sorry about the lateness. I had a story that wouldn't leave me alone and believe me it wouldn't have fit in with this one. Thanks to all my reviewers, i love ya. you keep me going. If you have any ideas of what Jareth is planning to do to win Sarah over, please let me know (i would love to know myself lol)

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I do not(sad to say)own the Labyrinth.

I do own the Gypsies and the plot. not to mention Jareth's beautiful horse.

On with the Tale...(or what could be found)


The Unknown Gypsy

Chapter 9

Fates Entwined and the Parents

A silvery, metallic cloud swirled around the feet of a man pacing back and forth, his boots clicking on the marble flooring. He was a dark looking creature with black hair that hung in his eyes. Even through the dark locks, his purple eyes gleamed with anger. Deep in his won thoughts, he ignored the other two beings by the pool.

A man with blond hair, his arms crossed across his chest his gold eyes narrowed in thought. A woman dressed in a flowing burgundy with her red hair swept up sat on a stone bench next to him. Her blue eyes crinkled in amusement. A large tiger sat at the woman's feet, the green eyes following the man pacing, its tail flicking in the air every time the man turned to head the other way.

The woman looked behind her at the pool. An image of Madeline talking to Marc faded away to Jareth and Sarah ridding through the forest. She smiled and looked back at the man pacing.

"You do not wish to help them, Phoebe?"

The man pacing stopped and turned his gaze to her. "My dear Sonja," He walked over to her and grabbed her chin; "I am the fate of the Underground. You give me one good reason why I should."

She grinned at him before vanishing from his grip. He looked down at the bench and around trying to locate her.

"WE are fates," Sonja's smooth voice sounded behind him. "We are equals my friend. The path the creatures of this world are not just your's to toy with."

He turned and saw her sitting on one of three throne-like chairs. She had one leg thrown over a side, the other planted on the ground, and her back resting against the other side. She had her arm behind the curved back of the chair. Her lips pulled up into a smirk.

"You think you know better than me?" He shook his head, "I declare a challenge."

She smiled, "State your challenge then."

"You HELP the Monarch with the Maiden while I HELP the Boy with her."

Sonja lifted her chin; a look of interest in her eyes, "Rules?"

"We use all we have at hand to get 'them' to get the Maiden to marry one or the other. The moment she says 'I Do' at the wedding, the winner is declared.

"No cheating, Phoebe, I will have none of it."

He placed a hand on his heart, "I swear on my powers I will not cheat."

"What will the winner receive?"

He smiled, the darkness covering his features in an evil shadow. "The loser will give up their place as a Fate, living as a mortal until the kiss of death takes them."

She looked taken back but then glared at him, "Deal."

The man that have stood by the water watching as Jareth and Sarah had entered a clearing near a beautiful waterfall rushing over a small cliff into a shimmering pool. He had been listening to the two as they had bickered about the challenge. He wondered why no one was thinking about the Maiden.

What did she want out of this? Did she want to love one of them? What happens if she denies them both? Phoebe and Sonja will stop at nothing until one of them was gone. He watched as Jareth dismounted then lifted Sarah down. She had an awed look on her face. He noticed the deeper look in her eyes when she turned to the Monarch with joy.

He knew then that if neither one of the other Fates were going to think of her well-being; then he would take the poor girl under his care. He turned and looked at the two still bickering.

He looked down at the tiger who had curled up for a nap at his feet. He bent down and patted its head. The tiger lifted its head up and looked at him before standing and following the Fate into the mist. Neither the man nor the woman took noticed still bickering.

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"Jareth this is beautiful!"

Jareth watched as she looked around the clearing, taking in the waterfall. He loved the way her eyes sparkled when she was at ease and happy. He knew she would love the grove. With the trees towering over them shading the area. The soft rushing sound of the waterfall filled the space with a soothing feeling. The soft grass was silent under their feet.

Jareth left Sarah to her own thoughts as he unsaddled Breck. He was rubbing him down watching her as she moved towards to the water. She was beautiful in the simple pale brown wool dress. The coarse fabric hugged her body keeping the cool autumn air. He moved to closer to the water with a basket in hand and a blanket tossed over his arm.

He was spreading the blanket out when she had noticed and came over to help unload the food.

"This is really peaceful, Jareth. Thank you for bringing me."

He smiled and nodded his head. He wanted to be careful with her this time. He wasn't going to push, "I must thank you for coming with me."

