Sarah yawned, stretching out her stiff body on the cool silk sheets of the bed. Rolling over, she inhaled the crisp scent of cold frosty air. Last night's events washed over her and she sat up on her elbows pushing back the pink rose colored comforter. Closing her eyes every tender detail of last night played back in her mind. She let out a long sigh and tried to think of one single positive thought before slowly sliding off the side of the bed. Grabbing her robe she hastily pulled it on, thankful now that it was long sleeved since the morning chill had set in.

She walked over to the niche in the window and looked out into the morning. She had a perfect view of a large garden and she couldn't help but smile as she inhaled the clean scent of a new day. She stretched her muscles a bit and rolled the kinks out of her shoulders. After a few moments she turned back to the room, wondering what she do, when a nock sounded at her door.

Sarah hesitated a moment frowning; knowing that she'd have to face them eventually she walked over and opened the door.

"Amelia?" Sarah questioned with a smile. Amelia was probably the only person who didn't make her feel uncomfortable, or in Jareth's case, unwanted.

"I hope you don't mind. I spelled your room to alert me when you woke up." The young teenager took a deep breath and looked at Sarah with sad eyes, "I just wanted to say, I'm sorry. It's my fault that you're here."

"Oh hun," Sarah said ushering her into the room, "It's not your fault at all. You didn't know this would happen."

Amelia stood formally in Sarah's room with her hands clenched, "I may not have known exactly what would happen, but someone shouldn't make idle wishes. Especially here." She gave Sarah a weak smile, "This isn't where you are from. The Underground was built by magic. You can't just wish for something and expect nothing to happen."

"Okay." Sarah said with a serious face, "I wish I was back home in my bed...right now."

She looked around, making exaggerated turning movements, before turning her attention back to Amelia, "Nothing happened."

The young girl rolled her eyes, "Well, okay, not every time. But you don't have magic either."

Sarah chuckled, "I appreciate the apology but it's unneeded. Besides, I needed a vacation anyway. Why not take it in some place…magical."

"Really?"

Sarah turned towards the closet as she felt her smile falter. The truth was she probably would have enjoyed spending a little time in the Underground. She always enjoyed exploring new places. But only if it wasn't for Toby. And only if it weren't for so long. And only if she were wanted.

"Of course." She choked out cutting off her own line of thinking. Turning she dropped her work smile firmly into place, "Now, is there something I could wear?" Sarah asked changing the subject.

"Oh, I forgot you don't have suitable clothing. I'll go check with my grandmother." Amelia brushed past Sarah and headed towards the washroom. "If you like, you could take a bath and relax a little while I find some clothing for you. I know when I'm stressed baths are my favorite. Breakfast is being served later anyway because of the ball last night. My parents are just getting up and around as well."

The tense lines around Sarah's eyes softened, "A bath does sound nice."

Amelia pointed to the room and flicked her wrist; immediately candles flared to life lighting the room up considerably.

"You know," Sarah commented, "I'm surprised you guys don't have electricity and things down here. Modernize a little."

Amelia shrugged, "We can't. I think a long time ago some people tried, but the Underground's magic won't let new technology adapt. It just kind of…fades. Plus, everyone here has some form of magic. To us, lighting candles is like flicking on a light switch."

Sarah grinned, "You're right. I guess it's only an inconvenience to me."

"If you'd like. I'll set a simple spell upon you so that whenever you enter a room candles will automatically light up. That way you won't feel so dependant."

"Will it affect me at all, having a spell on me?"

"Nope. I've already passed all those classes in my studies. We always practice setting our magic on inanimate objects. It's not much different with mortals. Our magic doesn't have any ill effects on humans. I'll just have to reapply the spell every so often once it fades."
Sarah thanked her and hesitantly accepted; standing stone still as Amelia moved her hand in a sweeping motion in front of Sarah's chest. Tiny bubbles appeared and instantly popped as they landed on her.

"You know, I hope I'm not prying here but you just seem so mature for a sixteen year old.'"
Amelia shrugged looking prideful, and maybe just a little sad. "When you are of royal blood you learn that there are just some things you cannot do, and some things you have to do. Being in the public eye you learn to grow up a little more quickly than normal children."
"I see." Sarah said neutrally. "I think the old saying goes, 'with great privilege comes great responsibility'."
Amelia nodded, "More true than you know." She added. "Well, I think I'll go and chat with grandmother, let her know you're awake and find you some clothes. I'll be back in say…an hour to take you to breakfast?"

"That'd be fine."

"Again, I'm very sorry, Sarah." Amelia said before quickly rushing out of the room.

