Disclaimer- All I own of Labyrinth is a DVD. I don't own the rights to the story or characters.

Sarah paced nervously as she waited. If he didn't respond to her summons, then she would know for sure that he had moved on, forgotten her. The possibility tore at her heart, but she couldn't deny that it was an all too likely conclusion. She had always meant to call on him again after that night so long ago, after their final meeting, but as her feelings became apparent, she had never had the courage to utter his name again. Until now.

She saw his clear blue eyes everywhere she turned; the memory of his voice haunted her. She closed her eyes and saw him smiling lovingly into her own eyes, wind playing in his light, wild hair. She could still taste the sweet nectar of that peach. She had dreamt, many a lonely night, of sinking her teeth into another such peach from his very own hands. The memory of those dreams sent a delicious shiver down her spine.

Sarah had been a bundle of nerves for weeks now as she knew the time was drawing near; she had reached the end of her patience. She could deny it no longer. There was simply no way she could continue her empty, loveless life without the comfort that only his touch would give her. Only his love could heal her wounded soul. And so, only minutes before, she had finally allowed herself to utter his name, to call him to her once more. If he didn't return her love, she would simply cease to exist.

Then she felt the air shift, and her senses were assaulted with the scent that was unmistakably his. She closed her eyes, fighting the tears that would come with his arrival. She inhaled deeply. He smelled of leather and magic and something unique to himself.

Finally, he spoke. "Sarah. You called?"

She turned to face him, and her heart clenched in her chest. She hadn't really been prepared to face him again. She doubted she would ever truly be prepared. Her eyes hungrily took in his form, perched gracefully on her vanity. It was almost too much for her to bear. He hadn't changed one bit. He still wore the poet's shirt and vest that had taunted her, kept her from restful sleep. Swallowing, taking a deep breath to fortify herself, she answered. "Yes. I had to see you again. I had to know…"

Uncertainty flickered across his features, beautiful to her sight, before he asked, "Had to know what, Sarah?"

"I had to know if you feel what I feel. If you've kept my memory as I've treasured yours. I love you. I've loved you since I was fifteen. You have haunted me."

His eyes widened as he took in her words. He never imagined that she returned his affections. After seeing her that last time, he had given up all hope for that, though admittedly, he had never had much hope at all. She was the unattainable vision of loveliness meant to be cherished from afar. Yet here she stood before him, offering her heart to him.

It was too much for him. He couldn't speak. He merely opened his arms to her, welcoming her into his loving embrace. He smoothed her hair with his strong hands, and sighed as he felt her relax against him. This was right. Crooking a finger under her chin, he turned her face up to his, and felt himself smiling in spite of himself as he read the look of pure love and devotion in her eyes.

Joy shone in his crystalline orbs as he finally allowed himself to accept that this was real. "I never though to hear those words from you, but I'm so happy that I am."

Tears pricked at Sarah's eyes anew as she realized that he truly felt as she did. Her voice trembled as she breathed his name. "Hoggle."