I do not own "Labyrinth" or it's wonderful characters.

Sarah's breaths were shallow. Her chest rose and fell almost as quickly as her mind raced to piece things together. 'This is a dream.' She told herself. It accounted for the lack of pain in her head, but not for the nausea that still plagued her. '—or a nightmare.' She took a step back, as if the 'man' before her were a venomous snake that was poised to strike. "You have no power over me." Her voice weak, it traveled between them as if only a memory of the last words she had spoken to him. She wasn't sure why she said it, but it fell from her lips so easily.

Jareth tilted his head, brow raised. He went to step forward and shorten the distance she had placed between them, but froze. The girl that had miraculously found her way back to the castle beyond the goblin city had instantly vanished. He looked around as if she would be hiding behind a curtain or a bedside table. Nothing. A curse rang out through the empty room as the Goblin King threw the broom onto the floor. He knew why she was gone and he knew what that would mean. Another new plan."Zeal!"

The mute nurse came back in, a smile still on her wart-covered features. She had been placing old sheets in the laundry just before."Zeal, tell Tether that I will return shortly. I've suddenly been called away." With that, Jareth too was gone. The nurse sighed and went about her business; gathering up the broom and sweeping stone floor.

Sarah leaned over her toilet, her hands curled around the edges for strength. She couldn't remember how she gotten back to her apartment or why she now found herself in her restroom, but she was grateful. She wretched and fell to the cool, tiled floor. "What is happening to me?" Was this the drinking? The excitement? Her hand reached for her head; still no pain. Her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of it all...as she tried to make sense of him.

Her concentrated gaze at nothing in-particular was disrupted by a banging on her front door. Her head snapped up and she stood as quickly as she could while still trying to retain whatever was left in her stomach; if anything. Her steps were small and her arm wrapped around her midsection as she shuffled to the foyer of her apartment. Unlocking the deadbolt and bottom latch before gently pulling open the cheap, wooden door, she was bombarded not only the bright sunlight that her shades had thankfully been hiding until this point, but also by a very upset Desmond.

"Sarah!" He pulled her into a hug before violently pushing her back, still holding her shoulders in his hands. "Sarah, where have you been? Why haven't you answered my texts? My calls?" He moved his grip and followed the edges of her neck, her face and her hair; checking every inch of her.

"I'm fine, Dez. I promise." She smiled a weak, but encouraging smile.

Finally releasing her, Desmond's arms crossed his chest. It was like confronting her step-mother all over again. It hadn't happened often in her later teen years, but every so once and awhile she would stay out late for some reason or another—mainly reading in the park, but Karin would assume the worst. Boys? Drugs? She had heard the lectures for them all. Sarah would always be greeted with the same, disappointed scowl and prepared herself for a long 'conversation.' She would be reminded that she was old enough to know better.

"How did you get home? One moment you were in the ladies and then next—Poof! Gone! I thought you had been kidnapped."

She shrugged, not in the mood for a lecture. "I didn't."

"But you could have!" He rolled his eyes and stepped further into her apartment, falling onto the flower embroidered sofa; a thrift store find as most items in her modest home were. "I didn't sleep a wink last night, worrying about you." Sarah began to close the door, her attention on her friend, but it didn't shut. She turned her head to see a hand at eye level holding it open. Still on edge, she peered around to see Alfred standing on the other side with that devilishly handsome smile. If she was feeling better, she may have teased him a bit. Instead, she swung open what remained closed and started walking to the sofa; plopping down. "If there is anyone left outside behind you Alfie, they can come in too. I'm apparently receiving guests. No need to lock the door."

Desmond patted the seat next to him, but Alfred remained standing. "I'm happy to see that you're alright, Sarah."

"Of course I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be alright?"

The two looked to each other and then back to her. "There was the storm…you vanished. They had said the sink was destroyed- I already explained to you that anything could have happened. Obviously we began to think the worst. Police were involved." Desmond had stopped being angry and now was full of concern. "Well. Were. We called and they told us to wait '24 hours.'"

"I'm a strong girl. I've faced worse than anything found in a pub restroom."

