Author's Note: Yay for finishing the first chapter! Hope ya'll enjoy! This story picks up a few months after vol. 1 ended. I'll be filling in the details of what happened here in these first few chapters.

Disclaimer: I really don't own much. I certainly don't own anything from the movie, but anything not from the movie I do own.

Chapter One

Women! Why do they have to be so dramatic? The Goblin King stood staring out into the dark, his mind swirling with painful musings. It had been, by far, a terrible six months. As if it wasn't bad enough that his silly little sister had gotten herself pregnant with some mortal's brat; Sarah just had to take the girl's side. Both girls had completely overreacted to his sister's punishment. Besides, it wasn't as if Sarah had to take Sophia's side.

Jareth heard the door open behind him, and said, "Vincent, it's the middle of the night. Can't it wait?"

"Sorry, no, I'm afraid I've had a rather urgent message from Sarah."

That got the Goblin King's full attention, and he turned to face his brother, "Is something wrong with Sophia?"

Vincent shook his head, "I don't know about Sophia. It's Toby. Sarah, seems to think something's happened to him."

Jareth sighed, "She's probably just had a bad dream." Seeing the look of irritation that crossed Vincent's features he said, "Fine, fine. I'll check in on the lad, and make sure he hasn't gotten into too much trouble."

Mr. Fortescue was having a particularly bad night. As he paced in his office, trying to decide what to do, he found himself trying to take comfort in the fact that he had never wanted to be a teacher. In fact, he had never wanted to be in charge of a boys school. Especially not preppy little fae boys who were destined to rule some country that no one aboveground had ever heard of. No, he had wanted to be a writer. Of course, you write one damn book that's supposed to be nothing more than a faery tale and guess close enough to the truth that high council decides you must disappear. "And now I'm stuck here. This isn't my fault. It can't be my fault!" He yelled to no one in particular.

"What isn't your fault?"

Mr. Fortescue shuddered, he knew that voice, and he dreaded what he had to say. Slowly he turned around, desperately trying to think of something to say. He had nothing.

"Mr. Fortescue, I wish to inquire about one of your students." The Goblin King noted the pale face of the schoolmaster.

"Your...Your Majesty, I'm not sure now's the best time."

Jareth started to feel alarmed, but did his best to keep his face void of emotion, "Yes, I think now is an excellent time. I want to know about young Tobias."

"Tobias? Let me see...I'm not exactly sure which of my students you're referring to, Your Highness."

"Really, that's a pity. Seeing as there is only one Tobias who attends your school."

What color was left in Mr. Fortescue's face completely disappeared, he fell to his knees, and started crying, "Please, Your Majesty, please don't be angry. I didn't know. I couldn't have known. I never expected. It's terrible, so terrible!"

Jareth looked at the teacher with a mixture of pity and fear, "Mr. Fortescue," he said as gently as possible, "what has happened to Tobias?"

Mr. Fortescue shook his head and said, "I don't know. It's awful. I would've done something. I would've stopped it, if I had known."

Jareth picked the man up, and looked him in the eyes, "What has happened?"

After a moment, the teacher said, "I had better show you."

With that, the teacher left the room, with the Goblin King following behind.

When Jareth saw Toby's room all he could say, "Oh. Dear. God."

When Jareth returned to the castle he called Vincent to his chambers. Vincent's reaction to Jareth's news was nothing more than absolute horror.

"We have to tell her."

Jareth shook his head, "I know, I know. I don't know how, though."

"Well, we go visit her, sit her down, and just do it."

"Easy for you to say. She doesn't currently hate you."

Vincent shook his head, "Well, if you've noticed she's not my biggest fan at the moment."

"At least she's still speaking to you."

Vincent forced a laugh, "I guess you're right. Still, we shouldn't waste time."

Jareth sighed, "Yes, I know. Well, we better get this over with."

"We?"

Jareth nodded, "Yes, as you pointed out; out of the two of us, she's still speaking to you."

A moment later both had disappeared from the room.