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Fiery Thoughts and Angry Attempts
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Trent was in a panic, after what he'd heard from Jareth, and he had made his way as quickly as he could to Trisanalysia's cave. ~JARETH?!~
Jareth bounded in towards the cave, then back out, looking up at Trent.
In a flash of light Jareth-the-cat was caught midair, his form changed and he landed on the ground with a thump.
Jareth walked back into the cave, changing back into his normal form. He sighed, "And even as a cat I can't leave the big cave..."
Trent abruptly let Jareth go and turned away, still shaking in anger. He didn't know what to do, and he was angry about that too.
"You-" Jareth started.
Jareth absently fiddled with the golden collar around his neck.
"Doesn't matter anyway..."
That did it. Trent's rather fragile hold in his temper broke and he drew back his left fist and thumping Jareth squarely on the chin.
"TRENT!"
Jareth heard Trent, but circumstances prevented him from answering...
Trent looked as if he might start crying, so worried was he about his brother, but he managed to pull himself up the last part of the walk to Tris' cave and slumped against the wall, panting. ~Jareth??!!~
"meow!"
Trent looked up and staggered over to his brother. "Why didn't you answer me?!" he snapped, his panic making him angry for a moment.
"Mrow!"
Trent's eyes were dark-ringed. "SAY something!!"
Jareth meowed helplessly.
Trent suddenly noticed the collar around Jareth's neck, and suddenly everything clicked, and he could only say one thing. "Shit."
Trent frowned. "What?"
Jareth meowed and then ran in and out, looking up at Trent.
Trent sighed. "Okay, you want me to follow you? Done." he muttered, following Jareth, still shaking in suppressed anger/relief.
Jareth scampered towards a small cave connecting to the main room. It was sealed shut by a door. He stopped and looked up at Trent.
"Open it?"
"Meow!"
"I take that as a yes..." Trent opened it.
Jareth rushed into the room..
Trent followed him.
Trent's eyebrows rose. "What." he bit out. "The HELL is going on?!"
Jareth rubbed his head and looked up at Trent thankfully. He sighed, "well..."
Trent was clenching and unclenching his fists slightly, his deep green eyes dark with anger. "Well?!"
"I...got caught..." Jareth said softly.
"You got what?!" Trent growled.
"I got caught..." Jareth repeated.
"You absolute idiot!" Trent snapped. "How?!"
Jareth winced, "I don't know...she...she saw me...after you left..."
Trent gritted his teeth in frustration. "Well."
"I'm sorry..."
"You bloody well should be!"
"And I am!"
"Good!" Trent snapped. "Now I suggest we both leave, immediately, before Trisanalysia gets back!"
"But-"
"But what?!"
"Trent I can't..."
"Why not?!" Trent's temper was at breaking point.
"Because I CAN'T LEAVE!"
"WHY NOT?!" Trent shouted.
Jareth stood up and walked out of the room, where he was changed into a cat again.
Trent walked over to a wall and hit his head against it. "So what am I supposed to do Jareth?!"
"So what do we do?" Trent's voice sounded tightly clenched, and he was still facing the wall, his forehead resting against it.
Jareth turned to Trent, "Well..."
"Well?"
"There's more..."
"Good heavens. The plot thickens."
"I can't...I can't talk to you..."
"Oh goodess! Can this whole thing get any worse?!"
"She...I dunno...she put this sorta cage around my mind..."
"Of course..." Trent let himself click out of his temper to think things through, and vaguely wondered whether he could somehow try and combat that.
"And..."
"And?"
"And...she...I let her in..."
Trent stood very still, then turned around slowly, his eyes blazing but his face a facade of calmness. "You. Did. What?" he said quietly.
Jareth back away, "I let her in..."
Trent took a step towards Jareth and raised his fist to going to hit him, then seemed to realize what he was doing and let his fist drop, still clenched.
"You let her in?" he questioned, still clenching his fists, looking as if he could quite cheerfully thump his little brother anytime soon.
