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What Dreams May Come	By : nocturnemskoneko Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-What Dreams May Come
- 2-Chapter 2
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I do not own Labyrinth in any way... I wish
Jareth would give me my dreams and let me own him. :)

What Dreams May Come

Chapter 1

The sun was just setting as Sarah Williams pulled
her truck into the driveway, tapping the garage door remote clipped to the visor
above her head. Her head swayed in time with the song playing on the radio as
she sang along, doing a female�s rendition

�Dream walkin', pillow talkin', he's callin' my
name again

Day's breakin' I ain't wakin' up, I'm sleepin' in,

I'm on a roll now, gotta know how this dream
ends.�

She turned off the truck as the last of the song
faded out, popping the bed liner lid with the inside switch. She turned off the
lights and tapped the remote to close the garage with one hand as she opened the
door with the other. She went to the back of the truck and pulled out a bag of
groceries, her purse and portfolio. Holding the bag of groceries on one knee,
she closed the lid and headed toward the door of her small cottage through the
thickening darkness of the late October evening.

She paused at the door struggling one handed with
her keys, as she flipped them this way and that to disentangle the many key
chains that hung together upon the rings. With a muttered curse, she finally
freed the key she wanted and opened the door with a click.

Once through the door she dropped everything
heavily on the counter and let out a sigh as she kicked off her pumps at the
door. Home, finally. As much as she hated to admit with each year that passed
she was becoming more of a homebody. She adored the peace that surrounded this
cottage, nestled in the Appalachian Mountains. Fortunately, these days, she
could and did her work from home, unless she HAD to go to Louisville to see her
agent.

There was an otherworldly charm here that allowed
her a sense of wondnd gnd gave her a sense of freedom. She could dream here,
allow her fantasies to come to life. It gave her inspiration, and kept her from
losing her child�s heart. This place freed her somehow and brought her work to
life.

She unbuttoned her jacket as she moved into the
room, flipping on the light over the cook top as she passed it. It was enough
light to see by. She threw the jacket onto the back of a chair a few feet
away. ng bng back to the bag of groceries she quickly emptied it into the
refrigerator and pulled out a cold wine cooler.

Picking up her portfolio she went to the living
room and literally dropped into a chair, spilling some of the cooler on the
upholstery. The edges of her lips quirked up into a mischievous grin, alcohol
abuse.

�Ah me girlie, with a last name of Williams
thet�s gotta be a sin.�

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Gregori cursed as Jareth�s body vanished from in
front of him. How had he summoned the strength for that? It should not have
been possible. Daanna was not going to be pleased. His curses strengthened and
then silenced as he head the doors of the throne room open behind him. He
turned, slowly, removing his helm and bowed, with a grace that should not have
possible while encased in armor, to the woman entering the room.

�Daanna.� He spoke as he rose from his bow. He
watched her walk toward him, her brocade skirts lifted so as to not drag their
lace hems in the blood that covered the floor. She walked over the goblin�s
bodies gracefully as she moved to him. She lowered her eyes and gave him a
small flirtatious smile.

�Have you a gift for me, my Lord?� She raised her
eyes as she approached him, bringing her hands to rest on the front of his blood
drenched armor.

�Have I not given you enough, my Lady? You have
an entire kingdom at your disposal.� Gregori responded, looking into her deep
blue eyes. He reached out to touch her midnight tresses. She might be mortal,
but she was lovely, so lovely. He watched as her eyes narrowed and became
harder. She was even lovelier when she was angry.

