Out of time

Firs and foremost I do not own the Labyrinth, I only own the Original charry's that somehow have slipped into my mind. Please read and review. This is my first story so I hope you ejoy it ^.^!


Lexi Parker sighed as she stared up at the moon. Why did Dad choose tonight to go off on one of his dates? This was supposed to be their special father daughter night. She shrugged. It wasn’t like this when Mom was still alive. On nights that Dad had to work late, Mom would tell her the most fantastic stories. Her favorite was the one about the goblins and their Fae king. But that was a long time ago. Sara Parker had died when Lexi was ten and had left a huge hole in the child’s heart. She still went to her grave and put flowers on the soft earth every year. Twice if she felt like she needed someone to talk to.

Her father had tried to do what was best for her. Enrolled her in martial arts to help her protect herself while she was at school, given her all the toys a little girl could ever want. Lexi arched an eyebrow at them because all she really wanted, as a kid was to have Wolverine kick the crap out of Ken. She was a tomboy and her father missed it. Her father missed a lot.

Instead of sending her to a public school to learn with the other kids she lived around, Dominic Parker, play boy and America’s most eligible bachelor, had sent her to a Private school, out of the way she supposed.But her high school career was over now too and she had wanted to use this evening to get to know her father better. Little Miss Tammy Lee had changed that with a blink of her bright baby blues and a swish of her hip. Lexi sighed and sat on the window seat again, gazing up at the moon.

“I wonder how many couples are out there tonight sighing in each other’s arms gazing at you in you’re glory.” She murmured remembering a poem her mother had written in her journal. Lexi stood and riffled through her bag finding it and holding it in her lap. She gently ran her fingers over the cover. It wasn’t just her mother’s journal. It was also the one book Sarah would read from to help put her daughter to sleep at night. The Labyrinth. The poetry was in the back on the blank pages of the book. This was all she had left of her mother.

She had to thank Dad though. Because of her private school teachers Lexi was now the top Gymnast in the state and was working on the next color belt in Kickboxing. Now she just had to decide what to do with the rest of her life. Twenty year olds knew what the hell they wanted to do with their lives, right? Damn. She shook her head and picked up the book. She would figure it out tomorrow. Tonight she all alone in the huge house and she felt every brick of it empty. Lexi turned and smiled down at her father’s garden. Since she was alone, why not use this beautiful night to her advantage.
The garden on her father’s estate was massive and beautiful, even in the dark moonlight. The white roses were tinged with blue as she set out into the garden. As she walked she imagined that she was in a beautiful ballroom smelling of these flowers and dancing with her handsome prince.

Her father had always written to her telling her that she was becoming more like her mother every day. Weather he meant that as a complement or not, Lexi didn’t know. She had inherited her mother’s dark brown hair and equally long lashes that the girls at school had wished they were born with. Her mother’s figure also matched Lexi’s save the fact that she was more toned due to her taking Gymnastics verses theater. But her eyes were a dark royal blue like her father’s. They tended to slice into a person if they weren’t careful.

Not that she didn’t enjoy theater every bit as much as her mother once had, but she knew at a very early age that life wasn’t fair and it wasn’t meant to be. You just had to take things in stride and hope fore the best. And when things weren’t the best, you fought to make them better.

She let her fingers trail over the print of the cover again and started humming. Lexi let her hands hang in the air as if she was dancing with someone. The tune was ‘Masquerade’ from the Phantom of the Opera. That was her favorite play.
Lexi bowed deeply to her imaginary partner, her white tee shirt and her sweat pants almost feeling like a silken dress against her skin as she smiled winsomely at thin air. “You dance divinely, my lord. Oh! You shouldn’t kiss me here, for my father would surely lock me away in yon tall tower.”

While humming the music she spun and led herself out further into the garden away from the windows and the large bay doors. “My mother would tell me of your Kingdom. How you rule the goblins with an Iron fist and a hard heart, though it’s hard to see on your face." Lexi didn’t realize she had started talking to her image of the Goblin King from her mother’s stories until she deep in the garden’s depths. She sat down on a stone bench and looked wistfully at the stars.

“And how you would take people away? All they had to say was, ‘I wish the goblins would take me away right now’ and the Goblin King would come and-“

“Take you away?” finished a deep voice behind her. Lexi jumped up from the bench and whirled to face her visitor who was in the shadows.

“Come out of there right now!” She reached into her pocket for her cell phone. “Or so help me I’ll call the cops.”