Sarah sighed and turned back to the washroom. Amelia was mature for her age, but there was also an underlying tone of a child still, and Sarah was sure that that was something that was ingrained in just her general nature. A heart of a child in the body of a woman. Amelia reminded Sarah of herself. Even at the age of 28 she still enjoyed romantic movies and magical endings. Heck, when she cleaned her apartment she still pretended to be Cinderella.

She liked to think the world wasn't as colorless as some people thought it was. Of course time had taken away much of her brightness, leaving her mind much to criticize, but her heart was forever lost to the world of enchantments.

Stepping off the carpet her feet hit cold marble. She shivered slightly as she walked in. The room was fairly large with a vanity mirror and glass wash basin, and the largest tub Sarah had ever seen. Lucky the toilet, while still technically a chamber pot, seemed to have an irrigation system that made it almost as modern as her own. The tub was sunken down into the floor nestled in the corner of the room. It long enough for her to stretch out in no matter which way she tried and the deepest part was low enough for her to stand in with the water hitting just below her shoulders.

She smiled a genuine smile. What little girl didn't dream of such a thing?

A row of jars and soaps lined the wall just to the side of the tub where she found two handles.

She turned the water on and adjusted it to just the right temperature before quickly stripping out of her robe and gown. The hot water felt wonderful on her tense muscles as she eased into it. Minutes ticked by slowly as the steam rose up and dampened her hair, making it stick against the nape of her neck and temples. The shock and numbness from last night had worn off, leaving her with much to think about. Sarah took breath after breath trying to calm her racing thoughts. Images flew through her mind and she bit her lip unable to turn her thoughts elsewhere. Soon tears were streaming down her face as she let out a sob.

Toby, I'm so sorry.

Knowing she would have to be strong to face the months to come, Sarah gave herself this one moment, letting out all the hurt and frustration, the anger and disappointment.

Folding her arms over the side of the tub she cradled her head as the sobs wracked her body.

Time became nothing of importance as she stayed there, heat and steam soothing her as nothing else could.

Some time later her breathing returned to normal and she wiped away the last of her tears. Sarah took a few deep calming breaths and gradually composed herself.

"My last tears shed." She promised herself firmly.

She splashed a little water on her face, then let down her hair, submerging herself in one swift motion. She spread her arms out and let herself be supported by the water, mentally freeing herself of negative thoughts. Resurfacing she made her way across the tub and found a bottle of shampoo and assorted soaps and made quick use of them.

Still too clouded by her emotions, she didn't notice the scents as she quickly washed and rinsed. Grabbing her towel and she dried herself before wrapping it tightly around her body. She cracked open the door and peeked into her main bedroom.

A simple light pink day dress, one that strongly resembled the dress she used to act in when she was a teenager, lay on the bed with a note.

Sarah,

This is for you. Grandmother had my seamstress hurry it in this morning. There are more coming tomorrow. Hope you like it.

Amelia

The corners of her mouth pulled up at the thoughtful gesture. Amelia really was a sweet young woman. Sarah wrapped her hair up in the towel, then slipped on the dress and undergarments that she found tucked under it. It fit her nicely and she was glad to have something a little more appropriate for the place she was currently staying. Finding a brush on her vanity she ran it a few times through her hair before letting it fall freely down her back to dry.

Figuring she had a few moments, Sarah took up her quickly becoming favorite place by the window. The sun was rising higher in the sky and the light snow on the ground glittered and sparkled as she took in the magnificent scene before her. The land seemed to stretch on forever, over rolling hills and into thick tree filled forests. A garden lay just to the right of her window and small blotches of color could be seen as the flowers bloomed even in the snow. Neatly cropped hedges lined the outer wall of the garden and it seemed as if thousands of blue and red fireflies flew lazily in and out of them.

She sat there for some time, lost in the slow pattern of the falling snow, before another knock sounded at her door.

"Come in." She called from her seat.

Expecting Amelia or maybe even the Queen, Sarah was taken back by the unfamiliar face of yet another person.

"Hello, I'm Chloe." The other woman said, closing the door behind her. Sarah stood quickly, noticing that she didn't seem to be much older than herself, with olive colored skin and black hair. She wore a simple gray dress with a symbol stitched onto the shoulder, one she recognized many of the soldiers had upon their vests. As she stepped into the room the sun picked out dark highlights of purple in her tresses.

"Her majesty sent me up here. I'm to be your personal servant while you are staying with us." Her voice rose and fell smoothly over the words and Sarah reached out to shake her hand.

"Oh…okay. I'm Sarah." Cloe looked at her hand briefly before taking it with a smile.

"Of course, the mortal that beat Prince Jareth's labyrinth. I believe everyone here knows your name." Chloe said, humor sparkling in her eyes.

Sarah opened then shut her mouth, not quite sure what else to add. Thankfully Chloe continued on.

