This is an attempt at writing a bit more about the underground and how it runs in the world I created. I would never be able to keep up a regular story, but I wanted to explore the possibility of war, past wars and not being an entirely peaceful place. Sarah learning about ww11 and possibly even North Korea in history classes in school would influence how she might look at their laws differently. They wouldn't know about the history of ww2 and devastation that one man caused. But Sarah knows the aftermath and wants to show them what can happen when you fear or control to much. She can't obviously change an entire council and how they govern, but she can nudge them and make them consider another option.

Winter-1996

Sarah woke up curled up on her side, yawning as she squinted at the clock with the lamp lit near it to light it up. 3 am she must have fell asleep waiting for Jareth to come to bed it seemed, but he was not beside her.

She crawled out of the blankets finding her robe and slippers, she slipped both on as she headed for the door. She stopped by peaking in the children's room. Aiden was the nearest, he was sprawled out on his stomach while hoot slept next to him on his own little pillow. She smiled as she crept in, pulling the blankets back over him to tuck him in before moving onto Rosalea. Whose room was gigantic mess that she could barely see the floor, she shook her head she would be talked to in the morning.

Turning to Anna's door, finding a light shinning through the crack she smiled to herself knocking lightly on the door, she heard the patter of feet with Anna opening the door a crack.

"Sorry I saw the light, everything alright?" Sarah asked.

"I- we were reading," Anna spoke quietly.

"Well, I won't disturb you," Sarah smiled. "I was just going to look for Jareth, But don't stay up too late."

"We won't" Anna nodded.

Sarah turned, heading for the staircase, walking quietly down the halls she approached his office, she opened the door, he looked up as she raised her eyebrow at him.

"Do you know what time it is?" She asked.

"My apologies, it must have escaped me," Jareth sighed. "There was a breach on the western border."

"What do you mean breach?" Sarah sat down, she never once heard of any disturbances, and the last war she had read about was thousands of years ago.

"A few shadowlander's were found in the mainland." Jareth said after a moment. "They are children, and were taken into custody and questioned. Their kind is not allowed here after the treaty was signed."

Sarah mouth fell open.

"There's been rumors of a new leader who is more harsh and demanding. According to them, their families were killed and they managed to escape. We are at a loss of what to do, if we send them back they will likely be killed as their families, but at the same time there are many skeptical of what they say and think it is a trap which could lead us into trouble." Jareth explained as he rubbed his temples. "The punishment for breaking the treaty and coming across the borders of the desert is death, but as they were children we took it into consideration to be lenient.

"I would hope so!" Sarah exclaimed as she yawned. "Is it really that bad, if things are truly that bad there, maybe it's time to reconsider the treaty what if they need help, save the ones who can be taught differently and shown a different life?"

"If only they could see that, and change their way of thinking." Jareth leaned back into his chair.

"The above ground is always at some sort of war Jareth, we had two world wars, the second almost wiping an entire religious group because some man didn't like them. The last thing we need is this person to be spreading hate and intolerance in this world. But this always goes for this kingdom and realm, if we raise our children to fear the Shadowlands because they are different we are no better than."

"Sarah, do you even know what they are capable of?" Jareth looked at her.

"I read about the war and their kind." Sarah nodded. "Their dark eyes and dark blue skin, the abilities to turn invisible in the shadows, entering dreams in ways of persuasion" She named off what she remembers. "But it's three in the morning, you have to be exhausted."

Jareth nodded, after a moment he stood up and stretched, "I'm sorry Precious, I didn't realize the time."

"It's fine Jare, but you can't keep these things to yourself. I am your Queen I need to know what is happening in this realm." Sarah chided him with a sleepy look, "So don't you dare try and sneak off without me, it's about time the council finds out what sort of Queen I am."

Jareth nodded, she knew him too well, even after the short years of their marriage. "Very well, but you will be the only female there."

"Well, maybe if there were more women running things it would be a different place," Sarah mumbled.

They walked in silence to the family wing, Jareth is shrugging out of his clothing as Sarah handed him a pair of his silk pants he wore to bed. "I know it's three in the morning, but you smell, you've been an owl today." Sarah as he.

"I needed to clear my mind," JAreth admitted. "I will take a quick shower, go back to sleep I won't be long."

Sarah nodded as she climbed into their bed after shedding her robe and slippers, as she heard the shower turn on, it was a quick hop in, soap and rinse off as the water disappeared before five minutes had past.

He came back out wearing his silk pants, walking around to his side of the bed before crawling in next to her pulling her close to him as he nuzzled her neck as he heard her breathing slow and even out as she fell back to sleep.

