Only a Dream 21Susan didn't walk. That was too simple a word. Susan Sto Helit marched. Her steps were measured and controlled, wasting very little energy and with no superfluous movement at all. Also, she was not a fan of mechanical contraptions like elevators. She'd been raised in a world where such things were bound to throw you over a cliff in the name of science or they would free fall the entire length of the building because someone had forgotten to put brakes in (or they'd been cut because either you or someone you were with was being followed by an assassin). In any case, she preferred stairs if at all possible, and, in the moments where they weren't available, she'd snap her fingers and find another way.
Their progress down the stairwell, was punctuated by the grumbling of some in their party. Susan, hearing this, spoke over her shoulder, "Would you all prefer that I put you in the elevator and allow it to drop all the way to the bottom? Because, as I'm sure you'll remember, time has been ef
Only a Dream 20Sarah couldn't help but feel rather mildly perturbed at all her apartment mates. After all, she was friends with a good majority of them, and the others really weren't friends with anybody, so they didn't count. She'd been sitting in the dark room for quite awhile now, and no one, repeat, NO ONE had bothered to show up. Not even Jareth...That man seemed to know when she did just about anything so where was he?
The blond man with the creepy eyes kept moving back and forth from one room to another and the hidden person in the other room was getting agitated. She could tell, thanks to the higher and higher pitch of his voice. Teatime gave no outward indication of increasing annoyance, but she could somehow tell he was not too pleased, either.
And then she heard a POP.
The man named Mr. Sidney became very excited very quickly, saying, "We've got him! It worked!" over and over and over again.
Teatime's voice held a grin that sent a shiver dancing up and down Sarah's spine. "Ve
Only a Dream 19Most of the people who could claim to know Jareth, in any sense of the word, would have assumed, upon his discovery of Sarah's kidnapping, that he'd pelt off without thought in an attempt to get her back. However, while that might have been his course of action a decade or so before, he knew better now. After all, what kind of person would it be who'd grab the future Goblin Queen and then taunt, bloody taunt, the man who was in love with her? Said person was either incredibly stupid, or had some kind of greater plan in the works. With that in mind, he didn't even bother using a crystal to look for her. That might play right into their hands... So, instead of walking into a possible trap, he went looking for the two beings who never seemed to have quite the same amount of trouble that he and the others did.
A few moments later, he knocked once at one of the other apartments. Granted, he didn't wait for anyone to answer it, bypassing that bit of social nicety in favor of poofin
Only a Dream 18Christine got back to the apartment fairly late, which, for her, meant that it was nearly midnight. She was a little shocked to walk in to darkness. Sarah hadn't mentioned a meeting or a date for that evening...not that the latter would have lasted till midnight. Jareth could be as bad as Erik when he wanted. Trying to be quiet, in case the younger girl was already in bed, she moved towards her own room. However, as she walked down the hall, she noticed that the other door was slightly ajar. Poking her head into the opaque darkness on the other side, she felt around for the light switch. Something just didn't feel right, which usually meant that something was wrong. Deciding to risk her roomie's wrath, she flicked the switch. As the darkened room was flooded with light, she turned on her heel and moved quickly towards the phone. Grabbing the receiver, she punched in the only number that made any sense. "Jareth," Christine said as calmly as possible. "You might want to get up here...Som
Only a Dream 17When Sarah woke up, she found herself bundled under the covers - alone - in her own room. Blinking, she stretched as her mind tried to decide what had happened. Hadn't she fallen asleep inside a crystal? And weren't there supposed to be ornately garish pillows? Shaking her hair from her face, she rolled out of bed, rubbing her eyes as she did so. As the last of sleep fled, she saw a little glass ball sitting atop a note on her desk. Staring at it as though it were extremely poisonous and her death could be mere moments away, she froze. After a beat or two, she saw her hand begin to creep in its direction, and her mind said reproachfully, You know better than that! She didn't listen to the warning...she never did.
As her fingers wrapped around the cool crystal, she couldn't help wonder if this would send her right back to the beginning, all those years ago. Nothing happened, however. As her blond nemesis loved to say, once upon a time, "It's just a crystal, nothing more." Passing
Only a Dream 16Sarah felt like she was going to hyperventilate. Her breathing was quickly becoming very rapid and very shallow. Shoving Jareth aside, she stumbled a step or two before falling to her knees. Forcing herself to breath in through her nose and out through her mouth, she darted a glance around the bubble. This time, it wasn't just her mind caught inside. From what the blond git had said, she was well and truly trapped within the magical bauble. Unlike her previous experience seeing the inside of a glass crystal, this one did not boast anything large enough, or heavy enough, to shatter the iridescent sides. Well, she corrected herself, glowering slightly, almost nothing. If only she could use a certain royal noggin as a battering ram... It was large enough, after all, though she wondered if it would have enough weight. It was mostly hot air and ego, after all.
As her breathing finally slowed, she ran a hand though her hair, checking for any bits of cobweb or silver filigree. Thankfully, she
Only a Dream 15As her comment hit the Goblin King, his cape came back with startling force, though now his face was bright red instead of lividly pale. Glitter puffed off him in clouds, and he snorted like an affronted bull.
"Okay...so maybe not like Tinkerbell, then..." Sarah knew when to retreat. Usually. However, she couldn't resist adding, "Granted, if you've ever seen the Disney version, you do share a few simil-"
He cut her off with one word, "Mother!"
Looking around quickly, Sarah demanded, "Where?!"
"You sound just like her..."
"You did not just tell me that I remind you of your mother! There is no way I am anything like that evil ice queen! Take it back or so help me I'll find a way to put some of the Bog in your now sparkly bathtub!" Her voice had gotten so brittle it could have cracked if you dropped it.
"See see see?!" Jareth had raised his hand and was now pointing at her.
"Don't 'See see see' me!" Sarah stalked towards him and he backed up until he hit