A/N: First of all, thanks so much for the reviews and constructive criticism! You guys are awesome.

Second of all, I'M SO SORRY!!

Most of the reason why I held my chapter hostage was to see if it worked to get people to review, and it really DID work (I got more than 10 reviews in a day, so yay, right?) but I felt awful, because I've been on for 4 freaking years and I never stooped that low!

Also, to those who noticed the grammar fails and my particular slip with the 'cat got/ate your tongue' expression, I apologize. My first language isn't English, in fact, far from it, so I have constant issues with the language. .

I really apologize guys.

It's the last chapter! I want to thank you guys for being so supportive, you guys here in the Laby community are amazing!

I hope you like the last chapter.

Note: This chapter is dedicated to Pip, to celebrate the victory of her self esteem! :D


If Jareth wasn't pressed oh so close to her and holding one of her hands, Sarah would have face-palmed.

'Smooth Williams, smooth. You haven't seen the man in ten years and all you manage to say is his name? Oh, how the mighty have fallen.'

The Goblin King, however, seemed very interested and amused at her lack of articulation.

"I'm surprised you remember my name." Finally, the defiant woman that only appeared in his presence stirred awake and was more that satisfied to be out after a decade locked up in the confines of her mind. Raising an eyebrow, her face shifted into the expression of a haughty, hard-headed winner.

"Would you rather have me call you Goblin King?" Something flashed in his eyes and he brought his hand down, securing both on her hips - the only warning given to her - before Sarah felt herself being lifted from the floor and spun around.

As she was raised, anchored by the strength of his arms and his roguish smile alone, there was yet another, more pronounced shift in the air, this one feeling like it wrapped around her body; her torso felt slightly more constricted and her legs felt free and nearly naked. Before she could comprehend these changes, Jareth lowered his arms, returning her to the ground, but not before Sarah glanced at the mirror and gasped. It took her several moments to realize that the girl in the mirror held in the Goblin King's arms was indeed her. Gone were the white blouse and jeans with the mismatched sports socks, to be replaced by and intricate white dress that would be the more modest and discrete version of the ball gown she once wore, but still remarkably beautiful. Her hair was also changed, decorated with white ribbons, pearls and small crystal ornaments.

Taking another moment to wiggle her toes, she noticed that her feet were now completely bare against the carpet. Which was fine, because Sarah always preferred to dance with bare feet and she was certain that Jareth wouldn't stomp on her toes.

"Absolutely not." His murmured voice might as well have been a shout, because Sarah still managed to jump, and she was convinced she could have hit the ceiling hadn't the Fae been holding her down. Looking up at the Goblin King's face, Sarah's expression was one of confusion until she recalled that he was answering to her previous question.

"Very well then, Jareth," As she stressed out his name the man's face broke into a contented smile, and the fire blazing in his eyes made Sarah blush and fidget nervously. Clearing her throat, she continued.

"What brings his royal majesty to my humble abode? I thought that since you had no power over me meant you couldn't come to me uninvited." Her tone wasn't harsh nor meant to offend, and Sarah managed to relax when she saw in Jareth's face that he had understood her curiosity as he chuckled.

"Oh, but you did invite me, pet. The mind is a very complex thing, you see, and sometimes people make wishes without even realizing it. You wished for a dance partner, and I obliged. Isn't that generous?" The last sentence made Sarah flinch, coiling back slightly as if she had been struck; but the Goblin King would have none of that and quickly pulled her flush against him, with one arm around her torso and his hand cradling her head as they now swayed from side to side, as if the moment they stop dancing would break a spell of some sort that seemed to fall over them. To occupy her mind, Sarah began to count the ticking of the clock in the kitchen. On the seventh tick, she finally spoke softly against his collarbone.

"Quite. Quite generous, indeed. Thank you." Had he tightened his arm just a tad bit more around her, and Sarah would be squirming as the air left her lungs.

"...Sarah, I-"

"-How's everything back in the Labyrinth?" She felt the need to interrupt, she had to stop him. It was not in Jareth's nature to apologize, and Sarah did not want an apology from him. After throwing his generosity and his feelings back at his face, and not only leaving him rejected, defeated and humiliated, but also his beloved domain turned to shambles - Sarah felt she should be the one apologizing.

He seemed to understand what she was thinking, and ran his fingers through her hair in a silent 'thank you'.

"All is fairly well. We're getting ready for the Mayday festivities approaching. Your friends would be helping with the preparations, I should think."

Sarah's face broke into an elated grin, and her head shot up so fast it almost knocked painfully against Jareth's jaw.

"Hoggle! Ludo! Sir Didymus! Oh, and Ambrosius! How are they?!" Laughter bubbled from inside the Goblin King's chest, spinning them around as he smirked at her antics.

