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Last Resort	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 7045 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, don't make any money, this is a work of fanfiction.

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Sarah awoke with ragged, gasping breathes; as if she had stopped breathing in her sleep and her primitive brain recognizing the danger had forced her higher brain to consciousness before permanent damage occurred. Her eyes were slow to adjust to the darkness but she gradually saw the familiar outlines of her bedroom. As her breathing normalized she tossed the covers off, suddenly needing fresh air on her overheated body. She felt a migraine approaching at the base of her skull. Sarah sat up in bed with her knees bent and rested her head between her legs.

"What the hell...?" she whispered to herself. 'Was this a panic attack?' She thought. Not that she'd ever experienced a panic attack before; those were never her problem but there's always a first. A wave of nausea made Sarah scramble from her bed and to her bathroom. She retched into her sink, dry heaving, and gagging.

"Oh God...I hate throwing up..." Sarah rinsed her mouth and the sink before returning to her bedroom. The nausea passed and an unusual feeling replaced it; unusual, but strangely familiar like d�j� vu. Can d�j� vu happen in your own bedroom which is assumed to always be familiar?

Following her instincts Sarah left her bedroom and walked down the hall to her daughter's bedroom. Quietly she opened the door until the hallway light illuminated Elizabeth's room enough for her to see her eight year old daughter sleeping soundly and safely in her bed. Sarah released the breath she didn't know she held in relief. One can never be too sure about these kinds of things.

Closing the door silently behind her, Sarah walked to the living room and paced. A strange anxiety filled her, maybe it was a panic attack. After a few minutes of pacing in the dark she ended up on the balcony; the brisk autumn air quickly chilling her through her cotton nightgown. She leaned on the high railing and gazed into the night. The feeling grew more intense as she stared towards Central Park.

'What is this feeling?' as soon as the thought finished a name from her childhood boiled up from her subconscious and passed as a whisper from her lips.

"Jareth..."

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"Sarah!" Her name was the first thing that escape both his mind and his voice as he regained consciousness. Face down into the grass and dead leaves, his nose smelled the overwhelming scents of nature in the mortal realm coupled with his own residual illness from earlier. Jareth groaned both in physical and emotional pain before carefully pushing himself to a kneeling position. He once read that the human body possessed 206 bones; he was quite sure that he had severely bruised all of them. It was still dark and he waited for several minutes for his eyes to adapt to the gloom until he realized that they had already adapted and this was his current normal HUMAN eyesight.

"Bloody hell! How did they survive their Ice Age with senses as crude as this?" He asked aloud but since no one but crazy Charlie was present to hear it and since he had already passed out himself about twenty minutes after Jareth the question went unanswered.

Unsure of his present location and feeling nothing but pain and discomfort, Jareth knew that he needed to focus on the thread that was Sarah to find her direction. He remained in his current kneeling position and drew on meditation techniques taught to him as a youth. His breathing slowed and deepened, his heart rate and blood pressure decreased as he did his best to separate his awareness of his new physical form from his original mind.
He might not possess his magic or Fae physicality anymore but he retained his knowledge and life experience; which were considerable. He accepted that this human body diminished him but only in the physical sense.

'There, a thread, a string of energy pulling me!' The triumphant thought exploded in his mind rushing him back to full consciousness. His mind grasped onto the thread with expert fingers before he could lose the sense of it. His pushed himself to his feet with another, louder groan along with numerous cracking joints and took a moment to find his balance. Taking one last look around before setting off, he noticed an unconscious vagabond-looking person.

"Well, at least someone finds this area peaceful." Charlie answered with a loud, rattling snore.
His mental grasp on Sarah's energy thread tightened; making it simple to follow. As he worked his way through the forest it became apparent that it was actually a large, manmade park with paths winding throughout. It was very late at night; he suspected actually quite early morning, so he passed very few humans...

'People, damn it, I mustn't call them humans. They're PEOPLE.' He reminded himself sternly. He passed very few PEOPLE as he followed the thread. The ones he did pass didn't seem to notice anything odd about him. Except perhaps that he was incessantly brushing at his clothing in a futile attempt to resettle and inspect himself. That's what brought him to a complete stop on one path once his hands reached his hair. His hair!

"What? Where? Ugh...Labyrinth, blast you." He muttered in disgust with a sharp twinge of vanity. "Did you have
to take my hair?" It was impossibly short in the back with longer lengths at the sides and bangs. Jareth knew this particular change wasn't absolutely necessary and suspected the Labyrinth was enjoying a potential last laugh at his expense. He swore he'd succeed if only to gain revenge on the immortal being.
He did his best to shake off the agitation and began walking again, increasing his pace along the thread. It felt like a tingle in his chest subtly drawing him in a specific direction. At the moment it pulled him out of the park and across the street. He sensed Sarah nearby, probably in one of the tall buildings standing guard around the manmade forest.

'What did people call them? Ah, yes, skyscrapers!' He thought and smiled, he could do this, be human for a time. A few weeks are all that mattered after that, 'Ah well, best not to dwell on it.' He reminded himself.
Jareth walked along the sidewalk allowing the thread to lead him and taking care not to gawk like an otherworldly tourist. Until his reflection in a large glass window caught his attention and he stopped to approach the glass. His right hand out stretched to the panel while his left hand touched his face, his butchered hair.