“Why Sara, what an interesting new toy you have.” The man smiled sauntering into the dim moonlight. His hair was long and wild, blond made white in the light. His eyes trapped her were she stood, like a doe caught in stare of a cougar. They were two different colors, green and blue. He was also dressed in a pair of tight riding pants, a looser peasant type shirt and high black boots. Usually this was exactly the type that Lexi went for. But this one was in her garden uninvited. Unlike a doe, however, she recovered fast.

“What are you doing in my garden?”

“Did you not just call me?” He laughed cruelty in his voice, “Though I thought you would be smarter than to replace the word ‘you’ with the word ‘me’ in that spell.” Suddenly he was in front of her and way too close for comfort. “It is time to come home, my dear.”

Her eyes narrowed as she felt her lip curl, “I AM home.”

“Tut tut, you shouldn’t talk to me like that. I can make life very hard for you.” He grabbed Lexi’s wrist and pulled her tight against him, her wrist above his head. Lexi gasped as her head spun as his scent filled her nostrils. Was that lavender? She was sure she smelled lavender. It only took a moment for her to realize she wasn’t in her father’s gardens anymore but instead in a very large bedchamber.

The strange man still held her wrist above her head, relishing the look of confusion on her face. He couldn’t wait for her to remember where she was, to see a look of fear accompany that confusion. “Welcome home, Sarah.” He ran a hand possessively down her side, “You’re mine now.”

Instead of terror, he saw anger. “GET your hands off me you PERV!” Lexi jammed the heel of her hand up between them, delivering a perfect punch to his chin. The Goblin King fell on his ass dazed as Lexi leapt over him and ran into the hallway.
She had to hide. It would only take a few minutes for the pervert to get back to his feet and raise an alarm.

“BRING THE GIRL BACK TO ME, MY GOBLINS!” she heard his voice ring overhead though she saw no speakers. Damn, what a time to be wrong about timing. That had only been half a minute tops.
“Fast healer.” She murmured as she ducked into a room.

The room itself was fantastic and impossible by modern design. There were staircases and doorways everywhere, and none of them seemed to lead out except the one she came IN. She growled softly in frustration. Her body was on full alert, ready for attack from any side. The door behind her started to creak open. Lexi dove into the darkened archway that seemed slightly smaller than the others.

“Word round the castle is that the lord found the girl.” Said the strange little man to his companion. “They say she was stupid enough to say the words wrong and send herself back here.”

“Who’d believe it, the one person ever to beat his majesty at his own game and escape being as silly as to wish herself back here?” These must be the goblins. Lexi’s mind raced. Words? What words? The ones from the story her mother and uncle used to tell her when she was little? She watched silently crouched in the shadows as they disappeared from view through a door that could never accommodate her. The silence gave her a chance to think. Sara. The pervert had called her ‘Sara’. He couldn’t think she was her mother, could he?

“Of all the rooms to choose, you chose the one that your little brother was hidden in. Why?” Lexi cursed herself for her inattentiveness. Somehow he’d managed to get in front of her.

“I don’t have a little brother.” She growled as she launched herself from the opening. Sliding between his legs, Lexi grabbed onto one of his leather boots and used him as an angle to keep herself from falling over the edge. She slid the rest of the way placing her in front of him on the floor. She than made a small jump and landed on her feet taking a defensive stance.

“Tsk tsk tsk, Sarah, after fighting so hard to win little Toby back you pretend he doesn’t exist. Has it been so awful these seven years?” He was deliberately being patronizing and Lexi didn’t appreciate it one iota. Her eyes narrowed at him.

“I am NOT Sarah. I am Lexi Parker. I have an Uncle named Toby and he has three children of his own.” Her lip curled in anger. “Take me home you reject from children of the corn. I’m not in the mood to deal with you. I’m probably just having a nightmare anyhow.”

“Such anger. You’d never had that before. What happened to you while I let you grow? Why you’ve even cut you wonderful hair short.” He reached for her. To her credit, even while fear suddenly filled her, she didn’t step back. Lexi’s dark blue eyes, filled with challenge, dared this man in front of her.

His hand stopped as if he had hit an invisible shield that stood between him and Lexi. “You …you’re really not Sarah.” Astonishment colored his voice and paled his already ivory skin.

“Sarah Williams is my mother’s maiden name.” She said, unwilling to let the pain show in her voice at the mention of Sarah. “I am not Sarah Williams. I am Lexi Parker.”