Her friend shifted uncomfortably. "Sarah, I think maybe you've been a little stressed lately. You're not thinking straight. Now that your book is being published and you know, your dreams are all coming true," He smiled to try and lighten the mood. "Perhaps it would be best for you to take some time off."

Dreams? Sarah groaned at the word. If what she had witnessed not too long before was only a dream, she wanted nothing more to do with them. However, she herself had the thought of a vacation cross her mind the night before. With a roll of her eyes, she sank further into the couch. "There is still so much I have to do before the book is officially completed." She then started to stand, but felt as if a weight was on her shoulders. A sigh left her lips as she surrendered to her body. There were still so many questions as to why she felt the way that she did and why she had that strange 'dream' of the little goblin and-

"It can wait. Just a weekend. Go somewhere for yourself." Desmond shifted closer and held her; his head on her shoulder. "Maybe you'll have a bit of inspiration to help you tie up the unfinished pieces of your novel."

"You don't trust me getting home from a pub by myself, how are you going to trust me on vacation?" She smiled as best as she could.

"Darling, I said for yourself, not by yourself." He grinned. "Name the time and I will be there. I know I have some PTO that needs to be used up and Alfie has a break coming up soon. It will be fun!"

Alfred nodded and looked at his watch. "Speaking of..." He went and gave Desmond a kiss. "I have to be on set in twenty minutes. Can I call you?"

With a sigh, Desmond stood. "No need. Now that I know Miss Sarah is all well, I suppose I should leave too. Someone needs to tell the police you're not dead in a ditch. But know that I'm serious about that vacation." He kissed the top of her brunette hair. "Stay in bed today. You look terrible."

"Thank you, Dez. That's exactly what I wanted to hear." She pushed him slightly, telling him to go.

"I'm happy you are well, Sarah." Alfred added on their way out. With that, the door closed and she sighed with relief. She needed a toothbrush and a shower. Then, she could finally sleep.

"But you say she is safe?" Jareth paced the small confines of the "trailer," though it was done up as well as any mortal mansion. There were snacks upon snacks, a wardrobe that would make any human jealous and the place reeked of finery. Barron had told him it was due to his importance; that he was meant to be kept "happy." It all seemed a little too opulent for a General; though the Fae did love the finer things no matter their rank.

"As safe as she can be." Barron's hands worked quickly as he put a layer of foundation on his cheeks.

"And you said she was still ill?"

"An effect of her transportation. Nothing more."

The girl had powers she had no idea how to use. The Goblin King sat down on one of the plush chairs. "If only she knew how to control it, I would not be plagued by such worry." A knock came at the trailer door.

"15 minutes Mr. Richards." The voice beyond the fiberglass wall called out.

"Thank you." The man now placing on eye-liner replied.

"Alfred Richards." Jareth rolled his eyes. "Did you truly need such a grandiose name?"

"As gorgeous as I am? I actually think I could have done better." Barron, or Alfred as he was called by mortals, stood and grabbed one of the few leather jackets hanging by the entry way. "So what would you like me to do? Her friend suggested a weekend away. I would be happy to supervise if needed."

"Perhaps I should do so myself." Jareth stood and went to the mirror. He was dressed simply; a grey peasants shirt and black trousers.

"What are you suggesting?"

A crystal appeared in his hand. He twirled it once and then twice, his gaze placed on it fully before blowing on it softly. He then returned his attention to the mirror.

"A glamour?" Barron said. "All of this? For someone you do not even wish to return to the Underground?"

"That was before." He stood up right. His Fae clothes had been replaced with that of a modern mortal. The suit was unpretentious; gray with a black undershirt. His hair was short and sophisticated. He may not be known as a King in the Aboveground, but he certainly looked classically regal. "She has unlocked her powers and she does not know how to use them."

"It could have been an isolated incident."

"Once is isolated. Twice...someone in the Court is sure to have picked up on the signature."

"You do not know for sure."

"It is Titania. With her minions all around—I am certain."

"Are you certain you can get close?"

"You're her friend and I am a friend of yours. That is as close as I need to be." Jareth placed his attention back on the mirror, looking over the effects of his glamour. One thing was certain and it was the one thing that tore the Goblin King apart. Sarah Williams would indeed return to the Underground. She would need to, but not for him as he had always hoped.

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