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Ides of March Ameolioration Chronicles IV	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 1307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ultimate Power

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"So what's got you wound so tight?" Sarah flippantly asked Jareth several minutes after they materialized in her apartment and his spilling of the information had yet to commence. His silent jaw clenching and arms crossed thousand yard stare through her balcony slide door had commenced upon their arrival and her patience rapidly ran out. He stood immobile having dropped his mortal glamour, his normal appearance reflected in the glass.

"Hello...Jareth...you said you'd explain why we had to ditch." She approached him from behind placing a hand upon his lower back and she jumped when he flinched at her touch; he turned his head to face her, an inscrutable look on his face. What the hell?

"Sarah, my apologies," he said in a slightly distant voice keeping his arms crossed over his chest. "I seemed to have allowed my memories to run away with me."

'Which are considerable given your age.' His voice chimed in. 'By the by, are we still counting?' Jareth ignored his inner commentary as he focused on Sarah.

"What's wrong?" She asked in a softer voice and slipped her arm around his waist laying her head on his shoulder while he resumed staring at the night through her large, glass door.

"My dear, have you ever heard of the Illuminati?" Jareth inquired in an erudite voice, the non-sequitur stunning her for a moment and causing her to raise her head from his shoulder.

"What? Uh...yes, I've heard of them. Why?"

"Well, a couple centuries ago the Illuminati decided they had business with me." Then he chuckled dryly before amending,"Or perhaps I should say I dealt with the Illuminati." His explanation stalled as his memories overwhelmed him.

'Don't go down that road, old boy. Nothing but pain.' His conscience urged him away from them. Jareth tried thinking instead of the Napoleonic binge drinking he indulged in a few decades later while he still healed from the physical and emotional wounds inflicted upon him by the Illuminati over a period of days.

"Ok, I'll bite. Why would an 18th century group of freethinking, enlightened men have business with you?"

"They were much more then freethinkers, my dear. The original Illuminati were alchemists and sorcerers on an eternal quest for power and knowledge." He replied so flatly that Sarah missed the pain in his voice.

"The still doesn't explain what they wanted with you." She responded a tad sarcastically with a playful nudge to his side; he eyed her with exasperation.

"I didn't exactly conduct interviews while I fought my way out of their trap killing all that I found but I'm quite sure it entailed nothing good for me due to the physical scars which took decades to heal." He replied in a withering voice turning at last to face her.

"Oh, Jareth, I'm sorry." Remorse filled her as she snapped to the sting he expressed. Sarah laid a hand on his chest feeling his rapid heartbeat and her fingers bumped the outline of his large pendant hidden beneath his loose silk shirt. The odd pendant only separated from him during their lovemaking and even then only by a few feet. Strange how she rarely thought about it being so used to it as a part of his appearance.

"It's nothing. Pathetic mortal sorcerers playing with powers beyond their comprehension, the Illuminati were not the first and obviously not the last." Distain seeped from his voice as he attempted to play off his agonizing past. The downside about being immortal—you never age or deteriorate therefore your memories never dull. Events from over two hundred years ago can be a detailed and cutting as yesterday with the proper stimulus.

"Denial, thy name is friend.' Jareth's voice proclaimed sagely.

"How many?" Sarah asked pulling him from his mind.

He arched a brow. "Times or sorcerers?" He quipped but when she didn't rise to the joke he added. "The Illuminati were the last real threat to me; there have been skirmishes large and small over the centuries before and after with various small groups and individuals, some more pathetic than others."

"But what do they want? You must've discovered something after all this time."

"They all want the same thing, Sarah, as I said. Power, knowledge, magic, many search for the fabled Philosopher's Stone or some similar object and for some asinine reason every few centuries some sorcerer believes I'm connected to it." He glanced down as he felt her fiddling with the edge of his pendant through his shirt a curious expression on her face. Placing one hand over her hands he stilled her motions, waiting until she met his gaze.

"They want your pendant don't they?" She questioned pensively, her eyes probing, her teeth biting her lower lip.

"Among other things, I suspect even they're not entirely sure what they want just that it's connected to me somehow." He squeezed her hands and used his other hand to comb his long hair. "Bloody hell, Sarah, I'm not even sure how these mortals find me, just that ever since mortals used magic eventually some will locate me."

"And one found you tonight." She stated, understanding where this conversation led. He nodded.

"A weak trickster, I hesitate to name him sorcerer but I've learned to avoid these dilettantes when possible."

She hated to ask her next question but she needed to know. "Do you...do you think he found you because of the amount of magic you were using tonight?" Jareth cocked his head and stepped back from her.

"This concerns you." It wasn't a question but she heard the thin line of anxiety in his voice. He looked shocked even.

"No, not exactly." She quickly covered.

"Sarah, don't lie to me. You know how difficult this year has been for me adapting to your wishes." Difficult merely spoke to the tip of his struggles and yet he counted them worthwhile if they earned Sarah's trust and love, especially after his abhorrent behavior.

"I know but, Jareth, to be fair, I never asked or expected you to give up using magic around me. That was your own doing. I just requested you cease your controlling behaviors, especially magic." She responded feeling suddenly defensive. His reduced magic use had made her feel safer; less threatened and yet somehow guilty, after all he was a creature of magic...wasn't he? What right of hers did she claim to change him?

