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There was no one by the walls of the Labyrinth. Joanna spent a half hour trying to find the gates before she finally shouted in frustration, “How do I get into the Labyrinth?”
The gates opened immediately in front of her. Joanna ran so quickly in, she almost hit the opposite wall. The reason she did not hit the wall was because there was not actually a wall, merely an illusion.
“Well, Mama always did say things were not always as they seemed,” Joanna said as she stood up.
After being lost amongst stone walls for several hours, Joanna was faced with a riddle of two doors. As she was currently at the bottom of a dark hole after being groped by hundreds of hands, she was fairly certain she had made the wrong choice. With the light of the crystal, Joanna found that there was no way out of the little cave she was in and she was certain that she would die if it were not for the sneaking feeling that the Goblin King was not done with
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The Labyrinth of London
A Sherlock/Labyrinth Crossover
Of Nightmares and Kinsmen
“The Thin White Sleuth…”
Summary: Jareth just wants a case. A little jaunt to Baskerville with Sherlock Holmes and John Watson to check up on a rumor of a monstrous hound shouldn’t cause too much trouble, could it?
A/N: This is the first time I am going to say this, but do read “Bosom Companions? Friends?” before reading this story. There are aspects of that story that will come into play with this one. Also, (though it does not apply to this story) I made a slight change of the time line in “The Babe with the Power” so that between New Year’s and Irene showing up at 221b it only a few days later, not a few weeks later. I messed up the time line of Sherlock.
Chapter I: Fix
Some days it was difficult being the flatmate to the world’s only actively working consulting detective. Other days, it was quite nice. On
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Chapter VIII: Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies
"I'm shocked, shocked to find gambling in this establishment," John quoted dryly as they left the gallery.
"I do not understand that reference," Sherlock said.
"Casablanca. It means that John is not surprised that our bomber is Moriarty," Jareth said.
"Oh," Sherlock said, "If you are going to be sarcastic, do so in a less plebeian way, would you John?"
Sherlock was smacked across the back of his head by Jareth. "Behave, you idiot."
"And after I figured out that idiotic mystery for my brother," Sherlock said.
"The brother-in-law did it, right?" Jareth said.
"I hate you sometimes," Sherlock said, "but then I remember how boring life would be otherwise..." Sherlock held up a flash drive.
"How long?" Sherlock asked. He was sprawled out on the couch and John was fussing with the tea in the kitchen.
"I should hear something in the next few hours," Jareth said, knowing full well what Sherlock was asking.
"Do you hav
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Goblins were considered the rats of the Fae kingdoms. They were clever. They were curious. They were often in large family groups. They were light footed. They were protective of their own. They looked dirty but were actually quite hygienic. They were blamed for things they did not do. They were, above all, hated for simply existing.
Being THE Rat, the Goblin King was hated above all others. He was blamed for just about anything that went wrong in the Underground, even though he very rarely left his kingdom. When he did leave his kingdom, it was to collect the Wished-Away, the unwanted, particularly from humans. For some reason, the Goblin Kings had always had a fondness for humans, despite seeing them at their worst. It was rumored in the Courts that the Goblin King even protected and took an interest in some humans, though of what use the humans were to goblins after they passed the age of being turned into a goblin, was beyond the understanding of the othe
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Chapter IX: Who Is Right and Who Is Dead
The Almighty Disclaimer
Oh Moffat and Gatiss,
Henson and Doyle,
Pika-la Cynique the generous,
To you belongs all the characters
And none so for me!
A/N: This story was inspired by "The Thin White Sleuth..." by Pika-la-Cynique(http://pika-la-cynique.deviantart.com/art/The-Thin-White-Sleuth-277488920) of Girls Next Door fame.
Sarah shoved a pile of papers off the table in the living room and banged her head against the smooth wood. Jareth was a liar and an addict. The first was not a surprise but the second was. He always seemed so... in-control. Now he was off prowling the streets of London doing God-knows-what, either to get drugs or to stomp off an adult temper-tantrum.
The group from Scotland Yard quickly finished their inspection. There was nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing tra la la. Detective Lestrade was the last to leave.
"Why did he do that?" Lestrade asked Sarah, "Why did he have to leave?"
