DISCALIMERS: I don't' own anything that belongs to Jim Henson and co. I do own Baithazar. That guy I created, thank you very much. He's mine. Anyone who wants him will have to put up with me.

Once again, I'm sorry for the delay of posting this in the fanfic website. Strange, my internet connection has a mind of it's own; it turns on whenever it wants to. I fuckin hate my comp. I have 13 serious viruses, stupid ass websites that are really parasites. I hate them all. I think you do too, this delay is too long. But look at the bright side: instead of one chapter you get… three! So far. Please R&R but most importantly ENJOY!

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JARETH'S POINT OF VIEW (set before Sarah woke up in cell):

When Jareth awoke this morning he had a blinding headache. Maybe it was because he had been thinking way too much last night. Or maybe it was the tears he shed for his Sarah. He sighed as he remembered how he grabbed her tightly in the arm and dragged her forth like an angry beast. He was becoming more like her, and he did not like it one bit. He can't control his anger, many times he tried, but it was an uncontrollable thing. He remembers that one time, when Sarah was suddenly transported to the bog of eternal stench for he was furious she gave Hoggle a peck on the cheek. He didn't mean to send her away to the bog, it was Hoggle he wanted to dip in the bog's murky, smelly waters. He was about to, he let the rocks Hoggle was standing upon break away, but then Sarah grabbed onto his shirt and fell with him. That's when he transported Ludo to the scene and let him serve as the gigantic pillow he was. It was little things like that, that usually set him off. Jareth narrowed his eyes as he conjured a crystal. It was amazing how a crystal appears, Jareth always marveled at his wondrous power. The crystal ball starts out small and then builds, almost like how they create cotton candy. Of course humans and faeries can't really see the whole process, their eyes and minds were always so full of themselves that they don't pay attention to the crystal ball's formation. Either that, or the crystal ball forms a little too fast and Jareth, since it's his special brand of power, can feel the formation. However only one person really paid attention to his power, she looked at his crystal ball's in fear and admiration. As he stared at his crystal ball, he tried to look for the same girl that looked at his crystals in admiration, but wait! Jareth looked hard inside the crystal ball but, Sarah wasn't in her room. Immediately he made his crystal ball disappear and transported himself to her room. He wastes so much energy whenever he transports himself, and he vainly tried to catch his breath, but couldn't. His crystal balls hadn't deceived him, Sarah really wasn't in her room.

"Show me Sarah." A crystal ball appeared immediately before his searching eyes, but all he saw was darkness. Jareth let the crystal ball roll off his fingers and land on the ground with a shatter. At his feet lay sprinkled dust that, in Sarah's bright room, sparkled like little tiny suns. Immediately after that, another crystal ball formed on his fingertips. He commanded the same thing as before. It only showed him the same darkness as before. Frowning he commanded again, "Show me Sarah." Once again, in it's misty depths, it showed him darkness. It was a pitch black darkness, it wasn't a sort of darkness where she would be in a dark room. This darkness meant that someone didn't want him to see his love. With a sudden realization Jareth summoned his father in the crystal ball. It was darkness once again. So he knows this someone is holding both his father and his love captive. He also figured that this someone had to be very powerful to be able to block his powerful magic. There was only one person that was almost as strong as Jareth and that was the Unseelie King, but Jareth was allied with him. With a start, Jareth knew who it was. The Seelie Court. Of course, why hadn't he known it before, he asked himself. They could've worked together to block his magic, but they needed someone from Jareth's bloodline in order to block HIM. It was all part of faery rules. Now that brought it down to two suspects: it was either his father or his mother that helped them. His mother, the stupidest goblin could've figured that out. He knew his mother and the Seelie Court hated his father, but what did this have to do with Sarah? Jareth needed to think, to figure out a plan.

At once, he shook himself and transformed. The bones in his arms took on a different pattern, the texture of his skin changing and sprouting feathers. His legs fell out of him, not literally, and he grew claws that could kill someone in a vice grip, long nails digging into their flesh. The talisman he wore at all times, melted within the feathers that covered his body and became one with his beast's heart, for without his talisman, he wouldn't be able to transform into an owl. Only a handful of fae can transform and Jareth was the only one of his kind that can transform. Is that why they have his father and Sarah? To bring down his power they are so jealous of? That could be part of it, but Jareth doesn't know, he doesn't know what the hell they want. Jareth shook his owl head. It felt odd sometimes, because at times he felt like he was twisting his head all the way around. He turned to face the sun blaring down at his lands, stretched out his wings and took flight into the light blue of the sky. The sun nicely warmed his back and the cool breeze was a hearty welcome to his worried feathers. He flew around his lands, up and down, thinking up plans and found that he couldn't form any, not now. Jareth felt a surge of pride when he, once again, saw how far and wide his lands reached. Sarah should see this, his told himself. Immediately an image of her smiling on the hill appeared to him. The dream in which they made their first love together. It was magical, Jareth recalled. He never felt so happy before in all his years. As he looped through the mazes of the labyrinth, he thought about how so many saw his kingdom as treacherous and tricky, but Sarah saw it, as she said many times, 'a piece of cake.' When she said it nonchalantly, it would hurt his pride. However, he loved that she had fire in her. He's always liked them fiery and full of spirit. What separated Sarah and her mother from everyone else in this universe, is that they are both strong and immensely passionate at what they love. Jareth knew there were other women like that, but not the way Sarah and her mother were. Sarah was one-of-a-kind. And she's mine, he whispered venomously in his thoughts. With that Jareth turned around and flew towards his castle. Once he flew inside Sarah's room, he circled once around the ceiling and starting with the talisman reappearing on his chest, transformed into his normal sidhe form. As if on cue, Sqeek and Spürgüs burst into Sarah's door. Jareth just stared at them with narrowed eyes. If this is what they did to Sarah the morning she first woke up in the Labyrinth, bursting through the door, then Jareth would have to find a suitable punishment for them. As Jareth thought of a way to punish them, Sqeek and Spürgüs tried to catch their breaths. Finally, Sqeek shouted, still breathless,

