Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Labyrinth. None of it. It's not mine. Though, Alexandria and Tristian are mine

Xandie soaked in her bath for at least an hour, the bath salts she found soothing her and helping her relax for her boring and uneventful day ahead. She hated being locked in here…No, no negative thoughts right now. Save those for later. Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, she sighed and smiled, replaying the events of the morning in her mind.

Waking up in Jareth's arms made her feel safe. She was surprised that he had stayed though the night, and she was glad he did. It had felt so…right. She hadn't slept so peacefully in months. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she blushed, dunking herself under water. She couldn't think of him this way. He was her friend. He probably still sees me as a child…she thought to herself. I can change his mind. She stiffened then, surprised at her own thoughts. When had she decided that she –wanted- to change his mind?

Getting out of the bath, she dried herself off and carried her jeans and t-shirt back to her wardrobe. Instead, she pulled out a simple, long sleeved, navy blue floor length dress. She stared at it for a few moments, almost like she expected it to attack her or something. She hated dresses. Sighing, she shook her head and draped it over her arm. "Oh the things we do…"

As her hazel eyes drifted over all the slippers, she laughed and reached deep into the back of the wardrobe, pulling out a pair of high-top black Chuck Taylors that Jareth made for her. He didn't understand her fascination for them, but he gave them to her anyway. Holding them in her hand, she looked between the dress and the shoes. "And that's what compromise is for."

Jareth flinched as he glared at his brother, crossing his arms over his chest. He was clearly not amused by his younger brother's arrival. He hadn't seen Tristian in decades, and he rather enjoyed it that way. "I say again. Why are you here, Tristian?"

Tristian's smile wavered, before he shrugged and fell back onto the throne. Like he belonged there. "I just finished a little run-around Aboveground, and I thought I would stop by and see how my dear older brother was doing. Is that so wrong of me?"

Rolling his eyes, he motioned towards all of the goblins that were hiding about the throne room. "Leave us. Now!"

The goblins fell over each other, scurrying out of the throne room. He saw a small group of them running in the direction of Xandie's room, and his heart pounded harder in his chest. Those goblins would tell her why they were frightened, and who knows what else. He had to stop them. "You! Where do you think you're going?" He yelled angrily. Before they could answer, he pointed to the opposite door, where the others had run. "That way!"

They squeaked and fell over each other again, finally tumbling out of the throne room. Tristian rolled his eyes and shuddered, making a face at his brother. "Honestly Jareth, I don't see how you live with those disgusting creatures. If I were King-"

"Well you are NOT King, nor will you ever be!" Jareth snapped angrily as he spun to face his brother. "Now, unless you have something important to discuss with me, then I suggest you leave my kingdom at once!"

Tristian laughed and sighed, lacing his fingers behind his head. "Jareth, you need to calm yourself. You act as though you're hiding something." A gleam sparked in his eyes, and he snickered quietly. "-Are- you hiding something, brother dear?"

Jareth growled and advanced on his brother, his eyes darkening. "If you know what is best for you, brother dear," he sneered, "you will leave."

Tristian raised a brow and shrugged, clearly not afraid of is older sibling. "Fine. I'll go find a room to rest in before I travel home. Is that fair enough for you?"

Jareth grit his teeth and just nodded. "Fine. But I expect you to still abide by my rules. You know where you are and aren't allowed, I don't need you causing any trouble. Mark my words, I will throw you out by your ears if I catch you doing something you shouldn't be." Before Tristian could reply, Jareth spun on his heel and stormed out, slamming the throne room doors behind him.

The display his brother had put on made Tristian laugh madly, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Well well well…something must have happened to cause my brother to be so wound. Whatever could it be? I must find out!" He laughed again, sprawling out in the throne before jumping up and going off to snoop through the castle.

Xandie sighed contently as she leaned against the railing of her balcony. The sun was about to set, casting beautiful hues of orange and yellow over the land. A gently breeze blew over her, causing strands of her hair to fall in her face. It annoyed her somewhat, because she had taken the time to actually try and do something nice with her hair. She couldn't help the loose strands that refused to cooperate. Making a face, she tugged at the sides of her dress and sighed. No man was worth this much aggravation. She missed her jeans and t-shirt dearly, but she had made the commitment to wear the blasted dress, and she was too stubborn to go back on her choice now.

Hearing her door open, her eyes brightened and she spun around, her dress swishing around her legs. Lifting the hem off the ground, she dashed back into her room. "Jareth, look- -" She halted in her tracks and her eyes widened at the man in her room. He is NOT Jareth.

The stranger spun around and blinked in surprise, staring at her. "Who the devil are you?" he asked, his ice blue eyes flashing angrily. His voice made Xandie shudder and she bit her lip, taking a step back. Warning bells were shrieking in her head, but she pushed her fear to the side and glared back at him. "This is –my- room, so I should be asking who –you- are!"

He seemed taken back by her response, openly looking her up and down. It made Xandie shudder in disgust and want to wash herself. "You're human." He finally replied, looking at her face. He stared at her some more, a confused expression on his face before his eyes widened and he paled. "You're – "

Her doors flew open and Xandie jumped back in surprise when Jareth entered. Staring between Xandie and the intruder, his eyes darkened as he grabbed the man and pulled him close. She had expected Jareth to yell at the man, but could barely make out the whisper of his voice. "If you know what is good for you, you will out of this room and never enter it again."

Before a reply of any kind could be given, Jareth shoved the man out the door and slammed it shut, locking it. The last thing she remembered seeing was the man's ice blue eyes gleaming at her, followed by Jareth's mismatched gaze before collapsing and her own vision going black.

Jareth was at her side and had her in his arms before she fell to the ground and hurt herself. "Alexandria? Alexandria wake up!"

When she didn't stir, Jareth picked her up and carried her over to her bed, setting her down gently. He was furious with Tristian, then more at himself for his own laziness. Tristian was never one to follow the rules, but Jareth had been so caught up in wanting to be with Alexandria that he had just assumed that this once, his brother might actually listen to him. Now what was he going to do? If he knew his brother, it wouldn't be long before he was trying to figure out who his mysterious guest was.

He would deal with that later. Right now, his concern was focused entirely on Alexandria. After looking over her once, he came to the conclusion she had simply fainted. His little Alexandria. A smile formed on his lips and he chuckled softly. He knew she would never forgive herself for doing such a silly thing, and he made a note to tease her about it later.

While she was unconscious, Jareth took the opportunity to look her over. He blinked in surprise when he realized she was actually wearing a dress. He caught a glimpse of her shoes and had to laugh again, shaking his head. Why are you so stubborn, hm?

She had her hair in loose curls, a few of the longer pieces pulled back in a leather thong, while shorter loose curls fell around her face. Her lips were a soft pink, and Jareth found himself wanting to kiss her desperately. "Wake the sleeping beauty with love's first kiss…" he muttered, laughing coldly at himself. Still, he reached out and brushed his gloved fingers over her cheek. It was in that moment, looking down at her unconscious form, that Jareth came to a life-altering conclusion.

He loved Alexandria.

Jaxxone: Just a little side note, I've been having writers block, so I'm not too thrilled about this chapter. It's not my best work, but I had to get it done, you know? But, I've gotten a lot of good news for this week, so I'm hoping that it will help me get things rolling along! I had a lot of ideas today and scribbled them down, so we'll see what happens! Please Review, I'd love CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Thank you for still reading, I know it's taking awhile for anything exciting to happen, but I promise, it's coming!