"The Queen asked that I come and help you ready yourself. Lady Amelia will be here shortly to escort you down to the dinning hall where the royal family takes their breakfast."

"Really, I um, I don't need a personal servant. I'm really not comfortable with…" Sarah was stuttering but she was really at a loss for words.

She smiled and nodded, "Yes. That fact was brought up by Prince Jareth. He did think that I would be a 'good choice' for you."

Chloe ushered her over to the chair before her vanity and Sarah tried to concentrate on what she was doing, instead of letting her mind wonder at the fact that Jareth knew she wouldn't be comfortable with a servant. Or that he cared what bothered her.

Chloe chatted to her, obviously an easy talker, as she used a spell to dry Sarah's hair and began pulling a brush through the long length. She began to twist her hair into a simple French braid as she told Sarah what little she knew of the Aboveground. The more she talked, Sarah had to agree that Chloe was a pretty good choice. She was respectful, yet not overly formal. To Sarah, it could have just been another day at the hairdresser.

"I would love to wear pants; I can't believe that women Aboveground get to wear pants every day."

Sarah smiled, finally registering some of the other woman's words, "I will have to say that the dresses in the Underground are beautiful," She looked down at her own clothing, "but nothing can compare to a comfy pair of blue jeans."

"Blue jeans?" Chloe parroted, "Are those the pants you were wearing when you arrived?" Sarah nodded.

"Interesting, I suppose." She commented warily. Turning her attention back to Sarah she set the brush down, "Your hair is done. Now, a little color and you'll be ready to go."

"I can that." Sarah told her, looking over the tiny compacts of makeup.

Chloe showed her the differences in and each and after Sarah added a little eye shadow and liner to her eyes, and just a touch of pink gloss to her lips, she was done.

"You won't do this every morning will you?" Sarah asked as Cloe picked up her clothing from the night before, studying the jeans with interest.

"I am here to do whatever bidding you should need."

"Thank you. I'm sure for the most part I can dress and do my own hair and things. Although I like how easily you were able to dry it. Beats a hair dryer."

Cloe stared at her and Sarah laughed as she explained what a hair dryer was.

The other woman just shook her head, "I always wondered about such things. We have classes that teach of the aboveground. But it's mostly history and such things. I always wondered about the little things."

"Well it sounds like we'll be able to help each other out then. You can tell me things I don't know about the Underground."

"I would like that Miss Sarah."

"Please. Just Sarah. I don't like having a servant. But I would really like a friend."

Cloe smiled, "I would like that very much."

The two women chatted for a few more moments before Amelia showed up.

Sarah took a deep breath and attempted to fortify herself as Amelia led her down a maze of hallways and into a wide set of double doors. A servant opened the door for them, and Amelia quickly bounced through.

She smiled softly thinking of the small pep talk she'd given herself in the bath, then squared her shoulders and stepped in. The room was fairly small compared to what she'd been expecting. A long table was placed in the center with tapestries and paintings decorating the off white walls. The floor was a glossy wood which was different from the carpet and marble she'd encountered so far. Full length windows let much of the sun's light in, brightening the room and giving it an overall cheery feeling.

Breakfast seemed to have just started as she made her way to the table effectively stopping the light chatter and bringing all attention to her.

"Sarah, dear, come sit next to me." Enid said brightly, indicating the empty seat next to hers. Sarah hesitated only a moment, as the seat was also next to Jareth.

A servant appeared and filled her goblet full of orange juice before setting a plate of hot cakes and eggs before her. Varies fruits and pastries were also being passed around the table. "Good morning Miss Williams." The King stated formerly from the head of the table.

"How did you sleep?" Enid asked politely.

"Very well thank you."

Amelia had taken a seat next to a petite woman with a pale heart shaped face and long straight black hair. High cheekbones and dazzling green eyes, the woman was absolutely breathtaking. She couldn't help but wonder if this was what Enid looked like in her prime. Next to her was a man who Sarah could only assume was Amelia's father, considering the resemblance. White blond hair, sparkling blue eyes; Amelia was just a miniature version of her dad.

"Sarah," Enid said, putting her glass down and indicating to the two strangers, "This is my daughter, Princess Adele, and her husband Prince Caleb; Amelia's parents."

Sarah nodded politely, "Nice to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to be able to converse with someone from the Aboveground. I'm so sorry our meeting has to be under such forced circumstances." Adele said, an easy smile gracing her lips.

"Ah, yes, I must say, it will be much our pleasure to chat with the mortal that beat Jareth's labyrinth. Although we may have to send Jareth from the room." Caleb remarked with a chuckle.

Both parents held laughter and in their eyes and Sarah saw immediately where Amelia inherited her easy going nature.

