Chapter One, The Dream
Title: Your Eyes - Chapter One, The Dream
Author: princessjessia
Pairing/Characters: Jareth/Sarah
Summary: After many dreams, a cry of desperation brings the image, in her vanity mirror, of the man Sarah desperately loves. Will he feel the same?
Rating: M
Word Count: 1,084
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the movie Labyrinth. The Labyrinth characters and events in the movies belong to Jim Henson, may he rest in peace as his legacy lives on through all of us. I seek to make no profit from this venture and I promise to return everything back the way I found it. However, I’m not saying I wouldn’t like to own Jareth, just like I’d love to own the male stars of my fanfics in the HP universe. Anyone who knows if and how this is possible will be my new hero.
Notes:Welcome to my “baby” - the first fan fiction I ever wrote. It has grown much larger than I ever dreamed but I see the end of it drawing near.
Next Chapter: Chapter 2, Misery Begins
Broken pieces of stairs floated around Sarah as strains of a song reached her ears. The tune made her sway unconsciously, as if she wanted to dance. She began to take notice of it as it played in the background. It was the song from her ballroom dream.
She listened, confused. Instinctively she knew this was not right! This song should not be playing here, floating softly through the shattered, bobbing fragments of the Escher room. She suddenly realized she was dreaming, something that had never had happened to her in a dream before this one. She absently attributed it to the change she had recognized. She puzzled over the change, as her dreams of this confrontation and other meetings had never before deviated from her memories. She had been forced to relive them over and over, unable to say or do anything different, even after she realized she…
‘Sarah, you can’t think about that now,’ she thought quickly, mentally beating down the thoughts as she took in her surroundings.
He should be here, where was he?
She caught a glimmer of white and gray move around a corner of a floating fragment as the song continued. She walked to where she had seen it and looked around the corner, finding nothing. She glanced around, then set out, searching among the pieces as the voice, soft and haunting, teased her from around corners and behind pieces. She would get almost on top of the location it was coming from before it would suddenly come from another direction.
She felt like she had in the ballroom, searching for him among the masked faces as she was now searching for him among the floating rubble. As she continued to search, the song changed, and she paused, baffled. Now she could clearly hear his voice, singing the song from the Esher room, but this time the song was different. His tone was soft and sweet, not demanding and cold as it had seemed to her as she searched for Toby. It was almost…
‘Stop it,’ she admonished herself. She pushed the thought from her and came to a complete stop, almost holding her breath to help her find what direction the voice was coming from. After a few minutes she was still unable to locate it and she became frustrated.
‘What is going on?’ she thought to herself. ‘None of this is right. He should be here.’ She wandered forward, looking left and right among the floating sand colored fragments of the stairs as she returned to the middle of the broken room. Nothing stirred except her and the slowly bobbing pieces.
“Come out,” she asked, tentatively, daring to break the silence that now surrounded her as the song had ended several seconds ago.
A man with frost blonde hair appeared between two large pieces of floating debris. He was clothed in gray with a cape of white topped with a shredded fabric that fluttered like feathers around him. He stalked, like a big cat, ever so slowly towards her. A deadly serious look was upon his face as he stared at her. As she watched him, she felt the fine hairs on her neck prickle. Being in his presence made her heart pound and every nerve in her body vibrated insanely as he neared.
“Give me the child,” she said, the words coming by rote, although she did not mean them. Despite the differences, she knew the scene had to play out as before, in spite of her feelings. She was not sure what made her know this and she never even stopped to think she could change anything.
“Sarah,” the man said, his accented voice soft but commanding.
Sarah, waiting for the next words to fall from his mouth, stared intently at him. When he did not continue, she looked at him quizzically. ‘Why isn’t he saying it?’ her mind questioned.
Feeling absurd, she prompted, her voice slightly mimicking his tone and demeanor, “Beware, I have been generous…”
The stern look on the man’s face disappeared as he laughed heartily. Sarah momentarily reveled in the sound as it surrounded her, the dulcet tone washing soothingly over her highly charged senses, before shaking her head as if to clear it, feeling annoyed that he had laughed.
“This isn’t how it goes, you know,” she said, glaring at him. “None of this is right.”
“Fine then,” he said, his voice soft, seductive and amused. “It will be as it was before.”
And the dream continued the way it had every time before. He circled her in that predatory way of his as she slowly revolved with him. In her mind she wished it could end differently, she wished she could tell him how she felt. But she continued, reciting the lines of her memory as she had done during that fateful encounter.
“Look what I’m offering you,” he said enticingly.
Sarah glanced at his hand, but it was empty. Where was the crystal?
‘Why is it changing again?’ The thought echoed in her mind and she completely forgot to speak the lines she was supposed to have said. The man, unnoticed by Sarah, smiled briefly and continued even though she had not said the lines to make him continue. Sarah looked up at the man whose gaze was concentrated on her as he spoke, the tone beseeching and desperate as his empty hand reached for her, his fingertips inches from contact with her body..
“Fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.”
At the words, fragments of the songs whispered in her mind unbidden. As they did, she stared into his eyes. Mismatched eyes that gazed deep into her own, full of an unnamed desire, a strong desperation and…
Love.
He smiled at her lovingly and her heart leapt, pounding even more furiously than before. Her mind reeled as all the moments collided and the songs and the words he had sung and spoke clicked into place in her brain. She realized, with a rapidly growing shock, he was offering her his love - he was offering himself. ‘He loves me,’ she thought wonderingly.
The line that had come from her lips before in her dreams died on her lips before she could utter it. Then the complete realization of what she had done, what she had given up just over two years ago flooded her mind, causing the scene around her to swirl sickeningly.
