"You complete and utter idiot!" I shrieked as I hit Logan again and again in anger, knocking him to the ground. I got on top of him and continue to physically punish him for his words. "Do you realize what you've just done? How could you? You son of a banshee! You deserve to fry in hell!"
"As much as I enjoy watching you pummel the boy into a pulp, precious, I'd appreciate it if you let me take care of him," Jareth's silky voice purred into my ear.
I stopped, straightened, and tried to regain a bit of my pride and dignity. I got up off of my now officially ex-date and was immediately pulled into Jareth's chest. He was in his Goblin King mode now, his clothes magically changed into menacingly attire and his aura radiating pure power.
Logan slowly stood up to face us. I noted with pleasure that he wiped blood off his nose. He froze when he looked at Jareth, suddenly realizing who he was. "You're the Goblin King?" he asked in shock and horror. "You're Jareth? Sarah's old boyfriend?"
"Now, thanks to you, I'll become much more than just a boyfriend to her." Jareth said smoothly, tilting his head cockily. I didn't know whether or not to make a deal out of his words, but Jareth's energy made it pretty clear I was to stay silent and in his arms.
"I can't believe it," Logan said intelligently.
"Believe it, booger breath," I snarled childishly.
"Do you wish to solve the Labyrinth in pursuit of saving Sarah, Lewis?" Jareth asked coolly, knowing full well that there wasn't a chance in hell that Logan could possibly make it through the Labyrinth to rescue me.
Logan's eyes darted from Jareth, to me, to Jareth, and then his gaze lingered on me. "Not really."
I hissed in annoyance, trying not to think about my fate with Jareth. But, of course, I failed. I ran through the possibilities in my head: trophy wife, plaything, goblin, thing-in-the-oubliette, thing-in-the-Bog of Eternal Stench (aka Smelly Girl), eternal runner of the Labyrinth, chicken caretaker (please God, NO!), goblin babysitter (Smelly Girl is suddenly looking so much better) professional masquerade dancer . . .
"Alright, then," Jareth's voice snapped me out of my career exploring thoughts. "I do hope you enjoy life as a goblin, Leviathan. You're going to make a particularly unattractive one."
"Wait," Logan's voice cracked. He was starting to panic. "Aren't you just going to give me a dream and let me go along my way?"
"Oh no, dear boy," Jareth shook his head, smirking. "You only receive a dream the first time you wish a person away. The second time, you join their fate. By forfeiting your run of the Labyrinth, you have just agreed to become a goblin, Larry."
"No! This can't be happening!" Logan took a step back, shaking his head frantically. "I do not want to be a goblin and my name is not Larry!"
"Such a pity," Jareth suddenly pushed me behind him and leaned closer to Logan. "I do so like the name Larry better."
I closed my eyes as there was a flash of blinding light, trying to keep myself together and not panic. After the light faded, Jareth's arms wrapped around my body and he gently kissed the top of my head. "You can look now, precious."
I opened my eyes to find a small, brown goblin in front of me, with huge horns out of the top of his head and small, dark, beady eyes. Jareth was right - Larry the Goblin was particularly unattractive. And that's saying a lot for a goblin.
I set my jaw and glared at the confused, horrified goblin. "Good riddance," I muttered.
Jareth exhaled soundly as if to agree with my words before he inhaled the scent of my hair, affectionately rubbing his nose against my brown locks. He seemed perfectly content, while I was trying not to go completely berserk.
"So . . ." I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Um, thanks for getting rid of the loser. I guess I'll just be going home now . . ."
He chuckled, drawing me even closer against him. "Don't think you can get away that easy, darling," his voice was elated and breezy, like he had just won the lottery and was still in a happy shock. "You were wished away to me."
"Yeah, funny thing that," I shifted uncomfortably. "But since I'm not a child and you can't turn me into a goblin, you're just going to let me go along my way with a very valuable lesson, right? Don't get wished away by seemingly nice but actually really creepy weirdos?"
"I'm quite aware of the fact that you are not a child, Sarah," Though I couldn't see his face, I could swear that he was smirking. "And I have no intention of turning you into a goblin."
"Yay," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "Come out with it, Jareth. What exactly are you going to do with me?"
Jareth turned me around in his arms so that his mismatched eyes could look straight into mine. "Sarah Williams," he said my name like a bold caress. "I am going to marry you."
