AN: Well my vacation from writing didn't last very long. I've actually felt really lost without writing something everyday, so I'm back. I don't know if I will have my usual chapter out a day but I'll try. I want to apologize to those who are still waiting for me to work on "Vendetta" A terrible thing called writer's block came to visit me and it won't leave! I will resume work on it as soon as I figure out where I am going with the story. I want to thank everyone who took the time to review "Survive" I hope that this story will prove to be equally enjoying!

Disclaimers: I don't own the Labyrinth or any of the characters or placed originally in labyrinth. They belong to Jim Henson Productions, Inc. I do however own the characters and places not in the movie.

Waking Dreams…

Corrie McDermott (Cormak)

Summary: Sequel to "Survive" The Goblin King begins to experience disturbing dreams that threaten not only his sanity, but his life as well as the lives of Sarah and his children….

It begins….

She heard him approaching, but did not turn to face him. Instead she grinned to herself and continued to gaze out in front of her. She felt his hands slide around her and one leather encased palm rested gently against her slightly swollen stomach. She smiled at the gesture and covered his hand with one of her own. He lowered his face into her soft hair. She closed her eyes and felt the cool wind blow against her face in stark contrast to the warm body that was holding her.

So much had happened in two short months. Sarah and her daughter Aryanna had moved to live with Jareth permanently at his castle. Only 3 weeks after her miscarriage of their first child she and Jareth were delighted to know that she was pregnant once again. Jareth insisted that Megmora sit down with her everyday to use her magic to see if the pregnancy was progressing well. So far things had run smoothly and after weeks of worrying that she might miscarry the baby she felt the worry lift and she began to enjoy the gift growing within her. A gift given to her by Jareth…her lover, husband and King.

Marriages in the Underground were nothing like those above. After it was discovered that she was pregnant and things were running smoothly for the first week, a ball was thrown in celebration of the event. The Goblin King was expecting his first child. The ball was also thrown in honor of her acceptance to be his wife and queen. There was no huge ceremony. The bride didn't feed the groom cake and vice versa, there was no reading of vows in front of witnesses. No slipping a garter up a leg and there was no flower girl to Ary's bitter disappointment. There was a dance and a paper signed to make it all legal, but that was all. One ball that announced her the Goblin Queen, Jareth's wife and the mother of his first child.

Remembering back, Sarah felt disappointed. Toby and Cheryl had not even been present for the event as they both had not been unable to get time off from work. Jareth felt terrible that they could not be present but there was little he could do when he had invited hundreds of guests to witness the most important day of his life.

She smiled to herself as she remembered his promise to make things up to her and their daughter. They would have a ceremony as was the custom in the mortal world and it would take place when Toby and Cheryl could find the time off. It would be a small wedding, a few close friends from within the labyrinth and Cheryl and Toby from the mortal world. She would wear a beautiful white dress, Jareth would be dressed in a gorgeous frock coat and Ary would be the flower girl.

Her mind drifted back to reality as Jareth's lips slid gently over her neck. She turned her face in toward him and he kissed her check and using his other hand reached for her chin. He placed a kiss on her lips, soft and sweet before resting his chin on her shoulder.

They remained in silence gazing out in front of them. Ary was running around playing tag with Ravenna and a few friends she had made while within the Labyrinth. A fairy named Finella, and a few goblins named Flip, Krag and El. Ary was adapting quite well to her new environment. She made friends easily enough and she loved not going to school aboveground. Of course that didn't mean that she didn't still have school. Jareth had personally taken on the chore to teach her the history of the underground as well as continue her spelling, math and instead of science, sorcery lessons. She grew frustrated with the lessons quickly and it was decided that perhaps if she had children her own age to learn with it would be a more enjoyable experience. Megmora took over the lessons when Jareth couldn't do them and lately he had been so busy that he hadn't the time to teach. He always made time for Ary, but he could never find the time to teach the other children. He would often teach Ary before bed, tucking her in with a bedtime story when he was done.

He was a wonderful father whom Ary adored. She treated him as if he were her biological father, and as if she had known him since she was a baby. Jareth adored her equally and Sarah was happy to see that he wasn't spoiling her with his love, but seemed to know exactly what she needed without giving in too much.

