What the French Call a Certain...I Don't Know What
by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
<I really should be getting to bed seeing as I've got a
meeting tomorrow morning with my financial aid advisor...but I
got an idea for this little ficcie and had to write it...actually
I was a bit blocked on it until now as I was rereading the
I was saved from the promise of torture held within Lestrade's
eyes (which was totally uncalled for! I mean, I never did
anything REALLY bad to her....) by a sudden popping noise that
had everyone turning in that direction. My relief was short-lived
however as I too glanced that way. It was Harry Potter, Hermione
Granger, and Ginny and Ron Weasley.
"This is not good."
I turned to face Dr. Evil who had just spoken. "What?"
He blinked at me and shook his head. "Oh, I was just trying to
figure out a way to kill all of you and then take over the world,
but there isn't any way out of here, so I'd have to leave the guy
in the tights alive. Only, then he would try to stop me
and...well, you get the picture."
I just stared at him blankly and nodded before returning my
attention to the others. Ginny was hugging Lestrade and treating
her as an old friend, a fact that confused me greatly. (A/N: Since
I started this story before the MST.) How on earth would the
Harry Potter characters know anyone from the other worlds? I
belatedly recalled my "Truth or Dare fic"...but...Ginny certainly
wouldn't have known anyone...And why was Jareth looking
particularly displeased with the situation? Unless....I felt a
grin appearing on my face. Maybe Mister High-and-Mighty wasn't as
in control as he wanted everyone to believe.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my castle?" Jareth
asked, his voice sharp with annoyance.
Hermione opened her mouth as if to say something but was
quickly shushed by Ron who kept giving Jareth nervous looks.
Harry shrugged and looked over at Ginny who was still standing
next to Lestrade. She didn't have anything to add either. Which
of course did not make for a happy goblin king.
I couldn't quite control the snigger that escaped my lips. I mean,
really, he looks like a spoiled child denied something when he's upset.
That didn't help my situation out, as now everyone was once
again quite focused on me. I swallowed and quickly looked down at the
"That's Mary Christmas," Lestrade spat out, pointing in my
direction. I heard a couple of intakes of breath and looked back
up. Harry and Ginny were giving me horrified glances, and again I
was thrown into confusion. How did Ginny know who I was? Besides,
Ron and Hermione were simply looking as confused as I felt.
"Gin," Ron began, "How do you know these people? You weren't
there when...." He broke off, blushing. Hermione, I noticed, had
also turned a lovely shade of red.
Ginny frowned slightly and glanced at Harry, who nodded. She
took a deep breath and said, "Well, Harry and I weren't going to tell
either of you this, but..."
"What?!" Ron said. "I can't believe you! Harry, you - you..."
and here he said a word which I couldn't understand or even begin to
"Maybe if you let Ginny finish explaining?" I ventured to say,
growing just a little bit annoyed. I mean really, I doubt very
seriously it had anything to do with what he was thinking.
Ginny flashed me a grateful, if suspicious glance. "As I was
saying before..." She paused and glared at Ron. "...at the beginning
of this year, Harry and I found ourselves in this strange room
with those two people." She pointed at Lestrade and Holmes. "We
had to read these stories that were about us and...." she blushed
slightly. "Anyway, no harm was done, and since it was as if we'd
never left in the first place we decided it would best if we
didn't worry you."
Hermione gave a sniff of disapproval. "Well, you should have
told someone! I mean there could have been spells that no one
could detect until it was too late!"
"How come I don't remember this?" I asked hesitantly.
Holmes and Lestrade both gave me penetrating stares. I shifted
from one foot to the other, uncomfortable with the scrutiny.
"Enough!!" Jareth cried, making everyone jump. "I brought you
all here, excluding the children, to help Mary with her writer's
block. And you do want to help her, because if you don't, you
won't be getting out of here. This includes the children."
"But why do you want to help me?" I asked, feeling just a
little bit more bold now that Lestrade's death glare had been
transferred to Jareth.
"Because you have too few stories about me."
Ah. So that was it. He was jealous of the others and wanted
them to help me write more stories about him. Well, I was pretty
sure they'd be happy to do that, just to get my mind off their
own lives. Although, I had a few ideas for some good Harry Potter
stories...even if they never came to fruition...
TO BE CONTINUED
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