crystaljamie

‘Thank you for sick little brothers.’ Sarah had been loathing Thanksgiving at her aunt’s. So much so she would rather endure twelve straight hours of finals. The elderly women in the family saw it their duty to remind her every year that she (cough her ovaries cough) was not getting younger. Toby getting sick was the best thing that could happen. “I’ll stay home with him,” Sarah volunteered instantly when Karen stood worrying in the kitchen with the thermometer in her hand. “You sure? You just got home from college.” Karen questioned while she fussed over Toby like a mother hen. “I’

Jareth would never tell Sarah this, but Toby did have some magic. He didn’t see the need to make his precious panicked. The lad’s magic was too small to notice… But one Thanksgiving he wished he did tell her. Toby and the goblins were glued to the tv as the dog show moved to the terrier group. When the Airedale came on screen Toby beamed. “Sarah, do you think mom will get me one for Christmas?” He asked. Sarah and Jareth looked at the boy and the young woman shrugged. “I don’t know, Tobes.” Sarah said. “I want one.” Toby pouted and everyone froze as they sensed the taste of ether in