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Tortured For Love	By : Labyrinthaddict Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 2788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth or The Dark Crystal, or do i make a profit from it. COMPLETE

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Chapter Two
Sometime later, Sarah walked into the house, carrying a bag filled with Jareth’s prescriptions, soup, crackers, and ginger ale for him. She was surprised to see Hoggle sitting on the couch, watching television.
“Hoggle, you're supposed be watching Jareth.”
Hoggle looked at her sheepishly. “I did. He kicked me out.”
Sarah looked at him, stunned. “And you never went back to see if he was okay?”
Hoggle ducked his head down and replied, “I did. He yelled at me to leave then got sick again.”
Almost as if on cue, she heard Jareth throwing up and winced. Hoggle looked sick.
“He must be in a lot of pain,” she said in a worried voice. She quickly dropped her bag on the coffee table and walked into the guest bedroom, quietly opening the door. Jareth was hanging off the bed over the trashcan.
“HOGWART!” Jareth yelled before his voice quieted. “I told you to leave! I don’t need a babysitter!” His voice sounded scratchy.
"It’s me,” Sarah said softly.
Jareth looked up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled at her, looking her up and down before giving her a leering smile as his eyes roved over her chest.
Sarah felt uncomfortable and crossed her arms over her chest, blocking his view.
He pouted. “My, my, Sarah - you grew up.”
“I’m not fifteen anymore,” she told him.
“No, you’re not.” He smirked sexily at her.
“You’re a pig,” she told him.
He smiled at her and she could tell it hurt him to do so.
She walked over to the desk in the corner of the room and grabbed the chair, putting it next to the bed and sitting down. “How do you feel?” she asked gently.
“I hurt everywhere,” he told her. She nodded and he continued. “I vomit- When will that stop?” he said warily.
“I guess it’s from the pain and not eating properly,” she told him. He merely looked at her. “When did you last eat?” she asked curiously.
He thought for a moment. “Ten years ago.”
Sarah held her mouth open in shock. “Wow... Okay, didn’t they feed you at all?”
“Bread and water... Or they would throw their food at me.”
“Bastards,” Sarah said under her breath.
Jareth looked at her and raised his eyebrow. He never heard her swear before.
“I'm going to get you cleaned up, change your clothes, cook you dinner, and give you your medication,” she told him sternly.
“So you’re going to bathe me?” he said with a teasing smile.
Sarah blushed and ducked her head to look down at the floor. She took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. “I will help you into the tub, but after that you are on your own.”
“So, no washing the places I can’t reach?” He smiled at her.
“You’re a pervert. You’re lucky you’re already bruised or I would punch you.”
“Oh, really? You’re going to get violent? I might like that,” he told her.
She wasn’t sure if he was teasing and flirting with her or if he was being serious. “Ugh! You’re such a man,” she huffed and walked into the bathroom attached to the bedroom to start up the water.
“I don’t know how to reply to that,” he called to her then started to cough.
She came out of the bathroom, laughing and shaking her head. She walked to the bed, looking down at him. “Okay… Let’s try to get you to sit up,” she said, helping him into a sitting position. Then she helped him turn his body around so his feet touched the floor. Tossing the blankets off his legs and helped him stand up, she wrapped his arm around his waist. Even though she did it gently, he still hissed in pain. “Sorry,” she whispered, putting his arm around her neck. They walked into the bathroom, but before he got in, she took off his bandages. “Make sure you clean them really good,” she told him in a motherly voice.
He nodded his head then looked down. “What about my pants?”
Sarah looked down at them. "Leave them on.”
She helped him to get into the tub, Jareth slowly lowering himself in and stretching his feet out. The tub was rather large and so he had a lot of room to move.
“I know it probably hurts, but just lie back. I put a pillow there,” she told him softly.
He laid back against the pillow, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them and looking at Sarah.
“Here is the cloth and the soap,” she said as she handed them to him.
He took them, looking at her sadly.
“You can give me that look all you want, but I am not washing you.”
He started to wash himself.
“I will come back in a moment to wash your hair.”
He smiled at her and she smiled back before going back into the bedroom. She took the bag out of the trashcan, tied it up, and took it out back to a bigger garbage can. Back in the bedroom, she put a new bag in the trashcan and tidied the blankets for him. She walked to the dresser and pulled out a pair of flannel pajamas, placing them on the bed. She walked back into the bathroom, leaning on the doorframe, watching him sadly. He looked deep in thought as he washed himself. She couldn’t believe that he was here and back in here life when she'd actually thought she would never see him again.
She cleared her throat and he looked up at her. “Are you ready for me to wash your hair?” she asked.
He nodded his head and she walked over to the tub. He watched her lean over his legs to turn the water on then walk over to the sink, kneeling down and opening the cupboard doors underneath. When she knelt next tot he tub again, he saw she'd gotten a pitcher.
“I know this is going to hurt, but can you try to sit up and I will be as quick as I can,” she told him.
He sat up, hissing in pain. She gave him an apologetic smile then put the pitcher in the water, bringing it up to wet his hair. When it was wet, she grabbed a bottle of shampoo.
“I wish I had some more manly shampoo, but all I own is this stuff that smells like tropical flowers,” she told him.
“I’m sure it’s fine,” he told her.
