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The Once and Future Goblin King - Complete	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3758 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Road to Humanity

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"So I just say those words and I'm back home? Just like that?" My nephew is suspicious; I can hear it in his voice, see it in his narrowed eyes, his blanched face.
"Of course," I say, trying to sound reassuring. "But you must say the words exactly as I've told them to you. No deviations." Oops, that last bit came off a bit threatening. So much for earning his trust, but then I suppose I'd already lost any chance of earning it when I abducted him. Nevermind beating and nearly molesting him against the wall.
"Then I'll be free of this place?"
"You have my word." There now, I know that sounded convincing. I even placed my hand flush to my chest and bowed a little, trying to be gallant. David chewed his lip as he considered my offer, wheels visibly churning as he weighed his severely limited options. Obviously an intelligent, young man, I knew he knew I wove a trap, but he also realized I held all playing chips except one.
"What happens if I miss a word or phrase it wrong?"
Ah, the little sneak. I manifest my swagger stick and swat it lazily against my thigh, again and again. The sound of stinging leather on leather soothed my nerves, and instantly, his eyes were drawn to the action, his pupils dilating. Excellent, men are so easily swayed by hints of violence; I wonder exactly what my striking awoke within him?
"You really don't want to do that, David. There are numerous wrongs turns between here and there." I step back into his personal space, forcing him to stagger away until he's flush to the wall again; really too bad about the lack of trust. Twisting my free hand, I conjure a crystal filled with an image of the mists surrounding the castle and balance it on the tips of my fingers.
"If you were to get lost in the mists," his eyes linger on the crystal, "I might not be able to find you again, my poor nephew," I say in my best fake, sympathy voice as I pout.
He gulped. "You're serious." It wasn't a question.
"I can give you the grand tour if you like."
Head shaking frantically, he answers, "Ah no, I'll say it."
"Good boy." I pat his cheek, ignoring his flinch. So close now, so close to being able to hunt the bastard down; I didn't dare give David space to renege on his agreement. Hovering, I wait for the perfect words to fall from his lips.
"Do you have to stand so close?"
"Just get on with it!" My previous patting hand slides to his neck and sits in a loose curl at the base, not quite choking him but implying the action. Maybe I would hurt family if I don't get what I want. Guess we'll find out.
I feel him shiver, his body pressing my, and his fear liquefies my innards, makes me tingle in all the right spots. It's a delicious sensation! I haven't been next to a real, live person (a real, live man!) since Jareth- and Brain before him. An involuntary moan slips out and I rub myself against him, my hardened nipples grazing my leather with each pass. Then I realize he's looking down at me in horror, stationary, with his arms held almost spread eagle away from me.
"Right then," I say, pulling back a few inches, just enough to separate our bodies. Wow, I really am one critically, fucked- up chick.
"So." He clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably. "I guess I'll just say it."
Readjusting my clothing, I say, "Ready when you are."
David rolls his head until his neck pops, takes a deep breath then says:
"I wish Sarah Williams and I were in my house."
Simple as that the magic of this accursed place whisks us to David's penthouse where I first saw him hours ago. The travel is faster than my teleportation, and cleaner than yanking him through the Veil; it's as if we blinked and the set designers dropped an entirely new home around us complete with aromas and sounds.
I took a chance. I wasn't sure it would work because wishing magic is unpredictable and unstable; it falls somewhere between reality and illusion. While my magic is purely illusionary, meaning if I make a wish it won't work, and the castle's magic is somehow based in reality -also not workable; David falls in between. He's not bound to the castle like I am but he's related to me, and as my relation I suspected he'd have unique talents in the magic department. And sometimes, when a person wants a thing bad enough, like getting back home, wishing magic fills in the gap.
And ta-da! Here we are, standing in his living room encircled by the expensive objects de art I observed through my scrying crystal; and it smells DIVINE. Overwhelmed and still facing David gazing at me in frank amazement, I inhale the scent of the real world. So many smells at once threaten to sterilize my nose: oiled wood, old books, some cooked meat I don't recognize, an odd, mixed, natural scent like pine and plumera, and the very familiar tang of conditioned air. A faint song plays in the background, subtle and easily on the ears yet not soothing to me so used to silence; and the ticking of an antique grandfather clock assaults my ears.
"Oh God..." I whisper, my knees tremble as I'm suddenly light-headed and nauseous. Unable to focus on one thing, the room spins and becomes a blur.
"You okay?" David grips my shoulders and I latch onto his forearms as he lowers me to the floor. Peering up at him crouched over me, I see genuine sympathy in his eyes; I'd forgotten what it looked like, what it felt like. I don't deserve it.
"OH GOD!" It's too much, all too much to absorb at once: the smells, the sounds, and the feel of his plush carpet through my leather gloves as I collapse farther, my fingers digging into the thick fibers. I can't handle the opulence of the real world any more. My head explodes along with my stomach.
"Sarah!" he shouts but I don't realize until later it the first time he's used my given name, the first time anyone real has in almost 200 years.
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I wake up in a strange bed, in a room I don't recognize, still dressed in my leathers minus my boots. My head feels stuffed with cactus and I'd torture someone for a glass of water. Hell, right now I'm so miserable I'd probably just torture them. Then I see a fancy cut-glass pitcher of water on the night stand and I cry.
