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From Darkness Into Light	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 5085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tommy woke up mid morning, his headache thankfully gone. He still felt awful. He called his manager and begged for one more day off. He told her he had food poisoning from the day before, which he had to wonder if it was true or not.
He went into his bathroom and stared at his sorry reflection. "You know for a man who just had the shagging of his life you look rather the worse for wear."
He took a long shower and found some sweats and a t-shirt to put on.
As he was getting dressed, he noticed on his dresser was Sarah's vest. It made him smile. He closed his eyes and pictured her as he had pleasured her. She was so beautiful. Those green eyes flashing silver as she had came for him.
He also saw his answering machine was blinking. He pressed the button and there was her sweet voice. "Hey, Ja..Tommy? I left my vest there yesterday after we..well you know. Could you bring it by say 6 o'clock? I will be home from work about 5:30 and that will be before you need to go to the bar I hope. Anyway hope to see you. I...really want to see you. please come."
He smirked at the machine. Of course he would go to her. How could he resist?
But first he needed something to eat. And A stiff drink, or maybe several. Maybe a nap.
In fact maybe he would skip food altogether, since he would probably throw up anyway.
Fortunately the liquor store delivered, he picked up the phone and dialed. He knew the number by heart. He also needed to get more of his pills. The doctors only gave him so many refills in a given amount of time, so he had found a man who sold them. He didn't like to do it at first but now it was habit. The man was a rather unsavory character but he always had a supply.
"Gino's Liquors." A voice on the phone said.
"Yes, it's Tommy Jones, I have an account there? I need 2 bottles my usual."

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Sarah fidgeted through her day at work. Making several mistakes in cataloging and filing, putting books in wrong places. It was the most scattered she had felt in years. Possibly ever.
Everything kept going over and over in her head. She must have been in shock last night because the idea she was married to Jareth was today sending her into a tailspin.
She mumbled to herself as she worked. "It not that I'm opposed to getting to know the guy, but married..that is a whole other level of weirdness...and being married since I was 15. What if I had married someone else? What would have happened? Fuck. This is nuts."
A coworker had walked up behind her. "Sarah? Who are you talking to? You need to watch your language you know."
Sarah jumped and spun around. "Sorry Grace, just have some stuff going on in my personal life. Hard to explain."
"Okay..well. Just be careful what you say out loud okay? There are kids here."
Sarah had the good sense to look properly shamefaced as the woman walked away.
Once she was out of earshot it was a different story. "Tight assed witch." She said under her breath.
At 4pm she had had enough. She left work early feigning a stomachache and walked home slowly. It gave her time to think.
She stopped and got a coffee, figuring she might need some energy. This was going to be one eventful night.
She got home a little after 5:30, eating a quick dinner and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. She had a feeling she will need to be in functional clothes.
As the clock hit 6pm, the doorbell rang and her heart jumped into her throat. Here we go. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

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Once Tommy's order came, he had a few healthy swigs and took another long nap. When he woke he showered and dressed, putting on his tight black jeans and long sleeved shirt and his boots. He let his hair stay down. On the way to Sarah's he met with his dealer and was able to buy a supply of the strong painkillers. He stuck the bottle in his jacket and continued on his way. He had folded Sarah's vest neatly and wrapped it in a plastic bag, making him able to slip it into his other pocket.
He had realized today he needed to go to the doctor again soon. It was taking more and more pills to dull the throbbing in his head when it started. That couldn't be good. He hated getting x-rays or an MRI. He always felt so drained afterward. The last MRI he got it took him near a week to feel strong enough to work. The doctor thought it was stress.
He made it to Sarah's building just at 6pm. As he went up the stairs his smile grew. He found her apartment and rung the bell, waiting for her to answer.

