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Perchance To...	By : Rhondda Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 5268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Sai winced. It was not from the attentions of Mira the Healer, however. It was because of the glare that Colleen kept shooting her way. Her mother in law was one of the few people whose opinion mattered to her and today seemed to be her day for disappointing all three of those individuals.

Mira had finished with Ian first. His injuries had been more serious. A mild concussion on top of three cracked ribs and some broken fingers. Colleen had come as soon as she heard what had happened. Between Mira's Healing magic and her knowledge of herbs the green eyed dryad had set them on the road to complete recovery. It was then Colleen's job to coddle and coo over them all.
"I thought YOU, at least, had more sense than this," Colleen looked over Mira's shoulder to watch the dryad make Sai's black eye fade away. Right, so much for coddling.
"We were a little pressed for time," Sai answered back.
"And brains, I'd say. The both of you," Col shot a similar glare at Ian who shrugged it off, "And then where would I get any grandchildren?"
"How are the others?" Sai looked at the brown skinned, green haired woman kneeling before her.
"Malnutrition, severe fatigue, walking pneumonia, sores from their chains and their eyes cannot take too much light. I'd say they are doing quite well for mine slaves." Green eyes focused on Sai. "I've done what I can for the malnutrition, pneumonia and the sores. The fatigue can only be cured by rest and their eyes must become acclimated to light slowly. They have had nothing brighter than lanterns for two years. I have limits."
"I thank you Mira. I believe I now owe you," Sai could not summon a smile to add to the sentiment.
The flaps of the tent burst inward with a flurry of activity. That activity was compressed into a small, slender package hefting a sack over his shoulder.
"Ian! I need you to introduce me to Jareth's nightmare well enough that I can ride her," Puck dropped the sack at Colleen's feet.
"Are you insane? Feeling the urge to lose a pound of flesh?" Ian's brows knitted together.
"Some *have* claimed the insane part. But right now I'm off to cause trouble," Puck grinned widely, as causing trouble was his absolute favorite pastime. He opened the sack and pulled out one of Jareth's shirts.
Sai's eyes opened wide. "Puck, I could kiss you!"
Robin Goodfellow grinned. "In front of your husband? Wanna have a threesome? Toss in the Dryad and we'll make it a foursome!"
Mira rolled her eyes and finished her healing, then left the tent while flipping Puck off for good measure.
"What's going on here?" Colleen gestured to the sack.
"The rules of the Hunt specify no one may interfere once the Hunt begins on penalty of death. It says nothing of before the Hunt starts," Sai looked at Robin, her smile once more in place, "Who do you think taught Jareth the ins and outs of loopholes and getting around technicalities?"
"Righto," he continued. "Since I'm a Phooka, I can assume any shape or size I like. I make myself about Jareth's weight, wear his clothes," he pulled a white cloth stained red from inside his shirt, "wave about a cloth he's bled on and ride Diabolique through the forest of Annwn for hours on end. I tie a bit of clothing here and there for good measure, and toss some owl feathers hither and yon. With luck the hounds will not be able to pick the real trail from the one I'm gonna make all day."
"And if I know Jareth he'll lay as many false trails as he can while he has the chance," Sai actually clapped.
"Hold it, the Hunt can take place anywhere. How do you know for sure Gwyn will choose the forest here?" Ian seemed to like the idea, but was wary yet.
"Because of the *sky*, silly," Puck pointed up. "Jareth won't be able to use any learned magic during the Hunt but he can't be stripped of anything he was born with. Including his own ability to shape shift. He has two forms he can assume beside his natural one. The owl is what Gwyn will try to cripple any way he can. Otherwise Jareth will fly so far Gwyn would never catch up in one night. The sky here is fairly low, it will limit the distance Jareth can cover in owl form as well as play havoc on his maneuverability. Trust me. Gwyn will choose here."
"Himself has two other forms?" Col frowned, looking puzzled. "I only ever saw the owl."
Sai smiled. "He doesn't take the second too often. He is not overly fond of it. Few outside his kin and close friends know its form," she raised her hand. "No, I will not say. It is his secret to keep or give away. Hopefully he will use it to best advantage."
"So what are we doing sitting around? Come along, Robin. You have a nightmare to meet," Ian stood abruptly, rubbing his hands together with raw excitement. "This promises to be fun."
"Fun? Fun got you in this mess!" Col scolded. "Now go out there and bring down ap Nudd. I want to see that Smug bastard face a pissed off Labyrinth." She grinned suddenly. "Ian, feed Diabolique well. Make sure Robin rests her, then leaves her in the woods." She produced a small knife, the length of her palm and offered it to Ian hilt first. "Hide this under the saddle. There is a sheath for it there. Robin, don't touch this. It is iron. Jareth will need every edge he can get tomorrow night."
Sai lay a small hand over her heart. Her mother in law had a lovely nasty streak. An idea struck the kitsune at that moment. "And I just thought of another edge to give. You two go do what you have to. I have my own mission."
Sai stood with her back straight once more. This might be fun. But first she needed to make a trip to the royal kennels.
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"You don't know? By your description of my life I'm going to have to assume you've been watching me for awhile," Sarah's voice was soft but she stood her ground, not trusting Jareth's prior answer.