It was a welcome difference from the stone silence that was met on her right. Jareth sat stiffly, taking long drinks from his own cup that was filled with something that looked a little stronger than orange juice.

The food was wonderful and Amelia's parents kept up a steady conversation including Sarah through the meal.

"I thought we'd take Sarah on a tour of the grounds today." Enid told them, wiping her mouth gently.

The King nodded, "I agree; Last night was such an unfortunate way to begin your time in our world. Let us show you what a beautiful place we have here."

Amelia nodded enthusiastically.

"That sounds lovely." Sarah replied sincerely, "In fact, the last time I was here I did appreciate the beauty of the Labyrinth."

Adele shook her head, "You will have to tell us what the Labyrinth was like for you. I just can't imagine seeing it all beautiful and magical like Amelia tells us it was for you. I've only seen the Labyrinth as cold and cruel, or at the very least indifferent and unsolvable."

"Oh no." Sarah shook her head emphatically, chewing her food lightly, she was overly aware that's Jareth's attention was on her now, "The Labyrinth I saw was …well, it was hard, and I'll admit at the time I wasn't really enjoying my surroundings, but afterwards, when I had time to reflect, I realized that there were times I really couldn't help but just stop and admire the beauty." She smiled thoughtfully, "It was unlike anything I've ever experienced."

Sarah tried to keep her eyes away from the stone figure on her right, but occasionally she'd chance a quick peek. He didn't join in on their conversation, but neither did he look quite as angry as last night.

The rest of breakfast passed in quiet conversation, except for one.

If questions were directed his way, Jareth would politely respond with little interest but he neither looked in her direction again nor spoke a word to her throughout the entire meal.

But Sarah was happily surprised to find the rest of Jareth's family very caring and accepting of her. They saw the situation as their own fault and seemed to be going to great lengths to make her feel at home during her time in the Underground.

"We should go to the garden first, Sarah." Amelia said excitedly, "The flowers are so beautiful all covered in snow."

"How do they still bloom even while it's snowing?" She asked, thinking of the frost covered roses from that morning.

"It's the nymphs that live there." Adele told her. "Their magic keeps the plants and flowers alive, even after the cold would have killed them off for the year."

"Amazing." Sarah breathed, suddenly itching to be up and about.

"We can go now." Amelia said, as if reading her thoughts. She chuckled, "I get the same look when I'm ready to be out and exploring. Grandfather says I should have been born a nymph."

"I think we all could use a walk and some fresh air." Enid snapped her fingers twice and a woman in servant's clothes came through the door. "Janell, would you be so kind as to fetch our winter robes and an extra one of mine for Miss Williams."

"Not mine and Jareth's. We have some urgent issues to discuss this morning." Neron interjected.

"Yes, your majesties." Janell bowed slightly then turned and left.

It was unusual to Sarah to see the queen be so courteous to her servants. She'd not once seen the queen harshly order anyone about, but instead politely ask them to do her bidding. It was just one of many things here that she was realizing was very different from the fairy tales she'd read as a child.

Janell returned moments later and handed Sarah a beautiful powder blue robe lined in silver trimmings.

Following suit, Sarah stood and slipped it on, amazed at how warm it was considering its light material.

"The robes are magicked to keep you at a comfortable temperature." Amelia piped in.

Sarah leveled her with a look, "Are you sure you can't hear my thoughts?"

The other girl smiled brightly, "No, you are just easy to read."

Sarah's eyebrows rose at the piece of information and she swore she heard Jareth snort.

"Well, now that we're all ready, Amelia why don't you lead?" Enid said, adjusting her granddaughter's hood.

Smiling wide she nodded once then headed for the door.

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"Have you started the crystal yet?" Neron asked, not bothering to look up from the now empty table.

"Yes. I started it this morning before I came to breakfast." Jareth replied, eyeing his father.

Never one to play games, Neron finished his last bit of food before wiping his mouth and leveling his son with a stern look.

"I understand your feelings towards this girl, but I will not have animosity under my roof for a whole year."

"I don't live here. I can stay at my own Castle."

"You will stay here while Sarah is here. Or you may take her to the Castle Beyond the Goblin City, but only if she agrees to go with you. And with a chaperon. She is your responsibility." He eyed his son with deep interest, "Perhaps you'll see this as a bit of punishment for making such a dangerous gift. But I will not have you be so rude to someone we consider a guest."

"What? You want me to play nice with the mortal."

Neron's fist came down hard on the table.

"You will not speak to me as if I am one of your goblins. I am the King and your Father." He didn't raise his voice much, but it wasn't needed to get his point across.

Jareth clenched his jaw tight and nodded.

