When Sarah awoke, it was to the sound of singing. She realised how comfortable she was and looked around. It seemed that she was in a large four poster bed, which was made of white wood and had silver curtains. The blankets were of the softest silk and velvet, and the cushions were light, as if they were filled with marshmallow. Sarah sat up and noticed Jareth watching her, singing her a melody, cross-legged at the end of her bed.

"Welcome, Sarah, to the guest bedroom. I assume it is to your liking."

Sarah looked around the room and gasped. The room was pure white, and had a beautiful chandelier with many glass drops hanging from it. There was a delicate white wooden writing desk, a vanity mirror, and a bay window that looked out across the Labyrinth. She saw that her keepsakes had been unpacked – her lipstick and red book lay on the desk, and several books and toys were on the shelves.

"It is so beautiful." Sarah shook her head and sat up. "Jareth, what happened to the bog?"

"It retreated to its rightful place, thank goodness. The goblins are currently carrying out the biggest clean-up of their lives, but they are just grateful to be alive."

He smiled, and Sarah could see that he was feeling better. The colour had come back to his eyes, and he wore a soft cream ruffled shirt with his grey leggings and black boots. Sarah smiled back.

"What happened to me?"

"Well, Sarah, you used a lot of magic, and your body was not prepared for it. Luckily, I used the little magic I could to boost it, and so we defeated the bog. You passed out and have been asleep for around…hmm…thirteen hours now?"

"You been counting?"

Jareth looked embarrassed.

"Not really. One gets accustomed to keeping time in this job."

Sarah laughed.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you have some visitors. Hogbrain! Come here!"

"You could be nicer."

"Then he might like me, and where would that leave him? Complacent, that's where!"

Hoggle entered the room, followed by Ludo and Didymus.

"Sawah back!"

"Sarah, I knew you could do it! You were amazin'!"

"Fair lady, you are a true hero!"

They all bounded to the bed before Jareth yelled, "She is still weak, one at a time!" Ludo stepped forward and she hugged him, burying her face in his fur. Didymus then bowed to her, and she planted a kiss on his nose. Finally, Hoggle came forward.

"Sarah, you was very brave to do that. Braver than I'll ever be. I know it is your choice an' all, but I would be very sad if you left."

"Hoggle, you are my best friend, I am not leaving so long as I am welcome."

She embraced the small man and he quickly wiped a tear from his eye, blushing.

"I ain't never been no-one's best friend before."

"Well, now you are."

Jareth groaned at the sentiment and stood up, obviously revived and back to his usual sadistic self.

"Right men, Sarah had undergone a lot and needs her rest. Time's up, come on, out!"

He pointed to the door with his cane.

"Can't they stay a bit longer?"

"They will be in the castle for a while, just get some rest. You need your strength for later."

"What happens later?"

Her friends left the room, looking suspicious.

"I have a surprise for you. My way of saying 'thank you'." He leant forward and put his hand on her cheek. His skin felt like silk without his gloves on. "Now rest. I will have Grubbe bring you some food later. Are you hungry yet?"

"Not yet."

"Alright then."

Jareth turned from her and left the room.

Sarah turned over and fell into oblivion.

Sarah slept a dreamless sleep and awoke to prodding from a small goblin.

"Miss, um, miss? Foods?"

Sarah sat up and took a tray from the small creature.

"Thank you. Do you know where Jareth is?"

Grubbe shook his head.

"Secret!" He squeaked, and ran away stifling giggles, clearly impressed at his concealment of the truth.

Sarah frowned, but started on the bread, fruit and juice on her tray. It was all deliciously fresh, but something was missing. She slid out of bed when she had finished, and saw her reflection. She looked dreadfully pale, and was still wearing her ripped jeans and jumper. Oh God! How can a goblin king go for that? She paced over to the desk and picked up her bag that she had taken on her second run through the Labyrinth. She had left it and its items intact for the week after her run, so she lovingly emptied it. She felt something unfamiliar at the bottom, and pulled out the peach; it had not gone bad, it was still intact and smelt fresher than ever. Sarah craved it more than any food and without a second though bit into it feverously. It tasted sweeter than anything she had ever tasted, but quickly she began to see dancing before her eyes, and bubbles clouded her vision. Oh, come on, really? She fell into the chair by the desk and watched as the images became more real.

She was in a ballroom, filled with floating crystals and glittery particles. The room swayed gently. It was empty, except for Jareth, who stepped out from a billowing curtain. He was wearing a deep blue, diamond encrusted jacket, and as he lowered his mask Sarah saw his beautiful eyes widen at her. She looked down at herself.

