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Oh, Now Why the Concern?	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 11163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, don't make any money, this is a work of fanfiction.

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It Means: "No Worries"

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Sarah's hope for a free night of good sleep degenerated into a rampaging fest of tears and nebulous, half-formed nightmares. After turning her sheet and comforter into tossed, goose down salad, she admitted defeat and crept downstairs at approximately 2 a.m. to check on His Royal Buttinski and Toby. The utter lack of sound should've been her first clue as usually the grandfather clock's tick-tock echoed upstairs at night.
It really was an excessively loud clock, and weren't there clockmaker standards for such things and if so didn't it violate them or the public noise pollution laws. Regardless, she overlooked that obviousness, and blithely strolled down the stairs wrapped in her pink fleece robe, secure in her revenge against the Goblin King. What she discovered defied all expectations. Well...what she failed to discovery really. Or expect, but then can one really have predictable expectations with anything involving goblins and their capricious ruler? Not to mention adding one nine-year-one boy to that volatile recipe.
Upon entering her living room she smacked into an invisible barrier which roundly repelled her: floor meet buttocks. With a soft 'ugh', in no way padded by her nearly threadbare yet still very comfortable fleece, she gazed from the floor into the room proper. And saw what no self-respecting twenty-something mortal should ever need admit to unless under pain of death or torture. Or death by torture.
Jareth, the part-time villainous and always temping Goblin King, was singing and dancing, gaily, with all his goblin subjects cavorting aerially. They seemed to be assisted by their monarch's boot on occasion with much squealing and peals of laughter. Toby, meanwhile, used the couch as a trampoline catching more air then realistically allowable by physics-at least Aboveground, Newtonian physics Sarah amended to herself.
"What the freaking hell...?" She mumbled standing and pressing her hands to the transparent ward sealing off the living room from the rest of the house.
"Hey!" She smacked the flat of her palm against the barrier; it absorbed the sound and made her hand sting. "Hey! Toby! Jareth!" Several more hits then Jareth froze with an odd, almost embarrassed expression, said something with a stern hand signal and everyone immediately ceased their merriment.
Goblins dropped like helium-filled rocks to splat on the carpet, coffee table, couch and a few other less sturdy locations. Sarah frowned at the random destruction. He was sooooo fixing every bit of this! A second later the invisible barrier disappeared and Sarah heard the annoyingly catchy tune of Hakuna Matata from The Lion King playing from the television.
"Sarah! You're awake," Toby said, excited and racing to her then skidded to a halt, "Oh, uh, we didn't wake you, did we? Jareth said it'd be okay."
"No...No, you didn't wake me." She knelt down to face her brother, "Why are you still up so late?"
"It's late?" He asked genuinely surprised then glanced back to Jareth who stood quietly, yet proudly, at the opposite side of the room; likely awaiting the punishment phase of the evening.
"I told you not to stay up too late; it's after two in the morning!" She pointedly glared at the only other adult-technically- in the room who at least had the decently to cringe minutely. Stalking passed Toby, she cornered Jareth. "How can I teach him to obey the rules with you undermining me at every turn, Jareth?"
"It's not his fault!" Toby cried out tugging on his sister's robe.
"Stop it, Toby!"
"Please, Sarah!" He tugged harder, "it's not his fault!"
"Tobias, please release your sister. She's correct. I should have been more cognizant of the time." Several goblins gasped.
"What? No, Sarah!" Toby continued to yank at her, trying to pull her from Jareth, "It's my fault. I was having too much fun and forgot; please don't make him leave, please!"
Her entire body, from her vocal cords to her toes, ceased working at Toby's tormented voice. Did he really believe she'd send Jareth way now after agreeing to his visitation just hours ago? She met Jareth's expressive eyes and wondered at his unusual vocal reticence. He seemed to be silently communicating with her, asking and telling her something imperative. Even the goblins remained hushed, waiting for her response to their king. It's not often they witnessed their king concede to anyone.
"Toby," she said calmly as she turned, knelt again and grabbed his hands. "I'm not going to make him leave." Later, to herself, she swore she heard a small release of breath from Jareth. Had he believed as Toby did? That in her surprise and frustration she would take back her agreement? What a poor sister she made. They may be forever breaking and bending the rules, but did it necessitate they live in fear of her?
"You're not?"
"No," she said, shaking her head vigorously, her hair flying about loose.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Cross your heart and hope to die?"
"Tobias!" Jareth said sharply and Sarah remembered his belief in the power of words spoken.
But Sarah smiled and kissed her brother on the forehead, "Stick a needle in my eye."
"Good, cause I'd hate to have to stay really mad at you, Sarah," he said, his voice relaxing as he hugged her.
"Me, too," she hugged him back, "me, too, squirt. Now to bed for real this time!" She spun him around and spanked him lightly on the butt.
"Ow!"
"Oh, stop...that didn't hurt, march!" Toby giggled and ran off as ordered with a grin and a wave. "Night, Jareth! I had a blast!"
"Goodnight, Tobias," Jareth replied adding in sotto voice, "pleasant dreams, my boy."
"Well," Sarah stood and faced the King, "you sure know how to throw a party." She looked around the destroyed living room, grimacing at the still playing video of The Lion King which Jareth swiftly remedied by snapping his fingers, shutting off the set. Another snap of his fingers and the goblins released a group squeak and vanished with a loud popping.
"Thank you, Jareth. That song drives me insane."
"You're welcome, precious."
"Must you call me that?"
"You prefer another—"
"I prefer my name," she interrupted. "I do have one."
"Ah...," he moved closer dipping his head, "Of that I'm quite aware, Sarah," he drawled in his silky baritone.
'On second thought, scratch that, reverse it...I can't have him saying my name like that all the time!' The atmosphere suddenly felt oppressive and sultry, her robe too heavy touching her ultra-sensitive skin. Why did he have to look at her like that? Like some sort of bedroomy, undressing, not at all a good idea staring guy...
"Is there a problem, Sarah?"
"W-what? Why?"
"Are you alright?" He sauntered closer, "You appear, hmm," he tilted his head and licked his lips, "agitated."
"Fine!" She blurted out, "I'm all good...you?"
"I'm quite well, thank you."
"Good, that's...good."
"Mmm," Jareth moved into her personal space until he stood close enough to grasp her shoulders causing her to inhale abruptly.
"Whatareyoudoing?" she asked in one breath and arched back, her eyes avidly watching his approach. Leaning in intimately, he slowly moved his lips towards hers then switched angles unexpectedly. With his lips a hair from her cheekbone he whispered:
"Goodnight, precious, I wish you very pleasant dreams."
Then Jareth kissed her gently upon her cheek before vanishing while still holding her. Released from his embrace and shocked insensible, Sarah's knees gave out and she sank to the floor in a heap, keeping her torso upright with her hands flat to the floor. Her skin tingled and burned where he kissed her. She could still feel the exact shape and imprint of his lips. Her heart jumped rapidly in her chest and tried to take up residence with her stomach which in turn gave its notice to her lower gut that it was transferring south temporarily, or until the Goblin King finished her off for good.
"...Jareth...," she whispered placing one hand over the adored cheek protectively. This was bad, very, very bad. Worlds of gut churning badness with so much more badness on the bad-o-meter horizon; so why then did it feel so very, very good?
"Sarah Michelle Williams," she told herself, "you are so screwed and not in the good way."
'At least not yet,' she added mentally before wondering how affected Jareth was by kissing her.
She needn't have worried because at that same moment, Jareth, the Goblin King was busy acting like a teenaged fae which was exponentially worse than a teenaged mortal. His first 'stolen' kiss from his lady love kept him so distracted with the instant replays (in which there were no less than five dozen) that he forgot to scry her in his crystal from the privacy of his personal chambers and entirely missed her flatteringly dazed response. By the time he gathered his own wits, and his lips regained normal sensation, Sarah already returned to bed where she did indeed have very pleasant dreams.
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tbc

