AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, this is my very first fanfic ever! It's a fanfic of Girls Next Door, a comic by Pika-la-Cynique over on deviantART (.com/gallery/772068). Basically, Jareth (Labyrinth), Sarah (Labyrinth), Erik (Phantom of the Opera), Christine (Phantom of the Opera), Crowley (Good Omens), James Norrington (Pirates of the Caribbean), Inspector Javert (Les Misérables), etc are all living in one giant crossover 'verse of an apartment building. Sarah and Christine are share an apartment and go to the same university and Jareth and Erik are roommates. For the most part this is JarethxSarah, but there is some extra mischief thrown in. If at any point during the story you need further clarification (particularly if you've never read GND before), just PM me and I'll gladly explain it to you.
I already have the other chapters thus far up on dA here: .com/gallery/36203086
Hope you like it! Please review :)
"Sar, are you absolutely sure about this?"
"Yes! Why else would he be so desperate to hide it?" Sarah gestured wildly with her hands, while a perturbed Christine looked on. The blond leaned back into the couch cushion slightly as her excited roommate took on an evil expression. "Just you wait, Goblin King, your secret's not safe for long!"
"So, how exactly do you plan on getting it?"
"Well," Sarah paused in thought. "It was under his bed, so I guess I'll have to look for it when he's gone."
Christine blinked. "Sarah, you do realize that not only has Jareth probably moved that box by now, but has doubtless added numerous protection spells to it?"
"Of course I do," the brunette replied irritably. "But his magic and tricks didn't keep me from beating his Labyrinth, did they?"
The opera singer sighed. "Well, I don't think you can do this on your own… And I really don't think I should get involved."
Sarah thought for a moment. This was an obstacle she hadn't expected. Obviously, the goblins would be of no help at all, for fear of being bogged, and would likely leak to Jareth that she had asked any questions at all.
"I've got it!" She snapped. "I'm sure Erik will help me... After all, Jareth did jam up his piano keys with glitter yesterday."
"Oh-kay… I should just warn you though, Erik can be a little... extreme sometimes."
Jumping onto the phone, Sarah punched in the boys' apartment number hastily. She tapped her fingers on the table as she listened to the ringing.
"Hello?" A deep voice came from the other side. Christine leaned in, trying to catch the words.
Sarah groaned. It was just her luck that the perv himself would pick up. She rubbed her temples, and reminded herself why exactly she was going through this.
A beat passed before Jareth realized. "Sarah? How wonderful of you to call! Calling upon my assistance, precious? You know, it would have much easier to just say 'I wish -'"
"Shut it, Jareth," she snapped. "I'm calling for Erik."
"Oh, that masked idiot?" His voice was filled with contempt. "What ever do you want with him?"
"Just give him the phone, Jareth." She hoped her voice dripped with every murderous impulse she was experiencing.
"Very well, then."
Some slight scuffling noises came through the phone, and muffled voices could be heard. At last, the noises ended, and Erik spoke into the phone. "Sarah?"
"Erik. Is Jareth still there?"
Sarah breathed out. She could only hope Christine's tutor was reliable enough not to spill to his roommate about why Sarah had called him. "Look, Erik, I need a favor..."
Erik's voice suddenly became serious. She could picture the annoyed grimace that likely overtook his face. "I hope this is not the sort of favor that involves ensuring that that prancing, Christine-stealing Vicomte remains unharmed..."
"I assure you, Erik," she interrupted. "If that's what I wanted, I would just have Christine ask you."