"I let her into my mind..."
Trent took a few swift strides over to his brother and gripped him by the shoulder.. "Why the HELL DID YOU LET HER IN?!" he snapped, shaking him hard.
"What else was I supposed to do? She had already stopped my ability to talk to you...and she was crushing me!"
Jareth sank to the ground and sneezed.
Trent didn't look round. "You have a cold." he said irrelevantly.
"yes. She...she said that she wouldn't keep me here *forever*..."
"For how long?" Trent growled.
"Didn't say that..."
Trent was silent for a while, trying to work out if there might be some way he could combat Trisanalysia's spells.
"What?"
"You didn't have to come..."
"I did." Trent's voice cracked slightly, betraying his deep concern for his little brother. "I was worried sick..."
"Yes but-you...you don't have to help... this is all my fault and-"
"Jareth." Trent cut in. "Just don't, alright? I'll figure this out, somehow..."
Jareth nodded slowly.
Trent didn't turn round still; he was afraid he might cry. He'd never been this worried about Jareth before.
Trent shut his eyes, gathering his thoughts and feelings, then opened them again and turned round. "I should- what's that?"
"What?"
"That, round your neck."
Jareth looked down and then hung his head. The collar was a visible reminder of the enchantment he was under.
"Jareth?" Trent walked back over to him and put his hand lightly on the Goblin King's shoulder, trying to stop it from shaking. "What is it?"
"She put it on me when I was a cat, to keep me in I guess... I can't get it off."
"Perhaps I could...?" Trent examined the collar and frowned slightly. "This could take some time..."
"I don't think we have much..." Jareth said dully.
Trent scowled at the collar, trying to ease his mental self around it, but found it difficult. "Ouch." he muttered.
"It burns doesn't it?"
"Could be worse..." Trent mumbled, trying again.
Jareth closed his eyes
Trent felt his psychic self jerk back and sighed, having to admit defeat.
"What?" Trent looked genuinely lost.
"doesn't matter that you can't get it off..."
"Why not?"
Jareth shrugged, "It just doesn't..."
"Jareth..." Trent warned. "Talk to me..."
"It doesn't matter..." Jareth repeated.
Trent sighed, putting his hands in the air in a gesture of defeat. "Fine, fine." he muttered slightly, giving his brother a strange look.
Jareth closed his eyes again, "well..." he said softly.
"Well what?" Trent asked softly.
"I guess that maybe I could get used to being a cat..."
"I don't think the kingdom could." Trent said sarcastically.
Jareth shrugged.
Trent growled in frustration. "Jareth!" he snapped.
"What?"
"Snap out of it before I am forced to do something about the fact you have less life than a cucumber!"
"Oh."
That snapped Jareth out of it. His eyes blazed angrily, "what was that for?"
Trent let out the breath he'd been holding and grinned.
"What, you think that's funny?"
Trent shook his head. "Not funny, I'm just relieved."
Jareth stood up and stretched.
Trent nodded in satisfaction, then got that far-away look in his eyes that signaled he very probably was far away, his mind elsewhere.
Jareth knew that it was no good talking to Trent while he had that look.
Trent was mentally in his study, trying in vain to find the right book.
"Trent?" Jareth started softly.
Trent frowned slightly; Jareth had the book last, where was it...?
"Trent?" Jareth tried again. Then he looked up in alarm as he heard something outside.
Trent's mind wandered into his room, still searching for the book. If he found that he was sure he would be able to help Jareth in some way: he was sure there was a counterspell somewhere...
Trent half heard Jareth. "Hmm?" he said absently.
Jareth took Trent's arm, "Trent, you must leave!"
"Hmm?" Trent repeated, blinking as he removed his mind from his room to return to his body.
"Trent, you must go! now!"
"What?" Trent blinked again, back with himself again.
"She's back!"
"Shit!" Trent swore, looking around him in irritance. "Where on earth do I go?"
"Can't you teleport out?"