And then he leaned down and kissed me.
I tore away from him, wrenching myself out of his embrace. I was in shock and I let instinct take over my mind. I looked at him for a split second before I turn and ran.
I ran through all the happy couples holding hands and I ran through all the lonely people hoping to find true love on this holiday. I ran through the park, through the streets, through the neighborhood. I ran without thinking. I ran home.
I ran inside my house, expecting to see my family but seeing only an empty house. "Toby?" I called, my heart thumping erratically in my chest. "Dad? Karen? Hello?"
When nothing responded, I ran quickly up the stairs over towards Toby's room. "Toby?" I called out again, seeing a perfectly neat room instead of Toby's usual mess.
I turned and ran back down the stairs towards the front door, grasping the doorknob with both hands. I pulled and turned and pushed, but it would open. I was locked inside of my own house.
"Why do you run from me, Sarah?" Jareth's elegant voice asked from behind me. I inhaled sharply in surprise and turned around to see him leaning up against the wall, watching me closely.
"Where's my family?" I demanded, drawing myself up to my full height. "What did you do to them?"
Jareth raised an eyebrow and his expression was one of frustration and hurt. "You think that I would harm your family, Sarah?" he sounded pissed. My situation was getting worse by the second.
"Well, what did you do with them?" I repeated, crossing my arms over my chest.
Jareth took his weight away from the wall and began to stalk towards me slowly. Scratch what I said earlier. My situation was getting worse by the nanosecond. "They're safe, of course," he said, his accent becoming more pronounced in his anger. "They're waiting for you to stop all of this foolishness." He was getting close - too close. His arms reached forward to cage me in, but I quickly darted over to the side, behind the couch.
"Stay away from me," I hissed, my arms outstretched in front of me in protection.
Jareth tilted his head, smirking humorlessly. "Are you afraid of me, precious?"
"Of a glitter-loving, leather-clad, crystal-carrying freak like you? Never!"
My words seemed to bounce right off of him, and instead he grinned knowingly. "You're afraid of yourself, aren't you?" he purred, coming to the opposite end of the couch. "You're afraid of how you feel about me. You're afraid that your feelings aren't genuinely returned. That you'll be rejected."
"I am not!" I snapped immediately.
Jareth straightened and, against my will and control, so did I. Jareth walked around the couch quickly to pull me into his arms. "Sarah," he purred, looking at me with an expression of total adoration. "Tell me how you feel about me."
The words were out of my mouth before I could even think twice. "I am madly and passionately in love with you." My cheeks flushed red in embarrassment and shame. Stupid darn magic! Gah!
Jareth smiled a genuine smile, like he was the happiest man in the world. "I want to marry you, Sarah," he declared firmly. "Because I am madly, passionately, and completely in love with you."
He suddenly got down on one knee, taking one of my hands between both of his. I gasped and my free hand came up to cover my mouth in shock. "Will you marry me, love?" he asked, sure of himself and what he was asking, but I'm pretty sure he was unsure of how humans asked each other to get married.
What was I supposed to say? 'No, I think I'm going to try my luck with the other King down the street. But, y'know, thanks anyways.'
Instead of scrambling for some lame, soppy words to reply with, I just nodded.
Jareth eyes gleamed with triumph and love as he got back up to kiss me passionately. "But don't think you can just whisk me away to the Underground for forever," I said between perfect kisses. "I've got a life up here. Just because I love you doesn't mean that you can just-"
"Sarah," Jareth cut me off. "Just kiss me."
And so I did.
"We're home!" Toby's voice suddenly interrupted my very great kiss and I broke away from Jareth to see him, Karen, and my dad in the doorway. They were carrying big boxed of...
"We went peach picking, Sarah!" Toby announced, grinning as he went into the kitchen to set his on the counter. "We met this really nice old lady who let us pick and pick and pick until we couldn't fit anymore into the car! Isn't that great?"
I glared daggers at Jareth, who just smiled at me innocently.
"Hello, Sarah," Karen and Dad said as they also came into the house. Karen eyed Jareth approvingly. "And who is this young man you've wandered home with?"
"Yeah," Dad said, cocking his head and looking confused. "Didn't you leave here with Logan this morning?"
"Well," I smiled hesitantly, slipping my hand into Jareth's. "It's kind of a long story . . ."
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