"You know him better than I do," Sar
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A Sherlock/Labyrinth Crossover
The Goblin King and the Miller’s Daughter
“The Thin White Sleuth…”
Warning: Just to warn you, this is a rather morbid story and at times may cause discomfort. During the time period, it would have been perfectly acceptable for a fourteen-year-old to get married. Also, there are some rather blasphemous things said by Joanna because she is mad at God for wiping out her family. If one cannot accept that I am writing this as a character and not as a personal view, please do not read this story. I in no way wish to offend you when it is within my power to warn you of such.
Chapter I: The Straw
As the last few shovels of dirt were place on her father’s grave, Joanna finished off the last few stitches to repair her second youngest brother’s shirt. This was not quite accurate. Two-year-old Jareth was her only sibling. She would never think of him as anything but her
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I really should not find glitter this reassuring. Sarah thought as she watched the ring leader announce the acrobatic act. Toby poked his older sister in the ribs.
"What?" Sarah asked.
"Jareth is gone," Toby said.
"He needs to take a long walk off a short cliff," Sarah muttered, "If I tell you to run, you get the girls and run, got that?"
"Chill, Sarah," Toby said.
"He is such a, that was cool, such a selfish jerk," Sarah said.
Toby shrugged. "He didn't know we would be here."
"He knew I was going to be here with someone important and he just decided to ruin it for me," Sarah muttered.
"I'm trying to watch the show," Emily said.
"Sorry," Sarah said.
Jareth and a Chinese warrior crashed through the curtains a moment later. "For the love of... Toby, run!"
Sarah ran towards Jareth. She grabbed a candle and threw it at the warrior's head. She barely jumped back in time to avoid the warrior's punch. Jareth came behind and kicked his leg to try to knock the warrior off his feet. The
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Chapter V: Insanity is Relative
Sarah looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom. Her eyes were puffy, her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was tangled. She began brushing out her hair, trying to give herself something to do.
Maybe I should contact Rossetti. She might know what to do with Jareth. Maybe she could give some advice on the magic. No. That won’t work. She probably knows at most the same as Jareth does and Jareth will be hurt that I don’t think he can do it. He is already asking Sherlock to help with the case. Maybe I should call up St. Bart’s and see if anyone would be willing to research…
Taking a washcloth she had run under cold water, Sarah went back to the room and lay on her bed. She placed the washcloth over her eyes and her thoughts switched topics.
I should have told him. No. I shouldn’t. He was in no state to hear it. I was in no state to say it. It was the wrong time. I’ve been telling myself that since N
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Chapter IV: Into the Woods
Jareth remembered this home, though the house was very different. It had been remodeled in the hundred or so years since he had come to give the offer of dreams to the Wisher. As he moved about the Knight’s house with ease (the basic layout was the same), Sherlock was explaining his presence while John gaped at the fact that Henry Knight was rich. Sarah stayed close to Jareth. All five of them moved to the kitchen. Henry served everyone a good pot of tea and a decent pot of coffee (as each was want). Sherlock and Jareth took their tea with just sugar. Sarah and John took just milk. Henry took both milk and sugar.
“It’s-it’s a couple of words. It’s what I keep seeing. ‘Liberty’... and... ‘in’. It’s just that,” Henry said.
“Does that mean anything to you?” Sarah asked Jareth.
Jareth spoke quietly, “‘Liberty in death’ – isn’t that the expression? Th
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Chapter II: This Is War
He had lost his kingdom for her.
And she was bleeding out.
Her beautiful face was scratched and torn with glass embedded in her skin, making her sparkle like the glitter she so often mocked him for (not knowing that he had no control over how his magic decided to fall apart).
He crawled over the broken glass to where she had fallen.
The person most precious to him was bleeding out. With what little magic he could conjure under the restraints he was placed, he healed the more desperate wounds.
"Oh, God. What happened?" Mrs. Hudson asked as she began to make her way over to where Jareth was kneeling.
"Call Mycroft," Jareth said. He was surprised by how calm he sounded. "Get bandages. Call Lestrade. Now."
Mrs. Hudson did not argue and moved quickly downstairs. Jareth placed pressure on Sarah's other wounds. She would live until the medics arrived or anyone Mycroft decided to send showed up.
Sarah stirred and grimaced. "Ow."