"I beg you to listen you old fools!" Sarah shouted amongst the men, there're mouths falling open as her tempered flared at their backward ways and old fashioned thinking.

"I have read about and seen things happen!" Sarah continued on as all eyes fell on her. "WE have a country in the above ground who is so controlled and sectioned off that anyone who tries to leave will be killed, a wrong hair cut, saying the wrong thing can get your whole family killed or in-prisoned. We went through a war that last five years and lost almost millions of innocent people because thinking like this! Do we want to teach our children fear and hatred because people are different! My home world already have seen and watched that happen and I pray you will not go down that road because it is not a road you want to go down."

"Goblin Queen, we are entirely tolerant of being different!"

"Yes, when it suits or supports you." Sarah retorted with an eye roll. "The revolt was thousands of years ago, and from what I read you punished a whole kingdom after a group of radicals. We are talking about children here who have done nothing that their ancestors have done. How can you punish people for trying to get to safety if things are that horrible in their homeland. What about compassion and benefit of the doubt before found guilty."

Jareth watched his wife, damn he was amazed by her and her mind as she got the council to reconsider their options.

He swept her up in his arms after the council meeting, kissing her deeply not caring where they were. "You are amazing." He whispered "You controlled that room like no one ever has."

"I was shaking like a leaf the entire time," Sarah replied as she laughed from all the adrenaline running through her veins.

"It was quite exhilarating to watch." Jareth spoke in her ear. "I can't want to get you home to devour you."

Sarah grinned, looking around the hall before pulling him into a what appeared to be a cloak room. "Lock the door," she demanded. "The moment we get home, we're parents, here right now we are just Jareth and Sarah."

"Who are you and what have you done with my wife." Jareth as locking the door with his magic as she asked.

Sarah grinned as she reached behind her and undid the buttons of her dress, pulling on the sleeves as she bodice slacked and fell forward as she undid the last few buttons as she shimmied out of her skirt letting it hit the floor as she stood in her corset and slip underneath it.

"I am merely your wife, taking advantage of the time and rush of adrenaline running through me." Sarah replied as she undid the ties of his shirt. "Plus I didn't wear underwear today." She whispered in his ears. "I commanded that room with nothing covering me but a short slip."

Jareth groaned, pulling onto him, he sat down on a wide wooden bench. "You're a witch you know that."

"Only for you." Sarah grinned as she undid his pants grasping him as he sprung free from his confines, hardening even more under her touch. Watching his eyes roll back as she stroked him she used her other hand to stroke herself feeling her own wetness she moaned, making Jareth open his eyes, watching her he moaned as he placed his one hand over hers following her motions but adding more pressures to her movements making her breathing hitch.

"Lie down on the bench." Jareth whispered huskily moving their hands away.

Sarah nodded shivering as her shoulders hit the cold wood, her one leg hanging off the edge the other bent up on the bench. Jareth smirked down at to her before lying down on his stomach, pulling her closer to him, he kissed the inside of her thigh, breathing in her scent he went straight for the kill attacking the small bud of pleasure, making her muffle a cry of surprise with her fist in her mouth.

Jareth continued his assault on her, listening and watching her as the tension built in her as her back arched off the bench he stopped short making her whine in frustrated.

He crawled on top of her pushing his way into her in the process grunting as he filled her to the hilt. She wrapped her one leg around him, they had just enough room on the bench to balance themselves so they wouldn't fall off As they rocked back and forth moaning and panting heavily as the pace pick up till they cried out in unison. With Jareth collapsing on top her in a loud huff as Sarah began to giggle uncontrollably.

"What in the world is so funny." Jareth asked her, not sure if he should feel hurt or not.

"If those old fools knew we just defiled the cloakroom, we would probably get scolded." Sarah giggled.

Jareth chuckled before sobering as he pulled out of her. "What month is it?"

"It's fine," Sarah said after a moment. "We're good, we're still a few two months away from having to be careful." She said. "And to stay away from your sister fruit baskets." She joked about the peaches with a sad smile.

"We can always try again in the future," Jareth sat up as he did up his pants.

"I know, but I don't think I can go through another loss," Sarah admitted sitting up. "We have two wonderful blood children, three children if you include Anna in the bunch. We should be thankful for what we have."

"And I am every day," Jareth kissed her hair before getting up to hand her dress. "And I believe if we wait any longer to return home it may be up in flames when we arrive."

"Sadly, a correct assumption." Sarah agreed as she buttoned her dress, as he threw on his shirt. Taking his hand he materialized them back to the palace.

Thanks for reading!

Tina