Sorry for the wait! Finals and all that jazz. I hope you guys enjoy this!


Belle stood in the middle of the black mist and felt her insides freeze. She tried moving but she was immobile. The mist swirled around her face and then spread before her. The middle quickly began lightening until she could see shapes in the light. Soon she saw a clear picture of the garden she had been taken from, and then she heard sounds. It was like a television except it showed real life. Suddenly, that station changed and she was in a room she had never seen before.

Tatiana was sitting on a bed that had black silk curtains and black silk sheets. Jareth was lying in the middle of it looking as white as death. Her heart constricted upon seeing him. She yelled to them, but as she feared they could not hear her.

"Why do I feel like this mother?" Jareth asked looking at Tatiana, "I can't remember anything."

Belle stood straight and tall and frowned. What was Jareth saying?

"Do you remember the letter I sent you?" Tatiana asked and Jareth nodded.

"Belle is Erik's fiancé," Tatiana answered and Jareth frowned, "Or rather his ex-fiancé."

"But then why do I feel as if my soul is splitting in two?" Jareth's voice sounded so lost and Belle felt tears stream down her face. He didn't remember her.

"Because Belle is your true love," Tatiana replied with a sigh, "Erik's spell proved that."

"I don't understand," Jareth replied with a depressed sigh.

"Erik was not treating Belle well. You two met and both of you fell in love."

"How much of my memories have been taken?" Jareth asked sitting up. He wrapped his arms around his bare waist. Belle bit her lip. She could not turn her eyes away from Jareth's. There was so much pain and she knew that if she did not do something soon the Labyrinth would die, and Jareth would forever be a ghost in his own castle.

"Two days," Tatiana replied with a smile, "You two did not waste much time."

Jareth nodded and bit his lip. He rolled off the bed and stood. He looked around him lost, "Mother…why can't we find Belle?"
Belle's blood froze. What were they talking about?

"She is in the Nightmare Land," Tatiana replied with a sigh, "Nobody has ever come back from there. There is no way into that realm from here."

Belle's eyes widened and she looked around. As far as she could see was all black and dark. She felt her breathing become constricted and she soon found herself falling into a panic attack. She looked at Jareth and tried to calm herself.

"Mother, I cannot leave her there," Jareth looked at Tatiana so desperately, "I cannot stand the thought. My heart breaks at the very thought and I cannot even remember her!"

Belle bit her lips and a few tears slid from her face. Jareth was so torn and frazzled. Tatiana seemed so sad, and now she found that she was forever stuck in this inky blackness. Belle shivered. Suddenly, the screen was gone and she was again plunged into darkness. Belle screamed for the screen to come back, but her pleas feel on deaf ears. She looked around and found the darkness closing in. Her eyes widened when she realized the darkness was moving. There was something in that darkness. Suddenly she heard a growl and she stumbled back. Belle had no idea what it was or where she was or anything, but she did know that if she stayed still whatever it was, was going to hurt her. Therefore, she turned tail and ran like the hounds of hell were after her. She expected at any moment to slam into something, but she never did. She kept gathering speed but the growling and snarling only came closer. Finally, Belle couldn't run anymore so she skidded to a stop and swirled around. She expected to see a nightmare monster, but nothing was there.

Belle whimpered and fell to her knees. She had never felt such terror in her life. Breathing hard she was about to stand again when she heard an inhuman shriek coming from all around her. Quickly Belle jumped to her feet and looked around, but nothing was there. She felt as if the shadows were tightening around her. It was so black, yet she could see the dark mist as clear as day. It was as if there was constant moonlight.

She twirled around but she still could not find the source of the scream. Belle hugged her self and decided to walk in what she hoped was north. Sooner or later she felt that she would find something or someone. She just hoped it would be soon. The silence and darkness was deafening.


Jareth stared out of his window. The cool breeze hit his face and he closed his eyes. He tried so hard to remember this Belle person but he never could. Sighing he stood and left his bedroom. He began to walk down the hallway when he noticed the bedroom door next to his was ajar. Frowning he opened the door cautiously, but there was no one inside. He was about to leave when he noticed a suitcase on the bed. Curious he walked towards the bed and flipped opened the lid. The suitcase was filled with women's clothing. His heart began to pound.

These were Belle's things.

He shifted through the clothes and stopped when he found a balled up black shirt at the bottom. Jareth frowned and smoothed the shirt out. He saw words in big block white letters: Supernatural.

