AN: This chapter is a Jareth POV recap. Feel free to skip this if you want. Honestly, it's just a bunch of recap.

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Jareth watched as Sarah slept. His heart yearned for her, but he was still mad at her. She had crushed his heart 13 years ago. He had locked himself in his castle after he had taken her and her brother back to their home. He had watched from the window as she had danced and played scrabble with his subjects.

He had been so angry. He had flown away, his heart full of venom, silently cursing her willingness to accept everyone but him. He had offered her everything, his kingdom, his subjects, his heart and soul, everything. What did she do? She had taken all his gifts on offer and crushed them. Ground them beneath the heel of her words and shoved it back in his face.

The moment he'd landed in his castle, he'd thrown everyone out except for the staff and closed it off. He'd locked himself inside and raged at the inequality of it all. 'That's not fair!' He growled as her words echoed in his head, throwing some small wooden...something, he had grabbed across the room. It smashed against the rough stone wall, sending splinters flying.

As the years passed, he had come to understand her decision, her point of view. It had taken him a decade to understand, but he'd done it. He'd finally started using his crystals to look in on her in the mortal realm. He watched as she turned 20. He watched as she grudgingly made human friends in her classes. He watched as she graduated college and started her career. He had watched as she started getting sick.

He'd known instantly what was happening. He listened as she talked to him, apologized to him, told him she understood. 'Oh Jareth, what have I done?' He hung his head. He had done something terrible as well. He railed against the bonds he'd put himself under. When he'd locked himself in his castle, he hadn't realized he'd also bound himself to the building until Sarah wished him free.

He'd listened to her heart beg him to save her over and over, but she hadn't ever spoken the words. His heart wrenched as he watched her deteriorate, knowing he couldn't save her until she called for him. He'd waited anxiously as he watched her creep closer and closer to death. He'd felt so powerless as he waited for her call.

He'd nearly lost his mind when the Knight has stopped her from wishing him to her side. 'I just want to see him. Talk to him. I wish-' He'd growled and thrown things, roared his frustration to his empty throne room. Had the Knight not stopped her, he could have been by her side that night, secreting her away to his castle. He vowed to punish the little fox as soon as he knew Sarah was safe. If she ever calls for me.

He had taken to watching her at all times. He didn't need to watch her to hear if she ever called for him, but he did it anyway. After he'd calmed down from the knights interference, he'd sat on his throne, furiously smacking his crop against his boot. He'd ignored the brunch he'd been presented as he planned how he was going to punish the little fox. Bogging. I'll Bog him. I'll move his house into the- That's when he realized that the little fox already lived in the bog. His mind whirled as he tried to think of something he could do to punish the pesky knight.

It wasn't long after that, that his heart had stopped beating beneath the force of her whispered wish. "I really do wish the Goblin King would come save me." He'd nearly cried as he felt his restraints begin to crumble. He was frantic. The spell would take time to release its hold on him and the castle, but he needed to prepare for her arrival. "PYWALIP!"

The tiny elf had instantly ported to the floor before him, head bowed as he shook in fear. "Prepare the Champion a room. Every comfort. In fact, prepare me a room. We will put the Champion in my chambers, she will be more comfortable there." He'd watched the little creature still in shock. "And inform every member of staff that they are not to speak to her about anything other than simple things, like the time of day or where the bathing chamber is. Also, you will personally see to her needs. Whatever it is you do in this castle is no longer important. Give that job to someone else."

His brow pinched as he thought for a moment. He watched the minuscule elf shake as the silence stretched. He was a good little servant. He'd been with Jareth since his father had given him the kingdom when he was only a few hundred years old. "Pywazee...if I find out that anyone has answered one of her questions that isn't something mundane, I will Bog all of you. Every single staff member will find themselves in the bog." He began planning how he was going to show himself to he precious when he noticed the elf still was still bowing on the floor. He sighed in irritation. "Now!" He watched in satisfaction as the little creature vanished in a cloud of what looked like dust.

For nearly three days he'd watched her. He'd watched and waited anxiously for the spell to completely loosen its hold on him and his castle. All the preparations had been completed mid morning the day before. He watched as she undressed as stared at her fragile body in the mirror of her home. All he wanted was to wrap her in his arms and keep her safe for the rest of eternity. Her sad eyes broke his heart.

He had planned to wait for her to mostly be dressed before he was going to present himself, but when she'd fallen asleep in her bath and then slipped under the water, he couldn't stop himself. He ported to her side, instantly scooping her from the cooling water. He'd dried and dressed her with a thought before he ported to his room. "Pywanip!" He whisper yelled for the tiny elf.

The elf instantly pulled the covers back so he could lay Sarah gently in the middle of the bed. He'd pushed as much of his own magic into her as he could without leaving himself unable to change her world. After he had gently covered her back up, he sat on the edge of his massive bed and just watched her. He soaked in the peace she offered simply by being in his kingdom once more.

He knew the Labyrinth had used the last of its dying magic within her to force her mouth to say the words that would save her life. He knew her heart wanted to say them, but her mind had convinced her that he'd never come, or that he'd never forgive her. She had been so wrong. He had wanted to go to her side every time her heart wished him there. Every time her heart longed for him and pulled at his own heart. He'd been desperate by the time she'd actually said the words.

