The Real Return To the Labyrinth

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Labyrinth or any of the characters from the movie. Destin is of my own creation and in later chapters there will be some other characters that are of my creation.

Hey thank you all for the great reviews and adding me to your alerts. Also thank you for being so patient. Am back from break and I have had some time to write other chapters. Am writing the next one right now and seems that it is going to be a decent length chapter. I try and put as much detail as I can while not going overboard or describing things of little consequence. Another reminder please when you are reading, if you find a grammatical error or mistake or if I forgot a word, Please Tell Me. I am very anal about these things and I try my best to edit, but somethings escape me at first so let me know and I will fix it. I have already gone back and edited some things. So keep reviewing and let me know if there is anything wrong or if you have suggestions. It was brought to my attention that it seems Sarah doesn't do a lot of work nor has she had to work for most of the things she has gotten. To clear things up, she was only provided with things in the beginning because the Underground knew Sarah had a hard life and her friends were trying to help her. But she shall have work to do now. Just because I don't write it doesn't mean you can't assume she does more work.

So Jareth seems to sprinkle glitter as a way of marking his territory. It appears that I am his territory and I don't like that. I can't see him and I can't touch him, but he is allowed to claim me and sprinkle glitter when I am interested in other guys or when they are interested in me. I don't think so. Jareth if I want to date the guy from the bank or the state trooper that is my business. *large amounts of glitter suddenly fall all over the author and all her stuff*. Ohhh Jareth your dead!

Now to the story~~~~

It was two days before Sarah would come out of her bedroom. She had been crying and yelling and she knew she couldn't face her friends until she had controlled both her sadness and her anger. In all her life, Sarah had never met anyone besides Jareth who could make her so emotionally exhausted. He had the power to make her feel everything and Sarah hated that he had that power over her.

When Sarah joined her friends for breakfast, none of them mentioned the ball, and Sarah was very grateful that her friends understood she didn't want to talk about it. Breakfast that day was a silent affair and afterwards they went to town to sell their goods. Sarah decided to stay home, not wanting to take a chance she ran into Jareth in town. She didn't think she could face him just yet. The pain that Sarah had seen on his face was still haunting her. Who was it that he wished away? Why is he still in so much pain?

Sarah went up to her room and stayed there all day. At some points during the day the Underground communicated with Sarah telling her that everything was going to be alright and that in the end everyone would be happy. As much as Sarah wanted to believe the comforting voice she couldn't help but doubt it.

"You didn't see the pain on his face. You didn't see his anger," Sarah sobbed into her pillow.

"Of course I did my child. I am all seeing and all knowing."

"Well then if you are all knowing. Who did Jareth wish away? Was it his own child or someone else's?"

"I cannot tell you my dear. Those are questions that only Jareth can answer for you. Please be patient my child. Everything will work out."

"So you say."

With that Sarah fell asleep, emotional exhaustion once again claiming her. Her friends returned home from the town and found Sarah asleep in her bed and thy left her alone. When Hoggle went to fetch Sarah for dinner and she was still asleep, he hesitated about waking her and in the end he decided to let her sleep.

"Damn you Jareth. And damn me too for telling her."

Sarah had woken up when Hoggle had opened the door to her room, supposedly to fetch her for dinner. Sarah wasn't in the mood for food or company so she pretended to still be asleep. She listened as Hoggle first cursed Jareth and then himself. Oh Hoggle its not your fault. And its not entirely Jareth's fault either. I will have to make sure Hoggle knows that I am not angry at him for telling me about the curse.

Due to the fact that she had slept all day Sarah found herself wide awake in the early hours of the morning. The moon was full as it stood proudly in the midnight blue sky, gazing down upon the Labyrinth with the love and affection a mother would look upon her child. Sarah sat up in bed and held her knees as she gazed out her window. She had changed into her white and gray striped boxers and a black form fitting tank top hoping that being in pajamas would make her want to sleep. But alas sleep did not come to Sarah, so she continued to stare out the window.