"Supernatural?" Jareth asked cocking his eyebrow. Belle looked down and smirked.

"It's an amazing television show that you should totally watch!"

" Belle," Jareth drawled, "You do seem to be bringing out your inner fan-girl."

"Shut it Jareth," Belle growled with a frown. Jareth just laughed causing Belle to shake her head at him. "So Your Royal Annoyingness, what do you want?"

"Can't I just visit to bask in your Goddess like glow?"

Jareth shook his head and his eyes widened. Belle liked Supernatural of that he was certain. He remembered the conversation but he remembered not what she looked like or where they were. He sighed and was about to replace the shirt when he suddenly brought it to his nose.

It was heavenly to kiss her. Belle tasted like strawberries and smelled like apples. Her hair was soft and he found that he took pleasure in gripping her rounded hips. He could feel her skin through her dress and he felt himself respond accordingly. In fact he did not think he had ever been as aroused as he was at that moment.

Jareth closed his eyes and nuzzled the shirt. He was about to replace it when he once again made an impulsive decision. He pulled off his pressed white shirt and replaced it with Belle's dirty, wrinkled, tee shirt. He was lucky that Belle liked wearing shirts larger then what she needed.

He sighed and once again shifted through her clothes but nothing came back to his mind. Frustrated Jareth slammed the lid and quickly left the room. Biting his lip he walked into his throne room and looked around. Hoping that something would come back to him, but nothing did. Gritting his teeth he headed outside to where he had seen his parents.

"Mother!" Jareth called. Tatiana looked up as did Oberon. He grimaced when he saw what his son was wearing, however he said nothing. He understood his son's actions, even if his son did not.

"Jareth you should be sleeping!" Tatiana scolded but Jareth just waved her words away.

"Can you show me where Belle slept at your castle mother?"

"Why dear?" Tatiana frowned thinking her son was wallowing in his grief.

"Because certain items have triggered some memories," Jareth was urgent and he pulled at the bottom of the shirt, "This shirt already has triggered two memories and I believe I can remember more if I am where we spent the most time."

"Jareth…" Tatiana began but Oberon cut her off, "That may work son."

"You think father?" Jareth asked uncertainly in his voice. He had never been this vulnerable with this father, not since he was a little boy, but there was something so…understanding about his father now that he could not help but feel close to him for the first time.

"Yes son," Oberon then grabbed Jareth's arm and they both disappeared from Jareth's garden and reappeared in front of the entrance to the white room

"You have me silly," Belle replied with a playful smile. "I'll watch over you."

"And how will you know what I need?" Jareth asked looking at her. A smirk of his own graced his lips.

Belle rolled her eyes and cocked her eyebrow, "Pu-lease, I am awesome and amazing. Plus I'm all knowing. You are in safe and capable hands Mr. King of the Labyrinth."

Jareth sucked in a breath and opened the door and entered the white room.

"Do you need something Jareth?" Belle finally asked when Jareth didn't seem forthcoming.

"I actually wanted to know where Erik put you," Jareth replied inviting himself in. Belle scowled at his back.

"I had no idea that the dumb sod, put you in this god awful room," Jareth continued, "In fact this was the last room I checked."

"I'm sorry to have been so much trouble to you," Belle replied sarcastically, "Now what do you want?"

"I want to get to know my future sister-in-law," Jareth replied lounging in an awful white chair.

Belle cocked her right eye-brow up and said, "Really? Well…I value manners. That is defiantly something you should know."

Jareth looked around and another memory crept into his mind.

"Belle?" Jareth asked as he watched the woman he was falling in love with shake with rage.

"I hate this place!" Belle screamed tears were streaming down her face, "I just want to be somewhere else."

"Do you want me to take you home?" Jareth asked. He could plainly see that she no longer had her engagement ring on. He felt light on the inside, but her obvious distress made the happy balloon in Jareth's stomach puncture and deflate.

"No," Belle groaned, "I don't want to be there either."

An idea struck Jareth and his eyes brightened. Why not show her his Kingdom?

Jareth swallowed tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. He could remember the entire conversation, but he could not remember what she looked like or what he was doing. All he could remember were the words, never her face. He closed his eyes. Jareth would make do with her voice

Belle had such a beautiful voice.

Turning towards his father he asked, "Where else did we spend time?"