After a time, she had awoken. He had ported just outside the door, out of sight. He wasn't sure how she would react to his presence, and she was already so fragile. He listened to her move about the room. When she called out into the emptiness of the chamber, he stepped around the corner and leaned against the door before chuckling loudly. His heart melted when she whispered his name.

His brow pinched when she asked about the reality of this place. Apparently, his mouth had asked what he'd been thinking. "You asked me to save you." It seemed so simple. His feet were moving before he could think about it. "I saved you." It all felt very reminiscent of the last time he had seen her.

Her sudden flurry of movement startled him. She sobbed his name as she crashed against his chest and clung to his shirt. He closed his eyes as his arms curled around her gently. It felt so very right to have her so close to his heart. He gently soothed her as she clung to him and cried her unnecessary apologies. He simply scooped her up and carried her back to bed once she had calmed a bit.

He was surprised when she grabbed his sleeve and beseeched his presence. He could deny her nothing. He quietly lay near her, letting her decide how close they should be. He was immensely pleased when she curled up against his side and half on his chess. He wrapped his arms around her and held her until she fell asleep. He carefully rose and tucked her in. Sadly, he still had work to do.

He returned to the human realm with one thing in mind. He had to make Sarah disappear. He had learned from her that erasing her from existence on this plane was a cruel thing to do. So, he used his magic to make it look like she had never arrived at home and was missing. He drained her tub and erased any recent evidence of her presence. He sent her satchel to his chambers where she rested. He removed the clothes and shoes she'd been wearing that day and willed the letters back into the small metal box she'd gathered them from on her way home.

With his work done, he turned to head home himself when he heard her call. 'Jareth!' He quickly ported to his throne room. 'Jareth! I know you can hear me!' He tried to take a moment to gather his courage, but she was clever and gave him no time to prepare himself to face her. 'I wish an audience with the Goblin King.' He was instantly ported to stand before her. The magic of the Labyrinth demanded he answer a summons wish.

His face hardened as he tried to suppress the fear he felt as she pinned him with her beautiful azure eyes. "Sarah. I was in the mid-" She dared to cut him off. In front of his subjects. This woman will be the death of me! When he realized what she'd been saying, his whole body stilled, the fear rushing back over him. No! You can't go back! If you go back, you'll die!

But it seemed that she had no real intention of returning to her realm. Thank the gods! She had just wanted him to be silent and pay attention to her as she spoke. So, he crossed his arms and listened. She was asking questions but not giving him time to reply. She just kept talking and asking questions and not letting him answer. He was getting rather irritated with it all. He opened his mouth to point out her inability to let him reply, but she wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise.

As she spoke, he mulled over her words. Rule them with love and respect? But how? She obviously knows. The Dwarf, the Knight, and the Beast are loyal to her to this day. How did she do it? His mouth opened to ask her just that, but she just kept talking. After several moments of silence, he felt he could ask her permission to speak. It was strange, he'd never had to ask anyone other than his parents permission to speak.

When he tried to explain himself, she only seemed to get angry. He watched nervously as she swayed on her feet. Her magic was refilling, but she had used quite a bit when she'd wished him to her side. The Labyrinth had tried to help her compensate, but it hadn't been quick enough. He reached out to grab her elbow as he pleaded with her to lay back down, only to have his hand slapped aside. The only other person to have ever slapped his hand had been his mother.

He felt oddly childlike as she scolded him. He didn't like it. He was growing angrier the more she lectured him on how to run his kingdom. Then she demanded that he cow to her whims. He was furious! How dare she demand such a thing before his subjects! She knows I am bound by my word! Sneaky little spitfire! He had no choice but to agree. So, with gritted teeth, he did.

He roared his frustrations the moment he appeared in his throne room. HOW DARE SHE?! WHAT DOES SHE THINK SHE IS DOING?! DOES SHE REALIZE WHAT SHE HAS DONE?! But it made no difference. It was already done and only she could undo it. Highly unlikely. Pulling a crystal into his hand, he watched as she smiled and laughed with the little servants. He grew jealous of her willingness to befriend every creature in his kingdom but him.

As soon as the elves started to return to their duties, he called silently for the little one that had dare hug his precious Sarah. He needed to punish the little creature for touching his beloved Sarah, but she had forbidden him from bogging the little pest, so, he decided the creature needed to go on a quest. It would be a small punishment, but it would still be a punishment.

His smile curled into something that would even scare the labyrinth herself. He felt her trembling through the magic they shared. He had hatched a most devious plan to plan to punish the Dwarf, the Knight, the Beast, and the little servant. All of them had touched his queen. They needed to pay for it. He would make them pay in the most spectacular way.

AN: When I started this chapter, I never intended to make Jareth get a little dark, but I did, it's just how the story rolled out. If that upset anyone, I'm sorry. I promise, he doesn't stay dark.

Thank you to those that read all the way through! If you see any mistakes I missed, please do let me know. I'm always thankful of a helping hand. :)