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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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Meet and Greet

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We're leaving his apartment.
And I panic because I suddenly realize I'm going to face a world which left me behind, a world which I thought might've missed me . Who am I kidding; this brave, new world doesn't care about me any more than I care about it. I've only ever wanted one thing, had one goal: Jareth.
"You okay?" I hear David ask through the cacophony of blood pounding in my ears, smashing in my brain. Struggling for a deep breath, I exert my willpower over my panting. Damn him, damn the Goblin King to the seven levels of hell!
"I'm fine," I say through grit teeth, offering a smile which I'm sure is more of a sneer; David flinches. "How far is his ranch?"
"Uh, not far by auto-flight, we'll be there in less than an hour."
"Good."
He grabs my arm; I relish his nails digging into my muscle, it clears my mind. "You sure you're ready for this?"
"Do I need to answer that?" I can feel my magic crackle in my eyes, blaze from my skin, and David releases me, taking a cautious step back with hands upraised.
"Sure, okay ... just asking."
We're leaving his apartment.
I take my first step out his front door and into the foyer I first spied in my scrying crystal; it's more luxurious in person. The scent of the fresh cut blooms hangs in the air, filling my lungs, reminding me of everything good and pure torn from me. I always did love the smell of hyacinth; I'd forgotten how sweet its scent. Some sharp emotion incises my heart, and I mentally shake it off as I walk past the over-sized bouquet, refusing to turn my head to prolong the encounter. They're just flowers, dammit; I've got more important things to focus on right now.
David leads me to the elevator, and we wait for the car to arrive. At least this is familiar; I remember elevators, always liked them as a kid and thought they were fun to ride. What isn't familiar is his private access to the roof. Once we're inside the car, he gives me a sheepish, lop-sided grin as he presses his thumb to clear panel, and a feminine voice announces our clearance to the roof garage. I don't bother to ask, just cock one brow at him.
He shrugs deeply and blushes. "My family's been rich for a long time and being one of two sole heirs..."
"Yeah." I nod slowly and cross my arms. Exactly how rich is he? The elevator door closes and smoothly accelerates upwards; my knees bend slightly to accommodate. "What sort of business are you in?"
"Virtual and digital communication, we hold the patents on twenty of the top technologies, like the Pic-Square for one," he stated matter-of-factly as if he were ordering a plate of French fries. Did they still have French fries? I wondered, so did my stomach with a gurgle.
"That photo album qualifies as communication?"
"Sarah, these days everything is communication." The elevator doors whooshed opened, and I followed him into a rather banal, small parking garage. Look basically like any normal, twentieth century garage. I guess some things didn't change very much in 200 years, sort of like sharks, why mess with a perfect design? That is until I noticed the vehicles it contained: sleek, low silhouettes, most without wheels, and mainly two or four-seaters.
"These aren't all yours," I spun around as I walked, heel clicks echoing, "Are they?"
"Everyone," he said and I heard the pride in his voice. His back was held a bit more erect, shoulders a tad stiffer. Oh brother, boys and their cars; the more things change, the more they stay the same after all.
"We're taking this one." David approached a midnight blue, iridescent, sharply aerodynamic number, laid his hand on the hood and caressed circles on the paint job. "She's my favorite."
"Really." Even my thick sarcasm didn't faze him. Great, hopefully we actually make it to Jareth's ranch instead of dying in a fiery ball off the guidance grid.
Another thumb press of his to a hidden plate on the door, and both gull-wing doors swing upward allowing us entry with a flourish of new leather smell. Yeah, okay, now that was impressively cool. I can see the allure. Awesome cars were always sort of a weak spot for me too. And the gull-wings ... futuristically retro; I love it. Already my skin itches to try out the interior. I'm all creaking leather and sinful grace as I slip into the passenger seat and fit my lithe frame into the tight bucket seat (still fantastically retro); it's the next thing best to sex. Fuck, some things really don't go out of style.
"You like it; I can tell." He slides in the driver's seat. I guess my foolish grin gave me away.
"Meh ... it's alright." I shrug.
Laughing, he secures the doors with a click. He's handsome when he smiles. Well, he's handsome anyhow, but especially so with his face brightened. Then a question hits me which I blurt out before I think.
"You're still alone, aren't you?" His hand freezes mid-reach for the steering wheel. "Why didn't you ever remarry?" His hand completing its journey, his fingers strangle the wheel while he remains facing forward. Several breaths strain between us, and I kick myself for being so socially retarded. My only family, maybe my only friend and I've hurt him, unintentionally sure, by my lack of socialization.