It was him. It wasn't him. His eyes were the same but they were different. The Fae markings were gone, his eyebrows were no longer pointed but his eyes were still mismatched. He turned his head and moved his hair to inspect his ears. They were round, the points gone. His teeth were straight and slightly pointed and his face remained thin, pale, and rather gaunt. His hair, Oh Gods, his hair! Long bangs partially covered his eyes and the hair gradually shortened as it lead to the rear of his scalp. The color was some type of goldish-ash blond; the stunning platinum gone. His body appeared to be the same lean, wiry build with a height of perhaps six foot. He was mundane.

"Hey buddy! You casing the joint?" a harsh voice cut into Jareth's musing.

"Pardon?" Jareth asked as he turned away from the glass to the speaker. A uniformed authority figured stood a few feet away from him.

"Look, I don't know what your problem is but you can't just stand there." The police officer waved his hand towards the window. "You sick? Drunk?"

Jareth shook his head in the negative, "No, officer, I'm in sufficient health and have not been indulging in alcohol."

"Uh-huh. " The officer looked the unusual appearing man from head to toe. He appeared well dressed if odd. "You got someplace to go?"

"Yes. I was en route to a friend's when I was...distracted by my reflection." Jareth indicated the window.

"Your reflection? What? Are you a vampire or something?" At this the officer chuckled at his own joke while

Jareth responded with a thin, false smile. "Indeed. It's my understanding that vampires are unable to see their reflection or am I mistaken? I've just arrived in town and am unaware of certain local customs." Jareth added another thin smile and small head bow.

"A smartass, huh? Look buddy, just head on to your friend's place and get off the streets. It's late and I don't wanna see you out here again." The officer snapped.

"Excellent advice, officer, which I fully intend to accept, good night." Jareth gave another small head bow and quickly turned away towards the thread of energy leading to Sarah. The officer waved him away and watched him suspiciously until Jareth turned the corner at the end of the block.

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Over two hours since Sarah had awakened and still her anxiety remained. It was nearly three in the morning and she felt as though she has just slammed a triple chocolate espresso. Wired. She paced her living room. She tried watching television until the urge to purchase useless gadgets overwhelmed her. She stared off her balcony again where the feeling was strongest then paced some more. Her phone rang causing her heart to skip a beat and she let out a startled yelp before diving to answer it.

"Hello?" She asked in a rushed voice not bothering to check her caller ID.

"Ms. Williams?"

"Yes?"

"It's Alan, the doorman. I'm sorry to disturb you so late." Alan was a middle aged, soft spoken man. He sounded genuinely concerned.

"It's fine Alan. I was awake anyhow. What's wrong?" Alan never called this late unless it was an emergency.

"Well...normally I wouldn't do this but you see..."

"Please just tell me." Sarah's anxiety rocketed.

"There's a man in the lobby asking for you. He says he knows you but he doesn't know your apartment number and he doesn't have any ID on him. He's dressed in expensive but kinda odd clothes. Like one of those Ren Faire guys and looks like he's had a rough night. "Sarah's entire body went numb and she nearly dropped the phone; she stood frozen unable to think. "Ms. Williams? Ms. Williams, are you still there?"

"...yes, yes Alan...I'm here. Did he...did he tell you his name?"

"Yes, ma'am. That's odd, too. Never heard it before. Says his name is...I don't know... Gareth...Jared..."

"Jareth." Sarah stated firmly.

"Yeah, that's it. Jareth. Ms. Williams is this guy on the level? Do you know him?" Sarah collapsed on a nearby chair, phone loosely held in her grasp. What should she say? Should she allow Jareth into her home? Why was he here? After almost 20 years? What if he wanted to harm her or Elizabeth? But wouldn't he have just flown in through the window or rematerialized or whatever it was called, if he intended harm? He is the Goblin King after all, isn't he? Mystical, powerful beings don't get held up by middle aged doormen. Unless it's a trick...

"Ms. Williams, what do you want me tell him?"

"I'm sorry, Alan. " Sarah came to a quick gut decision. "Yes, I know him. It's just that I haven't seen or heard from him for a long time and it took me by surprise. You can send him up. And if you would, please, he may need some assistance with the elevator. He's from a very rural part of Europe and not always familiar with big city technology." Sarah's voice grew more confident the longer she spoke.

"Yes, ma'am, I'll take care of him. And Ms. Williams if you need anything please call me at anytime." Alan's
voice sounded insistent and slightly worried.

"Thank you, Alan. I'll do that." Sarah hung up the phone and fully reclined in the chair allowing her mind to try and catch up with her gut. What the hell was she thinking allowing Jareth into her home? He would be here in minutes, seconds. Finally her childhood chickens, pun intended she told herself, were coming home to roost.

"Oh crap, my nightgown!" Sarah bolted to her bedroom, stripped the nightgown off and quickly scrambled into a mostly clean pair of jeans, sports bra and t-shirt. Then she ran to her bathroom and gave her teeth the fastest brush in her life, washed her face and brushed her hair.
There was a knock at her door forcing her to stop and look at herself in the mirror. Was she primping for the Goblin King? The feeling in her chest intensified until she could barely breathe. He knocked again. She needed to answer the door. Not like she could pretend to be on vacation now.
She ran to the door and paused with her hands on the knob and bolt. Last chance, do or die, now or never. Sarah opened the door.
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