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A Time for Reaping	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 2179 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Two

(7 years after Last Resort)

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Jareth walked stealthily through the darkened hallway of their Castle, certain of the intruder's presence. He sensed their location just around the next corner; their fledgling magic glowing as a beacon to his older, more experienced Fae psyche. His soft, brown leather boots silent upon the dark, gray stone floor as he crept closer to the wall's edge. He stopped at the perimeter of the uneven rock wall and cautiously peered around the corner.
The intruder stood just feet away with their back to him, oblivious to his location as they were walking away in search of something. Jareth retracted his face around the corner and quickly conjured a crystal in order to vanquish the intruder. Without hesitation he leapt effortlessly from his hiding place and shouted victory before throwing the crystal directly at the enemy.
"Aha! Found you!" The enemy yelled in surprise and spun around in time to be struck in the chest by the hurling crystal. Silver glitter exploded, littering the air, and coating her entire body until she feared to breathe it into her lungs.
"Ugh! Jareth!" Elizabeth Morton complained loudly, sputtering and coughing glitter. Jareth smirked triumphantly at his stepdaughter, pleased that he'd beaten her at her own game. Elizabeth, or Lizzie as they usually called her, loved hiding in the numerous nooks and crannies of the ancient Castle and sneaking up on the various residents, specifically Jareth and Sarah, and tossing any number of crystals spelled to be nuisances rather than truly harmful.
Quite pleased that he turned the tables on the little, teenaged sneak; Jareth continued smirking and added a chuckle at Lizzie's unsuccessful attempts to remove said glitter. She soon learned that he'd spelled it to be removable only by magic and only by him.
"What'd you put in that thing, superglue?" She groused brushing and shaking her shirt, pants and long brown hair without improvement. Jareth leaned against a wall, propped up one leg, and casually inspected his brown gloved fingers.
"Nothing so mundane, my Dear, just increased the adhesiveness of the spell a bit."
"Well...Unadhesive it! I'll never get this stuff off of me." Lizzie tried conjuring a cleaning crystal which didn't help. She could remove her ruined clothes but she couldn't very well remove her face!
"First, I'd like your word that you'll not terrorize the Castle residents with your sneak attacks in the future; especially your mother and I." Jareth's fingers ceased being so fascinating and he stared seriously at Lizzie, posture otherwise still relaxed against the wall.
Lizzie huffed in irritation, causing the loose glitter in the air to swirl. "But it's so boring! I never get to go anywhere except to visit family Above or the Castle grounds or the Goblin City. And there isn't anyone here my age, let alone my species."
"Lizzie, you are but a young lady of fifteen whose Fae transformation is not yet complete. The Underground is a dangerous realm for all but especially someone of your situation. I've explained this to you before." He said patiently.
"But I've learned so many spells already and girls my age go out all the time!" She whined a bit and Jareth thought he saw one of her feet stomp slightly; so much like her mother at the same age.
"But you are no longer fully Mortal so while your body and mind may be similar to a Mortal fifteen year female there are many physical and emotional changes that are yet unfinished. Lizzie, my Dear, you have centuries before you, you must learn more constructive activities. If you're bored now I cannot imagine what you will do with your time in the coming years." He explained stepping away from the wall to approach her, his tone serious. "What about your friends; Ludo, Sir Didymus, and that pixie...What is her name?"
"Alia, they're great but I need more. I need...I don't know..." She frowned and cast her eyes towards the floor, unwilling to admit to Jareth what she needed. He cupped her chin and gently raised her glitter encrusted face. Her eyes appeared a bit sad which was inconsistent with the festive look to her glittery eyelashes. Yes, so much like her mother at the same age; smart, sassy, stunning, and always looking for an adventure.
"I think I understand. Friends are wonderful but they are unable to fulfill all of a person's emotional needs, correct?" Lizzie shrugged and glanced away, embarrassed to be having this conversation with any of the adults in her life. Jareth observed how she found the wall next to them acutely intriguing and chose to take pity on her. Snapping his fingers once, her clothes and body were instantly glitter-free.
"No more sneak attacks. Understood?" He commanded and added a light caress to her face as he released her chin.
