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Sacrifices	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 9590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sarah woke up late, and alone. Though there was a note.
I apologize at my departure, my love. I would have much preferred watching you wake in my arms. I was called upon and had to take care of my kingly duties. I left you a gift on your desk. Until tonight. Your eternal slave, Jareth.
She smiled and reread it then looked at the desk. There was a large cup of coffee and chocolate doughnut covered in gooey frosting and sprinkles thoughtfully placed upon a rather ornate plate waiting for her.
"Coffee and chocolate? Without asking? Oh you are the man of my dreams." She said, her mouth watering as she threw the covers back and got out of bed.
She showered and dressed. As she left she grabbed the coffee and doughnut to take with her. Oddly enough she felt energized not tired after her night of passion with Jareth. Like electricity was zinging around inside of her body.
She climbed into her car and made to drive to the work site, smiling and singing to Bowie playing on the radio. She ate her delicious doughnut and drank her coffee, thinking of him.
She was a few miles away from the site when it happened. She saw an animal on the road up ahead and pressed on the brake to slow down.
Nothing. A fear grew as she pumped the brakes and she just kept on careening down the bumpy road. She swerved and missed the furry thing, but in doing so her car slid down into the ditch at the side of the road, stopping only when obstructed.
Her heart pounding with fear she climbed out of the car and up to the roadway. shocked. The front of the car took the most damage, and she figured it was probably undriveable. "Thank goodness I got the insurance." She said, wondering what she should do.
It was closer to go to the work site than back to town, and O'Donnell had a phone set up there. She grabbed her bag out of the car and set to walking. Almost 45 minutes later she arrived hot and dusty from her trek.
"Where the hell have you been Williams!" The professor bellowed."If you can't take this job seriously maybe you should just go home!"
"I'm so sorry...I was on my way...my car, the brakes failed and I ended up in a ditch down the way. I need to call a towtruck." She answered, hoping he would let her off the hook this once.
His jaw clenched but he backed off. "Fine. Use the phone. Make it quick."
She called and gave the service her information. They would take it to a shop and get back to her at the inn later.
She went to work, a bit battered from being jostled around in the car, but otherwise she felt okay except for the leftover nerves of the brake failure.
She worked as well as she could in the pit but her hands were shaking.
"Sarah, I just heard what happened. Are you okay?" Danny asked as he got down next to her. "I'll give you a ride later if you need me too."
"Thanks I would appreciate that. I probably won't be able to get another car until tomorrow sometime." She answered. "I'm fine, just a little frayed around the edges."
"What about your boyfriend, Jim?" He replied.
"Jay. He had to leave and attend to some business today. He'll be back, later or tomorrow." She answered.
"Oh This is useless." She threw down her trowel in frustration. "I can't even concentrate."
"Well, if you were my woman, I wouldn't leave you alone at all. If something like this happened to my girlfriend I would be right there for her." Danny said pointedly.
"Can't help when something comes up. It just happens." She gave him a sharp look.
He scoffed. "What does John do anyway?"
She rolled her eyes inwardly "Import export. That type of thing."
"He's probably a criminal." Danny said.
Sarah was getting more irritated. "Look, Danny, I know you don't like him, I'm sorry. I really have to try to work, okay?"
He humphed at her and left, Sarah was relieved. She knew he had had a bit of a thing for her in school, but he really needed to move on. Jareth or no Jareth, it wasn't going to happen. Now...she couldn't even imagine being with someone else.
Jareth had once again became the most powerful presence in her life. Except this time he was there, and real. Truthfully he always had been even all those years between then and now.
She shifted and moved earth around, finding a few bits of metal but nothing that seemed significant. It was basically a wasted day as far as she was concerned.
When time was called she was so glad the day was done. It had started out so well and ended up as such crap.
Danny still drove her back to her inn, though he said little. She offered to buy him dinner but he refused.
The mechanic had left a message on her machine saying the car was a loss, the whole front end being bent in and to the side, the axle broken. They had called the rental place and a different car would be driven out to the inn in the morning. They had removed her few belongs that had been in the car and she could pick them up at her convenience.
She dug around and found her prettiest nightie she had packed and ran a bath, wanting to look nice for Jareth. At least she could end her day in his company, she thought.
When she was done she grabbed her book Jareth kept teasing her about and curled up on the bed, but ended up dozing off far too quickly.
