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I do not own any of the Labyrinth characters.

Okay, so I worked on this in my spare time today. It is really late and I probably shouldn't be posting this because I am exhausted so I probably made a lot of mistakes...but I am just so darn excited over it that I wanted to post it now. I can always go back and fix anything if I messed up. :P

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 11

Sarah knocked on the carved door with the heavy iron handles. She held her breath as she waited for an answer.

"Come in!" A heavily accented voice called out.

Sarah hesitated before opening the door. She wanted to turn back and run but knew she had to get this over with. She pushed against the door and entered slowly. The door shut of its own accord behind her. The sun coming in from the window could barely penetrate the darkness of the room. A few candles were lit around the room revealing several bookcases that were full of books with worn pages. Old maps hung on the wall. In front of her there was a large polished desk and sitting behind it was the Goblin King. He looked up from a stack of papers.

"Well now, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?" Jareth asked as he stood up and walked around the corner of the desk.

Sarah's heart sped up as he approached.

"Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt anything," Sarah turned to leave but a large hand appeared over her head and kept the door firmly shut.

"I didn't say that it wasn't a pleasurable visit." He said looking down at her.

She couldn't think under his seductive gaze. She struggled frantically to remember why she had even came there in the first place.

Brittany said I was supposed to get to know him better. Yeah right, Sarah thought. Why did I even come here? I need to get out of here, I have no business doing here. But I have to give some sort of explanation for coming here.

But while Sarah was thinking, she became distracted by his handsome features and lost herself in his eyes. They were fascinating, Sarah thought. They held such memory and secrets; she wondered how old he really was. She suddenly realized how much she didn't know about him.

"Well?" Jareth looked down at her with his usual smirk.

Sarah blushed, realizing she had been staring at him the whole time. She glanced down at the floor, playing with the fabric of her gown.

"I…uh…" She stammered.

"Yes?"

"I was wondering….if I could have some more paper. I have already used all the paper that I had." Paper? You couldn't think of anything better than that? Sarah mentally kicked herself.

Jareth clearly didn't believe her but answered, "You may have some of mine."

He strode over to his desk and opened a drawer and took out a generous amount. He handed her the paper.

"Thank you, I'll let you get back to work." She held the paper tightly in her hands as she went to leave.

"Wait."

Sarah stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder at him. She was surprised to see him appear to be nervous. What on earth would make him nervous around me?

"I was wondering if you would grant me the pleasure of your company today. There was a place that I have wanted to take you to."

Sarah felt relieved. Here was her chance to follow up on Brittany's advice.

"I would like that." Sarah smiled at him shyly.

Jareth's eyes widened slightly, giving evidence of his surprise at her cooperation.

"When would you be ready to go?"

"As soon as I put these away," Sarah said.

"Meet me outside, at the stables when you are ready."

Stables? I didn't know they had any here. I guess the Underground never runs out of surprises, Sarah thought as she walked outside of the castle. She still hadn't located the stables yet and didn't want to make the Goblin King wait any longer than necessary. She stopped one of the goblins that were scurrying around.

"Could you point me in the direction of the stables?" Sarah asked the short, chubby goblin.

"Ya keep walking this way and then turn left. The stables is set down at the bottom of them hills." He pointed towards the left behind him.

"Thanks."

Finally, after walking for several minutes she could see the stables in the distance. They were bigger then her whole house. As she approached, she saw Jareth standing at the entrance waiting on her. Sarah tried to calm herself outwardly when she reached him.

"Would you prefer your own horse or share one with me?" He asked as they walked together.

Sarah's eyes widened at the thought of riding with the Goblin King, but she didn't think she could handle being so close to him.

"I think I would like to ride my own horse," Sarah said as she followed him.

"I can arrange that. You have ridden before?" he asked.

"Yes, but it has been a few years since I have even been near a horse. But I think I can manage."

"Alright, here we are. You may choose which one you wish to ride."

Sarah eagerly leaned over the gate to pick out her horse. She had always been fascinated with them ever since she was little even though she hadn't been around them much.

Sarah's mouth dropped open as she got her first glimpse of the 'horses'.

"They have wings!"

"Yes," he said amused.

Sarah looked in amazement at the long winged creatures. There were about 25 winged horses walking around in the enclosed paddock. A few of them had foals by their sides. Sarah wanted to cuddle them with their adorable tiny wings and velvet noses. Two of the foals were play fighting while the dams were eating hay.

While Sarah was busy looking at the horses, Jareth strode to a large stall that was off to the side. He returned leading a beautiful black winged horse out. His long, curly mane and tail glistened in the light. His thick neck arched beautifully and his muscles strained against too small a coat as he pranced beside Jareth.

"Who is this magnificent creature?" She asked in awe.

"This is Kalan, my personal steed," Jareth said, patting the winged horse's neck, "Have you chosen your horse?"

Sarah looked back at the paddock; the horses were starting to act up. Their wings spread out and she saw one lay its ears back as it lunged at another. She wasn't an experienced horsewoman at all, especially concerning winged horses.

"Umm, do you have any normal horses? You know, without the wings?" Sarah said nervously.

Jareth chuckled, "What's the matter, Sarah?"

"I have ridden," Sarah said, her pride resurfacing, "but never a horse with wings."

"Looks like you'll have to ride with me then."

Sarah swallowed nervously.

He got up on the horse and held his hand down to Sarah. She accepted his help and climbed up behind him. Once seated, she didn't know where to place her hands so she simply held them in her lap. She could feel Kalan shifting impatiently under them.

"You had better hold onto me," Jareth said.

Sarah placed her hands on his waist. She tried to keep her emotions under control as Jareth gently kicked the stallion's flanks and the horse trotted out of the stables.