"Oh yeah..." Trent looked momentarily embarrassed, then moved forward and hugged Jareth quickly. "I'll be working." he promised, then clicked his fingers and disappeared, Trisanlysia's magic not having quite the same effect on him as it did Jareth.
Jareth sank down to the ground again.
Tris glided into her cave silently, where she stopped at the small cave where she was holding Jareth.
He looked up at her, then looked back down again.
"Taking a time out from the fur?" she teased.
"Please do not tease me," Jareth said softly.
Tris regarded him, "Alright, I won't."
He looked up at her in surprise.
"I won't let you go, but I won't tease you either." she answered.
Jareth nodded a bit sadly, "I must warn you of something though."
You must warn me of something?" she asked amused, "Pray tell, what is it?"
"Trent." Jareth answered, "When he does not hear from me he will come looking, and he will not be pleased."
"I would not worry about me if I were you," Tris answered.
"I am trying to be helpful," Jareth answered, "It's...It's all I can do at this point."
"You are correct there," Tris answered. She blew a puff of smoke in his direction and then stepped out of the room. As she passed the door way she re-did the spell, keeping Jareth bound in the room.
Trent was sat on a tree about 50 meters away from Tris' cave, concentrating on relaxing himself. He had to be relaxed to enable his psychic powers be at their strongest. Tris smiled to herself, who ever was doing this to her was in for a nasty surprise.
Tris let out a fire blast, burning the air around her, but thinking of her flames as well.
He had decided, foolishly, that his best plan was to try and confront Trisanalysia without exactly confronting her. He was going to try and enter her mind and find out how to disable the spell she had placed on Jareth.
Trent believed himself to be prepared he had drunk a large chalice of ice potion (much to his personal disgust, though he knew Jareth would have found it highly amusing) and had actually walked to the area rather than transporting himself, so his powers were at their highest. All he had to do was open his mind and take a mental wander into Trisanalysia's.
Unfortunately even Trent knew it would be harder than that. He sighed, he was nervous, but he had to do it, for Jareth's sake.
Jareth was willing to be a cat again, just to get out of the cave. He tried crossing the barrier, but now there was a wall there.
With a sigh of frustration he sat down again to think.
Trent shut his eyes and concentrated, sending out his psyche to Tris as unobtrusively as he could.
Tris glided across the sky lazily.
Trent located her and found her mind similar to a locked door, so he started to 'pick the lock' so to speak.
Tris frowned as she felt something strange in her mind. She turned a loop, concentrating on the flight.
Trent concentrated harder, finding, to his irritation, the 'lock' harder than he thought.
Something was not right, Tris slowly let a few of her thoughts out, a dizzying montage of zooming through a large height, nearly falling to the ground.
Trent grabbed hold of a branch above him, feeling the earth sway slightly. That was decidedly unpleasant! He relaxed and tried again, trying to be more discreet.
Trent groaned inwardly and concentrated harder, trying to get his mind around the intricacy of the 'lock'. It was such as he'd never seen before.
She flew on, trying to locate whoever this was.
Trent settled back against the trunk of the tree slightly, trying to get himself comfortable so he could concentrate more. In his deep green cloak and black trousers he was a little hard to spot at first glance. He clenched the fist of his right hand in frustration.
She circled around again, all senses open as she hunted.
Trent found the lock a little easier and hoped that perhaps he was making progress.
She felt it again, and decided what she would do. Slowly she opened a portion of her mind.
Trent breathed a small sigh of relief and cautiously moved his psyche forward.
Tris waited.
Trent moved forward more, relieved he had gotten somewhere. He 'looked' around, trying to find the spell and counter spell to he could release his brother.
Trent couldn't even yell, the pain was so intense. His whole body went limp and he vaguely felt himself slipping from the branch and hitting the floor with an unpleasant-feeling thump. He clenched his eyes shut, holding his hands to his head and whimpering softly, his whole body feeling as though it had been set alight from the inside.
Tris felt a bit satisfied. Whoever had done that would not do it again.