Jareth hadn't spoken to anyone since the ball. He was too lost in his own thoughts and memories to give anyone the proper amount of attention. As sunset descended upon the Labyrinth, Jareth sat upon one of the open windows in his bedchamber. The scene would have been breathtaking for anyone who had never seen it. It was more perfect then any painting could depict. The sun slowly lowered till it was beginning to hide on the horizon. All matter of colors from yellows to reds to magentas and oranges swirled together causing the Labyrinth to sparkle and glow. As the darker purples, blues, and blacks took the sky so did the full moon. It bathed the Labyrinth in an almost unearthly light and the Labyrinth seemed to radiate magic. No matter how many times Jareth had seen the sunset it still took his breath away every time. And every time he saw it he thought of her. I am so sorry. I am sorry I failed you. I am sorry I was weak. I am sorry that I didn't rescue you. I have never forgotten you and I never will. Jareth felt tears threaten his eyes, a rare occurrence. He quickly shook his head and gazed upon the sleeping city. I need to get out of here. I need to get some fresh air and to clear my head. With that Jareth popped out of his room and was soon walking around the sleeping Goblin City.

Sarah's eyes were distracted from the mesmerizing sunset and the now glowing moon by something sparkling not to far away behind a small house a few streets over. Sarah watched as whatever was sparkling fell behind the house, out of sight as it floated to the ground. That looked like it could have been glitter. Did Jareth pop in over there? As if to answer her unspoken question Jareth came around the corner. Sarah's breath caught. He was so handsome in his gray tights with his white poets shirt and black leather boots and vest. His platinum blonde hair had an ethereal glow to it in the moon light. His perfect bone structure and perfect features were evident even from where Sarah sat. Sarah could not take her eyes from the walking Goblin King.

As Jareth walked through the residential area of the Goblin City he was deep in thought. His concentration was broken however when he had the strange feeling that he was being watched, he stopped walking. Jareth could sense where the eyes that were watching him were and he looked right up and found himself staring at Sarah, who happened to be staring at him. Sarah.

Sarah gasped when Jareth had stopped and his eyes met hers. Sarah. Sarah blinked a couple of times. She could have sworn she heard Jareth say her name, but he hadn't spoken it out loud. It was almost as if he had whispered it in her head. Sarah looked back at the man still staring up at her and her heart melted. There was so much sadness in his eyes and Sarah could not live with it. Without thinking Sarah jumped up out of bed and quietly rushed out of her room as not to wake her friends, but to reach Jareth as fast as she could.

When Jareth saw Sarah jump up and move away from the window he became even more disheartened. He thought he saw affection in her eyes, but he must have been wrong. As he began to turn away from the house where Sarah was staying he felt a presence behind him and he turned to find Sarah standing in the doorway of he house. Jareth's breath hitched when he saw her. For a moment Jareth forgot about his pain and his sadness and all he felt was an intense desire and love as he gazed at Sarah. She was slightly out of breath, from running down the stairs he presumed, and her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. Her tank top flowing up exposing her smooth white stomach every time she inhaled. The strange small shorts she was wearing showed off her long shapely legs and it took everything for Jareth not to lick his lips at the gorgeous woman before him. Sarah seemed to shift under his intense gaze and Jareth quickly averted his eyes, mentally kicking himself that she still had power over him. When he looked back into her eyes all hints of desire were gone, replaced by a look of indifference.

As Sarah stood heaving in the doorway she felt Jareth taking her in with his eyes. Never had anyone looked at her with so much desire, and was there a hint of love? Sarah felt her knees begin to give out as she felt his gaze on every part of her body. If he keeps staring at me like that I think I am going to kiss him. Sarah shifted as she tried to grab a hold of the door to keep from either falling or running at him. That seemed to snap Jareth right out of his trance and now he was staring at her with his typical indifference, as if nothing had just happened. The moment was gone.

"Sarah, what are you doing here?"

Jareth sounded exhausted and almost exasperated as if he had asked this question to her before. Maybe he has been asking himself this question. But how do I answer? I don't really want to tell him I love him yet or that I missed him. As much as I want to read into that look he was giving me, I think he just doesn't love me anymore. I mean he didn't seem that excited to see me, but maybe it was shock. Sarah didn't want to keep thinking about Jareth's feelings for her so she decided to play dumb to avoid mentioning her feelings for him.