Her jeans and jumper had been replaced with a pure white gown that shimmered in the light. The oversized sleeves shrunk down her arm and clung at her wrists, showing the form of her slender arms. Her hair had fallen into a large mass of curls behind her, and silver ribbons hung from it. A silver and gold necklace hung around her neck, complimenting the low neckline of the dress. She gazed in awe at her apparel and swung the skirts around briefly, before returning her gaze to Jareth. No one else was there to hide him; she was not scared, she had no time limit. There were no Fae's dressed as goblins, whispering indecently to one another and tempting Sarah with their magic. Sarah stepped forward and approached Jareth, who took her in his arms as gentle music began to play. His hand was warm on her waist and his eyes penetrated her stare, commanding hers to keep his gaze. He pulled her close and danced with her lovingly, swaying her gently, and singing to her.

There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed within your eyes

I'll place the sky within your eyes

There was no clock chiming, no laughing or inappropriate behaviour among the now absent guests, just the pair, dancing to their own song. Jareth's body language was different from their previous dance; he held her closer, and occasionally rested his head against the top of hers.

There's such a fooled heart

Beating so fast in search of new dreams

A love that will last within your heart

I'll place the moon within your heart

Jareth was still staring at her, but he looked preoccupied occasionally, like something was bothering him.

From the throne room, many goblins fought to see inside the crystal Grubbe had snatched. They were supposed to be cleaning, but they were all desperate to see their master. "Look," said Grubbe, "Master is singing again."

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill has gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you

As the world falls down

Sarah noticed that her lips were parted in awe, and felt foolish for gawping like a young girl at his beauty.

I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll spin you Valentine evenings

Though we're strangers till now

We're choosing the path between the stars

I'll leave my love between the stars

They danced for what felt like forever, but the dance was over too quickly for both of them. The song came to an end and Jareth stood back, bowing to Sarah before taking her hand and kissing the back of it. Sarah felt the kiss in her knees.

"Must we stop?"

"I am afraid we must. I have to take you somewhere."

Jareth took her other hand and the two were transported to a dark Overground street. They were in front of a small, quaint house with a red car parked outside. A mother and her adolescent son climbed out of the car and dashed to the house in the rain, laughing loudly. Sarah felt a pang when she saw his blond hair.

"Is that Toby? And Karen?" She looked up at Jareth, who looked solemn.

"Yes, and you can leave now if you wish and live with them, or near them. I am very powerful; I can make them reasonable."

Sarah needed only a moment to decide.

"That would be your choice, not theirs'. No way, I am not going."

"Fair enough. Then let us proceed."

They transported again to a familiar scene. Sarah saw her older self with the screaming baby and the useless husband. She shivered, and Jareth placed his arm around her.

"Is this real?"

"That is Peter, he does the accounts for you acting school. You meet and marry him too hastily."

"But can't I change it now I know?"

"No, I am afraid that if you choose to leave the Underground you will forget everything."

"Why would I want to leave?"

They transported to the edge of the Labyrinth where Sarah had first begun her journey.

"If you stay here Sarah, all of this will be yours as well. The Labyrinth cannot seem to function correctly without you, it needs you here. I offer you everything. You can choose to stay, or return to either of your families."

Sarah looked out across the magnificent Labyrinth and breathed deeply. The air was sweet and clean, unlike the Overground air. She could hear the distant sounds of birds, goblins and streams. She could never leave.

They returned to the guest bedroom, and Sarah sat down on the bed to gather her thoughts. She was in a less extravagant gown now; it was a long gown made of white silk, with long sleeves and an empire line. Wow, everything is simple here.

"Jareth, do you want me to stay?"

Jareth sat next to her, a foot away. He tried to phrase his words correctly.

"I want you to act independently of my will. I want you to do as you desire."

Sarah smiled and looked up at him.

"I think you must know by now what I desire."

She carefully stroked his cheek, before lacing her fingers into his hair and gently pulling his face to hers, kissing him lightly on the mouth. She felt him jump, then submit to her affection, placing his hands prudently around her waist. She pulled him closer and kissed him with more fervour than before, which made him gently pull away.

"So, you shall remain here?"

"Yes Jareth! I will."

"Then I must ask that we do not continue this behaviour until we are married."

A weight landed in Sarah's stomach.

"Was that a proposal?"

Jareth looked bashful.

"Yes, it was. Don't look so shocked, that is how we do things here."

"And I cannot kiss you again until we are married?"

"That is the way it is done."

"Then I had better marry you, then! Gees, I always thought you were the flirtatious type…"

Jareth literally glowed brightly and embraced Sarah.

"Then you shall be my queen?"

"I shall! But we'll see about the kiss thing…"

She took his hand and kissed it.

"Sarah, I really must protest-

"You have no power over me, Jareth…"

"I do. Just not enough, it seems…"

Sarah kissed Jareth gently, but could barely contain the splendour of the kiss. She felt as though she could faint from happiness. Everything Underground felt right, it felt easy. It felt like home.

AN: Awww! A slushy finish but come on, we all want one! Thank you for those who added this to their favourite stories, it makes me feel so warm and fuzzy! There is still a final installment to this story, but it is not very substantial. Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed this - it makes writing worth doing! Remember, I own nothing of the Labyrinth! None of it!