"You are the one who brought her here therefore you are responsible for her wellbeing. That includes her mental wellbeing."

"As I remember it," he bit out, "Amelia brought her here."

Neron leveled his son with a look that ceased all objections. "Bottom line is that she is here because of your inability to give your niece a normal and practical present. Therefore, you brought her here and you will take care of her."

Neron stood, finishing off his juice, "Amelia swears you loved this girl once." He searched Jareth's face for a reaction but could glimpse nothing behind his son's stoic mask.

"If that's so, then I understand your behavior. But perhaps you should stop thinking about how a girl rejected an offer from a villain and start thinking about how you could find a friend in this woman."

After a moment Jareth inclined his head respectfully before standing and heading towards the door. His father's voice stopped him once more.

"I don't suppose I need to say this, but for the sake of argument and considering your history with women I'll say it anyway. Sarah is a mortal, and in a year she will go home. If you do heed my words and succeed in befriending her, do not let it go further than that."

The door slammed shut behind Jareth, and the King shook his head.

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Sarah fell backwards on her bed, exhausted. After breakfast the small group had gone on a rather extensive tour of the gardens, which to Sarah's amazement, covered nearly 10,000 acres of the grounds. Her eyes were sore from trying to look at everything all at once; from the vibrant color splashed flowers, the earthy greens of the plants, and even the whether worn carvings of the different species of the Underground that seemed to be in every fountain, wall, or rock they came across. Sarah had thoroughly enjoyed her time out with Jareth's family.

His mother was very pristine, almost haughty, but always had kindness in her eyes and her mannerisms. It was apparently to Sarah where Jareth inherited his need to control even the tiniest situation.

Amelia was forever flittering here and there but seemed to know each flower's name by heart, and shared all of them with Sarah. And then there was Amelia's parents. No wonder the child was so full of magic and hope. Adele and Caleb were the epitome of what love would look like if it could take physical form. They were very formal in their actions, discreet in their gestures. But anyone could see the affection behind a simple touch, or the unmistakable look of pure and complete love that passed in a single glance. They talked with Sarah comfortably, as if she really were a valued guest. Caleb was most interested in her life in the Aboveground as both he and Adele had never been. The conversation and stories flowed easily from person to person and it startled Sarah to realize she was having a very good time.

The afternoon flew by much too fast for her liking, but her feet throbbing in the soft boots made Sarah glad Enid ended their outing, shooing everyone back up to the castle for a short rest before lunch.

"Unfortunately we must begin to see our guests off from last night off and will be unavailable for most of the remainder of the day. We are here if you should need anything, but do have duties to see to. Jareth will be your chaperone while you are here so please let him know if you need anything at all."

"I understand. Really though, there's no reason to chaperone me the whole time I'm here. I'm pretty independent." Sarah told her, thinking she'd rather be alone than have Jareth at her side for a year. "And thank you for the tour. This place really is beautiful."

Enid thanked her for the compliment, "I hope that in a few days you'll feel more comfortable here. And please, feel free to explore. Any off limit areas will have guards stationed so no need to feel as if you are confined to your quarters. And Cloe can take you anywhere. We also have the library that I'm sure you'll find pleasure in exploring."

"And does…I mean, do people know that I'm here? Who I am?"

Enid nodded, "It's hard to keep secrets in this place. Especially when so many people have already seen you. Neron and I made a formal announcement to those servants and army within the castle this morning. The full story has been explained and they are encouraged to relay it on to any who ask. Trying to keep it a secret would only spread other rumors that we couldn't control."

Sarah nodded understandingly.

"Of course I must stress the fact that you need to stay within the castle walls." Enid warned her, "We are more than happy to offer an open invitation to Hoggle and any other friends you made during your earlier…visit, to the Underground. But you yourself must stay within the castle boundaries where it is safe."

Sarah nodded, her earlier mood somewhat dampened at the thought of year with such restrictions.

Once they were back inside the main doors, Amelia offered to take her to her room, since she still wasn't sure of her directions yet, and Sarah thanked her.

"I'm not sure I'll ever find my way around this place." Sarah sighed with a smile.

"Oh, once you learn the main rooms you learn to navigate pretty well. Here you go." Amelia said, pointing to Sarah's door.

Sarah hesitated slightly. She'd been thinking on something most of the morning and decided she at least needed to try.

"Amelia, I was wondering if you could do me a favor." Sarah stated, trying to keep the nerves from her voice.

Amelia stared at her questioningly.

"I need to talk to Jareth."

"Okay." She said, drawing out the word.

"How do I….contact him? Or Could you find him and ask him to come here?"

Amelia grinned happily, "Of course. Any particular reason you want to talk with him?"