"The prisoners have escaped!" In a flash, Jareth was right in front of Sqeek's face, on one knee, and so very close their noses almost touched.

"What do you mean the prisoners have escaped?"

Confusion showed on Sqeek's face, "They escaped!" He moved his arms up and down, giving emphasis to his next words. "They are GONE!"

"HOW!?" Jareth roared.

"Once they heard Sarah was back in the Labyrinth, they tried twice as hard to escape and successfully did." Spürgüs explained in a calm, business-like tone of voice. Jareth turned to him with blazing eyes. Spürgüs remained calm. That's what Jareth hated about Spürgüs, he was too damn smart. He knew so much and could use it to his advantage. That's why he likes his little goblins more than sidhe and other known faeries. Imps and gnomes were alright, Sqeek is somewhat reliable and smarter than goblins, but Spürgüs was half imp and half dwarf. Not a good combination, Jareth put some trust in Sqeek but Spürgüs was untrustworthy of Jareth.

"How did they escape?" Jareth asked through gritted teeth. Spürgüs just shrugged. Immediately Jareth took Spürgüs by his collar and transported them to the diamond cliffs. It's a very beautiful sight, the diamond cliffs, especially on a sunny day. However, you didn't know where the cliff was… the rock all looked the same, the ground was diamond too and at the bottom of the cliff, more diamond rocks. That's why goblins call it DIE-mond cliffs, sounds the same as diamond cliffs without the emphasis on 'die'. Spürgüs eyes were wide open with fear and hatred when Jareth walked towards the cliff, he was the only one who knew where it was.

"King Jareth please!" Spürgüs pleaded. "I meant no harm!" He splayed his fingers out wide, in surrender.

"Not yet." Jareth said low. All creatures cower back in fear, as Spürgüs is now doing. They cowered, covering their ears with their hands and howling.

"Please! I found out they were gone this morning!" Jareth was a step away from the cliff. He hovered Spürgüs out in front of him and gave him a threatening look. At once, a picture of poop lying at one of his castle's floors popped in front of his eyes. Jareth softened a bit at Sqeek's pleas. Sqeek has telekinesis in which he can transmit images of his obsession to anyone he pleases. Most times his obsession with poop grosses people. Not Jareth, that's what unique about Sqeek and Jareth has an odd liking to people who are one-of-a-kind.

"You're friend Sqeek is pleading for me to let you go." Spürgüs waited silently for Jareth to continue. Jareth grinned mischievously. "I wonder if I should listen to his plea?" Spürgüs nodded fervently.

"Oh, you should! Sqeek is wise and very friendly, like you majesty." Jareth frowned. He looked disgustedly into Spürgüs' wretched eyes. He could tell that Spürgüs wouldn't care if Sqeek got injured under Jareth's hand. Jareth pulled Spürgüs close to his face and whispered low,

"You got away this time Spürgüs, but next time however, you won't." Then he threw Spürgüs far across diamond ground. Spürgüs scrambled to his feet and struggled to get away from Jareth. Diamonds, however, were smooth and slippery even though they aren't wet. "And get away from Sqeek!" Jareth yelled towards Spürgüs. The fellow half-imp made no indication he heard, but Jareth knew he did. "If you put him in any danger or hurt him, you'll regret it!" Jareth threatened. Spürgüs made a noise between a shudder and 'uh-huh' and skittered away. Jareth shook his head. Some fae never learned even with a thousand years living with the same crap. After a while, Jareth did nothing but stand there and breathe deeply in and out. However, his thoughts always came up with an image of Sarah's face, her smile, the twinkle she always had in her eyes. At that moment, Jareth knew what he had to do. Taking up his owl form, he went out to the castle and landed inside Sarah's room. Like he thought, Sqeek was there, tears running down his cheeks. At his appearance. Sqeek, clung to him and shook him, still in owl form.

"What did you do!? What did you do!?" Sqeek demanded between sobs. Jareth pecked at his eye, which Sqeek immediately responded with a howl. Jareth quickly transformed into his normal form. He looked down angrily at Sqeek, who was holding his eye, cursing and swearing.

"Sqeek, I did nothing to Spürgüs." Sqeek looked up at Jareth with tearful eyes.