A few hours later she woke up, finding Jareth had still not come. Well she thought he hadn't, but on her nightstand sat a crystal.
She picked it up and it popped, sending a puff of glitter in the area. "Oh very funny, Goblin King." She grumbled as she waved it away from her face. In the crystal's place was a piece of paper.
Something has delayed my return to you, precious. I swear I will return as soon as it is possible. Your Devoted Jareth.
The words made her smile, but sad too. He must have sent it through the door he had been using to come to her. She hoped nothing bad had happened.
Sighing, she laid the paper on the nightstand and flipped off the light figuring at least least she would get a good night's sleep.

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Underground:
"Enough." Jareth commanded the group of Kin sitting around the table. "We may have the beginning of a crisis on our hands. Mother, please go on." He bowed to woman sitting next to him.
Danu was tall and slender like most of their people, her hair fell in reddish blond waves down her back, her bright blue eyes remaining calm.
"We have seen worse, but we cannot stand by and let anyone open that doorway. They are getting far too close. I knew I should have insisted on it's destruction." She tapped the table with a long elegant finger.
A dark haired man stood up. "My Lady, How could anyone know of this Labyrinth Stone? Even if there are few old stories around above, who would know to look for that in particular? And know what it was?"
"My departed husband's brother Teimhnín."
Jareth was openly surprised. "Are you certain mother? Uncle helped us create the magic to save us."
"Then he disappeared." She answered. "He is the only one of us with enough power to do so besides you or I, my son. He has not been seen or heard from Underground since the closing. AFTER he had been given new form and went back to look for survivors. He was the only to be able to move through the doorway unassisted besides us. If he stayed above, he could very well be alive. We may not even know him now, Jareth. He has lived among humans for thousands of years. He may be quite changed from the man we once knew."
"Not all humans are bad, Mother." Jareth reminded her.
"You think I do not know this?" She snapped. "Of course they are not all bad. Among them, he would powerful. Power is something that can corrupt so easily. Look what happened to your father."
Jareth opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by Danu holding up her hand. "I do not want to speak of that any longer. I did what I had to do. I do not regret it. My heart aches for Conall every day, but I could not let him live."
"Even though in the end the humans turned on us." A woman pointed out from across the table.
"Yes. We were not able to see the future, Áine. Humans are not chattel, slaves or to be hunted for sport. They are sentient beings." Danu answered. "We are done here."
"Mother I need to speak to you privately." Jareth stopped her, letting the others leave and closing the door. "Sarah believes they have found Laoise's bones."
Those words caused his mother to blanch. Her shoulders hunched forward. She grabbed on to a chair until her knuckles were white. "What can we do from here? Laoise is long to The Summerlands. Have they located Maolán?"
"I do not know if they could. He was never given a proper burial. His bones are scattered to the winds."
"How is your Sarah?" she asked. "Is she well?"
"She is." Jareth smiled picturing her.
Danu saw his eyes soften . "Jareth, she is human. I know you care for her. She had been helpful to us. I would grant her all I could in return but you know this will not end well."
"Maybe she would be willing." Jareth's chin came up. "She is brave enough." He said proudly.
"I am sure she is. It is a sacrifice of everyone and everything she knows. I would welcome her if she agreed, but I will not force her, and you cannot either. It is one thing to move away from your family to marry, it is quite another to choose to die and be reborn in another world. Her family would grieve. It is unlikely she would want to cause such pain."
"I love her." He said quietly. "More than anyone I've ever known. Her spirit, her stubbornness. She is my twin flame."
Danu could not help but feel tremendous sympathy for her youngest child. Jareth had always been her rebellious, impulsive mac.* He had at times walked a thin line between dark and light, but had never crossed it.
This girl had somehow without even trying captured his heart. She was glad to know he was capable of such affection, but on a human woman it was wasted.
"If ultimately she chooses to join us, I will love her as a daughter. Until then, guard yourself." She knew it was futile, that his heart was lost to the girl. As his mother, she had to say it.

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Teimhnín stood staring at the shattered remains of his niece. Though found complete, the damage to her bones was obvious, and pre mortem. He felt a twinge of sadness. An emotion he had not felt for a very long time. The years above had worn him down, the humans petty evil and insidious destruction slowly sucking what compassion he had away. Laoise was the first of his blood to fall to them. His brother had been right. Danu had been a fool. This was the result.
