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James paced agitatedly,

"I have to help her, it's my fault all of this has happened." He muttered to himself, finally set on what he had to do, he sat back at his desk to reply to Sarah and tell her everything even if it got him killed.

Dear Sarah,

I'm not asking to be forgiven, I know now that what I've done can never be forgiven. I hope I'm not too late and that this actually reaches you. I didn't mean for all of this to happen but once a deal has been struck there is no going back. I won't tell you everything, I will just give you the details you need to help Jareth. There is a woman, who is after Jareth, she is as evil as they come and she will stop at nothing to get what she wants. She is the Princess of the Unseelie, Princess Duvessa, it was decided at their birth that the two shall form an alliance between the Unseelie and the goblin kingdom through marriage. When Jareth became of age he refused an arranged marriage and it was called off. The word of the underground is that the princess was already in love with Jareth and was distraught when he called it off. Over the years I believe that heartache caused her to become bitter and eventually insane, I would go as far as saying evil. At my darkest moment I met her and through a careless error I became her spy and helped her put in place certain events that have caused Jareth to be where he is now. Sarah I must warn you for she is not all she seems, she hides behind an illusion of impossible beauty but it is just a mask, in fact, she isn't even fae. No one has seen her true form everyone who has seen her hasn't lived long enough to tell anyone, everyone except me that is, for she knew I wouldn't risk turning back into what I was. You need to know though that she is a creature, a foul creature with broad wings, razor Sharp talons and the head and neck of a human but with big black beady eyes, known as a Harpy. Jareth needs to get back to the labyrinth in order to fully regain his memories. I'm sorry I can't help you anymore and I'm sorry for everything I've done.

James

James sighed as he put the pen down, he felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders after finally telling someone one of his deepest secrets. In that moment of clarity, a sudden chill began to pollute the air, a feeling of terror washed over him as he realised he was too late to help Sarah. This letter would never be seen and it was likely that he would never be seen either. James accepted his fate with open arms as he turned around to face the creature he had thought to have escaped. He raised his head determined to look into her eyes as she smiled almost pleasantly, as if she had been waiting for him to go back on their deal so that she could punish him.

" Tut tut James I'm disappointed in you, did you really think that I wouldn't be watching you over the years. To think after all I did for you, you were planning on ruining my fun." She pouted at him like a child who'd had her dolly taken from her.

"This isn't a game and I'm tired of being your pawn, do what you want to me I don't care anymore. I'd rather die than live with what I have done." James spoke with as much courage as he could muster.

"Well, look who has finally grown a backbone. Though a little late don't you think." She laughed as she glanced at the letter he had just written.

"No no no, this won't do at all." Princess Duvessa sighed.

She swept her hand over the letter changing the letter so that it simply read.

Dear Sarah

I am sending someone to help you, her name is Duvessa. You can trust her.

James

"There that's much better, now that the darling Emma has broken the town's curse I can finally pay my dear Jareth a visit. Oh, I'll be sure to give Sarah your best." She grinned menacingly.

"If you are going to kill me, why don't you just get on with it." James snarled at her.

"Oh no darling I'm not going to kill you, no that would be a blessing for you. I'm going to place you in my nice and cosy dungeon while I go and have my fun in Storybrooke and before you get any ideas I've placed a protection spell on you so that you can't be killed. You have fun with your guilt now, goodbye jinx." Her laugh changed into a caw as she allowed her glamour to drop as James was transported to her dungeon.

"Oh, goddess what have I done, oh Sarah I'm so sorry, I tried I really did try." James sobbed as he sank down onto the floor of the dank, freezing cell.

A hoarse cracked voice spoke to him through the darkness.

"I'd stop that if I was you, the sluagh will feast on you until you are nought but a shell."

"Who's there? Come on show yourself!" He broke off as she came into the light, her once long red hair hung limply around her face, dirt and grime coated her porcelain skin. He could see dried blood on her hands, he could see that it had come from her wrists where she must have tried to get out of the chains.

He stared at her in confusion,

"I.. don't understand... you're- but you can't be,"

"No, I'm not. I'm no one." She replied quietly

"But if you are the real Princess Duvessa, who is out there pretending to be you." James insisted.

