This is where it starts gaining something but also losing a very nice plot bunny that started the whole idea.

Chapter 14 Winning a Losing Game

She sat there by the window, her notebook in her hand. How come she couldn't recall the dream? She had it somewhere. She started to write it little by little.

She was asked to kill the prisoner, but Sarah couldn't she loved him dearly. His song to her ran in her head the entire time. Sarah made it seem as if her other side had won. But with her fancy phrasing she and Jareth did. She imaged a gateway through the walls to see Jareth and she walked down the long stairs. She never thought this would actually work or that the evil mistress would know of her doings.

But she had to see Jareth, she had to set them all free and make everything right again. She had to see him one last time; she doubted herself. This world was always here, but never ever hers.

Jareth stared up at her, his mismatched eyes sparked with light as she tried to smile at him. She focused on the lock and it broke, he smiled a little. "Jareth" she said quietly opening the door as gently as possible before she quickly went to kneel next to him.

"My Sarah" he said his voice hoarse. "My darling…"

"This never should have happened to you" she puts a hand to his cheek whipping the grim, fearfully imagining him fading. "I was a fool" he says, "I don't know what happened, I should have-"

"Hush my king" she kissed him slowly on his lips, there he was real again.

"Sarah" he sighs when they parted. "How will you defeat her?" he whispers.

"I'm working on it, but you're brother and Lyle are in danger too."

"My darling Sarah" he says. "Find a way soon."

"I don't know Jareth…" she pulled him closer, so that her face was on his smelling and rotting clothes. She hugged him and smelt the scent that was unbarring. But it was him, peaches and all.

"I love you Jareth, I'm sorry I should have never had those dreams."

"Now Sarah forget that" he says pulling her away, his eyes looking tired. "The magic overwhelmed you." He brushes a strand of her hair back, feeling its rough texture between his fingers.

She closed her eyes. What could she do now, if not let the labyrinth fall, it was dying along with Jareth, covered by this cruel masked magic. She saw none of her old friends-they must have been taken further way. But what of the goblins; she had to figure something out, but she was so tired now. Jareth was safe for now.

"Sarah, my darling can you release these shackles?" he asked her finally and she broke from her thought.

"of course" she did as she was asked taking off the dreaded eerie burning chains from his ankles and wrist.

"Jareth if you don't mind my asking," she sighed helping him up. She wasn't caught yet; something must have caught the Mistress's attention if Sarah wasn't being watched. "Where are the goblins?" Jareth stood straight as he could. "I don't know my darling." He answered. "They were the first to go."

They started up the stairs, slowly and quietly. Sarah told Jareth of the capture of his brother and Lyle. She also finally in her understanding told him what was going though her head.

"I couldn't take the pain, when I heard she got you, like my latest dream had just gotten that step out of the way. I didn't want to see you harmed." She said trying not to cry. But the tears slowly trickled down.

They made it to the tower and Jareth looked on at the horrid sight. This was nothing like his labyrinth, but what could he do. He felt as if everything was ripped from him. He was still weak, still broken he had no power here. He broke down in tears in front of his love. He let the tears flow as he cried for his beloved land. His father would be ashamed of him, his mother would not look at him if they were here. He prayed that they would not be touched wherever they currently were.

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This is a disgrace, her stupid pitiful creator was still alive, and she got the stupid goblin king out of the pitiful thing of a dungeon. How in the world did that happen? She was the true power of her creator. The Mistress was smashing many of her mirrors as she glared at the couple. She had sent the other two into a different tower to board to do to anything to them, yet. Now she had pleasure in watching the girl in purple shake in fear. But the prince was just annoying he would not answer her question about the Labyrinth. But know if she didn't force her creator to destroy this world, she would die. Being who she was, that was not an option. She had a plan, and that was to rule the Labyrinth, to destroy the very essence of it and make it hers.

She had to do something the two were two close, and the damn girl had a peach-the power should be flowing though her veins not her creators. The peaches magic should have gone straight to Sarah's head! Where had it gone, she needed to survive now!

The mistress looked at the latest thing she had broke, her shadow creatures looked at her with fear. Ha, she had something in her still. But now it was time to speak to the prince of the goblins. Maybe he would tell her something useful. She entered the other tower and climbed the long stairs. Each step was so quick that the crystal stairs barely held together without a crack appearing on the surface.

She walked towards the black iron door and saw him shivering. His arms tired at his side his blonde hair flat against his head. She could not see his eyes-full of hurt and disappointment. But she knew as well she did not want to see the hatred pointed to the determination for her creator behind those orbs. If she could not take down Jareth at first hand, she would take out the next in line so that the Goblin King would fall. But the Mistress did not enter Arrow's dungeon she continued down the path towards the one where Lyle the purple maiden cried.

The maiden was seen and the Mistress laughed. Lyle was in tears, all her fears out on the glass floor. The Mistress thought they should be happy-she gave them the better of the dungeons but both were miserable and she loved that the most.

She had not forgotten her death threat on them as her cruel smile returned to her lips opening the door to the room where Lyle lay.

"Tell me what you know."

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