Disclaimer: This fic is based on the premise of the movie Conversations with Other Women—I do not own the Labyrinth or Conversations with Other Women.

Epilogue


8 years later…

"I forbid it."

"Really?" Her voice is laced with humor, "Too bad."

"By the gods, woman, why would you travel through a metal box in the sky when you can transport?"

"We can't just poof into the middle of the airport, Jareth. And we're flying first class, Emirates—that's like a five star hotel in the sky. There's immigration, yellow fever vaccination certificate check," she explains, exasperated. "And every resort will ask for passport copies." She hands him a small blue booklet, "this is yours, in case you're joining us." She's chosen Canadian passports for the family as it is the easiest passport to travel with...well, Canadian and Singaporean passports, but that wouldn't work for them.

"This is not your former Kingdom," he frowns.

She gives him a look. "Yeah well, we're less likely to get taken hostage with this one." She laughs at his expression, "a joke, Jareth. No one's going to get taken hostage."

He gives her a hard glare. "Why would anyone want to sleep in a tent in the middle of the jungle? And lying on the sand doing nothing is nothing short of imbecilic."

She sighs. "Most of them are luxury tents, Jareth. The children are extremely excited to see the real version of Lion King and July's the perfect time to witness the great migration." She glares back. "I want to relax by lying on the beach and doing absolutely nothing in Zanzi for three days. I don't care if you think that's imbecilic."

The Goblin King opens the booklet, his lips pursing into a thin line as he reads the name she has chosen for him.

"Join us if you want," she says coolly before leaving their chambers.


The Goblin Kingdom's royal family had a wonderful time in the Serengeti. The King didn't burst into flames as he lounged on the beaches of Zanzibar.


Avi David sought therapy for six months. And then he married his girlfriend and moved to a suburb in Connecticut.


Meilis was always asked how she managed to simply 'not age.' She hinted at having a brilliant plastic surgeon and all of Hollywood scrambled to find this brilliant doctor.


Kian wrote a movie script. He called it "The Divorce in LA" – the movie was about a divorced couple who meet each other at an art gallery. It did really well.


AN: bahaha, I love getting on my American cousins' nerves by saying that having a Canadian passport is better.

**Edited to add: J was just being a bit of an ass. Things get settled fairly quickly between them-nothing spectacularly interesting. That was going to be a bit tedious to write so I skipped it and decided to go with an 8 years later scenario.

I loved writing this ficlet. I keep wondering if people get my weird sense of humor.

Thank you for your reviews!

Honoria—separate chambers b/c that was 'tradition.' The magic renewal ritual is sacrificial.

SarahlouiseDodge—thanks!

Mockingtale—I so wanted to go with that story line but some people were really upset with the whole infidelity thing. Sarah's last straw was going to J asking her to take a lover instead of getting upset.

brienandrea20—Fire Harvests happened every year in the spring. J definitely loves S as much as he is able to. TY!