Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Labyrinth.

A/N: This is the sequel to Locked Up for Good. If you're reading this and don't understand because you have not read Locked Up for Good, you might want to... might.

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"You aren't playing the game right, Kitten." Jareth said, furious.

Sarah glared at the goblin King, eye-to-eye. "It is not a game I ever agreed to play, Jareth."

The Goblin King chuckled to himself. "You been here going on two years now, Sarah. Have you not yet realized that you have to listen to me?"

Sarah blinked her eyes. "Huh? Oh, sorry, were you saying something?"

Jareth looked down at her with wrath in his eyes. "Listen, Sarah, there are several concepts you do not seem to grasp. I OWN you-"

"And? I owned my dog, but he still crapped on the rug."

"That's not the same."

"Sure it is, Jareth. You've said before I was your 'kitten'."

"I really have to watch what I say." Jareth mumbled to himself.

"Or else it will come back and bite you on the ass." Sarah put in helpfully.

Jareth cursed with anger and slammed her against the bars of her cage. "Bad Kitten!" he hissed, then harshly kissed her

She quickly kneed him, and he doubled over in pain.

"Bad boy, Jareth." she said darkly, standing over the wincing King.

"Um...Milord?" A palace servant stood in the doorway of her 'room'.

"What do you want?" Jareth spat, pain ebbing every word.

"The Lady Lyndel is here, Milord."

An evil grin spread across Jareth's face, and he vanished.

:What is that all about?: Sarah wondered, then shrugged it off. :Oh, well. I'll just have to annoy the good King a little more: and she went back to work.

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"Lyndel?" Jareth asked as he entered the room.

"Yes, Jareth?" A dark haired woman sat across the room from this throne.

"Milady, I am willing to forge a peace treaty."

Lyndel cocked an eyebrow. "And what inspired this sudden change of heart, your majesty?"

"I wish for all the lands in your kingdom west of the Great River-"

Lyndel laughed. "You're mad, Jareth. What in the world would make me want to do that?"

Jareth held up a gloved hand with a sly smile on his face. "I wish for the lands in return for your daughter's freedom."

Lyndel froze on the way to the door. She was clearly shocked, but quickly recovered, putting a look of amusement upon her face. "Daughter? What are you talking about, Jareth? I am not wed."

"Oh, but you were, Lynda. Aboveground your were married to Robert Williams. Later on, you had a daughter. Sarah."

He went on, relishing the anger on Lynda's face."If I had found out but a little earlier, I could have ended this comedy of a war we have going on a long time ago."

Jareth leaned forward. 'Well, Milady? What have you to say?"

"I'll be back, your highness." Lynda spat, poison dripping from each word. "I need to speak with my councilor."

With that, she disappeared.