Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Jareth/Sarah, Toby
Challenge/Prompt: anythingdrabble 57: Entrance
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 13 October 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Henson, not the author, and are used without permission.
She will always remember how he looked when he first entered her life. Not just magic but power had swirled around him, calling to her, promising her everything she’d ever wanted but never really dared to hope for. That one night, in and out of his arms, had taught her both that dreams could become real and that although they could, hers would never turn out the way she wanted.
She’d thought her life a nightmare before she’d met him. Now she knew she wasn’t dreaming. She knew the errors she’d made to cast herself into this life she didn’t want were very real indeed. She knew she’d never have what she wanted; she’d never have him.
But what choice had she had, really? She would never have been able to live with herself if Toby had become a Goblin. Yes, she could have lived quite happily with their King in that underground realm even if Toby had been trapped there too, as long as he had remained Toby. But yet again she’d had to sacrifice her truest desires for a gurgling, laughing, whining baby who wasn’t her own.
Still he was her baby brother. Even if they only shared a father in parentage, they now shared much more. He was her family, and it was nice to see him grow up even as she herself grew old. She pretended she didn’t see the wrinkles coming into her once smooth face. She managed to forget about the grey hairs she started to find.
But she didn’t have to pretend with him. She didn’t have to pretend she was happy when he found the right woman for him. She didn’t have to pretend that she was both happy and sad to be losing him on his wedding day. With him, she didn’t even have to pretend that night so long ago never happened for he remembered it too.
What she did fake, however, was shock when he said one day, “You should try to find him.” She’d looked at him as though he was crazy, trying to hide the reality of how she felt, and had babbled some nonsense. He’d touched her face gently, hugged her sweetly, and told her perhaps the greatest truth of her life, “You’re not happy here. You should find him. You’re only going to be happy there.”
So with her brother’s blessing, she had tried to find him. She really had. She had travelled to all the remote places of the world and dug into all the research she could find on Goblins. But she had never found him or the labyrinth again. She never would. She had survived to tell the tale, but her heart was still in chains. She’d never move on. She’d always love him, just as she had in that first moment he’d entered her world with such power, sensuality, and magic. He had spoken of being her slave, but she was his and would be until the day she finally died.