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Sarah's heart started pounding as soon as she saw his smiling face. He was so freaking gorgeous. Now she could really see it was Jareth. There was no denying those eyes, no matter what.
He looked at her like he was starving and she was a particularly tasty cut of meat. Oy. It reminded her of how he had looked at her in the dusty tunnels underneath The Labyrinth. Or when they danced in the crystal ballroom.
"Hi! Tommy..come in!" She welcomed him. She sounded a little shrill to her own ears. He didn't seem to notice.
He stepped through the doorway and the whole atmosphere changed. Darker, sexier, thicker.
"Sarah. You look scrumptious. Here is your vest, returned to you unharmed." He handed to her.
She reached for it and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. He dropped the vest to the chair, took her face in his hands, and kissed her thoroughly.
He pulled back and touched his forehead to hers. "I missed you." He breathed.
"I know. I missed you too." She answered.
He stepped away and shrugged off his jacket, stalking the room, going to the couch and sitting down. He crossed his foot over his other knee and looked at her sexily. "Why don't you join me Sarah."
Sarah went and sat nervously on the couch next to him. She had noticed something off in the way he was acting. She though a bit of Jareth had seeped back into his personality. He was a little more confident, proud. Arrogant.
Tommy wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything. She drove him to distraction just being near her. When she had opened the door it was all he could do not to grab her, look for the nearest bed and instigate a repeat performance of the day before. He did not know why this woman effected him so deeply.
She turned and met his eyes. He leaned forward to put his arm around her and draw her close, his mouth to her ear.
"I fell asleep last night with your scent on my sheets. My dreams were very naughty, thanks to you." he whispered. He felt her shiver.
Sarah gulped. Oh help me, she thought. She knew what she had to do, that this night would not end the way she wished it would. She could not delay much longer. Wendy had went to spend the evening with a friend to give her space for this night.
She grinned halfheartedly at him. "I had some whoppers too. Then again, I've always had a rather rich imagination. Once I had a dream I was on a flying trapeze and then a let go and jumped into a pile of marshmallow cream, Then David Bowie showed up and sang "Life On Mars" dressed in a bear suit with all monkey backup band. His microphone was a banana."
She knew she was rambling but she couldn't help it, her nervousness was developing into full blown panic.
Tommy chuckled. "Never been much of a fan of the man myself."
Sarah said nothing. She just kept grinning at him like an idiot. Say something! She told herself.
"Oh! Do want something to drink? Eat?" She jumped up and went to go to the kitchen.
He reached up and pulled her back down. "I want nothing but you precious Sarah."
His words made her uneasy. She knew Queen Mila was waiting. She had called Hoggle this morning and gave him a message to give to the woman about the time.
She stood and had him stand up with her. She pulled him slowly along with her to her bedroom. She knew he would follow. He would think she was leading him there for sex. She rolled her eyes inwardly. Mortal or immortal, men were all the same.
He grinned as he followed her. Apparently she did want to repeat yesterday's activity, the vixen. It would be his pleasure.
She led him to the middle of the room and stopped there facing the mirror. She looked at his reflection, hoping he would look like Jareth in it. No such luck.
"Sarah.." He purred. "While enjoy looking at you even in mirror, I would prefer to see you in the flesh. Flesh being the operative word."
She walked to the mirror and placed her hand on it. She traced his reflection in the mirror with a finger. "I'm sorry Tommy."
He was confused.
Sarah laid her hand on the mirror. "I wish High Queen Mila would come to me right now."
Tommy was wondering what Sarah was doing. There was a distinct popping sound and a bright light. Tommy shaded his eyes with his hand, and when he put his hand down there was a woman there. A beautiful woman with odd features in unusual medieval style attire.
She was looking right at him. "Jareth...my son." She looked relieved to see him.
Tom looked her up and down. "Who the hell are you? And who is this Jareth people keep going on about?"
She when to touch and he jerked back, turning to go out the door of the bedroom but it slammed shut and wouldn't open.
His heart was pounding and his head was beginning tthrob. Wonderful time for a fucking headache!
He turned and faced the woman. His eyes wild. He looked around for an escape and finding none pressed himself further against the door.
He looked at Sarah and she was crying and hugging herself. He stood there quietly panicking at what was going on. He was breathing hard and the pain was beginning to slice through his brain.
He met Sarah's pained eyes with a pleading look. "Sarah?"
"I'm so so sorry Tommy. You don't belong here. You need to go home. Deep down somewhere inside you already know that." She said quietly..pain coloring her voice.
"I'm trying to go bloody home!" He yelled, making the pain worsen. He put a hand to his head, in agony.
Queen Mila Thought it was best to make a soundproofing spell and created a crystal and threw up in the air where it hovered, creating a bubble.
Tommy watched this in disbelief. He saw Sarah did not look at all surprised.
The woman approached him, trying again to touch him. He moved to the side but he couldn't get away. He started pushing at her.
"Get away from me! Gah!" His knees were giving out.
The woman turned to Sarah. "Sarah I need help. You must hold him steady."
Sarah took a few steps towards Tommy as he watched her suspiciously.
"Tommy it's okay I swear. She is trying to help you. She won't hurt you. I promise. I swear on my brother's life."
She managed to get to him and wrap her arms around him, not letting him fall. She whispered words of encouragement as she held him tight.
Mila laid her hands on each side of his skull and closing her eyes started to chant.
Tommy felt immense power flow though him. Making him jerk and his muscles tighten. His eyes rolled back into his head and he started to shake.
Sarah buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing. She felt one of his hand's grabbing her arm an squeezing.
Queen Mila used her magic to seek The spot where Jareth's consciousness was being held. She found a ball of deep black energy and pushed at it. She worked at it until she felt a small crack beginning to form. Barely, just barely she could sense this is where Jareth's memory was.
Pain. Terrible Pain. That is what he felt this time. Where is Sarah? My head feels like someone is shoving an iron dagger into it repeatedly.

