Summary: Sarah over hears two intruders planning a crime.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of LABYRINTH

Rating: T+

Pairing: Jareth/Sarah

CALLING OUT:

Sarah knew her brother had grown into a teenager, but she couldn't quite believe she was actually seeing him. He was so tall, and so handsome. "Toby… Oh, my god…" She just stared at him. "You've gotten so tall."

"Sarah?" Toby hadn't seen his sister in years, and his father rarely spoke about her. Then there was the man standing beside her. He looked familiar, but he couldn't place the face. "What're you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you." Sarah breathed out, trying to calm her jangled nerves. "I know it's been a really long time… but I..."

Jareth rested his hand on Sarah's shoulder to give her all the silent strength he could in the face of the most difficult thing she'd ever faced. More than anything he knew this was the right thing for her to be doing.

Sarah took a deep breath, leaning back until she felt a tinge of Jareth's warmth to give her courage. She could tell from her brother's demeanor that he wasn't about to let her, or Jareth, inside. "The day I left, it had nothing to with you, and everything to do with dad. He blamed me for Karen's death."

Toby stood back, allowing Sarah and her friend to enter. He wasn't sure he should be doing this. He wasn't sure how their father would feel having Sarah back. "Come on in." Trusting his sister would shut the door, he went to the living room feeling the chill. It was still furnished with all the furniture his mom had chosen. Their father had kept the house like a shrine to her.

Sarah stepped inside, motioned Jareth ahead of her to follow Toby into the living room while she closed the door before joining them. "So, where's dad?" She asked trying not to feel as if she'd stepped into the past.

"He ran to get stuff for dinner." Toby answered dropping down to the couch waiting for his sister and the man with her to pick a seat to sit in.

"That's a change…" Sarah scoffed. "Normally he'd be at the office morning, noon, and night with only a 'I'll make it up to you tomorrow' tossed over his shoulder as he went out the door."

"Sarah," Jareth's tone was light, but held a warning with it. "Reconciliation, not confrontation."

"What is up with this guy?" Toby remarked eyeing the man who'd showed with his sister.

"He's the one who talked me into coming here." Sarah answered. She wanted to reach across the open space and take her brothers hand, but she resisted. It was so surreal, Jareth, Toby, and her sitting together after the trials of the Labyrinth. Of course, she wouldn't mention their time there. Toby had been young and he wouldn't remember.

"Well," Toby rolled his eyes, "his accent is weird."

"Toby," Sarah drew out his name. She didn't know where she was going to go from there. There was so much to tell him and even more she couldn't say. Before they silence stretched too far into awkwardness, the front door opened. She knew it was going to be her father. Sarah stood up, preparing herself for the worst to come.

Toby got up at well, heading out of the living room to see his dad. He wasn't sure what he should say, or who he should say was here. They really didn't talk about Sarah, not anymore. She had just been the ghost of a person who'd been there, and then gone. To Toby, she was more of a stranger than a sister. "Dad, there's someone here to see you."

"Yeah? Who?" Mr. Williams asked of his son, but he got his answer when he looked towards the living room that was rarely used. There, he saw Sarah. Her hair was shorter, she was slimmer, but he knew his daughter on sight. "Sarah? Why are you here?"

Sarah stared down her father making sure to keep her face calm and controlled. "I came to say good-bye." Sitting across from Toby, seeing the way he regarded her as nothing more than a stranger had changed her mind about being here. She wanted to go home, wait out the weekend and then leave to live with Jareth. This world wasn't hers anymore.

"Ten years too late for that." Mr. Willams remarked coldly. He couldn't handle seeing Sarah, seeing how well she looked, how grown up she was.

Sarah scoffed, "Right. I knew this was a bad idea and yet I came anyway…" She started for the door when Jareth took her hand. Turning to him she whispered, "We should just go."

"Sarah, wait one moment more. Tell him what you came to tell him." Jareth lifted his other hand to brush his knuckles over her cheek. "This was not a bad idea."

"And you are?"

Jareth turned his gaze upon Sarah's father. "I'm Jareth, I've known your daughter for some time."

"I'm sure you have." Mr. Williams comment snidely.

"Look, all I came here to say was I'm possibly leaving the country for work." Sarah crossed her arms over her chest and stepped away from Jareth. She wanted to indulge her anger, not have him soothe it away. "But, like I said, this was a waste of time. How could I expect ten years to pass for you to start caring again." Rather than let her father say anything more to her, she ran out the front door. And just like that she was right back to being fourteen, to feeling like she was unwanted in what had once been her home.

