UPDATE: SOOO people like are totally freaking over the situation with Jareth and Sarah. It's not what it seems. Repeat after me, it's NOT what it seems. I've tried to create a story that is a bit different than the other fanfictions out there. I'll go a little more traditional later.

It's not what it seems...

Jareth struggled keep his focus; sweat was running down his face. He was pushing against the outer border of the Labyrinth, closing the link between the Underground and Aboveground. The portal between both worlds could not be destroyed; it changed from an invisible wall to light steeping into his amulet. The amulet was getting hotter and burning his skin around his neck. I must keep going, though Jareth. It felt like holding up a wall bound to crush him instead of using magic to put the portal in a secret place. He knew time was running out. Soon his nephew Majeel would find him. Soon Majeel would finish him off. Jareth could hear the magic of the Labyrinth whispering. He was its king still if for only a few more hours; only he could hear the whispering. Its voice snaked into and out of his mind, soft and airy. It was asking for a bigger vessel. The amulet was not big enough to hold the magic to travel between the worlds. The pathway surrounded the northern half of the kingdom. An small necklace was not enough.

Jareth suspected it would ask for this. So, he walked to the other side of the pathway to the vessel he chose months ago. The Labyrinth magic knew what he wanted and took him straight to where he needed to be. The sky of the Labyrinth faded dark and he stepped into a bedroom. The lights were out, but he could see just fine. He looked at his chosen vessel; her eyes moving behind her eyelids in deep sleep. He slowly, painfully walked to her. His pride wouldn't allow him to bend over in pain. His face was pale and his mismatched eyes were becoming dull as his heart started beating at odd intervals. If only I were younger, he thought. Maybe I could have won. But for now, I must put my last remaining hope in her.

He took off his amulet. It's crescent moon shape was still white hot, but as Jareth changed his vision to using the girl as the vessel, the magic responded to Jareth's answer and the amulet melted and evaporated into a white cloud. Jareth brought the amulet close to the girl's mouth and as she took a deep inhale of breath the white cloud, the magic that linked the worlds together filled her lungs. It rushed into her blood, her bones, her mind and her heart. Jareth smiled sadly and as the magic was filling her body, he turned and slowly exited the Aboveground for the last time.

Once he was on the other side, a moment later the deed was complete. The link was severed. Only one person can open the close the portal. And she was safely tucked away with Jareth being the only one to know where she is. Jareth collapsed onto the hard earth. He had spent almost all his strength trying to save his Labyrinth. He finally allowed himself to grieve for his family and his kingdom. His precious wife, Sarah, had passed away from age years ago. His son Seraphim was imprisoned somewhere deep in the Labyrinth with spells so powerful Jareth would have to work months to unravel them. But he did not have months before Majeel successfully killed him. And he, the king of the Labyrinth, knew that the war between him and his nephew Majeel was coming to an end. He knew that he was not going to be the one left standing at the end of the day.

"Clever of you , Uncle. You shielded yourself from me long enough to do whatever it is you were doing," a dark, silky voice said from behind Jareth. Majeel had his arms folded and walked to the side of Jareth. He bent at the waist to look at his uncle, his black hair similar in length to Jareth's style falling into his eyes. "You look terrible. What did you do? Hopefully nothing to destroy the Labyrinth. I'm the next king, you know. I'm so sorry about all that's happened between us. You do understand it's nothing personal. I just had to make sure that….no one….got in my way."

Jareth raised himself up in a half sitting, half lying down position on his elbows. He still was trying to look as casual as possible. "Majeel, I've really enjoyed our time together. Nothing is better than your nephew trying to kill you, overthrow your government, and getting the most powerful mages to imprison your son. It's been really…" Jareth paused looking up trying to find the right word and then smirked, "fun."

"Fun? Is that the best word you could come up with?" Majeel snorted. "You're losing your touch."

Jareth, knowing the Majeel didn't know what he did started laughing. His laughter turned into a maniac cackle as he thought more and more about how he got away with closing the link between the Underground and Aboveground.

"And your mind, it seems." Majeel gently shook his head and quietly chuckled.

Jareth started to stand up, the laughter subsiding. "Well, it doesn't seem like your idea of expanding the kingdom you plan to steal is going to work," He said.

Majeel's look of amusement faded. "What do you mean?" The whites of Majeel's eyes turned as black as his hair. The air around them turned an odd dark purple hue.

"You won't be finishing your deranged father's work," Jareth grinned. He may have been losing power as he aged, but he was still enjoying having the upper hand. Majeel at once understood what his uncle was saying. His nostrils flared and he unfolded his arms. He turned and tried to activate the portal, but there was nothing to respond to his call. It was gone. Majeel turned and faster than any human, he grabbed Jareth by the throat and slammed him into the ground. The impact stirred up dust and the ground was dented where Jareth's body hit it.

"What have you done?!" Demanded Majeel. Jareth laughed, choking on his blood as it ran down his nose. "Tell me!" Jareth was weakly coughing up blood and gasping for air. Majeel balled his free hand into a fist and plunged it into Jareth's chest, grabbing his heart. Jareth was still smiling. He wouldn't go down whimpering. He spent the last of his power. Majeel squeezed and tore out Jareth's heart. He threw it on the ground and stood up, fuming and screaming,

"What have you done!"