A/N: Hey, I'm back! I sort of sped up time to make it present day. Enjoy. :D

Disclaimer:I do not own Labyrinth or Ghost Whisperer. If I did then Jareth would've gotten a happy ending and I wouldn't have killed Jim off then bring him back and I wouldn't be writing fanfics and I'm using too many 'ands'.:D

Chapter 8

He really wished that he could tell Sarah without Melinda's help. He snorted at the irony of the situation. He could grant any mortals wish, but he could never, under any circumstances, grant his own wishes.

He started to pacing impatiently. He couldn't wait anymore. He had to try to tell Sarah in his own way.

During the early stages of his "spirit hood," Jareth had learned that he could do things like lightly touching someone or something in the material world. He could, also, manipulate objects like moving things from one place to another. His latest and, to him, most important discovery was that he could use the bare minimum level of magic.

Jareth had sent those dreams to Sarah when she was preparing to move to Grandview. That had drained him for weeks.

So surely, getting his point across without Melinda's help should be, in Sarah's own words five years ago, would be a peice of cake. That is, once he figured out how he could communicate to her. Talk about language barriers.

Jareth stopped pacing and watched Sarah unpacking a box that had Breakable. Handle with care written on the sides. Slowly an idea formed in his head. If he could not talk to Sarah, then maybe he could do something else.

Sarah gently placed the clay figure that Toby had made in one of his classes. He had said that he wanted to be an artist when he grew up.

The greif from the past couple of years and the new grief from Jareth's death overwhelmed her. Sarah's knees shook for a second then collapsed underneath her. She fell and started grieving again for her family and Jareth.

Sarah and her family had become close, but she and Jareth wasn't especially close. When Sarah thought of him, she thought of her childhood and her young teenage years. When she had read and acted out scenes in Labyrinthunderneath an oak tree on the cemetery side of the park not far from her old home.

Sarah closed her eyes now and thought about back. she could still hear the wind rustling the leaves on the trees. She could still see the same Barn Owl that always came to watch her no matter that it was daylight and no matter that that type of Barn Owls don't roost anywhere near her still remembered it watching her with such intelligence.

Every time she looked at it, Sarah had felt a presence, that startled her at first, then it comforted her through her parents divorce and then through the trauma of her father remarrying someone she didn't like. Then through the birth of her baby brother.

When Sarah had run through the Labyrinth, something kept niggling at the back of her mind, a memory that she couldn't recall. A memory that was always seemed to get stronger every time Jareth showed up to torment her. That same something that was at the back of her mind now.

Sarah stopped the trickle of tears that still ran down her cheeks, and instinctively called out,"Jareth?" I came out gruff. The afterafects of crying.

The presence grew stronger. Then she felt a hand brush her forearm, then moved to her shoulder. The something at the back of her mind came into sharp focus.

With a gasp, Sarah stated the realization out loud."You were the owl. The presence I kept feeling was you. You were watching me all those years. Why? Why were you watching me?"

Sarah felt the hand slide off her shoulder.

The trickle of sadness tinged with frustration and a hint of amusement was her only warning of the tidal wave. Unprepared, Sarah, who had been standing by then, stumbled, but caught herself before she could fall. Just as suddenly as it came, it vanished. Sarah looked around wide- eyed looking for Jareth, but forgetting he was a ghost.

What just happened? Sarah thought, stunned.


What just happened? Jareth thought, stunned.

He had been watching Sarah and heard her when she talked, and something welled up inside of him at seeing Sarah forlorn and confused. Then the thing, for lack of a better word, exploded. He barely managed to stop it.

Jarethstood thoughtful for a few minutes, then he made his decision. He had heard of a legend when he was a child. He would now find out if this legend was more than that. If it could be reality.

End of chapter 8

A/N:Okay this took me some time to type out since I am using my library's computer and since I only have an hour, if there is a waiting list, to type this out. This story took me a grand total of three days to write, since they are closed on Sunday. As usual tell me what you think. :D

As for my other story Gentle Descent, I have completed the first two chapters and will publish them as soon as I can. Thank you for your patience. :D