This isn't too bad, Sarah thought confidently.

Then with a sudden burst of Kalan's wings they were up in the air. Sarah squealed in fright and held onto Jareth as if her life depended on it. Her eyes were tightly shut as the ground flew by beneath them.

"Open your eyes Sarah." Jareth said gently.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around her, she still kept a death grip on Jareth but slowly she started to relax and enjoy herself. The scenery was beautiful. Kalan had taken them up over the forest and was leading them to the mountains.

She peered over Jareth's shoulder as they approached the rocky mountain side.

"Why are we stopping?" Sarah asked.

"We're here," Jareth answered as he slid off Kalan.

"This is where you wanted to take me? There isn't anything to see." She looked around her at the bare rock where some scattered plants grew.

"Sometimes you have to look deeper to truly see the value of something," Jareth said as he reached up for Sarah. She placed her hands on his shoulders as he lifted her off of Kalan.

She shivered at the touch of his hands spanning across her waist.

Jareth took her hand and walked to a group of large boulders.

"Wait, what about Kalan? Won't he wander off?" Sarah said looking back at the magnificent creature that stood tossing his head.

"He will come when I call. Even if he didn't, I could always transport us back to the castle," Jareth said with a wink.

"Yes, you could have. Couldn't you have done that in the first place and saved us the trip over here?"

"You didn't enjoy it?"

"Well, yes I did. But you transporting us would have saved time especially since you were so busy when I seen you this morning."

"It would have saved time but it wouldn't have been near as romantic, don't you agree?" He looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Sarah hesitated, "It was a lovely ride. Now what were you wanting to show me?"

Jareth chuckled and pointed at the boulders. "Walk through there."

"But there is no opening."

"Look closer."

Sarah walked up to the boulders and held her hands out. When she thought she would touch the hard rock, her hand instead reached forward into air. Her eyes widened. She should have remembered her first trip to the Underground and how the walls at the start of the labyrinth had did the very same thing.

Sarah walked into the space and saw a dark hole that had been concealed at an angle to where nobody would have possibly seen it unless they found the secret entrance behind the boulders. She carefully entered through the dark opening. She took a second for her eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness before taking another step. She felt Jareth come behind her as he laid his hands on her shoulders.

"Do you like it?" he whispered in her ear.

They were in a cave, and it wasn't just any cave. At the very center there was a beautiful waterfall that came flowing down from the ceiling. Rays of light gave the waterfall a peaceful glow as mist rose up to greet it. The rhythm of the water seemed to produce a beautiful melody as it fell into the pool of water below. The walls that outlined the cave glistened with moisture as tiny trails of water trickled down the sides. Green plants and purple ferns grew at the bottom of the cave in an interesting mixture.

"It's beautiful," Sarah whispered, not wanting to disturb the magical moment. She had never imagined anything like this in her entire life.

Jareth took her hand once more and led her onto a tiny bridge that stood partly underneath the waterfall. Sarah walked ahead of him and stood at the edge of the waterfall, holding out her hands and closing her eyes. The water spray quickly soaked her dress and hair but she didn't care. She smiled in delight when she saw the butterflies rise up from the plants below. They were light colored green butterflies that glowed and glitter lingered in their wake.

Jareth smiled as he watched Sarah stand under the waterfall. He knew she would love this place. It was a favorite of his as well; he came there often in the past six years to think about Sarah. And now she was here, with him.

Then she turned and Jareth groaned inwardly. He struggled in vain to keep his eyes glued to her face but the way her dress clung to her body, showing every perfect curve taunted him. He watched as water droplets ran down the valley between her breasts in the low cut gown. His gaze travelled lower, down to her tiny waist above full rounded hips. Sarah's hair begged for him to run his fingers through it as it hung around her waist. His gaze returned to her dazzling smile that seemed to light up the whole cave.

He was shocked when Sarah rushed forward and hugged him. His arms encircled her waist as he ran his hands down her back, stopping at her hips. Her curves pressed against his body as she hugged him. Jareth groaned aloud this time as he started planting soft kisses on her neck and with his hands pressed against the small of her back, he pulled her closer to him.

Sarah looked up at him. He could see the confusion in her eyes, but also the passion that lay underneath. Jareth gave into the temptation and bent down and kissed her velvet lips. The kiss was soft at first but quickly grew in intensity as he wove his fingers through her hair. And as if he were proving his dominance, he overpowered the kiss. She melted in his arms as he kissed her.

When the kiss ended, Sarah pulled back first, her face was flushed and she was out of breath.

She stumbled and gasped as she looked down. They were still standing on the tiny bridge and she would have fallen if it hadn't been for Jareth's strong arms that steadied her and pulled her closer to him.

"Thank you," she said, out of breath.

"I will never let you fall."

This time there was no mistaken the love she saw in his eyes.

Brittany was right.

March 17,

I don't even know where to begin. I need to talk to Brittany as soon as I can. Maybe I can see her tomorrow. Oh! The dinner is supposed to be held tomorrow, I'll ask Jareth if they can come.

Jareth…

I kissed him. It was so perfect and I will never forget that kiss. He took me to the most magical place, I can't even begin to describe it. Maybe I shouldn't have started this journal; I can't seem to find any of the right words tonight.

But it has been a long exciting day. I think I will just turn in for the night.

Sarah put the pen and ink bottle away. She got up and blew out all the candles that were lit around the room. She walked back to her bed and sank down in exhaustion after pulling the covers back. She leaned over and blew out the last candle.

She laid down and reached her arm under the pillow but felt something scratch against her arm. She sat up and reached under the pillow and pulled out something that felt like a slip of paper. She reached back over to light the candle on the table and read the threatening message.

You don't belong here. Go back where you came from or else someone will get hurt. It's all up to you.