"Sir Didymus has left for a while to travel around the Underground on his quest to 'find a worthy opponent to joust with and win the heart of a fair maiden!'. Not to worry though, his...trusty seed and Ludo went with him to keep the old fox out of any trouble. As for Hogwart-"

"-Hoggle-"

"-he is still the same insolent, yet useful gardener and gatekeeper to the Labyrinth." He sniffed in disdain. "Though, considering his numerous trespassings of my good will and patience, I often picture myself tipping him headfirst into the Bog of Eternal Stench."

She threw him what could only be described as an alarmed look.

"You wouldn't."

"To my greatest bemusement, no, I would not. Taking in consideration that I did not punish your companions after they defied me ten years ago, it wouldn't be fair for me to punish them now for something as petty as a disrespectful attitude towards their ruler. But that doesn't mean I can't scar them for life."

Sarah didn't rise to the bait at his blunt teasing, and her constricted as realization crashed down on her. A weight she didn't know she had suddenly lifted from her shoulders, and stepping closer to Jareth, she slid the hand on his shoulder down to his arm and gripped it. Raising a eyebrow down at her, Jareth's eyes were full with curiosity at the sudden change in the atmosphere.

"...Y-You didn't punish them?"

"No."

"Why not? They were your subjects, you were their King and they - "

"-I would have upset you."

Through his eyes, she could see a feeling she could not easily identify without giving herself a heart attack. She could feel in the burning of her cheeks that she must have looked embarrassed at something.

Inside, Sarah was soaring.

It was like all the time there was a part of her mind that shoved down any train of thought that would make her realize the feelings Jareth showed to her at the last seconds before they departed were indeed real, and not some plan to confuse her and make her lose the game. She felt as if the band holding those thoughts down had suddenly snapped, and every moment, word, dream and gesture came flooding back to her. It was all too overwhelming.

Letting her head fall against his shoulder, the brunette released the breath she had been holding back, flexing the fingers around his arm one more time to keep herself grounded as the world swayed too dangerously under her feet.

"Do you still love me?" She mumbled gently against his shoulder.

"I think you're not sober enough to take me seriously - let me rephrase that - to disregard them." He said flatly. Sarah completely ignored what one could assume to be bitterness and anger in his voice, and instead focused on the gentle motions of his fingers as he ran them through her hair.

"Did you pour peach schnapps in my tea?" Throwing his head back, the King of the Goblins laughed for the first time in a long time, and Sarah closed her eyes briefly to bask in the pleasant sound.

"No, pet."

"Then I am sober." For moments, he said nothing.

"...Yes."

She indulged herself in the warmth of his arms and his scent, as they just stood there, still dancing, which brought to attention that the music box had yet to stop playing.

"...You know, Sarah, my offer still stands."

This was quickly followed by Sarah's glare as she shoved him to no avail, only managing to sway him back and forth as she glared at him.

"You're insufferable! Didn't you learn your lesson ten years ago?!"

(--just fear me, love me; do as I say, and I will be your slave--)

Despite his remarkable temper and pride, the blond Fae merely rolled his eyes. "I meant the part where you became my queen, Sarah dear."

"...Oh." Right then, Sarah felt very stupid.

"Though the part where you love me could be an added bonus.

"Ah, yes. What if I didn't love you, my liege?"

"Well, precious, I am a man who believes love can also be taught. If that weren't the case, I would have bogged half of my goblins."

"Judging by how few of them I saw, I assumed you had already done that."

"No, the Goblin population is very scarce. Most of them perish during the times they try to teach the chicken how to fly. It's a terrible time of the year, Goblins fall from everywhere."

"Why don't you forbid these activities from being held?"

"I would, but it's much too entertaining to watch beneath the safety of a roof."

"You're terrible."

"Absolutely, my dear. I am the terrifying Goblin King, after all."

"Ah, yes."

"But I am afraid I have to postpone the part where I whisk you, my fair maiden, away to my castle."

"Yes. There are things I need to take care of first." Her words became slurred. and she suddenly felt very, very tired.

"When you're done, just call me, pet." There was something sweet and soft pressing against her lips, and then Jareth's voice was right by her ear, words whispered to her before blackness consumed her.

"You know the right words."

When Sarah woke up the next morning, she did so with an oddly pleasant ringing sound echoing in her eardrums and feeling refreshed. Memories from the previous day replayed over and over in her head as she strolled around the house, pausing every time she passed through a mirror to see her flushed cheeks, glowing eyes, disheveled hair and her skin sprinkled with glitter and the smell of cinnamon. As she drank the tea she brewed yesterday, Sarah noticed two things.

One, the music box was gone.

And two: the tea tasted like peach.

(--my kingdom as great--)

A/N: Aaaaaand, this was it.

-dodges flying chairs and bricks- I am not happy with this chapter, actually, I have major issues with my writing, and muffin knows how many times I edited every single paragraph in this.

I am thinking of more Labyrinth fics on the way, so you'll be hearing from me again! :)