�What of its King, my Lord?� Her voice was
harder, a bit louder. �You promised me his heart� still beating in my hands.�

It would seem that we underestimated him, Daanna.
He vanished away at the last possible moment. I have no idea how. He should
have had no strength left to him. I stripped everything away. Yet, somehow, he
pulled enough together to do a Vanishing.�

Daana�s eyes turned cold as he spoke. �You failed
me.�

Gregori pulled her roughly to him. �I did not
fail you. I have given you everything that was his. We have his kingdom, his
title. We, together, will rule his lands. Using the power that lies within the
Labyrinth, we can gain more strength and more lands. In truth, we have
committed an act that was far more successful than killing him would have been
and far more satisfying. This place was his strength. It is ours now to
command. If he lives, which I doubt, he can only watch as we rule.�

�I wanted his heart.� Daanna whispered into the
vaults of her own mind. �Explain to me what happened.� She said forcefully.
�Perhaps you missed something. Your attentions were focused solely on the task
at hand. Perhaps there is something else.�

Gregori looked down at her, passion burning in his
eyes. The battle had aroused him as nothing else ever could. �Explanations can
wait.� He took her lips roughly, even while sliding one hand beneath her legs
and pulling her up to him.

She responded to his kiss, the look in his eyes
burning through her. He was right. Explanations could wait. She wrapped her
fingers into his blonde tresses, reveling in the feel of the blood in his hair.
He was walking now. She whispered directions to the royal bed chamber and then
took his lips in another kiss that grew more heated with each step they took.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*'spa/span>

Jareth awakened as the sun passed its zenith and
managed to hit him full in the eyes where he lay. He started as he woke,
groaning loudly, his body screaming with pain. He opened his eyes slowly, in
case he had watchers. This did not seem to be a prison. Looking around a bit
more fully, he took in the room where he lay. There was a large stone fire
place to his right with a very large sward hanging above the mantelpiece. The
blade radiated the chill of Cold Iron. To his left, there was a small table and
chairs and another room beyond. In front of him, a chair and a large book case
with two doorways, one to either side. One seemed to lead up to the room he
could see above, the other to another room.

He sat up slowly, catching cloth as it fell from
his head. He started to move off the bed, swinging his legs out from beneath
the blanket covering him. He looked down to place his feet, stopping them just
before he slammed into the girl lying on the floor below him and the glass where
she lay. �A mortal girl?� His quiet voice seemed to reverberate in the
silence of the room.

How had he gotten here? He closed his eyes as a
wave of dizziness struck him. He had been fighting the Bane Sidhe and his
army. But, his goblins had been no match for the other Sidhe�s trolls and
redcaps. By the time their leader had reached his castle, he had been drained
to the core by a battle of magicks instigated by someone be the the walls. He
had fought still, paying no heed to each hit the other made, and then there had
been darkness, darkness and pain. He remembered nothing else. Somehow he had
gotten here, Aboveground, with her. He let out a quivering sigh as he moved to
the other side of the bed and slid off of it, only then realizing that he was
covered with Aboveground bandages, anry lry little else. His clothing had been
cut away and he was left with just was required for decency.

Jareth stood for a long moment, willing his legs
and body to cooperate as he started to move around the bed to where the girl
lay. He looked down at the girl with a cross of confusion and irritation on his
face. The confusion for how he had gotten here, the irritation for the fact
that she had seen him weak. She must have called upon him to take away a child
or herself and the Labyrinth had answered her call, when he had not done so
himself. The call may have been what saved his life, but he had hardly crossed
to Aboveground as the Goblin King, creature of fear and legend. He tried not to
look at her at all as he bent and lifted her from the floor to the bed.

Her weight was slight. A worried thought passed
through his mind. �Was she unwell?� This place where she lived was small and
seemed not to have much of value inside of it. The sword on the mantle worried
him as well. �Does she have Fae enemies?� He definitely did not need to be
involved in a dispute with another Fae for the girl. If she belonged to
another, he could not take her or her child. He reached out to pull her face
toward him once he got her settled on the bed, but pulled back quickly when he
met something wet and sticky on her face.   He reached again, this time touching
her chin and tilted her face toward him; a long gash lay across her cheek, the
glass from the floor still within it. He gazed at the face his eyes widening.
�Sarah.�

Without thinking about it, he took the rag that
had been in his hand and carefully brushed the glass from her wound, his mind
swirling with thoughts about the girl he tended. His hands shook with
conflicting emotions. She had grown into a beautiful woman. She had denied
him. Was she in trouble, is that why she called him? Why should he help her
after the way she destroyed him before? But overriding all of it, why the hell
did he care anyway? She was mortal. He was Sidhe. They had played a game.
She had won. She went home, leaving him and Underground forever.

