shh … don't …" Sam's voice cracked and his eyes pinched until his crow's feet were obvious.
Sarah looked up. "I just meant I want to return the favor. She could still be out there. We've found people before."
He patted her back and pulled her back into his embrace. "I know, kiddo." His face tightened downwards until the crinkles around his mouth and eyes deepened. "Let's just focus on getting Toby back for now, okay?"
"Okay." She sniffed again and nodded against his chest.
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"You're not going out there without me, dammit!"
"Chet, we don't have any time to waste—."
He held up two fingers as he ran towards his dorm. "Two minutes! I've got a go-bag stashed."
Sarah groaned, her fingers slipping loose on her backpack's shoulder straps. "Chet …"
"Two minutes, Fixer! Promise!" he yelled over his shoulder. "I'm the best scavenger here!"
"He would be useful," Jareth said. "He is quite resourceful, for a bloody pain."
A tiny smile flickered over Sarah's mouth. "Fuck." She kicked the dirt, then yelled back. "Fine, just hurry!" Chet didn't answer as he was already out of earshot. Meanwhile, Sam came running from another hall, his harried voice giving instructions to Len, who's floundering expression tugged at Sarah's pity.
"But you're coming back, right Dad?"
He clapped his son on his back. ""Course I'm coming back. I just need you to hold down the fort for a bit."
Len fidgeted and shoved his hands in his pockets. "You think I can?"
"You can do this, Len." Sam squared off directly in front of him. "I believe in you. Just get everyone taken care of and keep'em organized. It's not that hard, really." Sam gave him a reassuring smile. "I'll be back 'fore you know it."
The quad was filled with the battle's aftermath. The less injured either cared for themselves or assisted those more severally injured, while the dead waited to be removed. Seeing the fresh carnage now that her mind had calmed, Sarah struggled with the temptation to hide in a corner and rock her mind into oblivion. It hadn't worked years ago after it happened and it wouldn't work now. Ironically, Toby today just as he had needed her then.
"We will find him." Jareth's solemn tone hit her like a sledgehammer, knocking the wind from her lungs.
She faced him, picking over his appearance before asking coldly, "Why are you helping me?"
Jareth's wane smile did not reach his eyes. "Have I better things to do?"
"Hmm … I suppose not. Unless you're hoping to finish Toby off."
He 'tsked' and leaned into her personal space. Pungent odors of recent death and musk filled her nose, making her dizzy and dry-tongued. "I had no idea he lived until now and have no wish to harm him. But you," he sneered and whispered in her ear, "I suspect you withhold many more secrets from me, Sarah Williams."
Gasping, she jerked back from his breath teasing her hair and tickling her ear. A peculiar warmth rushed from her neck to her chest and squeezed. She shivered, and said harshly, "I don't have any secrets."
"Don't you? Hmm." He eased from her, standing regally by her side despite the God-knows-what caking his hair and flannel shirt, creating a monochromatic smudge of dark maroon. Even his leather pants and boots had lost their luster for the layers of grime and human filth. Even with the, incongruous for him, M-16 slung diagonally across his back and the deadly knife at his hip, Jareth still lost none of his royal stature.
How's that possible? I feel like three layers of weaponzied cat shit rolled in stale oats, and he looks …. Grrr… and smells not completely awful. God, I hate him!
Chet's pounding feet on the metal stairs echoed in the quad, saving Sarah from her far, far too wandering thoughts. "Ready to kill me some Vultures!" he said gleefully, bag and weapons bouncing as he ran.
"Great," she deadpanned and pivoted on one heel. "Let's go. Now or never, Sam!" she yelled, not waiting to see if he responded. She'd vaguely considered bringing Ole Bay, but their only horse was too slow and really only good for lugging weight. Right now they needed speed.
Ignoring everything else, including the suddenly disquieting Jareth, Sarah led the three men through the human damage littering the quad and tunnel. A few—more cognizant—survivors begged them not to go, others cursed them and still others wished them luck during their hunt, word having spread of Fixer losing a hidden-away, sick relative.
She tuned them all out, focusing her energy on marching out of the only place offering her safety since The Shove. In the gloom, the tunnel blurred as she stepped over bodies and chucks of shrapnel hazarding their path. Eventually she walked through the gaping hole where the metal doors used to stand guard inside the courtyard and into the harsh daylight.
