Disclaimer: Hey there, Always Hopeful here. I know I have two other fics to write, but never fear, I shall still be updating them. Oh, and I own nothing.

A/N: Wow, I'm so excited. This is my first Labyrinth story in a while. It has been too long for me. Well, I shall still be writing I'll Be There and Bring On The Rain, both Harry Potter stories. Anyway, I hope you guys like it a lot.

"Sarah, my darling Sarah... Will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?" Sarah stared, big-eyed and open-mouthed at the man in front of her. He was on his knee, a beautiful diamond ring in his hand. She was stunned. Her heart began to beat rapidly, possibly faster than any other time in her life.

"Why, Bryan... I'd love to," she smiled. Bryan Kingsley stood to his full height, six foot one. His black hair was the color of a ravens feather and his green eyes were like emeralds, especially when they twinkled... much like they did now. He pulled Sarah up from the bench that she was sitting on, the same one that Merlin had sat on ten years earlier. That night when Sarah almost....

Sarah hugged Bryan, tears of joy threatening to fall. They pulled back a bit, laughed and kissed. They only seperated when the need for oxygen became too great to ignore any longer.

"Oh, Sarah, you just made me the happiest man on Earth," Bryan smiled. He hugged Sarah once more. This must have been the happiest day for both of them. And as the clock nearby began to strike seven, the two twenty-four year olds had no idea whatsoever that they were being watched carefully by one goblin king. A jealous goblin king by the name of Jareth.

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"Oh, Sarah, you just made me the happiest man on Earth!" At that, Jareth gripped the crystal ball tightly, yelled angrily, and threw it up against the stone wall of his throne room. He continued to let out short bursts of screams as he kicked goblins that were in their constant stupor, tore at tapestries (often times ripping them from where they hung), and nearly broke his knuckles when he punched the ground. He was now on his right knee, staring at his throbbing knuckles. They were not broken... just sprained is all.

"Stupid human," he muttered, rubbing his knuckles. He then stood up and, still muttering to himself, walked over to his throne and sat down, his back against one arm rest and his left leg draped over the other one. "Happiest man my foot. His happiness is just my distress. If he can be the happiest man on the Earth by being married to Sarah, then I can be the most miserable fae in the Underground. Bloody bastard."

"Who, me?" asked Hoggle as he entered the throne room, that limp still evident in his short leg. Jareth rolled his eyes.

"No, not you, you poor excuse for a foible," grumbled Jareth, resting his head in his still throbbing hand. Hoggle limped up to his throne, a sympathetic look etched on his goblin face.

"Well then what is wrong, Jareth?" he asked. His eyes then fell on the shattered orb on the floor several yards to the side. He sighed. "Ah, a bad viewing today? What happened, did Bryan bye Sarah something extra special for her twenty-fourth birthday?" Jareth nodded. "And did she like it?" Another slow nod. "Even love it?" A third nod. "What was it this time, another saphire braclet like he got her six months ago for Christmas?"

"Close," said Jareth, swallowing back tears that were ready to fall. "This time, he gave her a beautiful diamond ring. An engagement ring, that is." He leaned his head back so that it was hanging over the armrest. Hoggle gasped.

"Did-Did she say yes?" he asked, frightened with what he might hear.

"Yes, she she said that she would, and I quote, 'love to', and then hugged and kissed him. She kissed him right in OUR PARK!!!" He threw his cane across the room, narrowly missing the head of a goblin holding a chicken. As a reaction, he flinched and let go of the chicken. It had taken him quite a while to catch that particular chicken, so he was very peturbed and began to chase it once more.

"Jareth," sighed Hoggle, shaking his head and frowning. He looked straight at the pitiful goblin king before him. "If I've told you once, I've told you a million times since Sarah beat the Labyrinth... Go to her and tell her how you feel."

"Oh, and what good will that do?" snapped Jareth, snapping his head up and growling at Hoggle. "It's too late! You know the law as well as I do. If I admit my feelings for a human girl, which I've already done once, then I spark the curse. She refused me, so that leaves me with just two options. One, I can wait until she gets married. And if she does get married, then I am doomed to rule the Underground alone for all eternity without anyone by my side."

"And what of the second option?" asked Hoggle.

"I can ask her two more times to be mine," said Jareth. "If I can get her to marry me after those three times, then all is well. But if she refuses all three times..." This was where he trailed off, staring off into the distance.

"And if she refuses...?" Hoggle prompted.

"Then the Underground will disappear, to be lost forever," finished Jareth.

A/N2: I just wanted to say that I hope you guys like this chapter. I had fun writing it!