They sat there nibbling and talking. He told her about the changes that been made to the Labyrinth and where her friends were, not Hoggle of course. She would to see him every time they stopped for herbs when they were leaving the Labyrinth every spring. He even got her tell him about herself before and after coming back to live in the Underground.

"My step mother just never saw how I grew up after that night. I don't think she hated me for being a child, but for just being there. I was just something that took time from her parties and friends."

Jareth could see she was trying not to cry, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He would respect her privacy, even though he wished to know what caused her to run back to the Labyrinth.

"No, its ok, Mama Madeline dragged it out of me long time ago."

Jareth mentally smirked, "Madam Madeline was good at that. Please continue."

"Well, I had no choice but to put up with her. Dad wasn't any help. Toby was the only thing that kept me going. That is until I turned eighteen and Karen kicked me out." She toyed with the end of her sleeve, "I was able to get into the dorms at my college, but I never felt right. I didn't really have friends. Oh I had my roommate who tried her hardest to get me to go out and some classmates as well, but I just want to be alone."

She sighed and turned to look at the water, "Ever since I first came here I never felt right back home. At first I thought it was just Karen hating me, my dad not caring, and not really having time to hang out with kids my age, but after I got kicked out, I still felt like I didn't fit in. I tried to go out, date, and go on with my life. None of it felt like it was me."

After my last failed attempt at dating, I couldn't take it. I could never feel anything for them and was just hurting them more then myself. I had gotten a job that paid good, was able to get a small place that was close to the college. I was able to hide there when I wasn't working or going to class. Hoggle and the others came to visit."

She looked back at him, but lowered her face to look at the blanket, "It was Hoggle who suggested I live the Aboveground and live here. Living with the gypsy was his idea too. I can say that I didn't really think about living here, I jumped at the chance to leave and return here."

She looked at him through her lashes, "The moment Hoggle took my hand I felt like it was the right thing to do. I stepped through the mirror and it felt like a weight was lifted."

"I'm glade the Underground could help you. Fairytales aren't just for children, though their dreams keep this place alive." He had felt a knot forming in the pit of his stomach as she had told him about her stepmother and as he listen her life go from bad to worst it just tighten and grew bigger, but hearing that she felt like she belonged in the Underground loosen the knot.

"Enough of me, though. What about you?"

He was, to say the least, a little taken back by her question. 'What would you like to know?"

"Everything."

No one, but Madam Madeline knew everything about himself. "I don't know where to start. I would start at the beginning, but that would be to long ago."

"Ok, well, how did you become the Goblin King?"

He smiled, "Believe it or not, my mother when I had started causing too much trouble at the court. My father had wanted to send me away to a monk's temple, but mother talked him into letting me take over the Goblin City, which she had inherited from her own family when they passed on."

She smiled at that, "What kind of trouble?"

He shook his head and leaned forward, "That my dear I have left behind and it will remain in the pass."

She blushed, "Why? Were you womanizer?"

He shrugged, "Among other things. Now, next question." He sat back and took a slice of bread waiting.

"Fine, tell me about your parents." A small smile was gracing her lips.

Jareth choked on the bit he had just taken. "My parents?" He coughed again clearing his throat, "Uh…well, my mom, who was the former goblin king's daughter. She a sweet kind hearted woman, but temper that only she could have and needed. Dealing with Father, it was needed." He looked up at the leaves, "My father …well…" How do put that is was his father's family that created the Underground with help of the Fates?

"What about him, Jareth?"

She was watching him; the look in her eye told him that if he didn't want to tell her she would understand. Nevertheless, he wanted to, it was just his father was so high in standards and wasn't around much that all he knew was that his father was the King of the High Court in the Underground.

He sighed, "There not much to say about him. He has a temper and mother is about the only one that can stand him like that. I never spent much time with the old man; I guess I'm not that familiar with him like I was with my mother. Everyone respects him, out fear or because he rules with a fair hand, I have no clue. "

He looked down at her to find that she had lay down and fell asleep. He smiled and lay next to her, pulling her close to his chest. Pulling the edge of the blanket over them, he snuggled closer to Sarah and drifted off himself, not noticing the strange man sitting on a branch above them. He was smiling, but kept watch over the two, knowing that come the morning light, the Fates would have their war.


I know the Fates are three female witches that control life and death with thread and scissors, but in my weird little world(i love it, you love it, we all love the weird little world were chocolate rules and the men of dreams are cooing over us *Sighes*) their like gods that get bored way to easy and two act like children more then the centuries they have been living.

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