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One last Wish	By : WhisperedWishes Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 2051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, that right goes to Jim Henson. This is just for fun. I make no profit from this.

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With a rattled gasp, he woke up to find he was sprawled on the ground, no longer an owl. A thick branch lay across his chest, pinning him. Cold, he felt so cold. Fat, wet drops of rain continued to fall all around him. He tried pushing at the branch only to gasp painfully as it slumped back with a thump.

Damned ribs! I am the Goblin King! I will not be beaten by a lowly twig! And with a snarl, he shoved the branch off his chest right beside him. He slumped back onto the ground wincing, taking deep, steadying breaths to combat the darkness threatening his conscious state. He slowly sat up, clutching his side, letting a low hiss escape his clenched teeth.

It felt like his side was being stabbed by a hot poker: it both stung and burned. He was in agony every time he took a breath.

No games this time. I will not let her slip away again. Hoghead be damned.

Slowly he made his way to his feet, grunting in pain and grasping his side, putting pressure on his ribs. Lightening struck the ground but a few feet from him, startling him, and as he jerked, he felt something snap. The pain was immense; He dropped to his knees, letting a pained groan slip.

He silently berated himself, Damn it! Stand up! Think of your future, think of Sarah!

With a resolve of pure adrenaline and stubbornness, he struggled to move. His muscles protested, but finally with one hand clutching his side, he used the other hand to push himself up standing once again, gritting his teeth to the point of cracking them. His breath came in deep, shallow gasps as he started forward, across the park, leaving behind claw marks ripped through the rain-soaked earth and a trail of blood following his every step.

"I must get to her. I must set this right, once and for all."

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Rinngg! Riinngg! Rinngg!

Not now! Damn phone, sometimes I think it has a mind of its own and I was just getting a good start on memorizing these lines, too.

The harsh tones of the phone had cut through her concentration, and with the script momentarily forgotten on the coffee table, the young got up and made her way to the oak desk, where the phone sat shaking slightly from the ringing.

She promptly picked the phone up and answered, "Williams residence, this is Sarah Williams speaking, can I help you?"

The voice on the other line sounded relieved and somewhat breathless as it spoke quickly, "Sarah! Oh thank goodness. Finally I got a hold of you. Look I-"

"Hi Karen, how are you? You do have to work at the hospital tonight, right?"

"Yes I did. Sarah-"

Karen was cut off again, "Great! I want to go see Anna tonight. I have a special gift for her," Sarah picked up a figurine encased in a crystal gazebo and as she tilted it, a few strains of music played slowly. She closed her eyes, trying to remember every beat, every word, and every look. She shook her head as she opened her eyes. Not now of all time. Get out of my head, damn you!

"Sarah, honey listen to me. Okay?" Karen started gently.

Sarah rolled her eyes and replied, "I'm listening, Karen, what is it? What's wrong?"

"Sarah, honey. Anna passed away tonight. We did everything we could, the doct-" the voice faded away as the phone fell to the desk and the music box shattered against the hardwood floor at her feet. She grabbed the table, bracing herself to keep from falling, as her legs became like jello. A strangled sob escaped through clenched teeth.

"No. nononono...not Anna. Oh please God not her. She didn't deserve this. She was such a good girl, so bright and cheerful. Why! Answer me, answer me, damn it!" Tears created dark spots on the desk where they fell. Her fingernails created crescent shaped marks in the edges of the desk. No. I don't believe it. It's a lie.

"NOO!" She screamed, half shouting, half sobbing, and with a violent sweep of her arms, sent all the papers flying across the room.

A lone unopened envelope on the floor caught her attention. She slowly sinks to the floor as she picks it up, and turns it in her shaking hands to read it. She starts forward and rips the envelope open. She takes out the letter within and slowly reads it aloud, tears clouding her vision.

"Ms. Sarah M. Williams,

Your application and additional test results have been reviewed and the results that lie herein are subject to change at any moment. You do have the right to appeal this decision at any moment in time that you see fit.

