A sudden cacophony of cackling and screeching pulled Sarah out of their kiss. She opened her eyes and was greeted by a pandemonium that involved goblins of various sizes darting around, drinking unidentifiable liquids straight out of bottles and chasing chickens.

The noise changed into shouting as soon as the goblins realized that their king was back.

"Kingy! Kingy is back!"

"Kingy looks weird. Like humans".

"Kingy brought a wished-away!"

"She wished herself away this time!"

"Let's play with her!" various goblins shouted at the same time.

Jareth groaned at the craziness surrounding them. "Quiet!", he shouted. "And get out. All of you! Right now!"

Dozens of unmoving eyes stared at them as if in shock.

"What are you waiting for? I said OUT!", Jareth bellowed and the goblins scattered away in fear.

The sudden peace was a blessing and Sarah looked up at Jareth with concern. He was holding her close, stroking her long hair. Sarah took a look at their surroundings. She was in what looked like a throne room and she remotely remembered running through it ten years ago when she had been searching for her brother. Just as back then, even without the goblins, the entire room was a complete mess. Chickens were running around, unidentifiable broken objects were lying on the floor posing tripping hazards and flasks were strewn over the floor leaking liquids. In short, it was as if a college frat party had been interrupted by the cops and everybody had emptied the room in a hurry.

"Jareth," she whispered as he was stroking her face with his ungloved hand. "How do we get you to a doctor from here? Can you transport us or do you have some type of - I don't know - transportation device?" A helicopter with a private pilot or car with a chauffeur would do nicely she thought.

He looked straight into her eyes and sensually kissed her on the mouth. "Sarah, my Sarah.", he uttered barely audibly.

"Jareth? Let's get you some help." She took his hand.

He wasn't moving.

"I don't need help."

His words cut through her like a knife. "What are you talking about?"

"I feel fine. Haven't felt this great in decades."

"You had a seizure! You are not fine by any means!" she nearly shouted.

"No." He shook his head. "I have been feeling sick for decades and this is the first time in a very long time that I can think straight."

"Ok," Sarah hesitated. "Well, that's great, but you got hit by a car and should get checked out. Just in case. I'm glad you feel fine but what if you have interior bleeding or something..."

"I'm fine!" Jareth yelled. "Don't you listen?"

Sarah winced. Something was very, very wrong. This was not the Jareth of the past few hours. Was this the real Jareth from ten years ago? She wasn't sure. He had been short-tempered but this seemed to be a whole different level. But maybe this was the real him and he had duped her. She should have listened to her gut in the first place. On the other hand though she was pretty much sure that the accident had been real.

"Ok, ok," she tried to appease him. "You're fine. I'm glad. What now?"

He cocked his head. "What now? I should show you to your room."

Her room. Her blood ran ice cold. "My room? What do you mean by that?", she asked with trepidation in her voice.

He started stroking her face again and pushed a stray lock behind her ear. Her heart was racing in her chest and she looked towards the floor to distract herself from what she feared was happening. She noticed that he was still barefoot.

He kissed her again. Softly and with some desperate emotion she could not - would not - identify. As if it would be their last kiss ever. She feared it would be. Everything hinged on what would happen next. He leaned his forehead against hers.

"Jareth ... don't. Please." Somehow she knew her plea would be futile.

"You wished yourself away..."

"Yes, to help you! So you could go home and see a doctor! Well, since you don't need one you should send me home now."

"It doesn't work like that."

Her heart sank as her fears were confirmed.

"What do you mean by that?" she tried to remain calm. "You said that I knew how it would work. Does that mean I have to run the labyrinth again? I will if I have to."

He shook his head. "No, little girl."

She felt anger welling up inside her. How dare he call her a little girl! Maybe compared to his age - whatever that was - she was a little girl but she was still an adult and not a small child. The pet name he called her by infuriated her immensely.

"What do you mean by 'no'? I rescued my baby brother that way. That's how it works!" she exclaimed.

"No, it doesn't."

"Yes, it does!" she yelled. "I've done this before! Stop lying!" Tears were welling up in her eyes.

He caressed her cheek with his index finger and she shuddered involuntarily. What bothered her most was that she could not decide whether it was a good or bad shudder. She wasn't still attracted to him, was she?

"You wished yourself away. Yes?"

"Yes! To get you home!"

"Irrelevant. Last time you wished your brother away, correct?"

"Get to the point already!"

He smirked. "Who is going to run the labyrinth for you, little girl?"

Her face fell. Crap. Someone had to rescue her but there was nobody since she had wished herself away. How had she not thought of that!

"You fucking bastard. You tricked me."

He kept smirking.

"I will not stay here. No way. You will poof me or whatever it is you do to my world right this second!"

"No," he calmly stated.

He leaned towards her and whispered into her ear: "You will stay here with me." As his form dissolved in front of her eyes the word "forever" resounded in the empty air.

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