He carefully pushed all thought away, and schooled
his face into a semblance of calm. He wrapped the blanket around him to
preserve some sense of propriety. Then he leaned forward. �Sarah.�

He spoke softly, his fingertips hovering just
above her face. �Come on, girl, wake up for me. Damn it, Sarah, wake up.� His
voice took on a clipped edge that could be construed as arrogance�or worry.

His words were met with a fluttering of eyelids.
Her eyes opened slowly, showed with sleep and confusion. They widened as they
locked on his own mismatched eyes and held. Jareth could feel the fear rolling
off of her in waves. �Jareth?� She breathed.

He pulled back, desperately trying to maintain
control against the onslaught of her emotions. A quirky thought passed through
his mind. �Well, at least she knows who I am.�   �That is Your Majesty, girl.
I don�t remember ever being on a first name basis with you.�

Sarah�s eyes narrowed, he could feel her anger
rising. �If you can call me Sarah, I will call you Jareth.�

A blood vessel in his jaw began to pulse as he
clamped his teeth together. Sarah shook her head and held up both hands.
�Never mind, it�s not worth an argument, your Majesty.� A wave of concern
passed over him as Sarah looked at him, her eyes softening. �Why are you up?
You should be resting. You�re still in pain.�

Finally, he could take no more. Her emotions were
swinging so rapidly. He couldn�t keep up and they were overwhelming his
senses. He stood, then, and walked away from the bed. He brought himself to
his full height, the blanket slipping from his shoulders. He turned back to
face her, his eyes cold and shuttered. Sarah could feel a building cold rage
within him. �Oh shit, here it comes.�

�What have you done to me? Why am I here?! Are
you aiding my enemies now, ting to overwhelm me with your petty mortal
emotions? Then do you plan to kill me with your cold iron weapon?!�

Sarah cringed back, very nearly trying to crawl
into the back of the couch, as she watched infainfamous temper explode.

He moved faster than she could register and
suddenly he was standing there, his hand wrapped in her hair, pulling her face
back to force her to look into his eyes, the fear and confusion he felt
radiating from her fueling his rage. He pulled harder. �Stop it. NOW!
Sarah. No more games. You�ve been caught.�

Sarah whimpered. This was not the Jareth she had
faced all those years ago. His rage had been controlled. This was the Jareth
she had seen only a few times over the past 6 years. There was no sanity left
in his eyes. She could almost feel the blood boiling inside his body. Her fear
level went up a notch. He�d kill her, without a doubt.

Jareth felt it as her fear spiked. He had to get
control or he�d kill her. Had to get control. He needed answers. But first he
needed to clear his head. There was only one way his headld cld clear, she had
to be unconscious, unable to project. He raised his hand to backhand her.

Sarah watches as he raised his hand to bring it
across her face.   It was coming with tremendous force. With his strength,
powered by rage, he�d kill her. That was her last thought as she blacked out,
fear overwhelming her entirely.

Jareth blinked as her eyes slid closed before his
hand touched her. Her entire body went limp. The emotional onslaught died away
as her eyes rolled back and slid shut. His hand dropped her head. He brought
to her face, allowing it to harmlessly brush her cheek. �What the�� He ran his
long fingers through his hair as he looked at the girl lying before him. What
had just happened? Did she hate him this much? He could feel his chest rising
and falling with ragged breathes. None of this made sense.

He turned from her. He had to get out of here.
He raised his hand to summon a crystal. He�d go back to Underground and regroup
there. He looked at his hand and concentrated. Nothing. He tried again.
Still nothing. He stared at his hand; the entire world seemed to spin for a
moment. Gone, his magic was gone. He turned to face the girl lying on the bed.

�What the hell have you done to me?!� He screamed
at her unconscious form.

He, of course, got no answer.
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