Oberon smiled grimily at his son and led him out of the white room. He should have known that his youngest would be too stubborn to let his love go. Maybe remembering Belle would bring Belle back to them.


Belle stopped walking and crumpled to the ground. She had been walking for what she felt was forever, and she still could not find anyone. Everything was the same and Belle was scared out of her mind. She could hear Tatiana's voice telling her she was stuck in this darkness forever and she sobbed placing her hands over her eyes. The tears trailed down her cheeks and her body shook with fear. Mocking laughter resounded all around her making Belle cry even harder. She couldn't take this anymore. She wanted out. Frustrated she screamed one word,

"Jareth!"


Jareth was walking through the gardens following his father when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach and stumbled. He fell to his knees and clutched his stomach.

"Son?" Oberon kneeled before his son. He had never seen Jareth in such pain, "What happened?"

"Belle," Jareth whispered, "She's so afraid."

Oberon looked at his son in surprise. When he had first discovered Erik's obsession with the Nightmare Land and the dark language of the realm he had read extensively one the subject. There had not been much, but he had discovered that no one had ever recovered the memories of the loved ones sent to that dark region; until now.

Jareth looked up and his face was the most vulnerable Oberon had ever seen it.

"We have to find her father," Jareth begged, "We just have to. I can't let her rot in Hell."

"We won't," Oberon vowed. He had never been a good father. The children had always gotten on his nerves, and avoided him as much as possible. Now that he was older and his Kingdom peaceful he realized just how much he had affected his children and he was deeply regretful. However, he did not know how to show his emotions toward his children. Now as he kneeled before his son he knew that giving Jareth his never ending support was a step in the right direction.

"We will find her, but you much remember her to find her."

"You think so?" Jareth asked and Oberon helped him to stand.

"Yes son I do," He gripped Jareth's shoulder and then quickly let ago. They had a job to do and he would be damned if they stopped now they were getting closer.

Erik sat in the corner of his little cell. He still could not believe his own parents had damned him to the dungeons like a commoner. There was a small part of him that believed he deserved this punishment; however that large poisonous part of him wanted to rage against everyone. There was some part of him that was extremely bitter, and he knew where it stemmed from.

He had grown up alone. Aqua and Diana were not born until he was in his late nineties. None of them knew what it was like to live with Oberon and Tatiana in those early years. The screaming was loud and the battles were many. Neither of his parents was emotionally attached to him. In fact, they seemed indifferent to him. It was not until Aqua came along that Tatiana was actually ready to be a mother. Seeing Aqua have his mother's entire attention, something he had strived for and never received, broke his heart. Seeing his indifferent father open up to Gerald and then Jareth made him want to hurt someone. Soon he hated his family, especially his parents and dived into the dark arts. He was fascinated by the Nightmare Realm, but Oberon did not approve and threatened to bind the fey's magic. Erik had consented to Oberon's power and focused on controlling his urge to research. However the only way he could control that urge was to control all of his emotions because they contributed to the problem in the first place. Soon, he became cold and emotionless, but he was safe. He would not lose his magic, the most important thing in his life.

In return he earned the right to take the throne once his parents moved on, and then he had found Belle. He still could not believe how wrong that had gone. Erik knew he deserved this pain, but she had left him. She should not have gone back on her word. If she did not love him she should have refused his hand. Erik took his promises seriously and he held others to their word. They could have worked it out, but she had chosen to leave him for his brother.

As Erik thought about his situation he felt more and more angry. He could not understand why Belle, an unusually honest woman, had gone back on her word. It had never happened until she had met Jareth. Erik stopped thinking and dwelt on Jareth. Soon he came to a conclusion; it was Jareth's fault.

Jareth had charmed his fiancé away. Jareth made her ungrateful and unfaithful. Maybe he should have tried harder to show Belle more emotion. Maybe he should have been kinder, more loving. However, she should not have left him for that. They could have worked on it. They need not have married until they were both happy. He scoffed at the thought of Belle and Jareth as soul mates. That was something he had never believed in and was never going to. The spell worked when two people cared for the other true, but it did not specify between loved ones and true loves.

Narrowing his eyes Erik stood to his full height. He had wrongly sent Belle to the Nightmare Lands and he was going to find some way to save her. He would show Belle who the more powerful fey was, and she would come crawling back to him. Belle would soon see the error of her ways, of that he was sure. He just hoped he would not have to "help" her see.

