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Dizzy	By : sisterstyx Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3924 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrith or any of its characters. The plot, however, is all me. I make no money from this, but can be bribed with feedback.

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AN: sorry about the delay. Been a busy bee. and writers block. I know where the finish line is, but I don't want to run a marathon to get there. I'm more of a sprinter--but that makes for bad story telling!

Sarah was woken by the soft patter of footsteps against her bedroom floor. She rubbed her eyes and stretched while she listened to the sounds of Gwen getting her bath and clothes ready.
"Good morning, m'lady," the small she-dog smiled at her from across the room carrying an armful of fresh towels to the wash room.
"Good morning, Gwen." She snuggled deeper into her blankets, enjoying the first few moments of the day when the worries of life have yet to set in and the feelings of dreams still linger. She sighed contentedly and let her mind wander. When it alighted on a blond fae who wore too tight pants, she sat bolt upright with a gasp. She was supposed to go into the city today, with only Jareth as an escort.
This was going to be a long day.
The whole time she bathed and prepared to go out, Sarah's mind ran a thousand miles a minute, trying to think of what to do, what to say, while her stomach felt like lead. Should she smile or act indifferent? Should she reprimand him for his advances in the throne room? Should she pretend that it never happened? Should she flirt? Should she be aloof or ask the eager questions she was brimming with?
As Gwen finished her hair, leaving it down, but pulled back from her face, the knock on her door made her heart leap into her throat and her stomach drop below her knees.
This simply wouldn't do.
She shook her head, took a few calming breaths and made a decision. She would be herself, whoever that may be, and keep a reign on her hormones that seemed to react so violently whenever the Goblin King was near. He was just showing her around the city, after all, an innocent, public, tour. She would be fine.
She crossed to the door and opened it to find the fae in question standing relaxed in the hall, his hands casually clasped behind his back. She couldn't help but note the usual high boots, tight breeches, open shirt, and wild hair. Her veins constricted in her belly and the image of him leaning over her, pressing her against the beautiful carvings of her door, came unbidden to her mind.
Shit.
"Good morning, Lady Sarah," Jareth smiled slyly at her.
"Good morning , your Majesty." She bowed her head to him slightly and when she looked back, she thought she caught a brief look of darkness mar his features before vanishing completely. She must have been mistaken, she decided.
"Shall we?" He held out his arm for her which she took after a short, steadying breath. She was relieved he was not so obviously enticing her, as he had the day before, and was reminded of their foot interplay at dinner; both of them hesitant to initiate anything, but both reluctant to pull away.
And so it was for the rest of the day. Jareth was good to his word and took her on an excellent tour of the Goblin City, and not to a secret alleyway to have his way with her (although that did have its appeal). He showed her the markets, the parks, the river port, the inner edges of the Labyrinth, the shops and the crooked streets of goblin houses. He gave her an explanation and brief history of each feature and answered her questions when she posed them. He felt his insides knot up as he showed her the Labyrinth's exit, guarded by the silly armed goblins and their giant machine, but she neither recognized nor remembered anything and he was simultaneously relieved and disappointed. Everywhere they went, the city's inhabitants bowed and smiled, a few goblins even waved energetically at their beloved king. He could hear them whisper as they passed just out of earshot, and he shot a few reprimanding looks when he heard such mutterings as "Labyrinth Champion" or "the girl who solved the great maze". Despite his worry that one of his citizens might say something they oughtn't, he was truly enjoying her company, and he was pleased the feeling seemed to be mutual.
Once Sarah had relaxed, she was able to concentrate on what Jareth was showing her, rather than simply on the heat radiating off his arm holding hers. She was amazed with all that she saw and asked questions about everything. Jareth patiently and happily explained and she did her best to remember everything he told her. She stepped easily into a comfortable repartee with the imposing king and, though he intimidated her, she unintentionally returned his sly smiles and unconsciously touched his arm or played with a strand of her hair more than was purely necessary. It was quite the change from their previous encounters and she was much more comfortable with this friendly, if flirty, banter than she had been with the raw, burning tango they'd been dancing around each other.
