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Fic: Family Reunion 6/8
Title: Family Reunion 6/8
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Cain, Jareth, Sarah and DG (mention of Glitch, Mama Cain, fighters of the Eastern Guild, Fireys and the question guy)
Rating: G
Summary: Dinner, dishes and some storytellin’
Warning: Crack, crack and more crack. Oh, and did I mention the CRACK?! o.O
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The Labyrinth and Sarah belongs to Jareth, who's borrowing it -and the knockers- from Jim Henson, George Lucas and Terry Gilliam. The OCs are mine. The idea came from buffybot76.
Family Reunion: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | When Is a Door Not a Door? | Two Cains are Crankier Than One
Kans-Az: First Meeting | Azkadellia's First Barbeque | Laundry | Bar Queen
“So, this twister pops down in the field and, of course,” DG said with a wave across the table to Sarah. Sarah nodded as she took a sip and Jareth and Cain could only look at each other. Sarah and DG had spent half the afternoon simply moving from one subject to another without so much as a pause.
Cain and Jareth had spent most of the afternoon ‘catching up’ without saying much. But, the Cains weren’t much for talking. Jareth shook his head and leaned back in his chair as Cain sat back and watched the girls talk.
“Next thing I know, I’m in the woods and there are two suns,” DG said, holding up two fingers. “’course, I figure that I’ve just had one to many cracks to the skull, but-” she said with a shrug. Sarah nodded and leaned forward to reach for the pitcher to refill her glass.
“And then I’m surround by these little guys dressed as turkeys. It was like an elementary Thanksgiving play on crack,” DG said and both girls started laughing.
“They didn’t try to tear off your head, though?” Sarah asked. DG shook her head.
“No, but they did threaten to cook me for dinner,” she said with a laugh. “And I met Glitch, who’s not all there,” she added, pointing to her head. “No brains.”
Sarah nodded. “There’s an old man down where the hedge maze meets the stone. He’s a bit off his rocker.”
“It’s not his fault,” Cain interrupted. Both girls looked at him and he nodded toward DG, but spoke to Sarah. “Azka- The witch pulled his brains out when he wouldn’t talk.” DG nodded and glanced to Sarah.
“And he remembers things... he just forgets what he’s remembered and has to remember it again.” Sarah smiled at them both and pushed back from the table. Standing up, she reached for her plate and nodded to Cain’s.
“You finished with that?” Cain looked from her to the plate and nodded. As she reached for the plate, Cain waved to her.
“I can-”
“Not to worry. I can handle it,” Sarah said with a smile. DG pushed back and picked up her own plate as Sarah moved around Cain and picked up Jareth’s.
“I’ll help you,” DG said while looking at Cain. She motioned to Jareth with her eyes and Cain frowned. They’d said all they needed to say; why did she think they’d have more to talk about?
DG followed Sarah into the kitchen and set her plate down next to the others. “So, does anyone else actually live here?” Sarah looked at the wall and sighed as she dunked the first plate into the sink.
“Used to be a bunch of goblins, but once Jareth went soft, they high-tailed it out.”
“So he’s here all alone?” DG asked as Sarah passed over the plate. DG reached for a towel and had to laugh because she was sure the towel had come from the Other Side.
“Well, not completely alone,” Sarah said with a shrug. “But, this place used to be a lot busier than it is.” DG nodded and set the now-dry plate down and waited for the next one. “So, turkey-people...” Sarah prompted, wanting to hear more about DG’s adventure.
-*-
“So,” Cain started, nodding to the door after Sarah and DG were gone. “Goblin King,” he added with a smile. “Where are your loyal subjects?” Jareth sighed heavily and picked at the table rather dramatically and pursed his lips.
“They have moved on to... greener pastures.” Cain raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“Took off on you, did they?”
“Ungrateful little-” He huffed and pushed back in his chair then popped up and strode over to the window. “I give them everything and this is how they repay me? It’s not-” Jareth grumbled, catching himself before he quoted Sarah. Not that he cared, but he knew she’d manage to find out he said it and would proceed to never let him live it down.
It was no wonder the goblins left; he’d gone soft.
“And the people?” Cain asked, joining his brother next to the window. Jareth threw a quick glance to Cain and sighed.
“After Mother died,” Jareth said quietly. “I may have given the goblins a bit more leeway than they should have had. After a while, they were doing whatever they pleased and I had lost control. Well,” Jareth shrugged. “I was still in control, but I wasn’t...”
“Why didn’t you send for me, Jareth? I could have-” Cain breathed. He couldn’t have done much. He’d pretty much abandoned the family and had his own life to live. Not that that had worked out any better.
“No, you had your own problems, brother. I should have sent for you, yes. But I didn’t want to have to be rescued by my brother. Unfortunately, by the time I realized what was happening, it was far too late.”
“And the kidnapping?” Cain asked in that tone, complete with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, well...” Jareth leaned toward Cain. “Don’t tell Sarah, but all children were returned, no harm done.” Cain forced back the smile. “After all, Mother would never have forgiven me,” Jareth said with a slight chuckle.
The two men stood at the window for a few moments and stared out over the quiet city. Jareth turned to Cain a moment later and gave him an honest smile. “I am truly glad to see you, brother.”
“You, as well,” Cain said with a nod and then he looked back out the window. Turning back a second later, Cain added: “She really is awful young, Jareth.” Jareth rolled his eyes.
