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Shattered	By : TarnishedArmour Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 7713 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Based upon the work of Jim Henson; specifically Labyrinth, copyright 1986 by Jim Henson & associated parties. I do not own or have legal rights to Labyrinth, etc., or make any profit from them. *Individual disclaimers for other works in

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Jareth felt the sudden change. He tensed, body humming with silent tremors. As he trembled, every torch in the throne room suddenly flared to life.
The floor began to dip downward, a black maw opening in the pit before his throne.
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Sarah saw the opening in the wall before her. Light reflected down the length of the tunnel, sparkling on the last trial.
Crawling, Sarah made her way to the tunnel and saw the sparkles were shards of glass.
Smiling softly, Sarah put her hand on the first part of the tunnel and moved onward, beyond the pain of the body. She was filled with the light of understanding.
Sarah crawled to her King.
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Jareth could hear the soft scrape of glass on stone, the hiss of movement among the shards.
Was she coming?
Was she crawling?
Was she carried?
Eyes focused on the blackness before him, Jareth did not see the cats leave the throne room.
The cats did not have to wait.
Mysteries were clear to cats.
The Prince could not see as they did, for he was only of the race of kings.
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Sarah saw the light become brighter, more intense.
She pulled herself from the tunnel and stood, body covered with the evidence of the blood-priests.
Jareth held his breath, waiting.
"I understand, Jareth," she said, her voice rough, but warm.
"Tell me," he whispered, unable to look away from the vision before him. She wore the pain well.
Sarah took a step forward.
"I am the answer."
Jareth felt his breath quicken. He was helpless in this moment to prevent what would come.
She took another step.
"I am the mystery."
Knuckles white, Jareth leaned forward in his throne, hope finally blooming in his chest, the need, the want, the prayer an exquisite agony.
Sarah now stood just below him, her eyes blazing, one blue, one emerald.
"I am the labyrinth."
Jareth stood as he breathed out the words. "Say it."
"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle at the heart of the labyrinth." She glowed with power and beauty and pain. "For my will is as strong as yours."
Jareth reached to the table beside him, the table prepared for this moment. It had been there when he entered the throne room, waiting. Lifting the cup on the table, he carried it to the vision before him, offering it to her.
Sarah took the cup from Jareth and drank to the dregs. The wine and blood and earth filled her. She threw back her head and gasped as she healed, as magic gripped her and filled her, as her power and senses and understanding grew far beyond anything she could have imagined.
"Thy kingdom is great," Jareth whispered, kneeling before her. "My Queen." The magic swirled around him, touching him, tasting him, and moving on. He was as a pebble in a stream, but witness to that around him. He was shaken to his soul. Never had he dared to dream - and yet.
Sarah slowly came back to herself, feeling the magic stretch within her and curl about her. Raw nerves, agonized skin, broken body - all returned to sweet, sensitive, whole flesh. She had shattered, but had returned to herself.
Sarah looked down at the man kneeling before her, looking into his blue and brown eyes, knowing she had chosen to walk beside him. There would never be a fairytale ending between them, no happily-ever-after. They would laugh and love and fight and destroy and build. They would walk alone. Together, but always alone.
As the intense magic subsided, Jareth felt a kind of balance fill the room. He had no plans for this. He knew nothing of what he was supposed to do. No King had ever written of this.
His magic guided him, his realm guided him. His heart guided him. Producing a crystal in his power hand, he extended it up to Sarah, even as he lowered his head.
"All that I have," he whispered. He offered her everything - including himself.
Sarah felt a dark temptation rise within her. She could steal his power, leave him a broken, pitiful thing, writhing on the floor, begging her to end his days. A cruel smile curved over her lips and she knew he offered her all. She could take all from him, even as she could have accepted her dreams, oh, so long ago. Eyes half closed with the exquisite knowledge she had yet to explore, Sarah lifted her power hand to the sky. She drew forth a perfect crystal, in every way a match to his.
"All that I am," she replied, bringing the crystal down to his upraised hand. Carefully, she pressed her crystal against his.
Jareth's head snapped up. He saw the two crystals merge, lips opening in wonder. The new crystal, made from their magics and willingly combined, drifted delicately upward, growing in size. His now-empty hand pressed against her belly as hers hand cradled his cheek.
Slowly, Jareth wrapped his arms around her hips as she enfolded him in her arms, pressing his head to her chest.
"Sarah," he breathed.