Sarah didn't truly fear the No-Where; one had to feel to fear. But dealing with the Vultures meant facing with the past; regardless that the original attackers were gone, they held similar agendas. But she meant what she had said to Sam. She'd rather be dead than leave Toby to their agendas. For that matter, why Toby? Why take him at all? Why not others?
"Sam," she said as she withdrew her sunglasses from her rucksack.
"Yeah?" he replied next to her, slipping on his own glasses.
"Why do you think they took him?"
He grunted. "No telling."
Frowning, she looked at him. "Guess."
He shrugged, lowered and shook his head. "Shit, Fixer. I don't know. But … you know how much they like the helpless."
She faced the last wall separating them from the No-Where, its door blown wide open as well and allowing the dust to swirl inside the parameter. "Yeah, that I know."
"…I like it when they cry … crying makes it more fun …"
"Please don't!"
"Beggin' works too."
Sarah's deep, internal muscles clenched and spasmed, reliving the pain of years ago. Hiding the gut reaction causing her nearly double over, Sarah press one hand to her middle and grit her teeth. The stabbing of the Vultures' rape was so fresh again, she could've sworn she smelled blood and heard Toby crying.
"Let's get this over with," she said, her voice gruff.
Sam shifted his rucksack higher on his back and forged ahead, jaw set. "I'll find their trail. Stay single file behind me for now." Sarah followed him first with Jareth quickly on her heels, cutting Chet off without acknowledgment and shoving him aside with a strong hand and a well-placed foot.
Chet stumbled, tripping over Jareth's boot and almost landing face first before finding his balance. "What the hell?"
Jareth glanced over his shoulder and flashed an obscene Underground finger gesture. "That's for stealing my sunglasses."
"Fuck. Seriously?" He already wore a pair, but having a spare set was always a good idea. Chet dug through his jacket in a hurry, pulled out the set he lifted from Jareth and threw them at his back. "Here's your fucking glasses, Goblin King!"
Jareth felt the hard plastic strike his shoulder blade, then heard the dull thud of them landing on the ground. Quickly, he leaned down, scooped, brushed and slid them on. Immediately, his eyes relaxed as they cut the fractured brightness of the abnormal sky.
"Ah, Chet, I knew you would do the right thing, if properly motivated."
"Fuck you."
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Sam picked up the Vultures' tracks easy enough given there must've been dozens left during their retreat. They left a swathe of damage through the waste, a trail a five-year-old could've read. But Sarah knew it was temporary; the No-Where had a way of rapidly devouring everything. Had they delayed leaving a few hours, these tracks would've disappeared.
Speaking of delaying … now that her feet were active, her mind relaxed and her body lodged its complaints. They'd skipped any activity not considered critical, including bathing, eating and changing clothes. Therefore, itches, aches, smells, twitches, hungers and anything else her taxed body noticed became a list of misery. Well, I can fix hunger. Shifting her rucksack to one shoulder, she dug until she located the dehydrated meat and fruit. The canteen of water soon followed, which they needed to use judiciously as water sources were few.
"That smells delicious," Jareth said behind her, fast moving to even up.
She jutted her chin at him. "Mm, you should have some in your pack."
"Do I?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I suppose you're going to make me dig it out."
"Well you're not getting mine!" She took an extra-large bite and deliberately chewed, making smacking sounds. "Mm-mm, sooo good!"
"You're despicable."
"But I'm not hungry." She grinned and took another sloppy bite.
"So be it." Jareth awkwardly searched through his rucksack, one-handed, while walking and attempting to keep from losing his supplies. He ended up circling himself like a cat chasing his tail as he walked, and yet got no further into his bag.
"Oh, gimme the damn thing!" Sarah snatched it from him, dug for a minute, then handed him a baggie full of goodies. "Here!" Grabbing the prize from her, he ripped it open and ate without breathing while she carried his rucksack.
She couldn't help the silly grin tugging at her lips as she watched him eat like a spoiled toddler, shoving meat and fruit down his gullet between half-hearted chews. When had he last eaten? "You are so hopeless out here."
He licked his lips and fingers, then mumbled around his food, "Perhaps, but at least I'm not hungry anymore." He grinned as her smile faded.
"I hate you." She tossed his bag at him, which he barely caught, before stomping away.
"I know," he said, happily finishing his first full meal in days and laughing.
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