"What else can we see?" She turned to face the Goblin King, child-like wonder in her eyes. He thought a moment before answering. He'd spent the morning trying to feel out how much this Sarah was like the one he remembered. She had the same courage, though it was no longer mindless; she had the same inquisitiveness, though it was no longer wary; she had the same stubbornness, though it was no longer immature. He couldn't help but wonder if it was her memory loss or the passage of time that had rendered these changes in her. For his old Sarah would hesitate before laughing so freely in front of him and would never address him as 'your majesty' so easily, without spite or fear. This new Sarah was respectful, but playful; seductive, but timid; mischievous, but without cruelty. How could he make her herself again, if he wasn’t sure who she was anymore?
When she'd beaten his Labyrinth, she'd declared him powerless over her. He could not watch her, could not sense her, could not hear her wishes, could not respond to her call. He could not even hear her call--had she tried to call to him. Even now, as she stood before him in the bustling market in the cool shade cast by the Labyrinthine Palace, eager to see more of his kingdom and it's peoples, he could not take her hand or cast a crystal to take them to the palace gardens in the blink of an eye. His powers simply didn't work on her.
Not that she knew it.
"That is the majority of the city itself, I'm afraid," He answered truthfully and reluctantly. He had quite enjoyed the tour himself but his recent musings had left a shadow over his mind. Was this woman before him truly the girl who had bested him? Was he trying to find similarities and convincing himself that it was merely time that had wrought the changes in her?
Having her so close and yet so far away was torturous. She was no longer a fleeting memory of an untouchable lost love. She was living, breathing and, surprisingly, willing. He could feel himself falling back in love with her. Every eager question, every slight blush, every innocently flirtatious flutter of her eyelids chipped away at the rough and imposing exterior he had bolstered after his defeat. Every time her fingers touched his arm or she let out a soft laugh he felt pangs in his heart along the cracks she had left in it. But then, she would say "your majesty" and she would believe him without reservation and she'd allow him to take her arm and he grew cool again. His Sarah had been his equal; had declared it herself as the world fell around them. This woman before him may be his equal emotionally and intelligently, but she lacked the fire, the power, and the cruelty he had within himself. The same fire, power, and cruelty she had once held in her eyes as a girl.
He could not forget his task; she must remember herself. He must know her, not the mere shell of her. He needs her to look him in the eye and say his name as she once did. His rekindled passion was based on hope and memory and he could not forget that she had crushed him once and may well do it again.
But it would be better to have her remember and rip out his heart again, then to keep the precious echo that she was now.
"What about the Labyrinth?" He whipped around at her question, a rush of anger and regret clouding his eyes and straitening his spine.
"What about the Labyrinth?" He spit back at her, bitterness in his voice.
"May I not see a part of it?" She did not understand his sudden mood swing, but she could be stubborn if she wanted to and was ignorant of his anger's full potential.
"The Labyrinth? The Labyrinth, tra la la?" He said in a mocking sing-song. "It is not a plaything or a tourist attraction for a little girl to visit on a sunny day! It is the ultimate test in perseverance, intelligence, and bravery! You wouldn't make it very far within it's twisting walls and it is much further than you think!" He watched as her eyes narrowed, her lips pursed and her hands slowly turned to fists as he shouted at her. As he finished his outburst, he suddenly caught his breath, desperately wanting to see how she would retaliate. For a moment, she had looked like herself again—a clarity in her green orbs and that hint of cruelty turning the corners of her mouth. She looked as though she may repeat her fateful mockery and declare it a "piece of cake", but just when her mouth opened to parry his verbal attack, a shock of pain erased the anger on her face and her hand reached up to hold her head.
Just as swiftly as his anger had come to him, it left him as he reached out to grab her shoulders and stop her from toppling over. "Sarah, are you alright?" He asked her, surprised at the level of concern in his voice. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice.
"Yes, I—my head…" She squeezed her eyes shut and politely pulled her arms from his grasp. He was disappointed but not surprised when she took a step away from him and admonished himself that he could not make up his mind to laugh at her or comfort her. "I'd like to lie down, I think. Can you please take me back to the castle?"
The softness in her voice revealed her sudden weakness and her withdrawal from the familiar banter they had shared all morning. He let his hands drop to his sides and answered just as dispassionately, turning and walking her slowly and dejectedly back to the castle beyond the goblin city.
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