Jareth was able to keep pace with Sarah and her long legged strides as she angrily stomped her way back to the train station. It was wide on his part to remain silent unsure if her anger would be unleashed on him. He stood next to her silently while she purchased two return tickets to the city. Her tone to the lovely woman behind the glass was light and careful. Some of her anger had faded away. It assured him he was safe in taking her hand, his thumb rubbing in small circles to soothe away the rest of her displeasure.

"We have a half hour before our train arrives." Sarah said sitting on one of the polished wooden benches.

Jareth kneeled before Sarah, his hands resting on her knee's. "Sarah, I know you don't feel it right now, but seeing him was the right thing to do."

"Oh, Jareth, I know…" Sarah sighed. "But he still doesn't care about me." That was what hurt her the most. Her father hadn't worked up and ounce of emotion for her in the ten years they'd been estranged. "He still blames me for Karen, for that day it was raining and a drunk driver plowed into our car."

Jareth nodded. "I know that if we had a daughter, and ten years had gone by without us speaking, I wouldn't care what had happened to make us exist in silence. All I would care about is if she was well. I'm sure your father cares, he just doesn't know how to show it anymore."

Sarah didn't focus on the last part. "You want to have a child with me?" She asked. Having his child would make her life with him complete. Not to mention any child of his would bound to be just as beautiful.

"Yes," Jareth answered. "Does that shock you?" He rose up to take the seat next to her.

"No." Sarah slid close to him resting her head on his shoulder. "There are certain mechanic's involved with having a child though." She teased. Her heart was pounding, blood rushing through her veins. Jareth wasn't the man she remembered, or even the man she'd imagined him to be. He was better.

"I'm well aware." Jareth responded placing a kiss to the top of her head. "We'll get to that, eventually. You're the only woman I'd want to be with like that, the only one that I love enough to share an intimate connection with. I love you Sarah." In his youth he'd had his number of affairs, but he knew that to be with Sarah in that way, she would change his life and his heart. She was his future, he knew that now, and she was so deeply rooted in his soul that no other woman would ever turn his head away from her.

"I love you too." Sarah replied. "You're the only one I've said to, ever." He was the only one she ever wanted to say it to. Even though she had been a few relationships in the past, none of them had been Jareth. None of them could ever hope to own her heart like he did.

"Look Howard, young love. Aren't they adorable."

Jareth's eyes fell upon a kindly older couple as they sat opposite them. "Thank you, I think." He smiled gently.

"Of course young man. I'm Edith, and this is my husband Howard." Edith held her hand out to the young brunette to the blonde's left. "And you are?"

Sarah accepted the older woman's hand. "I'm Sarah, and this is Jareth." She let go of the other woman bringing her hand down to rest on Jareth's jean clad thigh. "Are you two heading to New York?"

"Oh yeah!" Edith exclaimed jovially. "We're going to see our grandkids. They live in Manhattan."

"That's sweet." Sarah laughed lightly. "We're going home. Our loft is in SoHo."

"Isn't that where all those bohemian types like to live?" Howard piped up next to his wife.

"Sarah owns half of record store." Jareth answered. "We live above it."

"That's sounds exciting." Edith said. "Are you two married? You seem like you would be."

"Not yet," Sarah answered.

"Perhaps one day." Jareth added. "We've recently reconnected after a few years apart."

"Love always does that. It brings the right people together at the right time." Edith grinned. Then the PA made an announcement. "Oh, that's us. Have a nice ride home."

"You too." Sarah replied snuggling in close to Jareth again.

"Does that happen to you often?" Jareth asked when the older couple were out of ear shot. He hadn't expected them to just start up a conversation with him and Sarah.

"No, not often." Sarah answered. She found it nice that the other couple thought they were married. Jareth had been all she ever wanted for her life. But she had to grow up before she could ever entertain the idea of being with him. If she'd given in, called out to him when she'd been younger, they'd only would have ever been chaos in each other's life. "At least today wasn't a total disaster."

Jareth laughed, kissing the top of Sarah's head again. "No, not completely." He found the other couple, Edith and Howard, quite enjoyable. While he sat with Sarah, time slipped by when another announcement came over the PA letting them know they could board their train to take them back to the city.

Sarah sat by the window on the train, Jareth holding her left hand and fiddling with her ring. She could feel he wanted to ask her something. "What's on your mind?" Sarah asked looking at him.

"I wonder if you had wanted to call out to me before last night?" Jareth asked.

"Yes," Sarah answered truthfully. "There were times when I was eighteen that I wanted to call out to you, but I knew I shouldn't."

"Why not?" Jareth asked.

