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Last Resort	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 7045 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Monday passed slowly for Jareth. During the weekend he had been transferred from the holding cell to the main jail and expected to trade his personal clothing for a hideous orange jumpsuit. It took every bit of patience he possessed not to demand remuneration for indignities he was made to suffer. As the painful looking clothing was thrust at him he gritted his teeth and reminded himself that within a day, perhaps two, he would be freed by Mr. Simon's efforts. After that it matter little how the mortal legal system chose to punish him since he would either be with Sarah in his realm or dead.

Nearly thirty six hours later Mr. Simon's efforts were rewarded during Jareth's arraignment. The judge set a high but reasonable bail that Carol paid and Jareth's court date was set for thirty days from the present. After paperwork and money exchanged hands Jareth once again was a free man in his own clothes. He stepped out of the courthouse meeting Carol at the entrance. It was Monday evening, they had six days, and he still needed to find Sarah.

Robert Williams entered the hospital alone; he chose not to tell Karen where he went this Monday morning because he wanted to see Sarah's condition for himself beforehand. The ancient structure of Bellevue hospital intimidated Robert and he hated thinking of his only daughter back in this facility regardless if it was for her health. The visitor's desk was located at the front entrance and surrounded by multiple layers of gated security.

"Robert Williams to see a patient, my daughter Sarah Williams." He passed his ID through security window to the bored guard sitting inside the narrow room. Grunting a noncommittal reply the guard checked the patient roster against his ID. Once his information was confirmed the guard passed his ID back with a visitor's badge and Robert heard a loud buzzer sound.

"Step through the gate, the next guard will direct you through the metal detector and then escort you to the waiting room." The guard sounded as if he'd given this same speech a thousand times before and would give a thousand times more.

"Thanks." Robert accepted his ID and the badge and followed the instructions until he stood in a sterile, dingy, puke green room furnished with chairs and tables bolted to the floor and barred windows. Several minutes passed before Dr. Garcia greeted Robert in this depressing room.

"Mr. Williams, it's good to see you again! I wish it were under better circumstances." He extended his hand which Robert shook.

"Yes, hello Dr. Garcia. I'm grateful you could take Sarah's case again on such short notice."

"Of course, of course, anything for a former patient; it was my pleasure to be of service to you and your daughter again." Dr. Garcia smiled broadly and Robert felt a suddenly chill down his spine. He didn't remember Dr. Garcia being so...excited about Sarah's case before. Then he shook it off as overactive imagination-Dr. Garcia was the best psychiatrist in the City and the only doctor able to diagnosis Sarah years ago.

"Dr. Garcia I would like to see Sarah today. How is she doing?" Robert asked eagerly, his voice full of concern.

"She's still very unstable, very delusional and quite violent I'm afraid." He stated mournfully shaking his head slowly.

"Violent? Sarah was never violent before."

"I know but she's been off of her medications for years and her symptoms have acutely worsened. I've had to order her constantly sedated and restrained for the near future."

"What? Oh, no!" Her father gasped. "I want to see her now!"

"Yes, of course, Mr. Williams. I just wanted to warn you that she is not herself. Please try not to act shocked when you see her. She needs her family to be supportive at this time." Dr. Garcia led Robert from the waiting room through a maze of halls until they came to an enclosed nurses' desk. Dr. Garcia informed the staff the he would be escorting a family member to a patient's room and they logged in the information.

They approached a plain white door and Dr. Garcia used a skeleton key to unlock it. Robert glanced around the jamb before he entered and saw his beautiful daughter restrained to a low, hospital bed with heavy plastic head and foot boards. Dressed in a hospital gown and spread eagle on the bed with a thin white sheet covering the lower half of her body she looked wretched. Her dark hair lay in long tangles around her head and she faced away from the door.

"Sarah? Sarah, honey?" Robert advanced near the bed and cautiously reached out to his daughter. Her head slowly turned from the wall; her glazed eyes trying to meet his but remaining unfocused.

"Daddy? Ish that you?" She asked, her voice slurring, her eyelids blinking slowly.