Gathering his power he ripped through the wards Oberon had put in place around his cell and left for his room. There was a book on the Nightmare Lands there that he had hid from his father and had glanced into from time to time. He would research it and then find Belle.

Oberon frowned as he heard the alarm bells and looked at Jareth who was standing before the family fountain.

"I will be back son something is wrong with Erik's cell," Oberon stated and then disappeared. Jareth nodded locked inside of a memory.

"Do you like it here?" Jareth asked as the clouds slowly made their way past them.

"Sure," Belle replied with a yawn. "It's beautiful, although I'm sure I could enjoy it more if I weren't so upset with Erik."

"Oh?" Jareth asked intrigued. His stomach felt funny for some reason.

"Never mind," Belle replied biting her lip. "I don't want to bore you."

"You won't bore me," Jareth replied laying on her side and looking at her. "I have often wondered what you could see in my stoic brother."

"He wasn't…."Belle stopped and shook her head. "I didn't want a guy that would just pressure me to have sex. I wanted a mature man who cared about me and would put a relationship before his own sex drive. I'm the type to wait before I marry and it's hard to be with a guy in my world nowadays."

"I can see where this is going," Jareth replied finishing for her, "You found a mature man, but he seems to put himself before you."

"Exactly," Belle groaned and sat up, "I just don't know if I can deal with a man who puts his job before his family." She shook her head "I understand that he's a King and I will be a Queen with my own responsibilities, but I feel like he puts things before spending time with me unnecessarily. I mean, would it have killed him to have put something off and spend time with me?"

Jareth pulled himself from the memory and sighed. He still could only hear the voices, but an image was beginning to grow in his mind. Thoughtfully, he looked at the castle and ran towards the parlor. Where Oberon had said they had first met. He burst into the room, heart pounding and glanced at the couched. Memories flooded him.

"I suppose you are Erik's unfortunate victim," Jareth continued with a teasing lilt and yet there was particular venom in his voice that seemed directed toward Erik but not herself, "What might your name be?"

"Belle Collins," Jareth tilted his head and smirked. His eyes traveled up and down Belle's form and a smile formed at his lips.

"I am Jareth, King of the Goblins," Jareth bowed gracefully.

Another memory slammed into Jareth after the first one.

Erik growled a little in his throat and snapped, "Where were you?"

"We went for a stroll in the gardens," Jareth replied frowning at Erik. He then turned his full attention to Belle. "Good God woman did you roll in the grass when I wasn't looking?"

Belle giggled and slapped Jareth's hand away. She ran her finger through her curls and came back with a few strands of grass. In a blink of the eye they were gone. Erik seemed to completely ignore this interaction as his gaze rested on Belle's clothes and he jumped to his feet.

"What are you wearing?"

Belle looked down at herself and wrinkled her nose. It had been her intention to change before going to lunch. Mostly so Erik wouldn't have a hissy fit, but she had been having so much fun with Jareth that she had forgotten the time and now she had to watch her fiancée, who was probably older then America, have a tantrum.

"I think she looks fine," Jareth offered and Erik snapped,

"Nobody asked you!"

Jareth went to stand but stopped. His angry expression changed and he lounged against the chair putting his feet in Belle's lap and crossing his legs.

"Well if you really want her to change I can take her cloths for you," Jareth informed Erik and Erik almost blew his top. Belle interrupted him. She pointed her finger at Jareth and snarled, "Look her Mr. Hot Shot. If you magic my clothes away I'll have your ass."

Jareth smiled lewdly at Belle as his eyes traveled up and down her body, "That is kind of the point love."

Jareth sank onto the couch and ran his hand over the place Belle had sat and another memory of the first day they met came over him.

He glanced at Belle and Erik and made an interesting observation.

While their hands were intertwined neither seemed inclined to violate the laws of personal space, nor did they seem happy. It had been his observation that young lovers enjoyed being close to the object of their affection and were generally happy in each other's company. It was odd, but maybe they had just quarreled. Glancing at her his eyes locked with Belle's, and he found himself jolted into a realization.

He knew Belle.

Jareth crumpled to the floor as two days worth of memories and emotions overwhelmed him and took their place in his mind. He finally remembered everything, but Jareth's mind could not take the overload and he passed out onto the parlor floor.


So what do you think? Poor Belle, Poor Jareth, and in some ways Poor Erik. He was an unloved child, and those tend to become serial killer types. LOL

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