Brothers.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Cain, Jareth, Sarah and DG (mention of Glitch, Mama Cain, fighters of the Eastern Guild, Fireys and the question guy)
Rating: G
Summary: Dinner, dishes and some storytellin’
Warning: Crack, crack and more crack. Oh, and did I mention the CRACK?! o.O
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The Labyrinth and Sarah belongs to Jareth, who's borrowing it -and the knockers- from Jim Henson, George Lucas and Terry Gilliam. The OCs are mine. The idea came from buffybot76.
Family Reunion: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | When Is a Door Not a Door? | Two Cains are Crankier Than One
Kans-Az: First Meeting | Azkadellia's First Barbeque | Laundry | Bar Queen
“So, this twister pops down in the field and, of course,” DG said with a wave across the table to Sarah. Sarah nodded as she took a sip and Jareth and Cain could only look at each other. Sarah and DG had spent half the afternoon simply moving from one subject to another without so much as a pause.
Cain and Jareth had spent most of the afternoon ‘catching up’ without saying much. But, the Cains weren’t much for talking. Jareth shook his head and leaned back in his chair as Cain sat back and watched the girls talk.
“Next thing I know, I’m in the woods and there are two suns,” DG said, holding up two fingers. “’course, I figure that I’ve just had one to many cracks to the skull, but-” she said with a shrug. Sarah nodded and leaned forward to reach for the pitcher to refill her glass.
“And then I’m surround by these little guys dressed as turkeys. It was like an elementary Thanksgiving play on crack,” DG said and both girls started laughing.
“They didn’t try to tear off your head, though?” Sarah asked. DG shook her head.
“No, but they did threaten to cook me for dinner,” she said with a laugh. “And I met Glitch, who’s not all there,” she added, pointing to her head. “No brains.”
Sarah nodded. “There’s an old man down where the hedge maze meets the stone. He’s a bit off his rocker.”
“It’s not his fault,” Cain interrupted. Both girls looked at him and he nodded toward DG, but spoke to Sarah. “Azka- The witch pulled his brains out when he wouldn’t talk.” DG nodded and glanced to Sarah.
“And he remembers things... he just forgets what he’s remembered and has to remember it again.” Sarah smiled at them both and pushed back from the table. Standing up, she reached for her plate and nodded to Cain’s.
“You finished with that?” Cain looked from her to the plate and nodded. As she reached for the plate, Cain waved to her.
“I can-”
“Not to worry. I can handle it,” Sarah said with a smile. DG pushed back and picked up her own plate as Sarah moved around Cain and picked up Jareth’s.
“I’ll help you,” DG said while looking at Cain. She motioned to Jareth with her eyes and Cain frowned. They’d said all they needed to say; why did she think they’d have more to talk about?
DG followed Sarah into the kitchen and set her plate down next to the others. “So, does anyone else actually live here?” Sarah looked at the wall and sighed as she dunked the first plate into the sink.
“Used to be a bunch of goblins, but once Jareth went soft, they high-tailed it out.”
“So he’s here all alone?” DG asked as Sarah passed over the plate. DG reached for a towel and had to laugh because she was sure the towel had come from the Other Side.
“Well, not completely alone,” Sarah said with a shrug. “But, this place used to be a lot busier than it is.” DG nodded and set the now-dry plate down and waited for the next one. “So, turkey-people...” Sarah prompted, wanting to hear more about DG’s adventure.
-*-
“So,” Cain started, nodding to the door after Sarah and DG were gone. “Goblin King,” he added with a smile. “Where are your loyal subjects?” Jareth sighed heavily and picked at the table rather dramatically and pursed his lips.
“They have moved on to... greener pastures.” Cain raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“Took off on you, did they?”
“Ungrateful little-” He huffed and pushed back in his chair then popped up and strode over to the window. “I give them everything and this is how they repay me? It’s not-” Jareth grumbled, catching himself before he quoted Sarah. Not that he cared, but he knew she’d manage to find out he said it and would proceed to never let him live it down.
It was no wonder the goblins left; he’d gone soft.
“And the people?” Cain asked, joining his brother next to the window. Jareth threw a quick glance to Cain and sighed.
“After Mother died,” Jareth said quietly. “I may have given the goblins a bit more leeway than they should have had. After a while, they were doing whatever they pleased and I had lost control. Well,” Jareth shrugged. “I was still in control, but I wasn’t...”
“Why didn’t you send for me, Jareth? I could have-” Cain breathed. He couldn’t have done much. He’d pretty much abandoned the family and had his own life to live. Not that that had worked out any better.
“No, you had your own problems, brother. I should have sent for you, yes. But I didn’t want to have to be rescued by my brother. Unfortunately, by the time I realized what was happening, it was far too late.”
“And the kidnapping?” Cain asked in that tone, complete with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, well...” Jareth leaned toward Cain. “Don’t tell Sarah, but all children were returned, no harm done.” Cain forced back the smile. “After all, Mother would never have forgiven me,” Jareth said with a slight chuckle.
The two men stood at the window for a few moments and stared out over the quiet city. Jareth turned to Cain a moment later and gave him an honest smile. “I am truly glad to see you, brother.”
“You, as well,” Cain said with a nod and then he looked back out the window. Turning back a second later, Cain added: “She really is awful young, Jareth.” Jareth rolled his eyes.
Brothers.