Disclaimer: Hey no. I still don't own Labyrinth. Who would even think that anyway? Fanfiction is in the site's name.
Mary stood still for a moment. She looked around at the somewhat damp and, as always, glittering walls before turning her attention to the many corridors and ominous looking openings she now had to choose from. She looked down the general direction that Hoggle had left by and then her gaze momentarily hung on the spot where Sarah had stood only moments before.
She sighed deeply and turned towards one of the winding paths to restart her trek, hopefully, towards the castle.
She had a very bad feeling. It might have been because of Sarah's obvious distress but Mary couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. She shook her head trying to clear her mind of these thoughts. Then, as if to confirm her premonition, she heard a sound.
It was a quiet sound at first, like laughter in an open place where sound seemed to dissipate easily. All at once it became nearly deafening. It sounded like howling instruments of an orchestra playing a cacophonous symphony.
She covered her ears and moved faster. She couldn't tell which way the noise was coming from and had no way to blot it out other than her hands.
Mary noticed a faint light ahead of her and as she ran towards it she swore the already booming noise was getting louder. Once she was close enough to see that it was an opening leading outside she was sure she would go deaf.
She lept out of the corridor and into the fresh air of the night and it was instantly quiet again.
Mary had never been so grateful to hear absolute silence before.
"If you're gonna solve the Labyrinth and save Sarah you should follow me."
Sarah and Jareth were back in the throne room. Sarah clenched one fist tightly in anger, knowing full well that any outburst on her part couldn't help the situation at hand at this point. Instead she refused to turn and face him. Jareth took note of her clearly agitated demeanor.
"Would you have rather stayed and wasted her time precious?" he asked her while stalking closer to her again.
Sarah took a deep breath and replied evenly, "What good would that have accomplished?"
"Nothing, which is my point," Jareth stated before walking to stand before her.
She turned her head away, refusing to meet his challenging stare. "But you still have a problem, don't you precious?"
"Of course I have a problem!" Sarah nearly yelled in his face out of exasperation.
Jareth inwardly smirked at goading her into another argument but kept his composure.
"In that case do tell," he baited.
"I understand that everything is just a game to you but this is my life that's being decided!" Sarah told him, frustration clearly evident in her voice.
"Well then, suppose I were to give you a choice in the matter?" Jareth said while staring predatorily at her.
Sarah nervously met his gaze and intended to meet whatever new challenge of his this was going to be. "A choice between what?"
"Staying here and going back to your old life, obviously," he replied with an even expression.
"You would let me go, just like that?" Sarah asked not even bothering to hide her shock.
Jareth's expression was almost a sneer, one step removed from being outright mocking.
"Only hypothetically, Sarah," he informed her.
Sarah's brief moment of hopefulness was already over and replaced with bitterness, " Why would I choose to stay?"
"Really now precious, do you think I've already forgot the wish that brought you here today?" he asked her with mock exasperation.
Sarah had been, up until this point, thankful that he hadn't brought it up and was caught slightly off guard by him bringing it up suddenly.
"You think that anything like that would make me want to leave my family, friends, and my studies?" She asked indignantly, being purposely vague about his implied question.
"That reminds me, just what are you studying now Sarah?" His expression and tone led her to believe that he knew exactly what her major was and only asked so that he could have the satisfaction of her admitting it.
Sarah crossed her arms in agitation and mumbled her answer, "Folklore and Mythology."
His satisfied grin made her want to scream in frustration. Instead she settled on glaring at him in lieu of the more gratifying option. He only seemed more amused.
"But really precious, just what are your feelings for me?" he asked without his smile wavering.
Sarah then said, quickly in an attempt to shift the focus to him, "I could ask you the same question Goblin King."