Sarah shook her head knowing she was just going to disappoint the young girl, "I just need to talk to him about my life Aboveground while I am here."

"Oh." She said, lowering her eyes, "Yeah, I'll find him."

"Thank you, Amelia."

The other girl nodded then turned and headed down the hall. Sarah shook her head sadly. She knew Amelia like her, and wanted more than anything for her and Jareth to get along, and not just as friends. But Amelia was young, and had to realize that love didn't happen just because someone wished for it.

It was something she herself had learned long ago.

Sarah closed her own door behind her and walked over to fall backwards on the bed.

She was exhausted but overall generally happy with the day's events. She let herself rest a few more minutes, pulling off her boots and massaging her sore heels, before going to the vanity and smoothing back a few stray hairs. Her reflection stared back at her and Sarah was pleased to see that the fresh air had done her some good. Color was back in her cheeks and her green eyes were the most vibrant she'd ever seen them.

She was just starting to wonder if Jareth wasn't going to come, when a nock sounded on the outermost door of her rooms. She crossed the room and opened the door, taking an involuntary step back as Jareth's form seemed to tower over her.

His eyes raked over her before jerking past her and into the room.

"Amelia said you wanted to speak with me?"

"Um, yes, please come in." She said, standing aside. She took a deep breath and told herself she could do this. She could face him. This was for Toby.

Jareth walked in but instead of sitting, he propped one arm against the fireplace leaning nonchalantly against it.

Sarah sat in one of the arm chairs, pulling her feet underneath her and making herself comfortable.

"Well, I'll get straight to the point. I was wondering if there was anyway you could help me get in touch with my family; with Toby really. I mean, you said that only people who have been to the Underground before can come back, and Toby's been here before. So… there must be something."

Jareth rubbed his chin, thinking over the possibilities.

"Toby's been here before, true, but he doesn't remember it. So while technically he could come back, Toby would actually have to wish himself here. And that wouldn't exactly be the best idea." He replied, referring to the rules Amelia had told her about when she had first arrived.

"Okay, so not bring Toby here, per say. But couldn't you go and talk to him. Tell him what's happened to me. Explain things."

Jareth shook his head, "I can only go to people that know my name. That's the rules. Toby would have to know the story first. Once he knows the story, he knows me."

Sarah shifted in her seat, "What about my book? Could you, you know, leave it somewhere that he might find it?"

Jareth drug his hand through his hair, "I suppose I could do that. But do you really think Toby will read it? And even if he does, appearing to someone who hasn't called me is…well there are rules, Sarah. I can't just go to Toby."

Sarah nodded her eyes glued to his, "I understand." She said softly, "But it's my only chance; even if it is a slight one."

He swallowed hard, taking in her pleading eyes as she softly bit her lip. He knew how hard it was for her, just to ask him for help.

"I can't just disappear for a whole year without a word. My family is going to be under enough stress with the surgery. Can't I do anything?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know. What am I allowed to do?"

Jareth took a minute to think, "We've never really had this problem before. But I have clear rules I have to follow. I can't interact with anyone Aboveground unless they call me first. If that were the case I'm fairly good at blurring the lines of what's acceptable and what's not. But no one in your family even knows the story. That complicates things."

"So they will just go a whole year thinking I've been abducted or I'm dead." Tears pricked at her eyes and she sternly reminded herself that crying was no longer an option.

"If there was anything I could do to help your situation I would." Jareth's soft voice took her by surprise and Sarah knew he wasn't holding out on her just to be spiteful. He honestly couldn't help her.

"Could I write them a letter? Let them know I'm okay?"

"That would be interacting with them. The only reason I can leave the book with Toby is because I'm allowed to do what I want with anything pertaining to my legend. But the rest is out of my boundaries."

She knew that. But she at least had to ask.

Slowly he pushed away from the fireplace, suddenly feeling the tension in the room. He battled briefly with himself then decided.

"I can give you one thing that might help." He tone was completely void of emotion as he held his hand out. He narrowed his eyes in concentration as blue sparks began to form, swirling erratically in his palm. Sarah stared at him silently, and a little cautiously, not sure what to expect. Suddenly the sparks collapsed on each other leaving behind a perfectly formed crystal sphere. It was larger than any she'd seen him produce before.

He balanced it on his fingertips and held it out to her.

"Now you can see Toby."

Her eyes widened as she reached to take the crystal, urgently but gently. It was firm in her hands though. Solid.

"How does it work." She breathed looking into it.

Instantly Toby's form appeared in the glass. He was lying in a hospital bed sleeping. Sarah had a clear view of the entire room and saw that it was dark outside. Karen was asleep on a cot next to him. His chest rose and fell evenly.

Tears wetted her eyes as she smiled and ran her thumb over the smooth surface.

