CoffeeKris: You know, the more I write for this story the harder it is to write. I'm constantly bombarded with ideas for one-shots and yet I feel I cannot write any one-shots until I have this blasted plot finished! I know where I'm going with it, but it's a difficult journey. sigh Thank you all so much for the reviews, they're the only reason I have not given up on this blasted thing yet.

Jareth sat on his throne, twisting his riding crop in circles so that the leopard print bra on the end of it would make lazy circles. He smirked thinking of Sarah's discomfort at letting her friends know just what it was they were on a mission to retrieve. He paused for a moment and regarded the bra with curiousity. He had every confidence Sarah would reach the castle, after all the entire point of her journey was to irritate her, not win a bunch of bras.
"Just what would I do with you all?" he asked the leopard print bra, which did not respond being as that it was an inanimate object with no thought.

As Sarah and her three friends continued to traverse the Labyrinth, she couldn't help but be grateful that they had dropped the question of what it was she needed to retrieve.

I still can't believe he's making me run the Labyrinth for my bras! What does he want them for anyway?!

Sarah tried to imagine what possible use the Goblin King could have for her bras. She imagined goblins using them as swings for two, goblins using them as slingshots in water balloon fights, or using them instead of rope for tug of war. She imagined the Goblin King appearring on her doorstep with her bras in hand and having to endure a lecture from her father about the proper way a young woman should act and that he isn't paying for her education so that she can run around with young men. She imagined the Goblin King having her bras bronzed and put on display in a trophy case. She imagined the Goblin King demanding the only bra of hers he didn't no posess and insisting on removing it personally...Sarah decided to stop imagineing.

"SARAH!"
Sarah jumped at the sound of Hoggle's voice.

"Yes Hoggle?"

"I's been calling yer name for five minutes,"

"Oh..." Sarah blushed at the thoughts she'd been lost in "Sorry Hoggle"

"Hmph! I's been calling her for five minutes and Oh, she says, sorry she says!" Hoggle continued to grumble while Sir Didymus urged Ambrosius to ride up beside Sarah.

"My lady, is it worry for what dear possession of yours the King hath taken that plauges your thoughts so?"

Sarah sighed and decided there was no use in lying to the little fox.

"Yes,"

"Have no fear maiden, for we shall retrieve that which our King hath taken from thee!" Didymus exclaimed, then paused to rethink what he had just said to make sure it didn't contrast with his code of loyalty to the King.

"I thinks you should tell us just what it is yous are looking for!" Grumbled Hoggle

"It's just...kind of personal, I'd rather not discuss it..."
"Sawah not trust frwiends?" Ludo asked, his big eyes showing hurt

"Oh, Ludo no, that's not it!" Sarah said putting a hand on Ludo's arm.

"Then what is it the rat has?!" yelled Hoggle.

"MY BRAS!" She burst out "One of his stupid little goblins thought it would be a good idea to steal all my bras and present them to Jareth, I don't know why, he probably thought it looked like something the King would wear, but the point is he stole my bras and now I have to run the Labyrinth for a bunch of freaking bras!"

Sarah covered her face with her hands, hoping to avoid her friends' reactions.

Sir Dydimus cleared his throat.

"Umm...my Lady?"

Sarah lowered her hands from her face which was now red with embarrassment.

"Yes Dydimus?" she sighed

Dydimus cleared his throat again and then asked.

"What is a...bra?"

As Squelch puttered into the throne room he saw the King with one of the Lady's things hanging on the end of his riding crop in one hand, a crystal in the other, with his head thrown back laughing.