"Yes, Sarah. I'm here." Robert gripped Sarah's hand around the leather restraint. "How are you feeling, Sarah?" Tears welled up in her eyes before falling, following previously dried tracks from earlier.

"Go home, I wanna go hooome, Daddy..." Sarah cried softly. Unable to brush away her own tears Robert used his other hand to wipe his daughter's eyes.

"I know, baby. Can you tell me where's home? Where do you want to go?"

"Go...go...where...I wanna go...home...Lab...rinth...where's Jareth...Goblin...king...?" Sarah started humming to herself and Robert recognized the song as one she used to hum years ago the first time she was ill.

"Sarah," Robert shook her arm, "Sarah? Why won't she answer me?" He looked over his shoulder to look at Dr. Garcia.

"As I said earlier, Mr. Williams, due to her behavior we've been required to heavily sedate her. I'm actually quite surprised that she's conscious right now, but then Sarah has always been an unusual patient."

Robert gave the doctor a sharp glance, "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, only that her particular schizophrenia seems to defy all my efforts to manage it and without her cooperation I'm afraid Sarah may require a lengthy stay with us." Dr. Garcia barely managed to keep the smile from his face. Robert nodded and looked back to his daughter.

"Oh, honey...I'm so sorry." He wiped more tears from Sarah's face as she continued humming and crying. He sat with her for awhile tying to talk to her until Dr. Garcia informed him it was time to go. The entire visit Sarah spoke jumbled phrases about the Labyrinth, her daughter, Jareth, the Goblin King, and going home but she didn't focus on Robert again.

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Carol met Jareth outside of the court house after he regained his freedom from the justice system; it was Monday evening. He exited the granite building with the same clothes which he had entered the legal system and hoped to never deal with these authorities again. He first thought revolved around locating Sarah. The bond remained faint and dull feeling; nothing like the usual sharp, background sensation he'd ground used to.

Carol quickly advised Jareth of everything that she had learned over the weekend. After calling every family member of Sarah's that she knew Carol discovered that Sarah was currently admitted under an involuntary mental health order in the psychiatric ward of Bellevue hospital. She had been there since Saturday night and as far as her family was aware would be there for two weeks minimum.

"Two weeks? That is too long!" Jareth said his stride pausing as they walked to Carol's car. "Carol if Sarah was indeed completely truthful with you then you understand the urgency. We have less than a week before all is lost."

"I understand, Jareth, I really do but patients can't just walk out of a secure psych ward."

"Then we must discover a way to reach her." He resumed walking in his long stride, his hands tightly clasped at the small of his back. "If I can reach her I can help her reconnect with her magic. I can feel how faint she is, there's something wrong. Something is keeping her from her magic." He stated thoughtfully.

"Jareth, do you have any place to stay?" Carol asked, interrupting his thoughts making him remember that he had no place to go since Sarah was gone and he had no way into her home since the authorities had locked it behind them.

"No, no...I don't. With Sarah gone..."He shrugged, unwilling to think of the alternative. Carol placed a comforting hand on his upper arm.

"Well, you're staying with me while we figure this out and get Sarah back." Jareth nodded his assent to her firm suggestion. Carol added, "And we'll go to Bellevue first thing tomorrow morning to visit her, maybe things will be taken care then, hmm?"

"Perhaps, I certainly hope so." He glanced over at Sarah's closet friend, now his closet friend with something akin to hope. "I feel a strong sense of distress from her even though the bond is faint and I fear every minute delayed is a minute against her."

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Carol and Jareth arrived at the psychiatric ward of Bellevue hospital at the beginning of visitor hours but quickly discovered two distressing points: the hospital required ID for all visitors�which Jareth did not have, and that Sarah Williams was on the restricted visitation list for immediate family only. Jareth leaned against the metal grating next the security cubicle waiting for Carol to finish arguing with the obese guard; his face pressed against the metal bars. He ignored the emotional discomfort being close to iron generated and stared silently into the bowels of the psychiatric ward.