What the hell is wrong with me? I feel like I'm on hormone overload, but I haven't had a menstrual cycle since I was trapped so it couldn't be PMS. As huge tears run down my face, I sit up and reach for the pitcher and pour a glass. Fresh water! It tastes better than I imagined, clean and crisp as it slides over my tongue and down my throat-gulp after gulp between my sobs, and before long I finish the pitcher.
Thirst quenched, I stand for a moment to get my bearings. I must still be in David's home, in another bedroom I didn't see. I admit I'm rather surprised he allowed me to stay after my less than warm welcome for him. He could've tossed me out on my ass while I was unconscious, and there's not a damn thing I could've done to stop him. But then...he doesn't know that.
Automatically my right wrist rotates and a crystal materializes; another small twist and it's a snake (the oldest tricks are the best). So my magic works; that's good. I'm going to need it once I locate Jareth. Speaking of...time to get moving.
Looking around the room, I see my boots, and walk over to put them on before exiting the luxurious bedroom. I have no idea how long I've been asleep, but it's time to get to work because I also don't know how long the wishing magic will last. It might be permanent or temporary, and if so how much time before I zap back to my prison? I just hope I'm here long enough to take Jareth with me.
"Hey, you're up," David says as he sees me tip-toeing down the hall from his vantage point in his kitchen. Delicious smells of cooking wafted to me and I swear I hear the rarefied sound of frying bacon. God, I haven't had bacon in...Well...I guess a couple hundred years. The castle's menu was redundant to say the least.
"You hungry?" he asks with a knowing smirk as I walk up to the bar overlooking the kitchen counter. He must've heard my stomach growl; I think it his neighbors probably heard it.
"Is that...bacon?" Saliva floods my mouth, making it difficult for me to speak.
"Mm-hmm." He nods and pushes the fork around the pan. "It's difficult to get these days, so I suggest you enjoy it."
"Yeah," I say, nodding dumbly as I sit on a bar stool while I watch him cook. No problem there.
"That's what I thought. You haven't had a decent meal in years, have you?"
My eyes track his hand withdrawing ribboned, crispy slices of pork heaven from the frying grease to a plate with two slices of toast and a white, pudding-like square of something which jiggles when he touches it. A few minutes later and that same plate sits in front of me with a steaming mug of coffee-honest-to-God, real coffee and I can't decide whether to smell it, drink it or bathe in it.
"Haven't had coffee in a while?"
"No, the castle didn't know how to make coffee." David's blank stare reminds me of the huge gulf of time and circumstances separating us.
"Nevermind," I say.
"Sorry, it's just a little hard to deal with when you talk about it so casually." I mumble around the fatty goodness dissolving in my mouth then moan; fully distracted by my culinary vacation, I don't realize he's moved to the stool beside me until he speaks.
"I really would like to understand what happened to you, what that place is...was." For a moment I stop chewing and really pay attention to the man who is my family. Now that we're in his home, I see he's older than I assumed, probably closer to middle-aged but rather youthful. I don't know why I suddenly realize this or think it's important, but my gut is jangling on about more than its hunger pangs. I may be fucked-up but I've learned a few things: one is to always trust my gut.
"You really want to know?" I ask while swirling my bacon remnant through its swathe of grease on the plate. David nods emphatically.
"Then tell me one thing."
"What?"
"What the hell is that white crap?" I point to the pudding-like square jiggling away next to my toast. Laughing, David relaxes and leans both elbows on the counter.
"That is reconstituted protein and minerals. It's good for you."
I poke it with one gloved finger. "It looks awful."
He shrugs. "It's low fat, moderate calories, and all the protein, vitamins and minerals of a full meal."
"So you can live off this?" I wrinkle my nose and withdraw my finger, choosing to resume my bacon munching.
"In theory, but hardly anyone does."
"Why not?"
"'Cause it tastes like crap."
I'm stunned for a few seconds; he's joking with me, after what I've done to him. Again I stop chewing and gape at him, but then the moment passes and we're both laughing so hard we're crying. I almost feel like a human being again; too bad it can't last.
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Lady Augustin: Thanks! Muhahaha! There's an explanation for David's looks which I'll be getting to eventually. Thanks about my other work, I'll feeling good and still loving to writing after 25+ years.
Autumn O'Shea Swan: Well said, :o)
futrCSI1490: I know I am but what are you? LOL! Oh, yes, there's a whole lot of learning coming Sarah's way. Thanks! I'm really excited too!
Shenlong Girl: Sort of...now he's back home but things are just warming up. Thanks!
Bowie's Mistress: LOL, in a way. And now the dysfunctional aunt is back home. That thought had occurred to me but I agree, not fair.
HachimansKitsune: Thanks! Yeah, I knew the 200 year thing would stun everyone, plus Jareth being a part of her family. :o) More bits and pieces are coming!
pastelsummer: Well then I'm honored to have made you change your mind over this fic. Usually Dark Sarah/Jareth tend to just be abusive but I like even my villains to have some character and there to be a plot with the porn. Glad you're enjoying it!
moira hawthorne: Thanks! It's just getting going too.
eidabella: Lucky you! I was finishing this chapter today. Glad you've changed your mind about Dark S/J over my fic. It's always fun to have interesting characters who aren't black and white. Glad that you love it!

A/N: I've been wanted to get this chapter out and today I was really motivated. It's obviously a pivotal chapter and things are really starting to heat up. I can honestly say Jareth won't be appearing for awhile, but lots of things for Sarah to learn before she confronts Jareth. Besides, I promise when J/S finally meet it'll be worth it. Thanks for reading!
Enjoy!
Jinx
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