Trent groaned softly, feeling the light around him fading, he suddenly hoped he hadn't broken any bones from the fall. His head was pounding and he felt blank, still shaking and still burning.
Tris cast one more sweep over the area but found nothing.
Trent couldn't even groan again and he succumbed to the blackness that awaited him.
Eriki scampered through the trees, turning gracefully as he jumped from one large branch to another. He jumped onto another branch and stopped, gauging the distance from one branch to the nearest branch. Nope, he decided, too far. Instead he dropped to the ground and started towards the next tree. He landed on something soft that did not feel like the ground...
Jareth looked up as he heard Eriki run up and start chattering rapidly and incomprehensibly to Tris.
Trent heard something moving again, then decided to give up on the whole consciousness thing and slumped downwards again.
Janine looked up from where she was sat on a rock not too far from the cave. ~*Tris?*~ she questioned.
Tris flew into the cave and gently set Trent down.
Trent opened one eye and promptly shut it again. "Stars in the heavens..." he murmured. "Good day Trisanalysia..."
"I do not like people invading my mind..."
"Well I could tell you something, but I'm not sure if you know it or not..."
She stepped over him.
Tris hissed, loudly and nearly blew fire at that, ~*How. Do. You. Know. That?*~
Trent scowled and regretted it as his head span. "He should not have done it, no, but you should at least try to understand him rather than judge him!"
Jareth pounded on the wall, mentally screaming in frustration against the cage that kept him mentally silent.
Jareth sank pleadingly to his knees, "Please," he begged, "Just to see him." He did not need to be told twice, rushing out of the cave. He was not stopped and he also was not transformed. The collar was a bit warm, but that quickly passed.
Trent smiled and decided lying there wasn't doing him any good, and attempted to push himself up, gritting his teeth as imperceptibly as he can as some rather unpleasant flashes of pain shoot through his skull.
Trent nodded slightly, then looked back to Tris. "Well." he said softly. "How long?"
Tris looked at Jareth, "You may remain here with your brother, but you may not leave."
"She's gone," Jareth said, "good."
Jareth smiled back, itching the collar again.
Trent didn't move, though his cloak rustled slightly.
Eriki bounced up quickly, at the sound and turned to take a look at what he had landed on.
Trent had landed on his left side, his left arm underneath his head and his right arm sort of draped across his face and his other arm.
Eriki leaned forward and carefully examined what he had landed on, moving the arm. He gasped and jumped back when he realized that it was Trent.
Trent wasn't really in any sort of position to make a comment, although had he been awake he probably would have made a joke of his predicament.
"Trent?" Eriki asked.
Trent didn't respond, his mind was still in agony and his body had virtually shut down to combat the pain.
Eriki brushed his tail across his fingers nervously as he tried to decide what to do.
Trent moaned softly, semi-conscious, trying to move but not quite succeeding.
"Trent, I will return shortly, stay here?"
Trent couldn't really hear Eriki's words, but noted vaguely that someone was there, and groaned in response.
"Stay," Eriki repeated.
Trent groaned again, more softly this time, feeling blackness threatening again.
Eriki bolted away through the canopy.
Trent heard whoever it was beside him leave and let his body slowly fall limp again. He could feel his left arm was going a little numb from where he was lying on it, but he couldn't summon up the strength to move himself.
Eriki rushed home to find Tris. She'd help.
Whatever he had said, Tris understood it and the two left together, Eriki balancing on Tris as she soared through the sky. She landed carefully.
"help me lift him up," Tris said.
Eriki nodded and then moved to help lift Trent onto her back.
Trent wasn't that heavy for a full-grown man, but he was very tall.
"Sorry Tris..." Eriki panted.
"Oh, alright," Tris said, "Get on."
Eriki jumped onto her back and she jumped into the air.
She circled around and then picked up him up in her claws.
Trent mumbled slightly, but didn't come to.
She flapped her wings and flew home, Eriki clinging to her back, Trent dangling from her front claws.
