A/N: Little piece inspired by another fanfic. Hope you enjoy it! This may be followed up by others...
Jareth sat, legs swept up under him, leaning against Sarah's tombstone. He sighed, sweeping an arm over it. "Sarah," he whispered, "why?"
Five years ago to the day. He had been watching her in his crystal. She had been intently watching a thing called a movie, and she had been eating small kernels and she had been laughing and she had been happy.
But then the man beside her pulled a silver tube from his belt and he had stood and turned and his world exploded.
Screams. Sarah - his Sarah - fell. If you only looked at her head she looked like she was still laughing.
The crystal shattered and Jareth conjured balls and threw, conjured and threw. The throne room was covered in shards of glass. He was panting as he stopped, the magic draining him. He threw himself forward to lie in the glass. Mortal pain was nothing now.
Damnit, he had loved her! Loved the child as a father would. And as she had grown into a woman, his love had grown and mutated.
He was content with watching her from afar. It was enough. But now that monster had stolen even that small pleasure from him.
He thought of easing the pain, of forgetting everything. But his memories held him back. He had to treasure this time, not forsake it. He rose, shards falling from him like the tears he had vowed never to shed.
A single tear - then he waved his hand. The room was clean. He walked away.