Ms. Williams, congratulations are in order. Your request to adopt a Miss Anna Elizabeth Wolfe has been approved after much careful consideration and the reviewing of multiple test results. Paperwork to finalize the adoption process will be submitted to your lawyer, a Mr. William B, Forthwright. Please review the papers with the aforementioned lawyer and should you-"

Sarah crumpled the paper in her hands and threw it across the room with a pained scream, far too into her grief to read any further. She put her head in her hands and sobbed, taking deep, gasping breaths, not even bothering to pick up the phone she dropped, which lay by the receiver on its side on the floor. The line on the other side was dead, as the phone line was ripped out when she shoved it off the desk.

She eyed the phone receiver and her grief and pain gave way to new emotions, anger and rage. She crawled along the floor towards the phone, "Damn it!" She recoiled back, a shard of glass had cut the palm of her hand.

"Sarah."

He grasped the stone railing of the bridge, his side was engulfed in fire, and still he felt cold as ice. His left pant leg was almost completely dark from the blood slowly dripping from his side. His hand was itching and a feeling of deep sorrow and rage filled him, almost dropping him to the ground by just the shear potency of the mix.

What is this? Where are these feelings coming from? He thought as he continued to make his slow and painful journey onward, to unlock the door to his future.

She was livid now.

She grabbed the receiver and threw it across the room, watching as it smashed into a clock on the wall. She started to grab anything and every she could get her hands on, throwing it this way and that way, left and right, and up and down. She was taking her pain out on the living room and it was losing. Badly. The cut on her hand stung and burned, but she didn't care about that or the specks of blood she was leaving on the floor and her shirt.

As last her hands found a picture frame, and as she made ready to throw it, she caught a glimpse of a two smiling figures with their arms slung around each other. It was of her and Anna at the premiere of the theater production of Labyrinth. Anna was so bright and cheerful, that everyone loved her, no matter what. She had made sure to get Anna and her parents front row tickets and backstage passes. She had always enjoyed babysitting Anna every chance she got.

It was a celebration of Anna's big accomplishment. After numerous treatments and doctor visits, she had finally beaten her Leukemia into remission and they couldn't have been happier.

Then the accident happened. Anna's parents died by the time she woke up and it was so hard to be there as they told her that her mom and dad were never going to hug her or kiss her again. It was heart-wrenching, but she had stuck by her through the whole thing, and then she had the best inspiration yet.

Anna was really sick one night and barely coherent and had called Sarah 'Mommy' by accident. Thus Sarah filling out numerous applications and taking god knows how many tests, just to have the chance to adopt her. And for what? This? Just to lose what had mattered the most to win.

She clutched the picture to her chest and let the tears fall, finally succumbing to her grief, knowing that she would never hear her laughter, or see her smile ever again.

"It's not fair!"

You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is.

"No! Not again. You are not real!"

You have thirteen hours in which to solve the labyrinth…

"No! Stop! Please!" She screamed as unwanted memories swam through her mind.

Why couldn't he leave her alone, he wasn't real after all. Or was he? You need him, you want him here so badly even after all he did to you, you can't stand the thought that he could've just been nothing more than a figment of your imagination. The unbidden thought whispered through her head.

Everything I've done, I've done for you..

Sarah couldn't lie to herself any longer. I do need him. But he's not real. Even if he was, he would just think that I'm spoiled and selfish. He would probably laugh at me and walk away. I wi- She shook her head and the unfinished statement, "I am not going to say it. Wishes are nothing more than trouble for me. I do not need any more problems right now."

She made it to the bathroom and lit the oil lamp setting by the sink, the dim glow a welcome source of light in the dark room. As she was getting supplies to clean the cut on her palm, Sarah started thinking about the Goblin King once more. He was so cruel to me. First setting me off through the labyrinth, then the oubliette, then the cleaners, and then he made Hoggle give me that damn peach. He confused me so much that night, and if that clock hadn't chimed when it did…her thoughts trailed off as blurred bits and pieces became clear and meshed into one fluid scene. Understanding dawned on her and she stood slack-jawed, frozen to the spot.

"I can't believe it."

You have no power over me.

"It WAS real."

He had made it past the shops rather easy, considering that it was still raining like hell out. Crossing the streets took more finesse than Jareth had, he had half limped, half jogged across, jarring his ribs hard in the process. He slumped against a wooden fence and jarred them again when a deep, angry bark answered and a thwack made it shudder as the dog snarled on the other side.