"Off and on. I get bored, you know. You at least are moderately interesting," Jareth waved it off.
"I'm touched." She made a face. "Was it boredom that kept you from taking advantage of the situation earlier this evening?"
"Technically it was last night," he crossed his arms and looked down at her, tilting his head with amusement.
"Whatever. You're dodging the question," she placed her hands on her hips, her stance challenging.
"Hardly. I seem to recall I did take advantage of the situation," He was far too smug and his leering look was meant to make her back down in humiliation.
Sarah hated the blush that rushed to her cheeks, but she would not back down. Not even in face of the memory of Jareth's hands on her breasts and the taste of his mouth. "Not as much as you could have. Why did you cast a spell on me? Why did you sing me to sleep, for crying out loud?"
"You ask too many questions," Jareth looked... was that uncomfortable? Sarah was surprised yet again. She'd never seen him look anything other than commanding and in control. Well, she had seen him disappointed.
"And you give too few answers. Why am I here if not to ask questions? You want me to find some truth or other, so questions are a must." Sarah was a bit uncomfortable herself.
Titania's words echoed in her head. Could it be? No, he was not capable of it. Was he? Sarah chewed her lip with uncertainty. He had stopped what had happened earlier before it went too far. If she was just an amusement, or even a fascination, why would he do that? Why was he protecting her all the time on this visit? It went beyond hospitality.
"Get some sleep, Sarah. It's going to be a long day tomorrow and a longer night," he gestured to the bed.
He was being evasive again. Sarah's eyes narrowed.
It was time to make a decision. How did she feel about Jareth? Over the past few days she'd learned quite a bit. He had quite a few admirable qualities. Then there was her physical reaction to him, which didn't necessarily mean anything emotional. Lust didn't require anything more than attraction. Was it just lust?
Time for the hard question, she decided. How would she feel if he died tomorrow night? A wave of nausea swept through her at the thought. Okay, she didn't want him dead.
Then it struck her out of nowhere. The reason she didn't have any relationships. After one or two dates the prospects just never measured up. But she did not know what they were being measured against, until now. No one measured up to Jareth. Even when her idea of him was the half remembered dream of herself as a fifteen year old and him in the role of villain, at that.
Oh shit, she realized, I just got my answer. So, what was she going to do about it? She had yet to run and hide, in this world or any other. It wasn't her style. It was time to face things head on.
"You're avoiding me again." Her decision made, she took a step forward, then another. True to form, Jareth held his ground. He looked down at her with a hint of amusement mixed with surprise. She continued, "Considering your actions since I arrived, very recently in particular, I'd almost think you cared about me."
"Well, well. You are full of yourself, aren't you?" He tried to look intimidating once more.
"That isn't a denial. It's another deflection. Are you afraid of me, Jareth?" It was her turn to allow a smile to play with her mouth. His reaction was amusing. She could see why he enjoyed baiting people. It was fun making him uncomfortable for once. She stepped forward now into his personal space, forcing herself to look up at him.
"I am afraid of nothing. It's you who should be weary. I'm not one to be toyed with." He wasn't looking uncomfortable any longer. He looked... predatory. He wasn't backing away.
Sarah fought the urge to step back again. "I'm not afraid. Not of you. Not anymore. And I'm not the one who plays games," She wondered if honesty might not be the best tactic. "I don't want you to die, Jareth."
"I have no intention of doing so. But I'm touched by your concern," he didn't look touched. His eyes were dark with something else.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is I do care about you. Lord alone knows why, but I really want you to come back." She chewed on her bottom lip, wondering how the tables had turned. Now *she* was uncomfortable.
"What, exactly, are you trying to say, Sarah?" A gloved finger ran down her cheek and she couldn't hide her shiver.
"I'm not sure," the words left her in a half whisper.
"Aren't you?" As he spoke she felt his breath on her face, he was leaning so close.
Then his lips were on hers once more.
She didn't pull away. This time she couldn't blame any strange horticulture. His mouth was fierce, dominant, demanding. There was power under his very skin and he could break her in so many ways. She answered his kiss then surrendered to it, conceding that he was much more practiced. She wrapped her arms about his neck, pulling him closer until they were pressed together as close as possible with clothing between them.
The kiss deepened as one of his hands found her waist and the other cupped her head. Oh, it hadn't just been the flower. Her heart pounded in her ears as she allowed her tongue to duel with his for dominance. He really had tasted that good. She really had felt this right in his arms. The furious heat was building in her once more, all from her, all from him.
The kiss ended, once more, when the need for air interceded. Sarah felt his forehead pressed to hers. His own breathing seemed as heavy as her own. Her mouth felt bruised and yet wanting.
"Get some sleep, Sarah. We will both need it. This..." He raised his head. "This can wait until after I've thrashed Gwyn." He softly kissed her forehead and stepped around her, heading for the chair.
Sarah took a few moments to gather herself, then turned. "We could... we could share the bed. That chair can't be comfortable and you'll need your sleep more than I will."
A small smile was offered to her. "That would NOT be a good idea. I'm comfortable enough. Good night, Sarah." He took the chair, facing away from her.
She looked at the high back of the furnishing and wasn't sure if she was relieved or upset.
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