Sarah smiled, closing her eyes in the beauty of the moment.
The crystal grew larger, encompassing the pair in their moment of perfect peace.
Jareth felt his clothing disappear, felt the magic between them rise and reach out. He stood, lifting her with him. As she slid down his body, Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist.
The crystal shimmered and carried them to the tallest tower of the castle, a curious tower with a bowl-shaped roof and no crenellations. There it rested as the magic within grew stronger.
"My love," Sarah whispered, bringing her lips to his as she slid down his body. Slowly, he entered her and the magic between them flared. Sarah arched back with a cry as Jareth did the same.
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All over the kingdom, eyes watched the crystals in the village halls. Children saw only the shadows within the light, not understanding what was before them. Adults saw far more.
"She's not biting," criticized one goblin grasch to his gana.
"Neither is he," she pointed out, just as disappointed.
"She wears collar, they not supposed to bite," another gana said, rolling her eyes. "Grasch!"
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"Never could understand why human-type people had to be so rude," sniffed a little blue worm to his wife.
"Oh, now, it's just the way of things," she replied. "He'll give her a right proper slide soon enough."
"Well, I don't know how it can be a proper slide when he has to go poking into her like that. Just plain rude, if you ask me."
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"Ahem. Well," an old knight said sniffing a bit and blushing under his fur.
"Mm," replied his lady, giving her husband a warm look. "Reminds me of something, but without all the light."
"Really, Rhia," Sir Alphonse Didymus gasped. "The children!" He gestured rather pointedly to the family gathered around their crystal at Didymus Manor.
"Are married with pups of their own," she retorted. "They'd best know what this is about!"
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"Is that magic around them balanced?" one ogre asked his buddies.
"Must be. See, there's no tinting to the light-" his friend responded.
"Oh, shut up!" snapped the ogress next to them. "Just…leave the mystery to it!"
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"Wait," said a merchant just outside his shop in Gainstock. "Are those…clouds?"
"They are," gasped the innkeep's wife, looking up. "And look!"
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Sarah and Jareth felt the magic growing higher, burning brighter, ripping through them and bringing them ecstasy beyond anything they had dreamed existed.
All the while, the deep, slow pulse of the land kept them grounded inside the crystal.
Jagged beams of light shot from the crystal to the gathering clouds, turning the gentle whiteness black.
Inside the giant sphere, Jareth and Sarah collapsed together, dropping to the floor and onto the bed in his chambers.
A little way down the hall, a young man carefully packed his trunk, tears running down his face. He looked toward the room where King and Queen now lay tangled together on the bed.
"Jareth," he whispered.
Thunder ripped across the sky, lightning striking the brilliant sphere now at rest atop the castle, or coming from the sphere.
Sarah and Jareth held each other in their room, shivering with the power that had used them so completely.
"Sarah, are you well?" Jareth asked, feeling strange of a sudden.
"I feel wonderful," she replied, slowly opening her eyes and moving to look at him. "Why do you - OH!"
Sarah stared at Jareth. He looked younger. Before, she would have said he was in his late thirties, maybe even as much as forty. Now, he looked like he was only a few years older than she was, the little lines around his eyes and mouth erased, the weight of worry that had ridden him so long suddenly removed.
"Jareth…" she breathed, touching his face in wonder.
"What is it?" he demanded.
"You look…younger." She didn't let him move to see his reflection in the mirror. "Only a little older than I am…and your eyes…so bright…" Unable to resist, Sarah leaned forward and kissed him.
Jareth moaned softly, responding to her kiss like he would have as a much younger, much greener man. He kissed her, a strange need to touch her, to possess her overwhelming him. His hands found hers, fingers lacing together as he rolled her onto her back. Sarah understood, lifting her legs to help him find his way. They continued to kiss as he slowly pressed forward, filling her. Jareth felt raw, the magic within him searching for Sarah's and finding it, filling her magic as he filled her body.
Sarah gasped into the kiss. She felt herself open completely to Jareth, magic, heart, body, her very soul. The only thing untouched by Jareth was her mind, which was swept along in the sensation of all he was giving to her.
Jareth groaned as he felt Sarah open to him. He was determined to take her, fill her, cherish her, and give to her all she had given to him. He opened to her completely.
As they joined together, the clouds continued to build, turning the afternoon sky black as pitch.
Unaware of anything but each other, Sarah and Jareth rode the passion of heart, body, and magic, flying into the heart of the realm, shattering.
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