~*Yes?*~
~*What's the - thing you have there?*~
~*Too bad he's not awake to hear you call him that*~ Tris said with a bubbly thought, the equivalent of a laugh.
Janine giggled softly. ~*He? Who is it?*~
~*Trent*~
Janine blinked. ~*Wow... What happened?*~
~*Well...I know that he fell out of a tree, Eriki found him*~
~*Fell out of a tree?! *~ Janine's colors bounced. ~*Poor thing!*~
~*We'll take care of him*~ Tris said soothingly, ~*Don't worry*~
~*Okay, would you like me to do anything?*~
~*Not at the moment, but if I do need you're help I'll need to you help me*~
~*Okay, that's ok.*~
He groaned again, starting to come round.
Eriki leaned over Trent.
He mumbled, then opened his eyes. "Oh goddess..." he groaned and shut them again. 'Well done Trent.' he thought wryly.
Tris gave Eriki a list of things to fetch and he obediently bounded away. Tris shifted slightly and looked down at Trent.
"Good day," Tris answered amused, "Although, as Eriki would say, It is a good day currently, but that is subject to change."
"Yes..." Trent tried to sit himself up slightly. "As you say..."
"I would suggest that you remain still..."
"That occurred to me also..." Trent said wryly, settling back down and opening his eyes again.
"Now, why did Eriki find you on the ground of *my* forest nearly unconscious?"
"I-" Trent swallowed. "-fell out of a tree..." he finished.
"I gathered that, but I would not think that that would be enough to do that much damage to you."
"Ahem..." Trent sighed; even in his position he could sense Trisanalysia was just playing with him. He wanted to growl. "That is indeed true..."
"Unless of course I was under the wrong impression about your strength."
Trent sighed inwardly. "I had a slight - accident."
"Did you now?"
"I did." Trent affirmed. He didn't want to have to admit it, but he could see he was going to have little choice. "Mortals were always warned about playing with fire." he said ruefully. "A pity we were not."
"Yes. Even had I given you permission I doubt that you would have been able to handle it."
Trent shrugged in silence. "I suppose it was worth a try." he said eventually.
"No."
"Hmm." Trent said noncommittally.
"It is not something that I am very happy with, Trent."
"Yes, I understand that." Trent said softly.
'And I don't like people turning my younger brother into a cat' "Yes, I can understand that also."
"I am glad you understand that...it is a dangerous thing to cross me."
"Yeah, I'll end up in a fur suit like Jareth." Trent muttered without thinking.
"That could be arranged." Tris growled softly.
Trent gulped. "Ah - thank you, but I appreciate being human..."
"I assumed you would."
"Two legs are decidedly more useful than four..."
Tris hissed softly, "I see that this experience has not left you without your sense of humor."
Trent shrugged slightly. "Always good to be able to laugh at oneself..."
"And in your case I think that that is a useful talent to have, especially considering what you have done."
"Hmm." Trent shrugged again. "Live and learn I suppose."
"Though in your case I'm not sure that you're living that out..."
"I'm certainly living..."
"That's not the part I meant."
"Whoops." Trent muttered.
"Yeah whoops," Tris repeated, "You, my dear, are in quite a bit of trouble."
"Tell me something I don't know." Trent again shot out another comment without thinking, pain making his temper a little short.
"Oh?"
"yes. I could."
"And will you?"
"No..."
"That's fine then." Trent looked remarkably like Jareth for a moment.
"Somehow I believe that you know what I was going to tell you anyway."
"I have absolutely no idea."
"Trust me, you know."
Trent's eyebrow rose.
"I suggest that you remain still"
Trent sighed. "I'm fine." he muttered. "Just a slight headache, nothing drastic."
"I still think that you should remain still."
Trent rolled his eyes slightly.
"And that you should not roll your eyes, I am trying to help you."
"I'll be fine." Trent sighed. "Thank you."
Trent shut his eyes slightly, still not at ease with Trisanalysia after the pain he'd received.