She poured a lot in the palm of her hand then ran her hand through his hair, using her other hand to massage it through. Jareth closed his eyes and moaned. Sarah glanced at him and smiled. I never knew washing hair could be so erotic, she though. She filled the pitcher again, rinsing out the shampoo. Then she poured conditioner into the palm of her hand and repeated the same actions as before.
After his hair was washed, she helped him out of the tub ande wrapped a towel around his waist. She helped him to walk back to the bedroom and sit on the bed.
“These are the only things I could find,” she told him holding, up the pajamas.
He looked at them. “Old boyfriend's?” His voiced was laced with disgust.
“Uhh… No, grandfather's. Don’t worry - they are clean. My grandmother washes his clothes all the time - even after he died,” she told him.
He smiled sadly at her as he took the clothes from her. “How do I get my pants off?” he asked.
“Uh...” She paused, thinking. “Okay, hang onto the towel and I’ll take them off.” He smiled at her again and she looked at him. “You know, you are making it very hard for me to not hit you.” He quickly wiped the smile off his face.
Sarah slid her hands up the side of his leg to his waist, her hands brushing his bare skin. He flinched and she smiled and she did it again. “Who knew the goblin king was ticklish,” she said as she looked up at him, smiling.
He gave her a dirty look that said “If you tell anyone, you will regret it.” She stopped smiling and stuck to the task at hand, pulling his pants down and off. When she pulled them off, she looked at them and realized they were the pants he wore when she defeated him.
She looked up at him sadly. “What do you want me to do with these?”
“Burn them,” he told her.
She looked down at the pants then back at him. “What happened to the shirt that matched them?”
“In the dungeon somewhere,” he told her.
“That’s too bad - I liked this outfit,” she told him sadly, still looking at the pants. She realized what she'd said and lifted her head to look at him and put her hand over her mouth. He raised an eyebrow at her, smirking. She quickly tossed the pants on the floor and grabbed the pajamas bottoms, putting them on the same way she took the others off. Quickly leaving the room, she came back only a few minutes later with the bag she left on the coffee table.
When she walked back in the room, she saw him sitting on the bed, the towel on the floor with the pants.
“I need to put this medicine on your cuts.” She showed him the tube.
He allowed her to put the medicine on the whip marks on his ribs, his stomach, chest, and back. She set the tube aside and handed him a bottle of ginger ale. He took it, looking down at it. When he looked back at her, his expression was confused.
“It’s good for your stomach and you can use it to wash down your pills.”
He just watched her as she opened up one bottle of pills, took one pill out, and gave it to him. “Wait," she said, pulling it back. "Can you take pills? Will these even help?"
“Now that I have no magic, yes, these pills should work,” he told her.
“Okay, good,” she said, handing him the pill and unscrewing the cap off the soda for him.
He took the pill and watched her open another bottle, giving him another pill.
“I hope you like chicken noodle soup and crackers,” she said.
“Yes, I do,” he told her.
“I will go make that for you,” she said as she picked up his pants and towel. “Oh, would you like to watch TV?” He looked at her, confused “Oh, right... You don’t know what that is,” she said.
“No, but I have heard of it,” he told her.
She smiled and dropped the pants and towel on the bed before walking across the room and wheeling a television cart to the end of the bed. She turned it on and handed him the remote. “Here, use this to change the channel.” She picked up the clothes and walked out of the room.
She grabbed the bag from the coffee table and walked to the kitchen, setting it on the table. She took the pants and towel to the laundry room and put the towel in a basket on top of the washer, but debated if she should get rid of his pants or not. She decided against it and stuck them in the basket along with the towel. She walked back into the kitchen and she saw Hoggle standing in front of her. She jumped back in fear.

“God. Hoggle, I thought you left,” she told him.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay first,” he said.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she told him as she grabbed the can of soup out of the bag. She walked over to the stove and bent down and took a pan out of the cupboard. She put the pan on the stove and opened the can, dumping its contents in the pan. She turned the stove on and faced Hoggle.
“I don’t want him taking advantage of you,” he told her.
“I think he is in too much pain to do anything to me,” she told him seriously.
“I won’t put anything past him,” he said.
“I swear to you that I am going to be fine,” she told him.
“Fine, but I will be standing by, waiting for your call,” he told her.
“Fine,” she told him.
Hoggle disappeared in a portal and Sarah smiled. She liked it that all her friends wanted to protect her, but mostly Hoggle did - he may be a coward, but she knew he would do anything to keep her safe and she loved that about him.
Sarah poured the soup into a bowl and grabbed a package of crackers before she put it all on a tray and carried it into the bedroom. She put the tray down over his lap. He slowly grabbed the spoon and put it into the bowl.
“Be careful - it’s hot,” she told him.
He smiled at her and replied, “Yes, Mom.”
"After you eat, you are telling me a story.”
He looked up at her. “A story about a beautiful princess named Sarah who defeated a king?” he smiled at her playfully.
She smiled back. "No. How that"- she gestured to his wounds-"happened to you.”
“Okay,” he said.
She sat on he bed next to him, glancing at the TV. He had a movie on she didn’t recognize. She looked back at him and smiled. She'd never noticed before how boyish he looked. She looked away, watching TV.
After he was done eating, she took the tray and placed in on the desk and moved to sit down in the chair next to the bed. He knew what she was waiting for.
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