"Whoever I once was, no longer exists. She's taken everything from me and made me out to be some jealous monster. She is exactly what she is behind the glamour, a foul harpy" She spoke as if she had given up completely.

James watched her as she moved back into the corner of her cell, vowing to himself that he would get them out of this place, somehow.

Sarah sat across from a very quiet Jareth, the silence was starting to really grate on her nerves. Granny's was in absolute pandemonium, tons of people were rushing in and out of the diner looking for a loved one or a friend. Sarah was still trying to get her head around the fact that she was actually in a town of fairy tale characters, people she had grown up reading about actually exist. She knew August had tried to tell her about it all but as much as she wanted to believe him she just couldn't but now seeing it with her own eyes, she had no choice but to believe it.

Jareth sat trying to stop his mind from racing long enough to actually have a conversation with the beguiling woman that sat across from him. He was done with blaming everything on her, in fact, he was fascinated by her, if he was being completely honest with himself, not that he'd admit that to her of course. The silence was starting to annoy him but he didn't know what to say. What do you say to someone who is clearly in love with you but you still have no idea who she really is?

"Oh God, this is ridiculous." Sarah blurted out fed up with the silence.

"What?" Jareth asked startled by the abrupt end to the awkward silence.

"I said this is ridiculous, we're both adults surely we can sum up some sort of conversation so that we're not sat here like two awkward teenagers on a date," Sarah said rolling her eyes.

"You're right. I dare say we both know exactly why we are here, it is just a question of what on earth we can actually do about it." Jareth stated matter of factly.

"I would have thought that considering you were the one that found me, that you would have some sort of plan as for how to get my memories back." He continued.

"Uh excuse me Mr high and mighty but I had no idea what to expect when I first came here, and if you recall when I first saw you, I threw myself at you. Do you really think I would have done that had I known you didn't remember who I am?" Sarah asked rhetorically.

"Oh yes, I do recall that very..." Jareth slowly ran the tips of his fingers on the back of Sarah's hand, that had been resting on the table. His voice lowering until it was practically a purr sent shivers down her spine, making her gulp almost audibly.

"...Unexpected greeting." Jareth's lips curved up into a sensual smirk, the points of his recently changed teeth just barely showing.

Taking her hand away from him, she shook her head to clear the very inappropriate images that were now running through her mind.

"Hey, I know what you're doing there, I'm not stupid. We've got more important things to talk about right now. For starters, how to get your memory back." Sarah knew she had to put a stop to where that particular topic would have led, at least until everything was figured out.

A woman that had been sat quietly at the table next to them through the duration of their conversation, turned to face them.

"I think I can help you with that." She interjected.

"Excuse me? Who are you?" Sarah asked clearly annoyed by her interruption.

"My name is Duvessa and I am here to help you." She replied calmly.

"I'm sorry but this isn't something you can help us with." Sarah didn't like the vibe she was getting from this woman, it reminded her of the feeling she had when she'd dreamt about the darkness in the labyrinth.

"Oh my mistake, so you aren't Sarah Williams, the girl that James sent me to help. I'll just be on my way." She said sweetly and turned to walk away.

"Wait! Did you say, James? Is he ok?" Sarah demanded.

"Of course he is, you know James. Here he gave me this." She laughed handing Sarah the letter.

Jareth looked over the letter in Sarah's hand.

"Is it from him, this James person?" He asked her quietly.

"Well, it's definitely his writing and as cryptic as ever. He says she can help and we don't really have any other options." She sighed.

"Well, I don't trust her but if James says to then I suppose you will." Jareth snarled jealously.

Sarah was startled by the jealousy that was practically pouring off Jareth as he spoke.

"Jareth he's a friend and also someone that I have only seen in person about three times since I've known him," Sarah said gently.

Jareth felt his whole body deflate as if part of him was calmed by Sarah's reassurance while the other part was still trying to figure out why he had felt so insanely jealous of the mere mention of another man's name coming from Sarah's lips.

Sarah turned back towards the woman, who had been standing and waiting as if she didn't have a care in the world.

"Fine, James says you're here to help us. So how do we get Jareth's memory back?" Sarah asked abruptly still not comfortable with trusting this woman.

"Well, I would have thought that it was quite an obvious thing darling. He needs to get back to the labyrinth." She smiled almost maniacally.