"Yes, I am. I could nev..." his voice catches, "could never, after they, you know..."
"I see." He finally looks at me, pain gleaming in his eyes, etched on the furrows of his face, the brightness dulled and chipped away. "I'm sorry I made you..."
"Don't be." He cuts me off, just like he's cutting off the topic. "Let's just get this over with, right?" What else can I say? I sense he wants a showdown as much as I, for reasons I can only imagine. What has Jareth done to him?
"I'm ready," I say, and we share a subtle nod before he presses his thumb to another activation pad; the vehicle starts and I feel my weight increase. A questioning look at him and he says:
"Gravity restraints, you get used to them."
"Ah." I bet I don't. I feel twice my weight, only my arms feel normal if I move them far enough from my body-weird. But soon I'm distracted by him telling the vehicle where he wants it to take us, and its soft hum swells to a rumble which shivers through the seat into my body. It's deliciously real, terribly intense. My thighs clench together, and sensory memory whiplashes me back to the night I sat in Brian's car. My fingers dig furrows into the upholstery as I resist wanting to rub myself to climax. God, will this new, overwhelming desire be my constant companion? Will every real experience either blast me or send me into this haze?
"Sarah?"
"Fine ... fine." I ignore his flash of concern, focus instead on keeping my libido under control. I just don't understand why this is happening. I never felt this raging of hormones during my captivity; my hormones were subject to my command. And Jareth was subject to my will.
I'm so intent upon mastering my body, I hardly feel the roll of the vehicle as it lifts off, shifts, turns and flies from the rooftop parking garage. What does gain my attention is the view of Houston at night from an altitude of several hundred feet. Thrilling, amazing, magnificent: lights of every hue create a jigsaw puzzle of battlements reaching for the night sky; the stars pale in mortification. I've never seen such a skyline, and I gawk as we fly up and over. Hundreds of other vehicles zip through the air, their gleaming shells reflecting the myriad of artificial colors. I could've never imagined my life leading to this reality.
"So this is an auto-flight," I murmur, leaning for a better view out my passenger window. I'm awed, and struggle for something tangible in which to ground myself. I feel the pull of the gravity restraint on the back of my head, not enough to keep it on the seat, but enough to tug. Relieved for a topic, I turn from the window and ask, "How do the restraints work if I can lift my head and arms?"
"At normal velocity they hold at two g's, but if there's an impact or a catastrophic failure it increases up to five g's temporarily."
"And that works?"
"It works."
"Had an accident?"
He smirks, blushing. "I've had my share."
"Well, okay..." I really didn't have anything else to say, and we settle into a comfortable silence. It occurs to me that I don't know what to expect from Jareth, nor do I have any specific plan other than confrontation. Of course, I have tricks and magic plotted, but I know how crafty he is, and I know any plan I create will likely be undone by him upon contact. Which is why I've decided to be adaptable, surprise is my best option, surprise and speed.
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I would've slept if I could have, but I was too keyed up to rest, which made the hour interminable. Instead I pass the time sightseeing from the window and daydreaming of the world lost to me, the pane of glass forever separating us. My hand pressed to the transparent barrier, I watch the geography change from sprawling futuristic city to a more rural landscape.
Apparently some wide open spaces remain in the 21st century, not many from what I can see in the gloom, but a few. I suppose food still needed to be grown and cattle needed to graze. Not everyone ate reconstituted white crap 100% of the time; I certainly wouldn't.
"We'll be there shortly." Glancing over, I see the tenseness of his jaw, the auto-flight information reflected from the transparent windshield in a green glow onto his stoic face.
"You don't have to face him with me. This is my fight."
His eyes flit to mine, hold them for a second then release. "You think I'm about to allow you inside there alone?"
"David..."
"Don't, just don't."
"You have no idea what he's capable of, what he'll do to you." Shifting in my seat, I reach out and touch his arm, afraid for him. He's the last of my family, the remaining silver of my humanity and the thought of him receiving injury clenches my stomach.
"After what you've told me, I've got an inkling, Sarah." His hand is warm over mine as he wraps his fingers around the back of my hand. "It's time for answers," he gives me a sad smile, "for both of us."
Barely able to swallow, I answer, "Alright."
It feels good to have a partner against Jareth this time, and none too soon because we crest an embankment and David's inhalation signals me of our arrival. I turn to look and outside, cutting the night, is the outline of a well-lit property with a large, sleek castle-like structure. Well, once a Goblin King, always a Goblin King. The auto-flight takes us to a landing pad lit up like a night sports stadium. I guess we won't be sneaking up on him either, so much for the advantage of surprise.
