The goblins certainly enjoyed prisoner duty as they chained up Jocelyn and all her cronies - including the trolls. Battle had been ensuing for a short time after Sarah accidentally took Jocelyn's magic, mainly because Sir Didymus and the goblins kept biting the guards. Autumn gladly followed the goblins taking the prisoners out of the Labyrinth to keep a close eye on Jocelyn. Jareth fixed up the Labyrinth so that they could go through and come back with ease.
"Don't touch it, what if it takes your magic, too?!" Sarah freaked out as Jareth's hand touched hers holding the sword. She'd even jumped back from him
"It's not going to do that," he said calmly, grabbing her arm and pulling her close. The sword dangled in between them until he took it out of her hands and smirked. "See? No harm comes to me." He put it down to lean against the nearby wall and pulled Sarah ever closer to look fondly into her brown eyes, stroking her cheek.
"What, because you're my fiancé and the ring came from you?"
"Yes, but," he said softly, "not fiancé…."
"Oh," she replied softly in surprise. "So that's how the ring works?"
With a nod, he replied, "But we could have a mortal wedding like I've studied in your world. Bring your brother and parents -"
"I'll love it without my family joining in," she said with a smile. "You whisked me away to trap me here… but I'll stay here of my own accord. If I indeed have Jocelyn's magic, we can visit them in animal form to see how they're doing - well, my brother. My dad and stepmother won't even notice my absence."
"They will -" Jareth started to say.
"Trust me," she said. "I just want to stay here with you now. I'm not going anywhere."
His hand slowly and softly moved from her cheek to the back of her neck. "Really?" he whispered almost disbelievingly.
"Yes," she whispered back. "Just promise me something?"
"Anything."
"Don't leave me like that again. Whatever we do, we do together."
A bark sounded behind her and she turned to see Ambrosias, who was spinning around happily, panting heavily.
"Ah, that reminds me," Jareth said, snapping his fingers. Merlin appeared beside Ambrosias.
"Merlin!" she said as the dog jumped up on her and licked her face. Sarah laughed. She had all she needed. Her friends and… her husband.
"Sarah!" Hoggle shouted, running up to her. The dogs ran off to investigate and play. "Do you know what you just did? That ring -"
She giggled, "Yes, Hoggle, Jareth just told me."
He stared at her, dumfounded.
"Yes, it may be hard to believe but… I am in love with him."
He grumbled, "I should've known something was up when you were so freaked out about him being hurt or chained up."
Sarah gasped in realization, "Serboa! Where is he?"
"Oh! Well…" Hoggle said sheepishly as Ludo came up to her with Serboa in hand. Literally in his large hand.
Ludo set him down in her arms and said, "Friend.. dying!"
Serboa indeed felt weaker in her arms, there wasn't much holding him together now. His eyes were half open and he had a slight smile on his face. "You defeated her… just like you… said you would…."
She looked up at Jareth, "Please tell me you have healing powers - anything!"
He shook his head, and she almost burst into hopeless tears until he said, "But you do."
"... Huh?"
"Jocelyn had healing powers… she tried using them on her father after the incident but they didn't work because he was already dead. She hasn't used them since, but I believe I recall her telling me once that to use her healing she used her own strength. It was enough that she almost killed herself trying to bring him back."
"So I just take his injuries as my own?" she asked.
"Not exactly - thank heavens," he added as an afterthought. "Your strength is sapped away and you feel that pain. You'll pass out for a few days with the suddenness of it, but he'll be healed and you'll recuperate quickly."
She nodded eagerly, and almost set about doing it right then and there.
Jareth gently touched her arm, "Not here." Suddenly, they'd transported to a room with a large, majestic bed. Navy blue blankets and pillows on a mahogany, king-sized bed. Looking around, the room seemed a barren wasteland. "I was saving this for after having a wedding ceremony just for you, but I might as well show you now. Much as I'd hate to say it, whenever you're ready you can decorate it as you like."
Sarah took off her shoes to sit in the middle of the bed cross-legged, laying Serboa in front of her. She looked around and smiled, "Don't worry if you think it will be girlish. Thank you."
He sat down next to her. "Back to what we'd been talking about now," he said, causing her to wait with bated breath. "Sarah I promise… whatever issues we must deal with will be done together. I will never leave you behind again."
She hugged him, catching him off guard. "Thank you even more."
"Hey," he said, holding her close and moving her chin to look him in the eyes once more. "From now to always. You have the magic of a fae now that you're mine… you can live as long as me so we'll see many battles together."
"Immortality?... Not bad…." Sarah said with a little smile.
Jareth smiled back, and pulled her in for one last passionate kiss before he said. "Now, hopefully this works."
"It will," she said, turning to look at Serboa. "It has to." Before she started, she thought about the clothes she would prefer to sleep in for however many days it would take for her to recuperate from this. Opening her eyes, she now wore shorts and a tank top - Jareth looked as though he was shocked at how much skin she showed. "What? You haven't come to see me in the summer or something?"
"Too hot for my owl form," he mumbled. But she hadn't quite heard.
She put her hands on Serboa's fragile little body, and looked into her mind wondering, How can I put my strength into him? Slowly, with this question, she felt the strength seeping out of her and into Serboa. Her vision receded just as slowly, enough that she nearly fell over before she lost consciousness completely - she had to force herself to stay up. I need Serboa to heal, he needs all my strength. At this, all of her strength spilled out and everything went black.