TITLE: Dreamwalker
AUTHOR: Anisky
RATING: PG for now
SUMMARY: Sarah's been
dabbling in some real-life magick, determined to be a powerful witch and as
mystical and mysterious a figure as those goddesses and other mythical
creatures in ancient mythology. The only problem is, now some other
creatures have targetted Sarah, people who want to use her and people who want
to make sure nobody can use her. Jareth has problems of his own, and only
they can help each other... but can they get over their dislike of each other
and work together, and maybe even... learn to like each other?
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"Why did you say you wanted me to take my
top off again?" Sarah was standing there, arms crossed, glaring at Jareth.
Jareth sighed, then
rolled his eyes. "Just do it."
"No! You
pervert!"
"Sarah, believe
me, this request is through no personal desire of my own."
"Oh, yeah,
sure." Did he really expect her to believe that? "IF
that's the case, then why won't you just tell me?"
Jareth, who was
leaning against the wall, stood up suddenly, circling Sarah.
"You've been toying with some dangerous power, Sarah. I want to see
exactly what effect it's had on you."
"It wasn't
dangerous! I knew completely what I was doing the whole time. What will
taking off my *shirt* do anyway, you pervert? You're just looking for
excuses."
"Excuses for
what? For me to look at your ridiculous bright purple-and-pink patterned lacey
sports bra?"
Sarah looked furious
and crossed her arms. "What do you have, X-ray vision? That is so
disgusting! And anyway, if you can see through my shirt anyway-- that is SO
gross!-- why do you need me to take off my shirt?" Sarah turned away so
that she WASN'T facing him. She was NOT about to give him a free show!
"Sarah?"
Sarah could practically *hear* the smirk in Jareth's voice. "Your
bra strap is showing."
Sarah looked down and
saw it was true. She rolled her eyes and spun around to face Jareth
again. "I hate you."
Jareth waved a hand
aside, dismissing that. "So? Now take off your shirt."
Sarah stomped her
foot like a little child, but unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off. She
blushed bright red when Jareth smothered a laugh at her bra.
"Turn
around," he said.
Sarah raised an
eyebrow but turned around, trying to look bored as Jareth strode up behind
her. Suddenly, she felt his hand on her lower back. She jumped.
"You ARE a pervert!"
"Sarah,"
Jareth sighed, "come here." He led her to a corner of the throne
room, summoning a mirror. "Turn around and look at your lower back,
to the left."
Ok, even Sarah had to
admit that now she was curious. She did as he asked, turning to survey
what he was looking at. "What is that??" She asked. It
looked like some sort of tattoo. A celtic knot, to be exact.
"Hey... it's kinda cool." She paused, then turned to look at Jareth
angrily. "Why is it there? Did YOU do that??"
"No, I
didn't." He looked impatient. "It's a result of your recent...
accomplishments."
"Cool."
Sarah grinned. "What does it mean?"
Jareth suddenly
turned, strode over to his throne, and sat down. Sarah followed him
quickly, leaning down to pick up her shirt, pulling it back on and buttoning it
back up as she spoke. "Jareth? What does it mean?"
"You're a dreamwalker."
The answer was curt.
"Meaning? I
mean, besides the obvious." Sarah grinned at Jareth, leaning against the
wall as he sat in his throne. Suddenly, she looked very comfortable--
more comfortable than Jareth, in fact, who was in his own
throne room.
Sarah liked it, for the first time she didn't feel like she was at the
disadvantage.
"Meaning that
you are no longer... well, completely human."
"Well, I knew
*that*." Sarah rolled her eyes. "What else is new?"
"You KNEW?"
Jareth jumped up.
"Of course I
did. You *don't* enter other people's dreams and become practically
invisible and toy with their subconscious and *not* realize that you're not
completely human. Duh."
"Do you think
what you did to that poor boy is *funny*?"
"He deserved
it." Sarah shrugged and stood up, walking towards Jareth and
stopping a few feet away. "Can I go now?"
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Four Months
Earlier...
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Sarah Williams
lounged back in a normal day at school. She as in her American History
class, reading a book on Celtic Mythology as the rest of the class discussed
the Gettysburg Address. She let out a sigh of relief as the class let
up. 'Why do I have to take this stupid class anyway?' she wondered as she
gathered up her books. Sarah much prefered those History classes about
ancient worlds, those age-old cultures who believed in magic and gods and
power...
But American History?
It was only, like, 200 years old! Well, 215 or something like that. There
wasn't all that much actual *history* IN it!
Next up was Study
Hall. Sarah walked to the Library, huddling herself into a little corner
of the library and burying herself in another book, this time on magic.
She'd been Pagan for a while, but surprising, she'd only gotten into the
magickal aspect of the religion a few months ago. She'd wanted to be
grounded in the beliefs before she did anything with exploring how much
validity this "witchcraft" element of her religion could have.
She quickly scrapped
all those books offering spells: Teen Witch, Love Spells, anything that gave
you quick-and-easy spells. She knew they couldn't work. Sarah
Williams had, however, discovered some good books describing how to set up
spells. She'd set her first one for tonight, a simple protection spell on
her house, a fairly normal "beginner" spell.
If these sort of
spells really worked, Sarah planned on being a very powerful witch. And
then-- Sarah would always smile to think of it-- Jareth would learn of her
great power, and she would be his equal. She couldn't wait to see the
amazement in his eyes.
If these spells
worked.
Sarah looked again
through the section of the book, and started jotting down notes about the
spell. After a moment she realized this book would not be enough, and got
up, striding across the room to the computers. She needed information on
what runes offered protection, what plants, herbs, stones... for her first
spell to be a success, Sarah wanted all bases covered!
Sarah sat down at a
computer and pulled up Google, searching on protection spells.
"Hey,
Sarah!" Sarah turned, annoyed at being interrupted from her work.
She smiled when she saw it was Emily, though, and waved. "Hey Emily.
What's up?"
"Not much.
Getting homework done."
"I'm doing some
research."
"Ah, OK.
I'll leave you too that then. See you later!"
"OK!"
replied Sarah, turning back to the screen. She had a lot of research to
do if she wanted to find out whether or not this spell hype was really true.