"There isn't somewhere private we could land?" I ask. The vehicle is settling on the ground and I feel my normal weight again as the gravity restraints deactivate.
"Not if you want to be inside the security gates." Oh no, no this won't do. I need that edge; I refuse to give it up.
"Sit still," I say, and before he can reply, I manifest a crystal and press it to his forehead. David gasps and tries to jerk back, but my magic holds him firm as it rapidly pulls the required information from his memory. Seconds later, I remove it from him to examine it; he's scowling and shaking and very displeased.
"What the fuck was that?"
"I needed at schematic of the house; this was the most efficient way to get it."
"You could've asked!"
"Would you've agreed?"
"I ... maybe ... I don't know."
"Exactly, now hush; I must concentrate on Jareth's location within." And just that easy I'm able to zoom in on his radiating aura. Either he's not bothering to disguise it here as if he doesn't care who knows, or there's no one else here.
"Does anyone else live here?"
David shakes his head, rubbing his temples. "No, he lives alone, or at least he did a year ago."
"Good." I smirk, showing my teeth. "Wait here." David is cut off mid-protest when I teleport from the vehicle to Jareth's location, using his magical aura as a homing beacon. It pulls me effortlessly inside his estate; I dare not call it a home or a house, far too large and austere for that. It reminds me of a modern version of the castle with its metallic sleekness accented by natural stonework.
Two blinks later and I'm standing in the center of a large room; a typical, overdone fireplace is at one side with wrought iron candle holders scattered and furniture scattered about. It gives the square room a Gothic, gloomy atmosphere. Gee whiz, almost like home. God, did I just think of the castle as home?
The fire pops; a log shifts, tumbles and spits embers behind me. I spin in place looking for Jareth. He could be using the shadows as his cloak, could be watching me stumble around uselessly. I know he's close; I feel his magic twisting my gut like before, lightening in my head. It's distracting me. Damn you, Jareth, I won't be played with, not again!
A crystal manifested: I toss it upwards where it explodes against the ceiling and bathes the room in brilliance. A flash of darkness in the corner; I pivot, nothing but the furniture. I blast it apart with another crystal, shards litter the fireplace rug. Wooden toothpicks for a giant positioned for a game of pickup sticks.
"Sarah," he 'tsks' me as if I'm an errant child, "such a temper!" Jareth's voice echoes from everywhere and nowhere; I release rapid fire crystals which destroy more furniture in my haste and rage. The explosions pound my ears, and the magic sizzles my skin.
"Face me, Jareth!"
"Whatever for?" His darkly mocking laugh echoes all around me, followed by another flash in my periphery. I spin to catch it, too slow! How can he be hiding with the furniture reduced to kindling? Mere walls of stone surround us in the midday-ish illumination, paintings and elaborate decorations adorning the vertical structures. But his illusion of invisibility cannot hold forever; I can wait him out. Like a jungle cat, I lower my center of gravity and pace the perimeter.
The slam of a heavy door startles me, and I rotate in place to see David rushing inside the room, flushed and panting. My hand stays its hair trigger, keeping hold of the crystal I aimed in his direction. I'm equally relieved and angry to see him: he's an ally but he's vulnerable.
"Get back to the car!" I shout.
"Sarah, wait, you don't understand!"
"It's dangerous, David!" I shove his questing hands away, anxious to refocus on locating Jareth.
"Why, David, I'm glad you joined us." Jareth's voice purrs beside me, and I stumble back, throwing the crystal which misses and shatters upon the floor as Jareth strikes me with his own spell. The impact stings by chest, and dizziness and nausea overwhelm me.
Precious seconds elapse as I increase the distance from the silhouette of Jareth looming over me; how did he get so close without my sensing him? What sort of spell did he hit me with? Everything is so blurry and my ears are buzzing. Standing upright is suddenly too much effort, and my knees buckle until they strike the stone floor. Lancing pain radiates up my thighs, dulled by the effects of Jareth's magic blanketing my senses.
"Uncle, don't harm her!" David lunges between us, arms outstretched; it's sweet really, I think, my brain rapidly becoming muzzier. A giggle escapes me, and part of me is horrified that I'm not more horrified. Shadowy Jareth stands, arms on his hips, and faces his nephew; I hear the undisguised glee in his voice.
"Why ever would I harm her after all of our efforts?"
What does he mean?-is my first thought as my body succumbs to his spell, my spine rubberizes and my body refuses to obey me as it collapses forward onto the floor. My face smashes to the stone, my nose barely missing being broken by the fortunate turn of my head. Then I lose consciousness and remember nothing else for a long time.
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