His chest flared, Sarah was close he could feel her presence; still dull but stronger. Somewhere inside this decrepit building they hid his Sarah and he would find her, somehow before the last five and a half days expired. Every instinct in him screamed for him to claw his way through the metal but he knew it would serve no purpose; without his powers he wouldn't get past the first guard.

"Jareth," Carol called him away from the grate, "Jareth we have to go." He turned away reluctantly meeting her concerned eyes with his own pained ones. No words came to him to express his aversion to leaving when he was so close...so close...

"Jareth, please," Carol stepped closer so that she could whisper in his ear, "there are other ways." She caught his eyes as he snapped his head around and her look communicated something vital and secret begging him to remain quiet and leave with her. He decided to trust Carol and allowed her to lead him away; his fingers loosely clinging to the grate as his arm outstretched before finally releasing and dropping.

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Her brain was foggy and thinking remained difficult. Garcia kept her medicated until she was border line unconscious most of the day. Whenever she felt her sanity resurfacing a nurse entered and administered another shot of medication which sent her diving under again. Sarah felt as though she was drowning. Flinging her arms upwards she searched for anything to grasp and other hands gripped her arms forcing her arms back to her torso. Sharp, cold water sprayed on her face and bare body, she couldn't catch her breath then suddenly the water ceased and her head was pushed forward and she gasped. Rough hands pulled at her hair until it felt taut from her scalp. Cold water dripped down her naked back she heard something metal clank together.

A smooth voice spoke from the far edge of the room, "This is for your own good, Sarah. Proper hygiene is vital...after all cleanliness is next to Godliness, my dear." The metal snip-snip-snipped and her hair tighten acutely before her head felt suddenly, sickeningly lighter.

'They won't see me cry, damn it, they won't see me cry!' She told herself as they cut her hair nearly to her scalp. They'd done this before and she'd survived; survival would be hers again.

"And now it's time for your medication, Sarah." Dr. Garcia announced.

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She let the phone ring again and again and again until the answering machine picked up; again. Lizzie hung up the phone, the same as she had done everyday almost every hour she could since her father told her that her mother was sick. Grandma and Grandpa Morton allowed her to use the phone as often as she wanted knowing that Sarah would never answer but they respected their son's request and told Lizzie nothing further about her mother. Lizzie had even tried calling a few hospitals after looking up the numbers in the phone book but none of the adults answering were able to help her.

Lizzie refused to speak more than a few words to her father unless it was about her mother and Eric grew tired of answering uncomfortable questions. He refused to tell her which hospital her mother was admitted to, what her status was currently-other than ill, and eventually they ceased talking. Dinners at the Elder Morton house were quiet, strained meals with Eric at the forefront.

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"Carol, it's been awhile! How have you been?" Susan Brown Bagby, Carol's former sister-in-law and old high school friend said as she answered her front door. A beautiful, lithe, middle-aged plus women of light brown, even, cocoa skin and stunning amber eyes stood before Jareth and Carol.

"I'm good, Susan and you?" Carol stood at her friend's door trying to maintain a casual air however a tense Jareth standing next to her made it difficult. "Susan, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, Jareth Noble." Jareth presented Susan with a shallow bow from his waist and inclined his head as well which made his blond bangs drape gracefully in front of his eyes. Enthralling ice blue eyes which Susan took special notice as they were piercing her own and causing shivers to run over her skin.

"Mr. Noble." Did her voice sound just a tad husky, Susan wondered.

"Please, call me Jareth." His silken voice poured over Susan causing a tiny sigh to escape her. Jareth cringed when he heard the sigh, Gods he hated this but Carol was insistent that Susan could help them so he employed every courtly manner he knew to soften her.

"Jareth, hmmm...Carol your friend is divine...where ever did you find him?" Susan batted her eyelashes and skimmed over Jareth's tight jeans, t-shirt, and black boots with obvious pleasure. Jareth practically smelled her pheromones even without his Fae senses as she stepped back from her doorway and motioned them both inside which they readily accepted.

"He's a very, very close friend of Sarah Williams', the top artist at my gallery and my friend as well." Carol said in a friendly but specifically firm tone.