"All you have to do it think of him, and he'll appear. But it only work for Toby. You won't be able to see anyone else unless they are around him."

Sarah let out a breath she didn't fully know she'd been holding.

"Thank you." She breathed, relief washing over her. She closed her eyes and held the crystal to her forehead as tears slowly streamed down her cheeks.

Lips pressed tightly together Jareth gave her a curt nod and turned heading towards the door.

"Jareth." Sarah called as he pulled open the door; but he didn't even hesitate, just simply walked out, shutting the door behind him. Sarah stood in the center of the room awash in confusion.

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Sarah took lunch in her room that afternoon alone. Cloe briefly stopped in to make sure she had everything she needed, and let her know that she was welcome to eat in the main dining area. Sarah thanked her but declined. She did however ask for some paper and a pen. She figured she'd write about time here and hopefully be able to share it with Toby later. Cloe had brought her a beautiful ink pen and a leather bound journal and by evening Sarah had already filled five pages. Amelia stopped by once with Adele to check in on her. They couldn't stay long as she had guests to attend to.

"You can come down with us if you'd like. Mingle a little." Amelia offered.

"I live alone aboveground so I'm used to having time to myself." She assured them. Adele nodded, seeming to understand more than anyone.

Later that night, she found herself in the library wandering a bit and collecting a couple books to take back to her room.

She would have loved to stay longer and explore the massive area, what with all the different maps and paintings, but there were four others there and their sideways glances and whispers were more than she could take this early in her stay.

Deciding that three books would be sufficient she started to head to the door when she heard her name called.

A woman who looked to be around her age smiled and started towards her. She was pretty in a way, with large blue eyes accentuated by heavy eye makeup, and dark red hair.

"Hello." She smiled at Sarah, "I'm Celia." She held her hand out to Sarah.

"Nice to meet you." Sarah replied taking her hand.

"I was here for Princess Amelia's ball and just thought I'd introduce myself." She leaned in so the others couldn't hear, "I'd heard about your trip here. I'm very sorry. I hope you can try and enjoy your stay."

She smiled again and it occurred to Sarah that while she seemed pleasant enough, her eyes lacked warmth.

"Jareth told me you saw the grounds today. Beautiful gardens aren't they?"

"Very beautiful, yes." Sarah replied back cautiously, "So you..are a friend of Jareth's?"

Celia nodded, "Yes. And please, don't worry. I know all about the 'discord' between the two of you. You don't have to pretend to like him." She chuckled as if she'd made a joke and Sarah smiled nervously.

"I suppose it's hard to get along with how we met." Sarah told her diplomatically.

Celia nodded, "Understandable. Anyway, I won't keep you. I just thought maybe you'd like a friend while you were here. Perhaps we can have lunch together before I leave."

Sarah smiled genuinely, "I'd like that, thank you."

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." Haven't you heard that saying?

Jareth threw his hands up, "She's not an enemy, Celia. She's…she's a nobody."

"Then why do you care?"

"I just don't understand why you had to interfere."

"I'm not interfering I'm helping. Jareth, do you really want to spend the next year playing host to this woman?" At the look on his face she continued, "Right now everything is still new; she's taking it all in. She's content to spend some time alone. But after a while she'll get restless. Bored. From what I understand she's used to be able to come and go as she pleases. Do what she wants. She's going to be restricted to this castle for an entire year." She stressed the word. "Unless, of course, she's with you." She gave him a pointed look, "Imagine if the roles were reversed. Would you want to stay in one place for one whole year?"

"Point?"

Celia chuckled, "Jareth, I am a woman. I can help. If Sarah and I are friendly I can show her around. Entertain her. Keep her happy and occupied until it's time for her to return home. Simple as that. Your sister will be returning home at some point. The Queen cannot do it. So who else but me? I am a noble. I'm more than qualified. I mean, unless you want that job?"

"I don't bloody care if she does get bored. That's not my problem." Jareth sulked.

Celia raised an eyebrow, "They announced Sarah as a valued royal guest. To be treated with the same respect as one would should any other lady of the Court. So yes. I'm sure the King and Queen won't mind at all if she's unhappy and her named chaperone is ignoring her."

Jareth growled low in his throat.

"Just say thank you and realize I'm right." She stated as she stood up. "Or maybe you can thank me in other way." She raised one eyebrow and bit her lip enticingly.

He ran a hand through his hair in agitation, "Not today."

Celia shrugged but smiled at him none the less, "Let me know if you change your mind. I'll be here."

And should would be. Sarah showing up couldn't have been working out any better. For her.

This had always been the most delicate part of her plan. Figuring out a way to stay at the castle for the next couple months. And now she had the perfect opportunity drop right into her lap.