Tris brushed past the doorway to the small alcove of the cave.
Trent debated asking her what she was doing, then sighed. "What next?"
"You remain here until you recover," she paused and hesitated, "Trent?"
"Yes?" Trent asked, his voice a little clipped, though still studiously polite.
"Why did you do that?"
"I would have thought the answer was rather obvious."
"It may be for you..."
"I would have thought it would be for you also Trisanalysia, I do happen to be extremely fond of my brother, and very worried about him."
"Ah, but still, what does that have to do with me?"
"You are the one responsible for keeping him here in an enchanted room!" retorted Trent waspishly.
Trent winced. "Speak, for heavens sake speak!" he groaned.
"oh did that hurt?"
Trent gritted his teeth. "I wonder." he said, his voice heavily sarcastic.
"Good. Now, answer my question." she ordered.
Trent growled under his breath. "Like I said, I was worried about Jareth, so I came to look for him." he snapped.
"You came into *my* cave??"
"Yes."
"he comes into my cave without my permission...he tries to invade my mind..." Tris muttered to herself aloud,
"And all to help someone else." Trent finished irritably.
"Someone who should not have done what he did and is being punished for it."
"You should not assume things..."
"What in the heavens am I assuming Trisanalysia?!" Trent snapped.
Tris growled softly, barely keeping her fire at bay. "You should not assume the reason behind my actions."
"And the reason you keep my brother shut up in your cave is because...?!" Trent's head pain was making him a little more irritable than he would be normally.
"I do not think that I need to share that with you--" Tris started.
"I don't care what you think!" Trent shot in. "I don't think you have any right to keep him here!"
Tris nearly sent a mental roar in his direction, but with a great deal of effort she held it back. "And I suppose that I care what you think? What I saw about him leads me to belief this is the best thing to do. What I saw in his mind-"
"You shouldn't have been in his mind anyway!" Trent snapped.
"He let me in," Tris growled, "Which is not something that I can say happened in your attempt."
Trent's eyes narrowed. "That is more than beside the point!"
Tris growled, "That IS the point!" She let a mental roar flame through Trent's mind.
Trent gave a strangled yell of pain as his already smoldering head pain became a blazing inferno once more and he slumped back, panting against the pillows. He tried to summon up the strength to make a retort to Trisanalysia, but he couldn't quite manage it.
Jareth's eyes snapped open at the sound of a very familiar yell. He rushed over to the doorway and leaned against the invisible wall that kept him inside, trying to see out.
Trent groaned. "Alright..." he said weakly after a moment or two in which he could only just breath without too much pain. "It's the point..." speaking was excruciatingly painful for him and he shut his eyes again.
"Trent?" Jareth whispered, "Oh no...not here...what is she doing to you?"
Tris felt a bit bad, she hadn't meant to do that, but she didn't think that he'd believe her if he told her.
Trent opened his eyes after a few moments of complete silence, feeling slightly more able to do so. "Ugh." he groaned softly.
Trent blinked. "Okay," he said, letting a little humor slip into his pained voice. "Tell him I'm okay and to stop head-butting the wall, he'll dent it." his hearing was still good, even though sounds were still rather unwelcome.
Tris nodded, "Stay still and breathe deeply, try not to think. It will help." she turned to go.
"Try not to think?" Trent murmured.
Jareth looked at Tris and quickly stopped the pounding.
"Message from Trent," she said, "He says that he's okay, and that you are to stop headbutting the wall, you'll dent it."
"Mortal slang," Jareth responded automatically.
Trent smiled slightly.
"Uh huh..." Tris answered, turning to go.
"Wait," Jareth called, "I mean, please wait. Please let me out, I mean as me."
Tris started to shake her head.
Tris hesitated.
Trent had stopped listening, letting himself sink into a sort of daze, pinpricks of pain dancing behind his eyelids.
Jareth closed his eyes and bowed his head, she was not going to let him out...
"Get up!" Tris ordered.
Jareth did so, rising to his feet.