"Understood." She agreed reluctantly, the corners of her mouth curling down. Jareth wrapped his arm around her shoulders in a fatherly manner and guided her towards the library.
"We shall find you something more constructive to occupy your time. Something to improve both your character and your mind while keeping you entertained as well. Hmmm?" He offered and Lizzie sighed and walked along willingly.
"Sure, if you think it exists, I'm game to try." She replied but sounded distinctly bored. Jareth chuckled again remembering his own youthful need for escapades; then abruptly sobered as he also remembered how often his exuberance became misadventure and hoped to guide Lizzie to a smoother path.
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Immediately upon returning from their visits Above seven years prior Sarah and Jareth realized the alarming time differentials. Jareth was aware that the normal ratio between the realms averaged six months Above to one Below, however the twenty years after she became Champion seemed to have passed equally between the realms; at least as far as the Goblin Kingdom was concerned.
Jareth explained that his ability to control time flowed directly from The Labyrinth; he knew of no others in the Underground possessing of this power. He had not invoked the power during those twenty years and yet never noticed the time adjustment either. Jareth now comprehended that more time should've passed in the Aboveground; one more sign of The Labyrinth's manipulation of their perceptions, as well as physical time. Her initial victory presenting it with much more freedom than either felt comfortable considering in depth.
Sarah confronted The Labyrinth soon after the insight. Where would its tampering end? So many entanglements, she feared she untangled the proverbial Gordian Knot; perhaps her solution should be fitting, a bold stroke against it. After many hours spent in the Power Chamber beneath the Castle, she obtained the desired confession of its tampering with time and also learned a great deal regarding its ability to control time throughout all dimensions. Ever since that first month back Sarah began spending more time communing with The Labyrinth trying to understand this powerful, enigmatic being.
If time remained unaltered they would be unable to maintain a semblance of a normal life with their relations Above; approximately five to six years for every one Below—unacceptable! Lizzie's grandparents would be long dead by the time she turned eighteen. Determined to provide her daughter with something near normal she commanded The Labyrinth to synchronize time in the Castle, the Goblin City, and the surrounding area controlled by The Labyrinth and their persons with Aboveground time until further notice.
Therefore, anywhere they traveled at any time in the Underground their personal time would remain equal to the Above; of course this created a problem of time slips when they traveled in the Underground outside of The Labyrinth's immediate control. Mainly inconvenient when dealing with other residents of the Underground, these time slips caused them to intermittently 'phase' in and out at unexpected intervals.
It was all very complex and mind-numbing if Sarah thought about it for too long. She just knew that from now on whenever they visited Above one week would equal one week and so on and so forth until she commanded The Labyrinth to reset time to its natural ratio. And that they had to be cautious when traveling outside The Labyrinth.
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"Sarah?" Jareth called into their joint chambers, searching for his wife and soulmate. Once they survived the traumatic trip back to The Labyrinth from Above seven years ago and settled in after a time; he suggested remodeling his chambers to better suit the two of them. Sarah adored the dark wood furniture and décor but desired a bit more lightening.
Using magic they expanded the bedroom and added a larger balcony facing the setting Underground sun. Jareth added a second office attached to his own so they could both maintain privacy when needed. Sarah scoffed at the idea but once running of the Goblin Kingdom fell mainly upon her shoulders she rescinded her earlier comments. Always by her side, Jareth supported her in any manner possible; unfortunately he could no longer command The Labyrinth nor be summoned for wished any children directly so he relied on his Bond with Sarah and her communication to keep his role as Goblin King more than merely supportive.
Many months of adjustment were required for Jareth to accept his new, reduced role within the Kingdom. Sarah needed constant instruction, magic lessons, and a great deal of emotional support to adapt to her expansive role as Goblin Queen; once he focused on her needs and what was best for the Kingdom, he found himself settling easily into the role of frontline, supportive King. Something he never considered himself capable of before and took as a challenge rather than a diminishment.
They also enlarged the bathroom and added a much larger sunken tub, which is where Jareth found Sarah lounging in the steaming water; her usual haunt after a long day serving as Goblin Queen. The steam did wonderful things to her midnight hair; it hung in long, soaked tendrils from her head and floated in dark swirls as she rested at the marble edge. Unable to join her throughout her full duties today, he was impatient to spend time with his love.