His hands dropped from hers and he moved away. "But you've enjoy it, correct? Enjoyed feeling like I was mortal, liking your control returned." He snidely replied. "But I'm not mortal, Sarah."

"That's not fair." Now her turn to cross her arms, Sarah moved a few steps farther from Jareth. How did this discussion change so fast? "I never wanted you to stop using your magic."

"You don't deny enjoying it! And you've not said anything for months until today, why?" He moved closer to her again, his anger more evident in his tense body. "Afraid I might pick up bad habits again?" His accusation cut her deeply. Sarah gasped shaking her head no but said nothing. Could he be right? Did she enjoy feeling in control so much, especially of such a powerful man, no...Not a man, a powerful, male being? His magic never bothered her before, she barely noticed because it was just Jareth, her friend...

'That's before he took it too far, crossed lines.' Tutu clearly stated.

'But I'm not like that...I'm not...' And her mental voice sounded lame even to her.

Tutu 'tsked' at her, 'A hypocrite? A massive control freak?' Sarah felt so conflicted. Things were never this complicated before.

'Your relationship with him was never so serious before either, Sarah.'

"I chose to use less magic in your presence, true." Jareth said in a calmer voice, interrupting her internal thoughts. "I've wanted to prove to you that you can trust me in all areas great and small. I needed to because last year taught me more about my nature then I thought possible and while I may be of magic it does not rule me." He watched her eyes dart to and from his eyes nervously then said sorrowfully. "I'm sorry you're so confused about what you want from me."

"I'm not confused." She retorted and Jareth bestowed a dubious look upon her.

"Sarah, please don't lie to me or yourself. It's unbecoming." He declared and at that moment Sarah understood what it meant to be regal, at least to be in the presence of regal as he exuded the royal quality while she shrunk in her own estimation. Jareth gazed down at her with such a regretful look that her heart fractured just a bit but neither moved to claim the other. He turned from her walking towards her front door while her foot rooted to her carpet.

"Sarah," he said dully over his shoulder, "Before I go I'll cast a protective ward over your home...just in case. These mortals, sometimes..." he sighed, "well, I'd rather not take any chances. No one besides you or I will be able to enter without permission."

"Thank you, Jareth." She replied still unmoving but staring at his back several feet away. He never turned to face her and after several long moments of shared silence he finally walked away and exited her apartment. Sarah sensed a change in the atmosphere of her home and decided it must be the ward he spoke of being conjured. She hesitated caught in her swirling emotions before racing to her front entrance hoping to catch him before he left but as she flung open the door and started to cry out his name she discovered only loneliness. Having cut of her voice before finishing his name Jareth never heard her and Sarah stood alone in her entryway uncertain how to feel.

'God, I miss him already!' Tutu exclaimed.

'Me, too.'

'Then why—'

'I'm not sure, Tutu. I just...it's not fair to him if I can't accept who and what he is.'

'You don't even KNOW what he is.'

"I know. But the strange thing is the way he talks sometimes I wonder he even knows.'

'Ok, now you're freaking me out.' Tutu stated with a side order of back peddling. Sarah closed her front door deciding to try to rest for the present. Work beckoned in the morning and required her full attention as competition for the next partner selection heated up and she hoped to be the next one by the end of the year. Jareth and her concerns about their relationship would have to wait for a day.

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Rafferty left the club in a mad rush eager to return to home with his prize; the two glasses from the man and woman. As long as both glasses bore traces of their physical imprint his Revealing Spell should work. As much as he desired to follow the couple as they departed Rafferty knew he needed to discover more before taking that next step. Upon arriving home he secured the two glasses in his study and quickly called a compatriot.

"Hello?"

"Doug, you'll never believe what's happened tonight!"

"Rafe? Why are you calling me? I thought we told you never to—" Rafferty cut off Doug's irate voice with his own excited one.

"But this is important! I've found it!"

"What? It it? Doug said full of disbelief.

"Yes! After all these years, finally!"

"Okay, say I believe you. Where is it?"

"Well, that's the thing...it's not really an it but more of a he and I found it while I was...uh...at a...dance club." Rafferty cringed at Doug's hysterical laughter as he belatedly realized how ridiculous his declaration sounded.

"Wait, let me get this straight. You found the Source, which is a man not a Stone as the ancient texts say, at a dance club?"

"Uh-huh." Rafferty mumbled as Doug resumed laughing though the telephone receiver.

"Are you insane?"

"Look, I know how this sounds—"

"No, I really don't think you do, Rafe."

"I'm not crazy and I'm not lying, Doug! I can prove it!" He vehemently said. "I have physical imprints"

"Right, sure you do. Rafe, this is the reason you were voted out in last year, always making wild claims and you're a hack sorcerer."

"You're an asshole, Doug, but at least I always thought you were a friend."

"I tried to help, I really did."

"Then help me this last time. Come over while I do a Revealing Spell and see for yourself." There was a long pause over the phone before Doug answered. Rafferty rarely offered to share his so called proof, maybe there might be something to this.

"Alright, I'll be over in an hour. If there's anything to this we'll follow up first before we inform the Elders otherwise you'll get me be barred as well."

"Deal." Rafferty hung up his phone with a wide grin. This was his ticket back into the Illuminati and maybe ultimate power if he played his hand properly. "Kick me out, I'll show them who's a hack sorcerer!"
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