Sarah awoke and her world fell down.
Author: princessjessia
Pairing/Characters: Jareth/Sarah
Summary: After many dreams, a cry of desperation brings the image, in her vanity mirror, of the man Sarah desperately loves. Will he feel the same?
Rating: M
Word Count: 1,084
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the movie Labyrinth. The Labyrinth characters and events in the movies belong to Jim Henson, may he rest in peace as his legacy lives on through all of us. I seek to make no profit from this venture and I promise to return everything back the way I found it. However, I’m not saying I wouldn’t like to own Jareth, just like I’d love to own the male stars of my fanfics in the HP universe. Anyone who knows if and how this is possible will be my new hero.
Notes:Welcome to my “baby” - the first fan fiction I ever wrote. It has grown much larger than I ever dreamed but I see the end of it drawing near.
Next Chapter: Chapter 2, Misery Begins
Broken pieces of stairs floated around Sarah as strains of a song reached her ears. The tune made her sway unconsciously, as if she wanted to dance. She began to take notice of it as it played in the background. It was the song from her ballroom dream.
She listened, confused. Instinctively she knew this was not right! This song should not be playing here, floating softly through the shattered, bobbing fragments of the Escher room. She suddenly realized she was dreaming, something that had never had happened to her in a dream before this one. She absently attributed it to the change she had recognized. She puzzled over the change, as her dreams of this confrontation and other meetings had never before deviated from her memories. She had been forced to relive them over and over, unable to say or do anything different, even after she realized she…
‘Sarah, you can’t think about that now,’ she thought quickly, mentally beating down the thoughts as she took in her surroundings.
He should be here, where was he?
She caught a glimmer of white and gray move around a corner of a floating fragment as the song continued. She walked to where she had seen it and looked around the corner, finding nothing. She glanced around, then set out, searching among the pieces as the voice, soft and haunting, teased her from around corners and behind pieces. She would get almost on top of the location it was coming from before it would suddenly come from another direction.
She felt like she had in the ballroom, searching for him among the masked faces as she was now searching for him among the floating rubble. As she continued to search, the song changed, and she paused, baffled. Now she could clearly hear his voice, singing the song from the Esher room, but this time the song was different. His tone was soft and sweet, not demanding and cold as it had seemed to her as she searched for Toby. It was almost…
‘Stop it,’ she admonished herself. She pushed the thought from her and came to a complete stop, almost holding her breath to help her find what direction the voice was coming from. After a few minutes she was still unable to locate it and she became frustrated.
‘What is going on?’ she thought to herself. ‘None of this is right. He should be here.’ She wandered forward, looking left and right among the floating sand colored fragments of the stairs as she returned to the middle of the broken room. Nothing stirred except her and the slowly bobbing pieces.
“Come out,” she asked, tentatively, daring to break the silence that now surrounded her as the song had ended several seconds ago.
A man with frost blonde hair appeared between two large pieces of floating debris. He was clothed in gray with a cape of white topped with a shredded fabric that fluttered like feathers around him. He stalked, like a big cat, ever so slowly towards her. A deadly serious look was upon his face as he stared at her. As she watched him, she felt the fine hairs on her neck prickle. Being in his presence made her heart pound and every nerve in her body vibrated insanely as he neared.
“Give me the child,” she said, the words coming by rote, although she did not mean them. Despite the differences, she knew the scene had to play out as before, in spite of her feelings. She was not sure what made her know this and she never even stopped to think she could change anything.
“Sarah,” the man said, his accented voice soft but commanding.
Sarah, waiting for the next words to fall from his mouth, stared intently at him. When he did not continue, she looked at him quizzically. ‘Why isn’t he saying it?’ her mind questioned.
Feeling absurd, she prompted, her voice slightly mimicking his tone and demeanor, “Beware, I have been generous…”
The stern look on the man’s face disappeared as he laughed heartily. Sarah momentarily reveled in the sound as it surrounded her, the dulcet tone washing soothingly over her highly charged senses, before shaking her head as if to clear it, feeling annoyed that he had laughed.
“This isn’t how it goes, you know,” she said, glaring at him. “None of this is right.”
“Fine then,” he said, his voice soft, seductive and amused. “It will be as it was before.”
And the dream continued the way it had every time before. He circled her in that predatory way of his as she slowly revolved with him. In her mind she wished it could end differently, she wished she could tell him how she felt. But she continued, reciting the lines of her memory as she had done during that fateful encounter.
“Look what I’m offering you,” he said enticingly.
Sarah glanced at his hand, but it was empty. Where was the crystal?
‘Why is it changing again?’ The thought echoed in her mind and she completely forgot to speak the lines she was supposed to have said. The man, unnoticed by Sarah, smiled briefly and continued even though she had not said the lines to make him continue. Sarah looked up at the man whose gaze was concentrated on her as he spoke, the tone beseeching and desperate as his empty hand reached for her, his fingertips inches from contact with her body..
“Fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.”
At the words, fragments of the songs whispered in her mind unbidden. As they did, she stared into his eyes. Mismatched eyes that gazed deep into her own, full of an unnamed desire, a strong desperation and…
Love.
He smiled at her lovingly and her heart leapt, pounding even more furiously than before. Her mind reeled as all the moments collided and the songs and the words he had sung and spoke clicked into place in her brain. She realized, with a rapidly growing shock, he was offering her his love - he was offering himself. ‘He loves me,’ she thought wonderingly.
The line that had come from her lips before in her dreams died on her lips before she could utter it. Then the complete realization of what she had done, what she had given up just over two years ago flooded her mind, causing the scene around her to swirl sickeningly.
Sarah awoke and her world fell down.