He sensed the Williams girl had been marked from day one. He knew Jareth's magic when he felt it. She reeked of him. Especially today. He had claimed her.
Teimhnín had been able to use the boy's body to watch her since he sensed her mark. Her "Boyfriend" has stayed with her the night before, and he had heard the obvious cries of passion.
They were close to finding the stone. Then he could open the door. He saw the coin around the woman's neck. He would remove it by force if necessary. Then he could do what he needed to do. Eliminate his sister in law and nephews and lead his people in destroying the humans who had forced them into exile and killed so many of them.
He zipped the bag with the remains in it closed, and left the tent.

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Sarah started at her laptop, feeling a little let down. It had been 3 days with no word from Jareth beyond that initial crystal and the note that first night. She was beginning to get a complex.
What if he had just used her? Maybe he was getting her back for beating him by proving how easy he could seduce her.
Working at the site had been miserable. Danny kept making snide remarks about Jareth, the Professor wouldn't have anything to do with her, and it had rained two days straight when she had been cleaning the area that had fell in, making her space a mudpit.
The last 2 nights she had to put plastic bags over her carseat just to drive back to the inn. She had to spend one evening doing laundry at a nearby laundromat because all her clothes were dirty and wet.
She threw the pen she had been holding down in disgust. "Damn it. Why am I sitting around waiting for some guy? Even an immortal magical one? That is NOT me."
She grabbed one of her 2 nicer dresses, a black jersey sheath that wasn't too tight or revealing but accented her curves nicely. Once she got dressed, she put on a little makeup and her matching black pumps and evening bag, and left.
There was a small pub a couple of blocks down. On weekends they had live music. It seemed fairly lively and the local population in her age group congregated there.
She walked in and several heads turned her way. She ordered a drink and found a barstool.
The band was playing rock music and it had a loud thumping beat. She closed her eyes and swayed, singing the lyrics that she knew.
"Care to dance little lass?" Broke her trance. She opened her eyes to find an attractive auburn haired man of around her age smiling with his hand out.
"Why not?" She answered, downing her alcohol and taking his hand. He turned out to be sweet, funny, and a good dancer.
She found herself having a good time. She wasn't particularly attracted to him, but it felt good to flirt and forget her frustration for a while.
They danced several dances mostly fast but one slow one. He swung her around and it made her dizzy after the strong drink she had. "Whoa." she said as she stumbled a little.
"Maybe we should go sit." Her partner suggested. He guided her to a small table and sat across from her. "What's your name?"
His blue eyes reminded her of Jareth and her good feeling started fading. "Sarah."
He took her hand and kissed it. "Glad to meet ya Sarah, friends call me Charlie. You a tourist?"
She shook her head. "No I'm working over at the dig. I'm an archaeologist."
Charlie whistled. "A smart one, we have here. Ya have lovely eyes, Sarah."
"Thank you, you too." She answered. He had a nice smile and she couldn't help returning it. Then she thought of Jareth and her fears of betrayal returned. Where are you? she pushed it out of her mind. No. Not going to give him the satisfaction of crying over him.
A hand wrapped around the back of her neck causing her to freeze. Charlie's eyes grew large as he looked on.
The hand moved her hair out of the way, and she felt warm breath on her ear as he spoke. "Hello love. I was going to ask if you missed me, but as I have found you in the company of this nice gentleman, I am assuming you did not?"
She turned to find angry blue eyes looking into hers. "Jar..Uh. Jay. I just needed to get out. That's all. I've been cooped up in that room every night."
Jareth straightened and offered his gloved hand to Charlie. "Good evening. Please allow me to introduce myself. Jay, Sarah's fiance."
Charlie reminded Sarah of a Jack in the Box, with the speed and bounce he got springing up out of his chair. She would have laughed if the situation were anywhere near amusing. "Sorry Mate. I'm Charlie. We were just takin' a spin on the dance floor and a laugh. Wasn't any more than that."
"It is quite alright, Charlie. Thank you for looking after my beloved."
Jareth sat down in the recently vacated chair. his eyes not leaving hers. "Sarah I understand your need for human interaction, truly I do. However, I arrived while you were dancing and he had his hands all over you. He is lucky I did not throttle him."
Sarah's eyes narrowed. "How dare you. I can dance with who I want, when I want, in whatever way I want. You have no power over me, remember?" She provoked.