He stumbled, his feet feeling like weights dragging on the ground. He was so weak, but he had to get to her. He shivered and with his teeth chattering, he remembered the very last time he was close enough to touch Sarah, and lost touch with reality once again as his memories took over.

He waited in the shadows, until as last her feet touched solid ground. She looked around only to stop and lock eyes with him.

Piercing green against mismatched blue. He stood no chance of beating her now.

He stepped out, in the final costume, his true way of being, and looked at her freely.

Finally he spoke, "Sarah, beware," He strode towards her, "I have been generous up until now-"

She cut him off, Little chit. "Generous? What have you done that is generous?"

He had given into his temper then, "Everything! Everything that you asked, I have done. I have reordered time, taken the baby, and I was frightening. I am exhausted from living up to your expectations, isn't that generous." He had given her the most pleading look, but to no avail.

"Give back the child," she had started.

Fear filled him at those first four little words. No. He couldn't let her end this.

"Stop." He held out his hand, letting the crystal form, another gift, this one more precious than all others, "Look what I'm offering you. Your dreams."

She pushed her way forward again, "I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the goblin city.."

"All I ask for is so little. Just let me rule you." He had internally winced at the words. That was the first time I had ever found it difficult to put words together. I was honestly grasping at straws.

It was all in vain, she was determined to end this, to end him.

"For my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom as great."

"Fear me, love, do as I say, and I will be your slave." He had surprised myself at the words, but he had wanted her to give in, wanted her to stay. Noticing she was getting stressed by all of this, he showed the crystal to her again, as she shook her head back and forth.

"Damn! I can never remember that line. My kingdom as great…" she had trailed off into mumbles.

He let a tiny smile come to his lips at her words and when she stopped to look at him, he knew he had won.

"You have no power over me."

Dread filled him and he tossed the crystal into the air and as she watched the ball slowly float down like a bubble, he jumped off the remaining edge of the Escher room, falling, turning, changing until he was an owl, nothing but hollow bones and feathers once again.

The bubble popped in her hand and as his world crumbled, his heart in her hand shattered.

He was having difficulty staying awake and upright when he came back to reality. He made to keep moving when a sight made him stop. It was a box on a post, a box that had clearly read 'Williams' on the side. He found it.

He found the house. He looked up at the house and winced as the muscles protested at the movement. He was in so much pain, but he could care less at the moment. He was finally closer to Sarah then he had been in these few short years since the Escher Room.

I hope you were right about this, Anna. For both our sakes.

He stumbled and jerked as he made his way to the porch. We are on a level playing field this time, Sarah. This is my future…our future.

A thump at the door startled Sarah out of her shock. She grabbed an old towel and bound it around her hand, as a makeshift bandage, until she had the time to properly take care of it.

Who could that be at this time? Especially during a storm like this! Probably Billy, when will he ever learn?

Just one moment! I'll be there in a second." The young woman called out in answer to another thump at the door.

She had let a unbidden thought come to her. What if its someone else. You know you want it to be him, Sarah. you've had a crush on him for years now.

"NO! Not him. Even if it was real, it couldn't be him, he doesn't know where this house is." But how many nights had you laid awake wanting and waiting for him to come through that window of yours. She berated herself for thinking like that.

The young woman tugs the makeshift bandage tighter, letting the pain of her hand mask the pain of knowing deep down inside she really does want it to be him on the other side of the door,

She grips the doorknob, and turning it, pulls the door open.

"Oh my god." She stares at shock at the rain soaked and wind beaten person before her.

No it can't be. After all these years of wanting this? Now of all days?

"Jareth?"

For there stood before her a figure that she had long thought was nothing but a fairytale, a figment of her imagination. Real as real could be, standing there drenched in rain and what seemed to be mud.

"Sarah." He replied weakly, then he was falling forward, welcoming the widening tendrils of darkness reaching for him. Only then did Sarah notice the mud was not mud, but blood. His whole left side was drenched in a ever-widening dark stain. She followed the stain with her eyes all the way to the ground and saw the puddle at his feet.

"Jareth!" She screamed, running to catch him. She caught him in her arms and they both slumped to the floor in a mess of limbs, rainwater, broken glass, and blood.

He smiled at her as he spoke softly, "I found you, my queen. Finally, I found you."

His eyes rolled to the back of his skull and he went still, breathing deeply, finally going unconscious.
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