"You didn't?" Jareth angrily shook his head. Sqeek's cheeks reddened.

"Sorry, yer majesty." Jareth sighed.

"It's alright, Sqeek. Just don't trust Spürgüs. I'll be wise to be wary around him." Sqeek nodded with fervor. Jareth rolled his eyes. Typical stupid creatures. "Listen, I need you to sniff out the prisoners." Sqeek let out an overjoyed cry.

"I get to sniff 'em out?" Jareth grinned and nodded. Sqeek jumped up and down with uncontrolled enthusiasm, clapping his hands. His eye was swollen with Jareth's owl peck. Pressing his thumb to Sqeek's eye, Jareth chanted a healing spell in his head and watched as Sqeek's eye, which, before, was quickly turning red, healed itself until it was good as new. "Wow." Sqeek said with amazement and admiration. Jareth smiled at the little imp goblin.

"Come." Jareth commanded. Instantly, Jareth transported them both at the place where they once held the prisoners, Ludo, Sir. Didymus, Hoggle. It was an ordinary oubliette, same one where Sarah got stuck, except this time, Jareth didn't let them escape so easily. Sqeek's nose was on the ground's floor, already sniffing the ground. Then, Sqeek started moving towards a wall that seemed to have had new cracks upon it recently. Jareth trailed behind Sqeek, cautious of his feet stepping on the small fragile imp. When Sqeek touched the wall with his nose, he stopped. Sniffed twice. Sniffed three more times. Another three times. He pulled back and looked at Jareth with confused eyes.

"It stops here. Why does it stop here?" He asked. Jareth looked hard at the wall.

"Can you smell beyond the wall Sqeek?" Sqeek shook his head.

"Tried that. Hurt my heard like HELL." Jareth shook his head.

"Then I guess, it ends here." Jareth was about to walk out of the oubliette when Sqeek grabbed the edge of his cape with scrawny fingers.

"Please yer majesty. I can help you find them prisoners. One more chance, please!" Jareth sighed.

"Oh, alright. Come then." Jareth, once again transported them, this time outside the Labyrinth, exactly where he first transported Sarah to the Labyrinth's beginning. Sqeek was at the floor in a flash, his ass in the air, just wanting to be kicked or slapped at.

"I found something Kingy!" Jareth walked towards Sqeek and looked at the ground he was sniffing at. Surely, he could see footprints of various animals. He looked to where they led and saw that they led into Dravenswood Forest.

"I sorry Sqeek, this time you really should stay here."

"Why?" Jareth looked out at Dravenswood, it's treacherous trees and imposing flowers were unwelcome to travelers and newcomers. Jareth was led in there when he was a boy. He was following an old man for he offered to give Jareth shelter, because Jareth ran away from the Labyrinth and didn't want to return to it. At that time, he hated the Labyrinth. As it seemed, the old man, who seemed to be wise and friendly, was actually a mean dark wizard from the Unseelie Court and was leading Jareth to the nearest pond, where the kelpies lurked. Kelpies were horrible things that could shape-shift to whatever the hell they wanted and once they lured humans, and fae alike, into the water, into the deep dangerous water, they'd strangle you. Jareth had to learn that fact out the hard way. Biting back old horrible memories, Jareth looked at Sqeek with an almost helpless expression.

"Please Sqeek. That forest is dangerous. A small creature as yourself won't last long."

"I'll last long enough." Stubborn thing, Jareth thought.

"Not even a second. They'll eat you up." He knew he was scaring him, but it was for his own good. He didn't want the poor thing to die because he didn't warn him of the dangers that lurked ahead. That just wasn't Jareth. Although he had a troublesome past, Jareth had a warm heart inside. The horrors of the Unseelie Court, where he was raised for the first couple of moths, scared the shit out of him, but he survived because he kept strong. He knew people saw him stubborn, prideful, cruel and menacing, but that was actually the nicest personality from someone who was raised in an Unseelie Court.

Tears were forming on Sqeek's eyes. "Please, I am worthy of this mission, I'll help you find Sarah." Jareth sighed, again.

"Don't you understand that it is too dangerous for you." He said this softly, but he purposely let in an edgy tone. He needed Sqeek to understand. Finally, Sqeek hung his head. He whispered,

"Okay," He sniffed, tears streaming down his cheeks, "I'll stay." Jareth went down on one knee before Sqeek and with a gloved finger, put it under his chin and raised his head up. Sqeek's eyes were brimming with tears, tiny little streams that slid down his cheeks.

"You're very brave Sqeek." Jareth told the little imp softly, "But I need you here. If anything goes wrong here, you'll contact me." Sqeek beamed. Jareth smiled. It really wasn't a necessary thing, but if something really did happen in his absence, he would be glad he thought up of this. "Alert everyone, but I am personally putting you on patrol. You hear?" Sqeek nodded his head enthusiastically.

"You can count on me yer majesty!" Sqeek puffed out his chest and saluted Jareth, the way lieutenant men saluted their generals. Jareth smiled at him. Then, after changing his apparel magically into armor, he set out towards the Dravenswood Forest.