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One last Wish	By : WhisperedWishes Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 2051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, that right goes to Jim Henson. This is just for fun. I make no profit from this.

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Sarah came to slowly, blinking her eyes to rid them of the sleepy haze that covered them. When she moved to sit up, she noticed something strange. She wasn't in the hospital or even her car anymore. She was in a soft bed, covered with a light blue coverlet.
Her eyes focused on the room she was in and she gasped. It was her bedroom.
I'm home! It was just a dream, thank God!
She threw off her covers and made to sit up, but a pain in her hand stopped her. When she looked down, she noticed the bandage wrapped around her hand. She was confused for a second before she remembered the destructive rage she went into after the phonecall from Karen. There was broken glass on the floor. I must have been so exhausted that I can't remember bandaging it before going to bed.
Sarah nodded in acceptance of her deductive reasoning and touched her feet to the cold, wood floor. Standing up, she made her way across her room; when a muffled noise through the floorboards caught her attention.
It sounded very much like voices.
Sarah shrugged. Hmm. I must have left the T.V. on all night. She grabbed a robe off the coat stand next to the door and as she pulled it on, made her way downstairs.
As she got closer to her living room, the muffled voices could be heard clear as day now. One was male, the other was a woman. Sarah flattened against the wall in horror and inched closer to the doorway leading into the living room.
Someone's in my house! Her thoughts raced as to who would break into her house, when she caught part of the strangers arguement.
"You just had to do it, did you?" The male asked, anger was clearly evident in his voice.
"I am sorry, but she would have made the trip here rather time-consuming. TIme is running out."
Sarah stifled a gasp. Not possible! I didn't go anywhere last night!
"You knocked her unconscious! Tell me the truth, you just didn't want to have to deal with her delicate 'mortal' sensibilities, did you?" The man yelled.
There was a pause, and Sarah leaned closer to the entrance, intrigued by the male's voice. Why did he sound so familiar? Why did they both sound so damned familiar.
It was then that the woman spoke again."I wanted to drive and she was against it."
The man sighed, "I cannot believe that THAT is the reason that lead you to knock her unconscious. You honestly just wanted to drive the blasted thing? Well, if you had expressed an interest in driving, why didn't she just let you?"
Another pause allowed Sarah to think more about last night, about what was so important about these two. The answer was just out of her grasp. She turned again to the doorway, her ear right at the edge of the doorjamb. She didn't see the piece of paper on the floor as she stepped closer and her foot slipped, causing her to scramble to stay standing. It was all in vain as she tumbled to the floor, hitting it with a thump. Her hair fell in disarray around her, making it hard for her to see the two figures jumping at the sound. She pushed her self up sitting, looking around for the bat that seemed to have disappeared somewhere. The room was silent as she pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked up, her eyes widening as they took in the sight on knee high polished boots, deep grey pants that led to-a pink tinge darkened her cheeks as she shot her eyes up to lock with his blue mis-matched eyes. She tried to speak but everytime her mouth opened, words failed to form.
The silence only lasted another minute when, as she stood, the man threw his head back and laughed, a rich sound that echoed throughout the room. That seemed only to make her blush deepen over her cheeks.
"Well, I will say this, dear Sarah. You do know how to make an entrance."
She was rooted to the spot and tears blurred her vision as she remembered all that had happened the last two nights. No, not possible. It can't be him! He's- Her thoughts started working into a million different reasons why he shouldn't be standing right there, looking at her like that. Not when he's supposed to be-
Through the tears streaming down her cheeks and the gasping sobs working out of her throat, she slowly moved closer to him, one step at a time.
It wasn't until she was inches from him, that he spoke again, his fingers softly brushing against her cheek.
"Sarah, I..."
Instinct took over as she grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged hard, causing their lips to crash violently together. She nibbled his lips, biting them as she moved her mouth against his. She was pouring every emotion into that kiss. Anger, hate, sorrow, elation, and relief created a heady mix that made her moan. She grabbed the back of his head, winding her hands in his soft blonde locks and deepened the kiss, her tongue first swiping against his lips before dueling with his own.
He moaned against her lips and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her body flush against his. His body may have been lean, but she could feel the wiry muscles tense against her touch.
The outside world melted away at their meeting, it was only the two of them and the rising feelings growing stronger between them.
There was nothing else.
Jareth wasn't sure what he was more shocked by, her tears, or the gloriously savage kiss she was now inflicting on him.
Inflict? Not by a long shot. His heart skipped a beat when she grabbed his head, tangling her fingers in his hair and deepened the kiss. When her tongue first brushed against his, all thought ceased in his mind and he moaned into her mouth. He pulled her against him tightly, feeling every inch of her curves through the thin cotton robe she was wearing.
He wanted more, so much more. The need was a fire raging through his veins, setting his blood aflame. He wanted all of her. He broke away to kiss a trail down her throat and when he licked the hollow of her throat, she whimpered, and he was near undone by the sound.
A clearing of the throat caused Jareth's mind to momentarily clear. He looked down at Sarah and watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she struggled to even her breathing. Her clothes were disheveled, there was a lovely rosy flush to her skin. Locking eyes with her he almost groaned aloud at the wild look in her gaze.
Another clearing of the throat and they both looked up towards the kitchen.
There, standing beside the doorway leading to the kitchen, was Valeria, a pained, but pleased look on her features. "I hate to break up your 'reunion', but I'm afraid time is running out."
He nodded at her, "I hate to say it, but you are correct. Sarah, we need to talk. There are some things that are needing attending to." He directed the last of the sentence at the blushing woman beside him. He turned toward the kitchen and took a step forward. He stopped at her voice.
"It was all real?" Sarah was still dazed by the mind-blowing kiss they had just shared, but her mind was slowly starting to work all the kinks out again. "It WAS real, wasn't it? You showing up at my door, the hospital, Cianan? Oh God, Cianan is real, isn't he? All that blood and...oh God, he..he took your arm! There was so much blood, Jareth. You can't be here, can you? I mean h..h..he KILLED you!"
His eyes closed in pain at her words, he had forgotten all too easily that he may look real, feel real, but that was but a lie. He was nothing more than a shadow, a remnant of his real self. Even he couldn't explain it good enough. What the Labyrinth did to him was beyond even his understanding.
"Jareth, tell me that didn't happen, that none of it happened, please?" Sarah pleaded with him.
Still he didn't turn to face her, to answer her questions. He didn't know how.
"Jareth, please tell me?"
"He is not dead. At least not yet." A small voice murmured from behind them.
They both whirled around at the sound. Jareth's body shook from a potent mix of rage and sorrow. Sarah gasped, stumbling backwards into Jareth, who arm came up around her to keep her from falling down, not believing her eyes.
"A...anna?"
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