There..I sense Sarah nearby...and Mother? Mother? You must help me! I cannot escape!
Queen Mila could feel him trying to reach out to her.
Jareth...you must try to reach for me. Grab a hold of me. I will pull you through and set you free! You must try!
Mila pushed harder, but the magic that wove this spell was fighting her, pushing back, starting to close. It was sucking her power away at an alarming rate. What was this magic that held her son. Why was it so strong?
Mother, I cannot break free. Please.. you must tell Sarah I...
Mila flew back and landed on the floor.
Tommy slid down the door mumbling and out of it. Sarah didn't let him go but helped him to gently land. Once he seemed settled fora minute she got up and helped the queen up.
"What happened?" Sarah asked.
The Mila looked sad and distraught when she looked at Sarah.
"It is too strong for me. I suspect that which is holding Jareth is something of his own making. Only his magic would be that powerful among my kind. His strength is that rare."
Sarah let out a small sob. "So what is going to happen to him?" The both looked at the man on the floor, still barely conscious.
Mila shook her head. "I do not know."
Sarah had a thought. "Can you take him back to The Labyrinth?"
The Queen's lips tightened. Sarah marveled at how much like Jareth she looked.
Mila looked into the distance. "He is too weakened to survive the trip through the portal I'm afraid. At least tonight. Possibly in a few days. I myself must call Baelic to help me through. If I have your permission"
Sarah agreed and gave her permission. A man appeared. Dark haired and very handsome. This was Jareth's cousin, the queen told her.
He took the queen's arm and nodded at Sarah, and did a double take a the man on the floor. "Jareth?"
He gave the queen a questioning look and she tilted her head in affirmation.
"He must stay here under the watchful eye of The Champion for a bit longer. Please get me back to the Goblin Castle. I need to rest."
After they left Sarah was at a loss of what to do. She sat next to Tommy on the floor and waited.
He started to come around about a hour later, blinking and rubbing his eyes.
Eventually he turned to look at her. "What the bloody hell Sarah..you are crazy! What did you and..whatever she was do to me?!"
He pushed himself up and stumbled out of the bedroom door, almost falling into the furniture in the living room. He looked around for his jacket. It was on the couch. He managed to make his way to it, but reaching for it fell into the couch and sat down, dizzy.
Sarah followed behind, alarmed. "Jareth please. I think you should stay here. You will hurt yourself if you try to go home now."
He looked up at her, eyes narrowed. "I'm not bloody Jareth! Stop calling me that! So you can perform some more voodoo on me? Or whatever the fuck you were trying to do?"
Sarah sat on the coffee table in front of him, laying her hand on his knee. He moved away from her touch.
"Okay. Tommy..please. I'll just talk to you then I'll let you sleep. Just..don't leave until you feel better okay?"
He thought, then nodded once. "So talk. Explain" He commanded. She almost smile at his commanding voice.
I know this will be hard to believe. It all started over 9 years ago, going on 10 now."
She told him her story. He said nothing but just listened.
After she was done he stayed silent for a long time.
"So you are saying you think I'm this Goblin King?" He finally asked.
"I know you are. We all do. Mila, she is your mother. Your family misses you. You don't belong here." She replied softly.
He snorted and laughed. "Sarah you a beautiful but you are certifiable."
Sarah sighed. "Alright fair enough. So tell me, how far back can you remember? Where are you from? Who is your family?"
His mouth tightened. Sarah had a small deja vu moment picturing his mother with the same expression. "It doesn't matter Sarah. You are right. over 9 years ago something happened to me and before that I can't remember anything. I'll give you that much. But all the rest of this is foolish. There is no such thing as a Goblin King. I'm just a man who had an accident."
He felt a pain go through his head again.
"How do you explain Mila?" Sarah asked him.
"I have no idea. You and she cooked some weird thing up and use a lot off flash and sparkle. Why I do not know. I'm telling you, there is no damn thing as a fucking Goblin King!"
Again a pain slammed into his brain.
He attempted not show his suffering, as he wanted to get the hell out there. "Look, I'm feeling better. I'm going home."
He got up slowly and was able to do it without the dizziness. He figured if he could make it down the stairs and get a cab he would be fine.
"Tommy, please let me come and check on you tomorrow." Sarah insisted.
He walked to the door and turned. "Whatever. You can come if you want. I'm not saying I'll open the door, but I can't stop you."
He left, slamming the door behind him.
Sarah laid on the couch and cried.

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Tommy wobbled down the stairs and made it to the street. He was able to crawl into a cab and give the driver the address.
The driver kept looking at him with a concerned look. "Hey man, you okay? You look bad. You need a hospital?"
Tommy cringed. "No. No hospitals. I have a migraine and I need to go home and take some medicine and go to sleep."
"Alright..whatever you say." The driver remarked.
He practically crawled up to his apartment and barely made it inside. He went into the bedroom and laid on the bed. staring at the ceiling.
He remembered the bottles sitting in his kitchen and forced himself to get up and go fetch them and bring them back into the bedroom.
He dug the bottle out of his pocket and dumped out the pills trying to count but his eyesight was swimming. In the end he just stuck a bunch in his mouth, downed them with a swig of the whiskey and laid back down.
The alcohol warmed his chilled body and relaxed his muscles which were still twitching intermittently.
He laid there and tried to go over what had happened that night.
"Bloody damn insane gorgeous woman." He mumbled. Did he lock his door? He thought to himself.
"Fuck it. Not anything worth stealing anyway." He sat up, shrugged off his jacket and kicked off his boots.
After a little longer he felt the painkillers taking hold.
Suddenly very tired he turned over on his belly and passed out, unconscious.
Okay, I really don't know if they have liquor stores that deliver in NYC, but hey this is a fantasy story so let's pretend they do :)
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