The King thought appointing Celia as Sarah's chaperone was a brilliant idea. His mother had no qualms either way.

It was Adele that voiced concern. And as was her usual manner, she did so privately and only to Jareth.

"This isn't proper."

"Me being her chaperone and alone with her isn't proper." He replied.

"That's what her maid is for." She countered.

"Her maid cannot take her places that a lady can. And I'm busy Adele. I can't stay at Balasmasna for the require amount of time she would need." Jareth told her evasively, "Neither can you or you'd have offered by now."

"You hide your trysts with this woman well which is the only reason mother did not object. What would her reaction be if she knew Celia was your mistress?"

Jareth shrugged, "That's not my concern. And for the record, she is not my mistress. Celia is a titled well respected lady of the court. And we have spent a little time together, which you yourself admit is well hidden. No one is going to think anything ill of this situation. And it's in the best interest of everyone involved. So let it go, Adele."

It was late.

Jareth splashed a drink of scotch into his glass then threw it back in one swift movement. He'd almost lost it. Her desperate request earlier that afternoon had shown him how much she was losing by being here, and that had lowered his defense for a moment. He'd wanted to walk over and promise he'd take care of her, of everything; make her smile and thank him sincerely and not with the obvious hesitation she did.

He raked his hand through his hair roughly, berating himself. One request; that's all it had taken. One sweet smile. One sad look; and he'd almost lost his mind over that mortal once again. What was wrong with him? She'd rejected him; turned down his offer and never once looked back.

But she was so young…

"NO!" He yelled, flinging his glass in the fire. He wouldn't let himself make excuses. Doing that would only lead to hope, and he no longer held hope within himself. He gripped the edge of the mantel, leaning his forehead against the cool stone. He wasn't so withdrawn in his misery that he didn't see how young Sarah was at the time; how naïve she was, as he too had been.

He'd simply never been so intrigued by anyone in his entire life. And it had been pure fate that had led him to Sarah that day. There were only a dozen books about the Underground still in existence. Books that had been written long ago by those that had some connection to the Underground. Most mortals that knew of him and the goblins, were told through stories, handed down through the generations, and still very much believed. But there he'd been, sitting on his thrown enjoying the rambunctious actions of his goblins when he'd heard it. Someone was reading one of the books. He'd immediately followed the link, turning into his owl form and appearing in a secluded grassy area of a large park.

And there she'd been; beautiful and innocent; full of life and passion, but also unmistakable pain. He'd been instantly drawn to her. Unable to rationalize his sudden interest in this particular mortal, he'd come to the park every day to hear her recite the book, or practice some part she'd gotten in her school's play. She'd become his obsession, but he couldn't comprehend what he was feeling. So in his own fae youth, he'd acted impulsively, sending the goblins to whisper the magical words in her ear. But when she'd finally wished the boy away he was unprepared for what the Labyrinth would turn him into.

A villain.

A role he was bound by the rules of the game to play; for Sarah's own heart and imagination set the direction of what she would face.

But he'd been sure in the end she'd see. See that it wasn't real. He'd tried to show her. He bent the rules, twisting them so that he could create the ballroom. But Sarah had been unrelenting in Jareth's role of the villain, and their dance had turned into nothing more than a trick to make her forget Toby.

And yet, still he'd held onto the hope that she'd see all once the game was over; and he thought maybe she had. She hesitated in saying the final words.

But in the end…she'd said them; said the words that would crush her dreams and shatter his heart.

Jareth closed his eyes, memories of that day plaguing him. He'd been foolish to think such a weak mortal child would be able to see the truth, see what he offered was real.

He stood there, deep in his own thoughts, until the overwhelming heat from the fire pushed him away. He poured himself another drink before half sitting on the edge of the armchair.

He knew it was time to make a decision. He couldn't live this way for a whole year. Jareth sighed, releasing the tension in his body as he let his breath out. He couldn't let her just walk out of his life again; not like the last time. But nor could he ever regain the feelings that he once held. Already he saw his past emotions for Sarah as a mistake. But he must still care about her somewhat, else why wouldn't he have just left her at Hoggle's? Why would her presence affect him so?

Jareth tossed back another tumbler of scotch, chuckling mirthlessly. What did he want? He didn't want Sarah; yet he didn't want Sarah to leave.

His father's words rang through his head. He knew he couldn't be around Sarah unguarded. Amelia was wrong. He didn't love her. But she got to him on some level that others couldn't and he didn't understand why. It was her mystery that held him still, but he had to be in control of himself. She wasn't the type of woman he wanted in any way. Not as a friend, a lover, or even more.

Celia's offer was a perfect solution for everyone. Jareth honestly didn't know what he'd do without her.

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