"Ah...I see," Susan pouted, her full, collagen enhanced lips creating the perfect counter point to her high cheekbones; which she'd always prided herself. She winked, her swaying hips leading them into her apartment. Jareth pondered his reaction, or lack of reaction, to Susan and realized that not so long ago�for a Fae�he would have spontaneously responded without a qualm. But now...now...things were different. He loved Sarah; he had no doubt that he was in love with Sarah because while he could appreciate the view as a male he felt no desire for the woman flirting with him. His only thought regarding Susan was how to gain her assistance to get to Sarah.

"Susan, I'm sorry I didn't call and I really hate to drop in like this to ask you a favor but it's something important and you're the only one I know that can help." Carol stated, sitting on her friend's couch by invitation. Carol felt terrible putting Susan in this position but she hoped that she could gain her sympathy. They had been friends for years and had parted on good terms after her brother's divorce a few years ago; which was amicable. They stayed in contact, albeit inconsistently and while Susan appeared shallow with her sexual behavior she was actually a person of great emotional depth and morals.

"So, Carol what brings you to my house this evening?" She asked in her smooth voice sitting across from her friend; her comfortable slacks and tailored shirt hugging her tone body. Jareth sat next to Carol but at a polite distant. Carol wrung her hands together in her lap with blatant anxiety.

"You're still a nurse at the Bellevue psych ward, right?"

"Yes, in fact I was promoted to charge nurse on my shift. Why?" Susan gave her an apprehensive look.

"Congratulations, that's great!" Jareth waited impatiently as the conversation progressed between the women. He didn't know what a charge nurse was but he understood that Susan was employed at the very particular part of the hospital where they needed access.

"Well, you see, Susan, the friend of ours that I spoke of�Sarah Williams�she's been admitted to the psychiatric ward on an involuntary hold."

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"Well...Jareth and I tried to visit her today but they're only allowing immediate family to see her."

"Oh, Carol...don't ask..."

"Please he just wants to see her, a few minutes that's all no one has to know." Carol begged, leaning forward on the couch as Susan leaned away.

"You want me to get fired?" Susan retorted. "I've only got a few more years until my pension."

Jareth spoke at this point seeing that Susan wasn't being convinced. "Susan, I would be in your debt if you would assist me." He slipped from his place next to Carol to join Susan on the loveseat. "Sarah is very important to me and was taken away by force days ago. I have heard nothing of her condition and I fear for her. If I could but just see her myself, in person, I could be reassured of her good health." He touched her hand gently, leaving a deliberate, soft caress in its wake. He watched as his persuasions ate at Susan's resolve.

"I wish I could help, really but there are security guards and cameras. It's not a place you can just waltz inside." Susan nibbled her lower lip, a nervous habit she despised.

"Susan, please, Sarah is all that I have in this world. There must be some manner in which you could assist me, even for a moment. I promise to spare you any professional recriminations within my power. Just get me safely in the building and to Sarah's side and I will leave you without any further trouble." Jareth expressed his best limpet eyes to Susan pouring his heart into them.

"You love her, this Sarah, don't you?" Susan questioned him.

"Without a doubt�she is my life, my soul. I will most assuredly die without her." Unknown to Susan Jareth spoke the absolute truth in all its facets but she read the sincerity in his voice and words; as did Carol who audibly sniffed from the other couch. Susan's shoulders slumped a bit in defeat but her eyes smoldered.

"I remember a Sarah Williams being admitted by Dr. Garcia over the weekend for acute paranoid schizophrenia. I haven't had any direct patient contact with her but I've heard some things from the other nurses." Susan leaned closer to the two of them and whispered as if someone dangerous might overhear. "Dr. Garcia is a real piece of work. He's touted as the best psychiatrist in the City but I wouldn't want him as my doctor."

"Why not?" Carol asked, beating Jareth to the question.

"His unorthodox and unusual treatment methods and he's rather obsessive about obtaining results; the kind of results that he wants. Overall he doesn't exactly break any rules or standards of care, but he just gives most of the staff the creeps." She shivered at the last part of the statement.

