A/N: Sorry for the long delay in updating, things will go a lot smoother from now on and I promise I have not forgotten this fic. It will be completed.

I'm Not A Piece Of Teenage Wildlife

It had felt like hours since Jareth had locked Sarah in the room, although more realistically, only minutes had probably passed by.

The room was strange- not the type of room Sarah had ever seen before in the Aboveground and she sat perplexed, as though only now noticing the obscure layout for the first time.

Out of breathe now, for Sarah had leapt from the chair and charged for the door after Jareth had left, she had found it to be locked and had furiously started banging and kicking at it until she was blue in the face. Slowly she had turned, and gone back to the chair which was positioned in the middle of the room, and she had sat down, to take everything in and try get in control of her rapid thoughts once more.

What does he think he's doing? Sarah growled furiously inside.

First he seems as though he wants me back by giving me the crystal to discover the peach, and now he locks me in a room after helping me with my legs?!

Sarah blushed wholly as she recalled Jareth gently and soothingly healing her legs using his powerful magic and warm hands, and at the way he had trailed his hand off her leg and over her knee. So tender...

That was so intentional, Sarah thought. I saw that look in his eye.

Or at least Sarah thought she had seen a look, for it was so incredibly hard to read Jareth and she was never certain what exactly he was thinking. She didn't think she'd ever understand him.

Her heart raced just thinking of the Goblin King and how close he had been to her, how he made her feel when he touched her.

But that means nothing. Sarah thought with a sigh heavy in her heart, he made it clear he only wanted to heal my legs...he had no alterior motives and he won't ever have either. That look I thought I saw, was probably something else. I misinterpreted it, what I want deep down is not what I will get. Life isn't fair at all.

Sarah mentally battled with herself, conflicting emotions merging together into one- one big emotion she had never felt before and couldn't explain either.

She looked up tenuously and drank in the sight of the room, trying to lead her thoughts somewhere else. Dark red drapes hung from the curtain and the floor was tiled. Columns stretched up to the ceiling on all sides and that was it. There was nothing else in the room besides the wooden mahogany chair she sat on. Trying with all her might, but not succeeding, Sarah's thoughts were drawn back to what had just been happening and what was at hand.

"So I'm really back in the Labyrinth, aren't I" She muttered.

What will aunt Gail think? Sarah thought, beginning to feel nervous. From what Sarah could see through a tall window on the left of the room, it was light outside. She had no idea what time it was in the Aboveground and began to worry that her aunt would find her missing sooner or later...if she hadn't already.

"What about poor Toby".A voice said inside her head, and with that, Sarah burst into tears she had been trying to hold back.

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Jareth paced in his throne room, racking his brains. A riding crop was held in his right hand, and he impatiently slapped it against his boot as he paced, and used it to smack any goblins out of his way, should they lie in his path.

Sarah had bought this all upon herself, he fumed, although deep down- and he would never fully admit it- Jareth knew that wasn't true. He was the one who made sure she would never forget him and his Labyrinth, and that had been the start of everything. Everything...

"Everything!" He spat, stopping abruptly and throwing his hands in the air. Everything was wrong...It was all so incredibly complicated and wrong.

Sarah had come to him with so many demands and she had manipulated him, using her brother as the only way to get to him. A realisation dawned on him- one he had been trying to ignore since he had first seen Sarah again. he really meant that much to her- so much that she would sacrifice her baby brother just to see him and be with him.

Jareth swallowed. "She'll never give up." A goblin said, next to him, understanding exactly what had got his King into such a state and made him so tense. In all Jareth's time of being King of the goblins, nothing had ever dug so deep for him before.

"Won't she?"