|Time Of The Twins
Author: Danalas the Lady Chaos PM
Sarah and Jareth's twin children, having been raised seperately their entire lives, finally meet up and find their parents. All complainers shall be tipped head first into the Bog of Eternal Stench.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 9 - Words: 5,593 - Reviews: 25 - Updated: 03-30-01 - Published: 02-22-01 - id: 214278
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Disclaimer: Umm....I own only the characters of Trevor and Victoria. I don't own Laby. I don't even own the names of Trevor and Victoria. I'm just borrowing them from some friends, so, just to make it clear, I own the characters of Trevor and Victoria, but not their names. And I don't own the plot, either. I'm just forcing it out of the little plot bunny that's been running around in my head all day.
Lightning flashed, thunder clapped, and rain poured down over the Underground. Screams of terror filled the night as distruction seemed to reign. Meanwhile, two snow-white owls, each carrying a white fledgling, flew away from the destruction and through a portal that closed as soon as they entered it. Landing behind an abandoned building on Earth, the owls transformed, revealing themselves to be the Goblin King Jareth, his wife, Sarah, and two small babies.
Sarah looked at each of her beautiful children, then up at her husband. "What are we going to do, Jareth?" she asked, her voice filled with a fear she wasn't used to feeling. Jareth only shook his head. "We've already been over this, Love. We've got to place them in seperate homes to be raised, or else their magic will be sensed and they'll not be safe. Meanwhile, we'll return to the Underground, hide until it's safe to attempt to take back what's ours, then, if either or both of us survive the final battle, return for our children."
Sarah nodded. Yet she hated to leave behind her beautiful twins. She cried a single tear for each one. Jareth saw this and turned each tear into a teardrop shaped diamond, then hung each from teh tip of a crescent moon, and placed one around the necks of each of his children. Sarah wrote the twins' names on a note for each basket, then Jareth took the boy and she the girl, and they seperated to find a different home for each on opposite sides of the town.
18 Years Later....
Victoria's head snapped up as she heard the whacking sound of her math teacher's ruler on her desk. It seemed she had been caught daydreaming again. It wasn't that she didn't want to pay attention. But it seemed her dreams, both in the daytime and at night, were filled with a fantasy world she just couldn't quite put her finger on, despite the fact that it felt so familiar to her. It just wasn't fair that she was being plagued like this.
As class finally ended and she headed to her locker, Victoria fingered the necklace she always wore. Her parents had told her that it had been on her neck when they found her, and had never seen anything like it. Victoria rarely brought out out from beneath her shirt, and when she did, looking at it took her mind back to her dreams. She was starting to wonder if there was some sort of connection. She was just glad her next class, and the last of the day, was drama, where she could see Trevor, her best friend.
Victoria slid easily into her chair as she got into the room and Trevor immediatly headed over. It was amazing the two were friends, really. All they had in common was a love for drama and the same birthday. There, the similarities stopped. While Victoria sometimes complained that something wasn't fair and the fact that she enjoyed magic, she was practical. Trevor was a dreamer, with his head in the clouds and his nose in a fantasy book, and dreams of someday being a famous actor.
While Trevor's hair was blond, and he had mis-matched eyes, which seemed to make him believe he must be non-human, Victoria had long dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. While Trevor enjoyed things like capes and costumes and had a flare for the dramatic, Victoria prefered jeans and a sweater for working on the set or hanging lights. While Victoria had a firm grip on reality except for her daydreams, Trevor lived in a fantasy world. Opposites definately attracted when it came to the two friends.
"Hey, Vick, how's it go-" Trevor stopped in mid-question, his eyes traveling down to the necklace around Victoria's neck. She tilted her head, questioningly. "Is something wrong, Trevor?" she asked. "Where'd you get that necklace?" Victoria's eyes went down to the silver crescent moon with the tiny tear-drop shaped diamond hanging between the tips. She must have forgotten to put it back under her shirt.
Victoria shrugged. "I don't know. I just know I've had it all my life, and I've never taken it off," she told him, fingering it again. Trevor nodded, quietly, then withdrew something from beneath his shirt. "Same with this," he answered. Victoria looked at Trevor's necklace, then back at her own, then up in his, wide-eyed. "They're exactly the same," she said, softly. That was when the instructor sent Trevor to his own seat. "We can talk about it after class," he told her, before running off to change into his costume. Victoria just nodded, tucked the necklace back beneath her shirt, then headed up into the sound booth to work on cues for the one-act they were working on.