futrCSI1490: Haha, Mr. Nose! I like that! The poor guy is just interested can you blame him? Your review actually helped set off this chapter, lol! Sing-a-long indeed! Bowling is a fun idea. I'll have to see how I can set that up, thanks!
Autumn O'Shea Swan: It is sad. The sort of thing that "There but for the grace of God go I." Everyday, every minute is a blessing. I would want to be let go, too. But everyone has different perspectives on that. I plan on addressing that eventually.
Lady Cavalier: I know, I'm grateful to say I still have both my parent in full health, but it does happen. Like I said in the start of the fic, we've all seen it on TV and I've personally made similar, smaller tragedies when I know one family is died and the other injured family member is asking me if they're okay. Ugh...what do say? Do you tell them we're working on them? Do you tell the the truth? Do you say you don't know right now? Eventually someone has to break the truth to them. I've done all scenarios depending on the reasons and needs and they all suck.
Kaidere: Thanks! I enjoy writing this fic, it's shorter but fun!
Nanenna: I know, there's a lot of fanfic and it can get very confusing. It helps me to rewatch the movie every so often that way I can stay true to the set up from movie to my fics. No...I guess I CAN'T blame you, darn it! LOL! Very good, anoxic brain injury is brain death. Very permanent to modern medicine. At this point I haven't quite decided on the direction off wish or no wish or consequences, but it will be addressed at some point. I've got a rough idea though.
troubledatheart: okayokayokay! LOL, thanks! Glad you're enjoying it. It's not my major fic but it's fun and lighthearted, mostly.
serena221: That's an interesting idea, I'll marinate on it and see what I come up with, thanks!
LadyBookworm80: Wow, I never heard about that one so I goggled it. So sad and so preventable. *shakes head* People just don't want to take responsibility and people die for no reason other than laziness and greed.
laurentaylor14: First off: never apologize for a long review! Writers love them whether they be praise or serious concrit! Seriously! It shows intense readership and it immensely flattering. Thank you very much! I'm glad you feel that I'm hitting the mark with Jareth and Sarah and hopefully Toby as this is my first fic with an in depth Toby. I agree with you about the lovey-dovey too sweet Jareth. Ugh...cavities anyone? If a man like him loves a woman like Sarah I really doubt he'd be that saccharine. And Sarah can be a real bitch sometimes which is why Jareth's moodiness suits her. She doesn't take any flack from him and it both irks him and turns him on. An all powerful being is used to always getting his way so an unpredictable woman is a turn-on!
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