"Go." Tris said.
Trent was lying on some pillows and blankets in the corner, his eyes closed and his face a shade paler than it should be, looking paler against the jet-black of his hair.
Jareth came to a stop as he wordlessly stared at his brother.
"What did you do to him?" he asked softly.
"Nearly the same thing that I did to you..." Tris answered.
Trent heard Jareth and opened one eye. "Oh, hi..." he said, trying to look pretty much normal.
"Trent I'm *sorry*!"
Trent shook his head slightly, wincing at the motion. "What for?" he asked. "I was the moron this time..."
"But if I had not done this in the first place-"
"Jareth..." Trent groaned. "Enough..."
"But brother, we could both be home right now if I hadn't-"
"Jareth!" Trent sounded as exasperated as he could manage without being in too much pain.
Jareth shut up.
Trent smiled. "Wow, you listened." he wished he could sit up, he was feeling slightly inadequate.
"I have had plenty of practice lately..."
"Good." Trent grinned slightly. "It's good for you..."
Jareth nodded slowly, "Brother I...I don't know what to do..."
"Nothing new." Trent quipped.
"Point taken."
"Maybe...maybe you shouldn't do that..."
"I'm fine..." Trent lied.
Jareth sighed, "And I cannot even 'hear' you..."
"What?"
Jareth pointed to his head.
"Oh right... I'm not really up for that anyway..."
"Sorry," Jareth said quickly, "I should not make you feel worse."
Trent frowned and forced himself upright, his face ashen. "Well Trisanalysia," he said softly. "I congratulate you on doing something I have failed to do."
"hmm?" she asked sweetly.
Trent growled softly, his head pounding to every syllable he spoke. "You have certainly - tamed - my impetuous brother."
Jareth hung his head and blushed.
Trent rolled his eyes. "I rest my case. Since when have you blushed, brother?"
Jareth turned even brighter red.
Trent groaned. He just wanted to go home.....
"I'm sorry," Jareth said barely above a whisper.
"Oh for the love of the stars in the sky!" Trent exploded, then winced in pain.
"I really am sorry!" Jareth snapped, "Believe me, I do not like, as you called it, being "tamed"..."
Trent smiled, glad there was still part of the Jareth he knew there. "Right." he said, his voice even,
He lowered his voice, "but what choice do I have?"
"How long what?" she asked.
"How long are my brother and I obliged to stay here?"
"you are going to stay here until you are well enough to leave."
"And my brother?"
Jareth did not look up.
"That is still being determined."
"Right." Trent sounded unimpressed.
"Trent, you may not believe me, but I do have my reasons for this."
Trent sighed. "Alright." he conceded.
Jareth nodded.
"Trisanalysia?" Trent questioned.
"Yes?"
"Would it be possible for Jareth to have his psychic communication back? It does make it dreadfully hard for me to keep in touch..."
"Hmm..." she thought.
Jareth did not dare look up.
Trent waited silently for her answer.
"I have an idea," Tris said finally, "But I'm afraid that it must wait until you have recovered."
Trent nodded slowly. "Alright."
"Once you have recovered I will see what I can do."
"Thank you."
Tris nodded.
Trent smiled slightly, then had to shut his eyes again.
"Hmm?"
"She's gone..."
"Oh right..."
"You know what I miss?"
"What?"
"When we were talking, she was right there, like she could hear all that we said. If I could talk to you psychically, she would not have heard."
"Little things eh?" Trent murmured.
Jareth nodded, "It's so...quiet."
"It will be."
Jareth absently itched the collar. "I used to be annoyed that you could always find me if you needed to...because it was usually times when I did not wish to talk to you..."
"Charmed..." Trent said under his breath. "But yes, I understand..."
"but now that you can't. I miss it."
Trent smiled slightly. "You'll get it back." he assured Jareth.
Trent shut his eyes again, his head still spinning slightly.
"Maybe you should take a nap brother..."
"I agree..." Trent murmured quietly.