Jareth approached her from behind; he could hear her humming a tune reminisce of their Ballroom Dance so many years ago, her hands drifting lazily in the sudsy water. A single wave of his hand vanished his brown leather pants, boots, and waistcoat along with the deep, burgundy silk shirt; leaving him naked. Carefully he stepped to the side of the tub, sat on the edge and slipped into the delicious, sudsy water.
Sarah opened her eyes and without moving her head from its relaxed position, looked at him. "Mmmm...Finally decided to join me?" She beckoned him closer with one hand dripping with lavender scented suds.
"The skirmish reached an early and an agreeable conclusion." Jareth graceful sloshed through the water to her sit by her side and released a deep sigh as the heat worked at his tight muscles.
"Did it?" Sarah's head lolled on its side towards him, her brilliant emerald eyes searching his mismatched ice blue ones. "So the glitter bomb worked? I knew my old trick on you would come in handy again one day."
"Aha, Precious, I did add my own improvement to your spell." He leaned forward and kissed her passionately which she returned in full.
"Improvement?"
"I may have added a certain amount of...permanent adhesiveness to the glitter." He murmured against her lips.
"You didn't." She sounded torn between shock and laughter.
"Mmmm...But she seems to have learned the lesson I intended, at least for the present." Jareth slipped his hands around her waist and moved his lips to her throat. Sarah felt herself warming further and not because of the water. Her eyes closed and she moaned as Jareth kissed his way across her collarbone and his hands worked they way up to her breasts.
"Oh, Jareth." She leaned her head back further on the tub's edge bringing her chest closer to the water's surface and he didn't hesitant to take advantage. He wrapped an arm around her waist and rolled them both in the water until Sarah sat on his lap; her long tresses flinging water as she laughed in surprise and settled on his lap.
Jareth gazed up at his strong, beautiful Goblin Queen; straddling him and dripping of water she was a vision worthy of the grandest sea nymphs. He'd grown hard as soon as he'd seen her naked in the water and now with her blazing above him his impatience grew as well. Every year with his Sarah was never enough; he could never tire of making love with her.
"Jareth," Sarah gasped as she wiggled her hips and seated herself upon his manhood; a movement so practiced and anticipated by them both it took no effort to reach full penetration. Always he filled her to an ecstasy she'd never reached before him. Jareth clasped her to him as he bucked his hips and she quickly matched his rhythm. Water splashed violently around them as they increased their pace, striving for completion.
Sarah arched her back and grabbed his shoulders as he thrust aggressively into her; his own head banging into the marble tub edge as his orgasm tightened. Sarah felt him harden further which sparked her own orgasm; she screamed and ground herself upon him and they both reached bliss together.
"Sarah...Love!" He gasped pulling her down onto him for one last deep thrust. Jareth reached up and caressed her face, pulled her down for a deep kiss before she snuggled onto his chest; her head on his shoulder just above the water.
"Seven years...seven years and it's just as amazing as the first time." Sarah whispered into his neck.
"Though thankfully not as perplexing or violent," He amended.
"Oh, I don't know, I rather think we still have some violence lurking about." She said her voice seductive causing Jareth to groan and tighten his embrace.
"Oh...the evil thoughts you inspire, later..." He sighed and Sarah shivered in anticipation knowing Jareth's proclivity for creative sex, a penchant she fully supported. "And we have forever, my Love." He added. "Speaking of forever, Lizzie's reason for her sneak attacks was boredom."
"You're kidding." Sarcasm and disbelief laced her voice.
"I'm afraid not. Our lovely girl who has everything she could practically ever want at her fingertips is bored." He stated as they relaxed together in the delightfully warm water. The water temperature would stay perfect as long they as they remained in the tub; and Jareth's intentions for the moment were to stay. Once they exited the tub the water would automatically drain and clean itself.
"Teenagers, what are we going to do with her?" She asked without raising her head from his shoulder. "There's enough trouble in the Kingdom with the last of the new fortifications; I really don't have time to find new entertainment for Lizzie."