Carol looked to Jareth's reaction and saw his face take on a harsh cast; his lips a thin line and his eyes narrowed. "What do his patients say?" Carol asked.

"Hard to tell since most are insane or heavily medicated but I get the feeling that they don't care for him since there's usually lots of crying and screaming when Garcia's on the floor."

"You must get me to Sarah as soon as possible!" Jareth exclaimed springing up from the couch no longer able to contain his emotions. He began pacing Susan's living room clenching and reclenching his hands as if wishing for something or someone to strike. A moment later their conversation ceased as they heard Susan's front door jiggle as if someone where unlocking it to enter.

"Who's that?" Carol asked fearfully.

"It's okay, it just my boyfriend Sal Silvari." Susan answered indifferently but Jareth quit his pacing with a curious look upon his face which made Carol's stomach sour.

Jareth asked in a cold voice, "Your boyfriend�is he also in the medical profession?"

"Yeah," Susan said, surprised her eyebrows raised, "he's a paramedic...how'd you know?" But Jareth didn't answer Susan, instead he spun racing to the front door finding the same paramedic Sal who assaulted Sarah just a few days ago entering through the front door. Sal's back was facing the interior of the apartment as he shut the door and he was overloaded with his uniform and equipment bags making him overbalanced and his movements constrained.

Jareth struck Sal from behind using his full body weight to push him face first into the closed door, a dull thud echoing in the apartment followed by Sal's muffled curse. Jareth's right arm locked around Sal's neck catching the man in an unyielding sleeper hold while Jareth's right knee slipped between Sal's legs to help his leverage as Jareth lifted him slightly off the floor. With every ounce of rage stored since the assault Jareth hissed viciously into Sal's ear.

"I should kill you now for what you did to my Sarah�you are powerless to stop me!" Sal's legs flailed inches above his floor, his bags dropped forgotten by the door as his hands and fingers dug uselessly at Jareth's arm; his trachea being slowly crushed, his face bright red, and his eyes bulging.

"OH MY GOD! JARETH STOP!" Carol and Susan screamed simultaneously as they stumbled onto the violent scene in Susan's entryway. Jareth spared a glace for Carol.

"He is one of the men who attacked Sarah!" Sal gasped something as if trying to speak. Both women pulled at Jareth's arms, hysterical.

"You can't do this! Release him! Jareth please...for Sarah's sake! Please!" Carol's use of Sarah's name filtered through his rage enough for him to loosen his hold and once the process began Jareth's rational mind took over and allowed the women to pull Sal away from his death grip. Sal stumbled and collapsed against the entryway wall farthest from Jareth but facing him; his eyes wide with both fear and recognition.

"It's...you...," Sal coughed, clutching his throat and staring up at Jareth with dark brown eyes. "Holy shit...on a...stick." Susan crouched next to her boyfriend trying to comfort him while Carol stood between Jareth and the couple acting the barrier. Jareth remained standing; hands fisted at his sides so tightly his knuckles blanched and his face carefully neutral.

Susan yelled at him, "Who the fuck do you think you are? What the hell is wrong with you? Your Sarah Williams can rot for all I care get the hell out of my house!" She pointed to the door, her will made clear but Sal pulled her arm down indicated for them to stop.

"Wait...Wait," He his voice rasped. "What...about Sarah Williams?" At Sal's demeanor change Jareth started and his body relaxed minutely.

"We came to request Susan's assistance at reaching Sarah since she is employed at the same facility but I'm afraid my temper has gotten the better of me once again and that option is no longer viable." Jareth explained with a voice still harsh with anger. A sad, cynical smile twisted Sal's lips.

"It's a lot more viable now than it was before." Sal retorted, his voice still rough. Jareth arched an eyebrow and cocked his head slightly.

"Explain."

After Sal straightened himself and soothed his throat with some hot tea and calmed his girlfriend, who was upset that he was taking being attacked lightly and not kicking Jareth out or calling the police, Sal explained to the other three his reasoning. He told them that ever since his participation in Sarah's involuntary mental health scene days earlier, a scene which he had previous told Susan about in general terms, he felt uncomfortable about the outcome.