"Well, I am staying here with Hoggle, Sir Didymus, and Ludo. They are my friends and they were kind enough to allow me to live here with them."

Jareth gave Sarah a look. Damn.

"Sarah don't be ignorant. You know that is not what I meant. Why are you here in the Underground instead of living your life in the Aboveground with your precious brother Toby?"

Sarah gasped at the jealousy she heard in his voice as he referred to her half brother. Why would he be jealous of Toby? Maybe because I chose Toby over him. But.. Sarah was stopped in her train of thought by Jareth who had cleared his throat. He was still waiting for a reply to his question. Sarah sighed, she had to tell him. Well, not everything, but some things.

"Look Jareth. I grew to hate my life in the Aboveground. My stepmother kicked me out and my father did nothing to stop her. She forbade me from seeing Toby and I was left on my own. College sucked and then I went through several jobs and then I got an apartment and well needless to say, my life was miserable and I couldn't take it anymore."

Jareth had seen the pain on Sarah's face as she talked about her passed. He wished he could get rid of all her pain and make her forget those that had been so cruel to her. If she had stayed with me she never would have been treated so cruelly. I would have loved her like she deserves to be loved. Jareth mentally kicked himself again. She didn't chose you so give it up already. Jareth's mind was screaming at him as he talked to Sarah.

"Well, you are more then welcome to stay in the Underground if that is what you desire."

Jareth turned to walk away when he felt Sarah's hand on his arm. He turned at her gentle pulling.

"Jareth please. Tell me about the curse. I really want to understand. What is causing you so much pain?"

Jareth grimaced as she mentioned the curse. Well, I might as well tell her. Eventually one of her friends is going to say something and I don't want them getting it wrong. Well, Hogghead might get it right, but why should he be the one to tell her. It should be me, I owe her that much.

"It was my twin sister, Destin. "

"Jareth, you have a twin sister?! I didn't know you were a twin."

"I had a twin sister. She is gone now. I...I.... wished her away, " the last part of his sentenced was whispered.

"Jareth, what happened? How could you do that to your twin sister?"

Sarah's voice had almost an accusing quality to it and Jareth snapped.

"You have no idea why I did what I did. You have no idea how much I have regretted that day all my life and how hard I tried to get her back. You don't know what I had to endure to try and save her. You don't know how I was rejected by my parents and everyone else after I failed to save her. I tried, damnit. I tried. I was a boy what could I do. It was an accident! A horrible accident!"

Sarah gasped and then looked at Jareth and her surprise turned to sadness. This poor poor man. That poor poor boy. But why did he do it? Sarah reached her hand up to brush away a stray tear that managed to work its way out of Jareth's eyes.

"Jareth why did you wish her away?"

Sarah stared into Jareth's mismatched eyes, but something changed within Jareth. He couldn't stand that look of pity on her face. He didn't want to be pitied. This was none of her affair and here he had opened up to her. What had he been thinking? Now she would pity him and he didn't appreciate it at all. Jareth jerked away from Sarah's hand that had come to rest on his cheek.

"Thats none of your business. None of this is your business. Don't look at me with pity. I don't need your pity or anyone else's. Understand?!"

With that Jareth disappeared and Sarah stood in the street for several minutes, confused at the sudden turn of events. What did I say? What happened? Sarah shivered as a gentle breeze swept passed her. It was then that she remembered that she was only wearing her boxers and tank. Mentally kicking herself, Sarah headed back into the house.

Back at the castle, Jareth popped into his throne room and took a seat on his throne. The room was full of goblins, all of which who were drinking. They drunkenly blundered around their king until they realized he was in a fool mood. One brave goblin approached the king with a full tankard of ale and offered it to the king. Jareth glared down at the goblin before taking the tankard and downing it in one gulp. The goblins cheered and Jareth grinned at his subjects approval of himself. Jareth spent the rest of the night drinking and getting drunk with his goblins.