"I've upgraded her spell book for now. A few dozen new complex yet harmless spells should keep her occupied for awhile. However, I think the problem may go deeper than simple boredom."
"How so?"
"I suspect that the lovely, young lady desires a boyfriend." Jareth stated bluntly which brought Sarah sitting upright next to him.
"What? Oh no, she's too young for a boyfriend. Absolutely not!" Jareth enjoyed the passionate protective streak Sarah displayed towards Lizzie but it wasn't always rational.
"Sarah, she's the same age as you were when we met and while she's now Fae and aging slower, she still thinks as a Mortal and her body is currently the physical age of a fifteen year old Mortal since her change isn't complete." He rationalized his voice soothing.
"My point exactly! I don't want her meeting any Lotharios. You were a very bad influence on me!"
Jareth laughed at her indignant tone. "Surely you trust your daughter to know that type of young men to avoid. I'd prefer to think I've done my part educating her by her very knowledge of me." Jareth smugly stated which Sarah ignored, thinking it best.
"She's fifteen! When it comes to boys, I wouldn't trust any teenager to make a good decision. And don't you dare laugh!" Sarah swatted his arm trying to maintain her righteous maternal anger.
"There must be a compromise achieved. Eventually she must meet young men; we cannot sequester her in the Castle forever."
"Why not? We're happy. She's safe here. We can protect her." Sarah stated irrationally with a pout and Jareth pulled her back into his embrace.
"Precious, she must learn to live her own life. We do her a disservice confining her to the Castle. Her friends are goblins, rock callers, and pixies. She knows no other Fae, rarely meets other Mortals during our Above visits; we cannot isolate her forever."
"I know...it's just been so dangerous with the rebuilding and her change to Fae has been so slow. I wanted her to be fully Fae before exposing her to the Underground proper. And the unpredictable time slips complicate it further."
"Yes, I know. But her powers are blossoming, her spells gain strength and complexity every year and soon she will be fully independent. She will be ahead of a true Fae because of her change; even now she's close to the age of majority were we to adjust for her adaptations. Would you not rather be supportive of that independence rather than earn her ire?"
"Of course, it's just so hard to let her go. My baby girl is growing up." Sarah sniffed a bit and rubbed her nose, which Jareth found adorable. Only during the private times did she allow herself to be this vulnerable; the façade of Goblin Queen dropped revealing his precious Sarah in truth.
"And she will be a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman; just like her mother." He asserted caressing her cheek.
"If I didn't know any better, Goblin King, I'd say you were trying to get lucky." She teased glancing up at his face.
"Is it working?" He quipped back.
"Maybe..." She grinned then switched thoughts. "Maybe we should bring her with us to the next Council meeting."
"Ugh...Must you speak of those fools now?" He dropped his hand from her face, his mind and body derailed. "Such pleasant thoughts ruined." He protested. The Council agreed to hear their petition concerning The Labyrinth and The Game for the third time next month. The third time in seven years that they'd attempted to convince the Council to allow them to dismantle the magics sustaining The Game to collect Mortal children. The risk of another Champion allowing The Labyrinth any amount of freedom loomed ever over them. Meanwhile, they increased the challenges to the Runners but they couldn't prevent wished away children.
"I'm serious, Jareth. You're talking about Lizzie wanting to meet boys and have adventures, well, she's sure to find at least one of those at Camlann. And what better way to start introducing to her responsibilities as Princess of the Goblin Kingdom."
He heard the excitement in her voice and knew she hoped to assuage her daughter while keeping her close. "What of the time slips? She has yet to experience one." He asked.
"As you said so clearly, she'll have to learn independence eventually. Besides, I'd rather she experience her first slips with us near." Sarah retorted smugly.
"No fair twisting my words against me." He frowned but his eyes twinkled.
"Well...I did learn from the best."
"True...quite true," his face brightened and this time Sarah laughed at his incredibly vain expression.
"Oh, stop your preening, I'm starving." Sarah stood from the water, "Let's go to an early dinner, shall we?" She offered Jareth a hand up from the water which he accepted and they both stepped from the tub, waved their hands and they were instantly dry and dressed in matching deep, cobalt blue silk and black leather.
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