As a paramedic he was required to perform his duties but his personal ethics and feelings rebelled at the manner in which it occurred. Plus the behavior that Sarah Williams displayed during that scene haunted him. His gut told him that the diagnosis she was currently given was incorrect and that there was far more to the story than anyone either knew or was willing to reveal.

He went on to explain that after he released Sarah to the emergency department he had done his own bit of investigating and learned of the strange happenings surrounding her later that same evening and that she was later admitted to the psychiatric ward under Dr. Jon Garcia. While Sal only knew Dr. Garcia professionally in passing through the emergency department he heard stories through the grapevine and from his girlfriend Susan. Sal didn't have a good opinion of Dr. Garcia anymore than his girlfriend did and once he found out that his patient Sarah Williams was under Garcia's control a deep sense of trepidation settled in his bones and refused to leave.

Sal looked to Jareth and told him plainly. "I don't know what's going on with your girlfriend but my gut tells me that it's not paranoid schizophrenia." Jareth gave Sal a thin smile, "You know what else my gut tells me. It tells me you know more about what's going on with Sarah than you're telling me and that your plans include more than just a visit."

Jareth's thin smile widened to show his teeth but did not include his eyes. "Mr. Silvari, has anyone ever informed you that astute perception can be a dangerous talent?"

"Plenty of times but I'm that proverbial cat and his curiosity; I just can't seem to keep my nose out of trouble. Especially when I see things I don't like." Jareth's smile became a smirk which finally reached his eyes.

"Well, perhaps we have more in common than I thought. "

Sal turned to his girlfriend who had remained fearful during his explanation. "Sue, you know I don't want either of us to get fired or arrested but the more I think about it the more I'd love to see the look on Garcia's face if one of his precious little patients disappeared from right under his nose, wouldn't you?"

Susan shook her head, "Geez, Sal, I don't know. You're talking about unauthorized released of a mental patient. That could mean jail time!" Sal took her hands in his pulling her close and they sat on the couch.

"Sue, you don't have to do this. I know we're pushing you but you've seen the crap that Dr. Garcia and others like him get away with. He's more insane than most of his patients! And this Sarah Williams... if anyone is misdiagnosed it's her. I'd bet my life on it."

"Sal..."

"All you got to do is unlock the doors and tamper with the security, Jareth and I will do the rest. Right?" He glanced towards Jareth who nodded his agreement. "I've got to do this, Sue. I know I was just doing my job but my messed up. I messed up bad on this one I can feel it." Susan gazed into her boyfriend's eyes seeing his earnestness and her last wall crumbled. Sal was the best thing in her life. The most honest, moral person she'd ever known. If Sal said this had to be made right then she'd risk it for him.

"Alright, I'll do it. I'll get you in to see her. But you've got to give me a few days to make some arrangements. I've got to minimize the risk of any of us being caught." She amended quickly.

"I understand. How long do you need I'm afraid time is premium." Jareth replied while Carol and Sal nodded vigorously.

"A few days at least, I need to rearrange the schedule so that I'm on the night shift and figure out a few things on how to get around the security and the best way to sneak you both inside. No earlier than Friday night, maybe Saturday night- would that work?"

Jareth sighed, he preferred tonight of course but if Susan were willing to help them he could hardly complain about the timing as long as it was soon enough. "Yes, Friday or Saturday would be good but sooner would be preferable, if you can manage it."

"I'll see what I can do. Carol I'll call you as soon as I know anything definite and we can make plans from then."

"Alright, thank you Susan, Sal." Carol said which Jareth repeated, "We know how difficult this is and I'm really grateful to you both. All of us are." She hugged her friend who returned it wholeheartedly while Jareth and Sal stood nearby shaking hands. Apparently masculine egos who no longer bruised and they were tentatively moving towards trust.

"Just don't complain when I come begging on your doorstep for money when they fire me!" Susan proclaimed.

"You got it!" Carol affirmed for her friend and former sister.
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