Jareth let out a sigh and Sarah turned slowly in his arms to gaze into his face. He looked exhausted. She reached up to stroke his cheek affectionately, his skin warm and smooth beneath her fingertips. "You look tired my love. Long day?"

He shook his head, his blond hair moving around him. "Not any longer then usual."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

'Not as well as you." He grinned and he began to imitate her snoring.

She slapped him playfully on the arm. "I do NOT snore that loud."

"I was only teasing." He grinned.

She smiled and then it faded. She reached up to touch his face again. He closed his eyes. "I hope that my snoring didn't keep you up."

'Nonsense."

"Then what? You told me that you didn't sleep well the other night either. Is there something on your mind?"

"I always have something on my mind Sarah. I have so many different things going on each day, but none have ever kept me awake at night, save one." He grinned.

"And what would that be?"

"Not a what but a who. You might know her. She's a very beautiful gal, long dark hair, beautiful hazel eyes, a smile that makes you weak in the knees and I dare say that it's rumored that she is carrying my child. Anyone you know?"

She grinned and swatted him away when he tried to kiss her. Instead he settled for her neck. He trailed soft kisses up from her collarbone to her ear. She shivered and tried to settle the warmth that burned within her at his touch.

"Do I still keep you awake?"

He shook his head. He had admitted to her of his sleepless nights while she had been absent from his life. He had dreamt of her every single night since she left him. Every night for 20 years. She didn't know how he kept his sanity. For him to be that deeply in love with her and to do nothing, to not be able to do anything. To love her with all of his being and get nothing in return but emptiness in his heart when he awakened to find that she was not beside him or in his arms.

He had admitted how he had very nearly given up on life, on everything. But he was a King so he could not. It made her sad to know that he had cared so deeply for so long and she had not even known.

"It was nothing, my love. A few disturbing dreams. We all have them from time to time." He kissed her cheek and then rubbed his thumb over her firm stomach. "How are you feeling today? Did you see Meg?"

"I saw Meg. She said that everything is going well, she sensed no problems. The baby is developing just fine. I still can't believe that in only 2 more months this pregnancy will be over. 4 months is a far cry from the 9 I would have to endure aboveground."

Jareth grinned devilishly. "Isn't magic wonderful?"

She nodded.

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The hard cold metal was digging painfully into his skin, yet he ignored it with all the will power he had. It seemed the more he struggled the tighter his bonds became, yet he had to escape, he had to reach her.

He could hear her cries, they grew louder. She was chained to the wall opposite of him. She was sobbing and it was breaking his heart. Someone was torturing her and he couldn't see their face. He could only see a shadow.

A heart wrenching sob escaped her lips and a terrible feeling shot through him. He could almost feel her pain, feel her anguish coursing his veins. His wrists were raw and bleeding from his struggling against the chains. He felt so helpless. No magic…no magic….

A horrible scream filled his ears that made his blood run cold along with an evil laugh. The shadow turned and as light touched the face. His eye brows lowered over his mismatched eyes. He knew the shadow. There was a scar on the shadow's face. Long and jagged like a bolt of lightning. It ran across the shadow's face, across the cheek. The shadow moved and he felt his heart clench in his chest. He felt the air shoot from his lungs and he couldn't breath. He could see her now, her eyes focused on himself, but she did not see through them. There was blood, so much blood.

He trembled as the shadow stepped away from her and his eyes fell upon her form. He choked as he tried to breath, tried to believe with all that he was that what he saw in front of him wasn't real. He felt hot tears pouring down his cheeks. He tried to stop them but they fell freely.

The shadow took it's final step away from her and it was that moment that he felt his own life slip away.

The blade had cut her deeply. The wound ran from her heart down to her abdomen. It had not only killed her, but the child that grew within her swollen abdomen.

He was trembling so badly that he felt dizzy, the room was spinning, his knees were weak. He still couldn't breathe. The shadow stepped into the light, a blade in its hand that glistened with blood, her blood. The face was bathed in light now. He took one good look at that face and screamed……

To be cont…..

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