Jareth closed his eyes to calm himself. They were in public and it was not the place. Sarah was obviously perturbed at his prolonged absence.
"I am leaving. Shall I wait for you in your room, so that we may speak, or will you accompany me?"
"I want another drink." She knew she was being unreasonable. She didn't care at this point in time. "Do whatever you want."
She left the table and ordered 2 shots of whiskey and downed them both, then left the pub to walk back to the inn.
She went about a block when she was grabbed by the arm and pulled into a alley, finding herself with her face pressed to a brick wall. "What..what do want. I have a few dollars.." She tried to open her bag.
A voice that was almost a growl spoke. "Shut up. I do not want your money. Just let your boyfriend know, I know who he is and *what* he is, and he would do well to tread carefully."
Sarah was scared to the point she couldn't move. "Please don't..oh God.."
"Don't what? Rape you? I should. But I won't. His scent upon you makes me sick." He reached around and squeezed her breast. Hard. It was incredibly painful and she gasped. "Firm, and full, but no one is that tempting."
Sarah fell on the ground. The man was gone. She picked herself up, and crept her way back to the inn.
Her knees were scraped where she had hit the rocky ground, her hand scraped from the bricks and her makeup smudged.
She dug a tissue out of her purse and wiped the blood off and cleaned her face as much as she could before she arrived then dashed through small lobby and up the stairs trying to avoid anyone.
She unlocked her room her hands shaking so hard the key kept slipping.
Once she was inside she locked the door and leaned against it. Her hot angry tears smeared her makeup further.
"Sarah?" Jareth was there beside her, turning her. Seeing her terrorized face, smeared make up and the scrape on her hand, his worry turned to ire and more than a little fear.
"What happened!" He demanded. "Tell me!"
She pushed past him and sat in the desk chair.
Jareth took a few deep breaths. "Tell me, did that boy you were dancing with hurt you? Did he..."
"NO!" Sarah answered. "I mean. No. Charlie didn't do anything to me. It was someone else."
She noticed her breast was throbbing. It was probably bruised. "And he didn't rape me."
"Who? Sarah you must not keep this from me." Jareth was in front of her, kneeling. He saw her scraped knees and he felt the desire to kill.
"I don't know. He said..he knew who you were, and what you were, and that you better be careful. Then he let me go." She was still shaking, badly. Her teeth chattering. "I'm going to be sick." She said and ran to the bathroom, her stomach rolling.
Jareth stood and stared out the window, his jaw clenching. He could hear Sarah retching in the closed bathroom. His mother had been right. Who else would know who he was? Be able to sense him around Sarah. Only his uncle would know. Which meant he was nearby and searching for something. Most likely the stone.
Sarah washed her face and flushed the toilet. She didn't even care Jareth was there. She left the bathroom, stripped off her clothes and naked except for her panties got a night shirt out of the drawer.
"Turn, Sarah." Jareth commanded her. She did.
He walked to her and lifted her arm up. seeing the dark bruising around her breast. "I thought you said he did not assault you."
"I said he didn't rape me. He just grabbed me and squeezed there." She tried to put on her shirt but he stopped her.
She found herself being picked up and laid on the bed, with Jareth looking her over rather closely. It was making her uncomfortable. "What are you doing? I'm cold."
He removed his gloves and touched her breast, which made her flinch as it was tender but he held her fast. "Stay. Let me work."
She watched him lay his fingers on her bruised flesh, and was amazed to see the bruising recede as if he was pulling it inside of himself. She felt tingly where he was touching her skin. He did the same to each knee, then he gestured for her to give him her hand, and he healed that too.
When he was done he pulled her into a sitting position and urged her to hold her arms up, sliding her shirt over her head and pulling it down her body.
After he pulled the covers over her still shaking body, he cupped her face and kissed her. "You should sleep. You have had quite a shock. I will stay with you." He changed into a pair of loose pants of some soft material and climbed into bed, positioning her on her side and wrapping himself around her.
"I will protect you. Now sleep." He stroked her forehead and temples. She found herself instantly sleepy and yawned.
"You put a spell on me didn't you? She asked as she drifted off.
"Yes. No more talk. I have shielded your dreams as well so you will not be disturbed."
She was already in a deep sleep.
He refused to give in to his desire to join her. He stayed there all night, listening, watching, making sure his Sarah was safe.
That for one night, she was where she belonged. Secure in his arms.
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