"Because we wouldn't have been good together." Sarah replied. "It took me losing Karen, leaving Toby, and not having the love of my father to change how I saw myself. I wanted to be sure that when I called out to you that I was mature enough not to hurt you."

"Oh, Sarah…" Jareth lifted her hand to his lips so he could place a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "I don't wish to hurt you either." He knew if they'd been together when she'd been younger, it would have been disastrous. Sarah had been right about that.

"Course I have no idea how I made the choice to call to you. My mind just whispered your name…" Sarah muttered, turning back to continue looking out the window. "I trying so hard not to be afraid, and I guess you give me strength." She hadn't really thought about the real effect he'd had on her life until she was seeing him again, being with him. "What have I given to you, besides a headache?" She meant it as a joke, but the look that flashed in his eyes was anything but jovial.

"You showed me exactly who I was; a spoiled brat who believed he could have anything." Jareth answered seriously. "In that moment, at the end, I was so tired, so drained, I just wanted you to give in no matter what." Leaning in, he cupped her face putting his lips a single shallow breath away from hers. "You made me want to be more than a king for you. You made me want to be a man."

Quite the pair they made. Sarah could feel her heart beating faster from his words, from the way he looked at her. She knew it was pushing it, but she had to taste him, to kiss him and let him know that she took his words into the very core of her being. Sarah angled her head and claimed his lips in a searing kiss that made them both moan.

Jareth reacted to the kiss, to the passion contained within, by pulling Sarah astride him, his hands gripping her hips. She was devouring him and he was letting her. "Wait…" Jareth gasped, but she didn't give him much time except to take a breath. A few more seconds of her pleasurable torture was all he could endure before he was tearing his lips from hers, turning his head to the side while they both drew in ragged gasps of air. "I'm sorry…. I can't…."

"I know…" Sarah, just as breathless as he placed light kisses to his temple. She'd pushed too far, too fast. She knew that but she couldn't keep from kissing him in the moment. This man, the man she loved, he owned her heart, her soul, all that she was. "I still fourteen in your eyes." She rested her forehead, her hands resting on his shoulder.

"That's not it." Jareth replied running his hands up and down her sides. "We're in public, on a train where anyone could happen upon us." He was adventurous, but not that adventurous. Sarah buried her face in the crook of his neck, shaking with laughter. "No one is permitted to hear you scream but me." He promised darkly.

"That's good to know." Sarah grinned, kissing him lightly, and then falling from his lap to take her seat once more. Every time she thought she knew where their conversation would go, Jareth surprised her, and then she surprised herself with how truthful they could be with each other.

LATER THAT NIGHT:

Sarah sat back against Jareth's chest while they relaxed together in her deep soaking claw foot tub. She smiled as he rested the heel of his right foot along the rim while she fiddled with his right hand. His fingers were long and delicate. It was so strange to be seeing his hands without gloves. Every time she'd seem him, he'd been wearing black leather gloves, and in the ballroom, they had been a smoky grey. "Why did you stop wearing gloves?" She asked, placing her palm to palm with his hand.

Jareth placed a light kiss to her wet hair and smiled. "No reason, really I don't need them. I just wore them to perpetuate your idea of what I would like; the dark menacing King." He regretted and praised his foresight in wearing them. If he hadn't had them when she was in his orbit, the feel of her skin might have become too addictive. Dancing with her, holding her against him had been hard to let go of when she broke away from him.

Sarah shifted, turning so she could rest her ear against his chest. "You know when we were dancing together, I never wanted it to end." She always pictured them together when she needed to see his face. She would hear his voice, remember the way he sang, the way they moved smoothly together.

Jareth brought his arms around her, his left hand moving up and down her back. "In that moment, I couldn't believe you were finally in my arms. I couldn't believe that I managed to get you there."

Sarah chuckled, "Yeah, you drugged me." She didn't mean it as an insult.

"I meant to make you forget for a little while." Jareth muttered. If had only lasted a minute, he would have cherished it just as much.

"I know…" Sarah replied. The water was already cooling, soon they would have to leave. Pulling back, Sarah chuckled lightly, "We should go to bed."

"We should." Jareth nodded. He waited until she was out, a towel wrapped around her body, before he got up to do the same. It was nice to be like this with her when his mind had managed to set aside her age to just be able to see her. "Sarah…"

Sarah turned to him when he said her name a gentle come hither tone. It made her blood fire, her heart pound. He had his hand out to her, and she took it, she wanted to take it. Jareth pulled her in against him, his lips taking hers in a strong ardent kiss. Her arms draped over his shoulders, fingers threading through his silken mane of blond hair. She was ready for this to happen from the moment he told her he imagined them having a child together.