"I've never understood the concept of a graduation. The hats are baffling."

"Yeah but I get a nice swishy cape so who am I to complain?" Sarah said with a laugh. "You live in a place full of goblins and monsters and you find the idea of me wearing a hat strange?"

"You know I'm very proud of you, don't you darling?" He asked, kissing her softly. She smiled, and nodded.

"I know." She shifted uneasily. "I have no idea what I'm going to do next. I got another rejection letter this morning."

"Who from?" Jareth asked, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her to him. Sshe had spent weeks writing applications for every internship and graduate scheme she could find, and so far she'd had no luck at all. She'd been applying for regular jobs too, but they all said that she didn't have the experience they were looking for.

"That publishing house. I might be out on the street once Nikki moves to Texas. There's no way I can afford this place on my own and everyone I've interviewed seemed weird."

"Live with me." He said easily, and Sarah looked up at him. "What?"

"Where?" She asked suspiciously. The idea of living Underground was one they had discussed in passing, and whilst Sarah wasn't opposed to the idea she wasn't quite sure she was ready. They went there occasionally, usually when they wanted privacy and a little peace and quiet away from the noise of New York, but never for longer than a few hours. Sarah never ventured outside Jareth's bedroom.

"Anywhere you want." He shrugged. "I know I don't have my flat anymore, but there's always a place for you in the Goblin City, but we could get a place of our own up here."

"How would we afford that?" Sarah asked, narrowing her eyes. Jareth didn't work at the bar anymore, and never seemed to spend any money. She wondered if he even had any. "It's not like you work anymore. Does being Goblin King pay well?"

"No, but I think you'll find magic can open rather a lot of doors." He said, curling a strand of her hair around his finger. "If you don't want to, I understand. Don't forget Alice, I'm sure she'll give you a job again if you want one."

"No!" Sarah said sharply, and he raised an eyebrow. "No, I mean I do want to live with you. I really do. We spend every night together anyway, we may as well have our own place. And I'll think about asking Alice. Don't mention it just yet."

"Wonderful."

"Nothing too fancy." She said sternly; if he could use magic, they could well end up with something on Park Avenue. "Someplace like this, but one bedroom. And no hurting anyone to get it."

"Do you honestly think I would? I'll reward them in other ways for their property, just not with conventional rent."

"Alright." Sarah said warily. "Well, I suppose it's the best way to ensure we can afford something that isn't a closet under some crazy old lady's stairs."

"Only the finest closet for my love."

"Ha ha." Sarah drawled, rolling her eyes. "I'll miss this place though. I'll miss Nikki."

"It's good that she's found a job, isn't it?" Jareth asked, unsure what kind of mood Sarah was in. She had been stressed about graduating, and the future seemed to be a touchy subject. She was especially sad about the impending loss of her best friend.

"Yeah, it's good. She's just like my rock, you know?"

"What am I, chopped liver?"

"You know what I mean, babe. She's always been there for me, and now she's going away. I'm just a little sad about it all. Everything's changing."

"I'm still here." He told her fondly, nuzzling her ear. She smiled, running her hands through his long hair affectionately.

"I know. I can't believe we've been together for nearly two years. That's crazy."

"Well, a year and a half."

"Okay Mr Accuracy. A year and a half." Sarah said with a smile. "Not a bad year and a half, I have to say."

"The very best, darling." He purred into her ear, his hands running up her torso suggestively. She laughed breathlessly, bringing his face close to hers and kissing him firmly.

"Thanks for letting me come back, Alice." Sarah said gratefully as she stacked glasses. It had been two years since she first stepped foot in this place, and the bar had hardly changed at all.

Alice and Jareth were close, Sarah knew, but there had never been a great friendship between them. Sarah saw her every now and then, but there was something in Alice's eyes that made Sarah feel as though she resented her.

It had been a summer of internships, fetching coffee for people who barely even knew her name, and Sarah was so broke that it was bordering on depressing. Jareth supported her in ways that he could, but she felt like a burden. She'd put off working at the bar again, but as summer turned into autumn, she decided to suck it up and go back.

All the staff were completely different - Ella and Tina had long since moved on, and Sarah was relieved. All she wanted to do was work, get some money in her pockets and figure out where her life was headed.

There was a job option that she had certainly thought about, but not discussed properly with Jareth - Goblin Queen. He made no secret of the fact that he loved her and was certainly planning for them to spend their futures together and Sarah assumed that it would happen sooner or later.

The shift was blissfully uneventful - though incredibly busy. Sarah had forgotten just how hectic the bar could get, and without Jareth to oggle it was boring as hell. As the bar closed and the other staff left, Sarah went into the back room to change.

"Sarah, your ride home's arrived!" Alice called out as she stacked chairs. Sarah went out into the main bar and smiled as she saw Jareth, in full Underground attire, standing in the middle of the bar.

"Hey!" Sarah said, walking over and kissing him on the cheek. "I wasn't expecting to see you."

"I could hardly let you brave the big bad streets of New York alone in the middle of the night, precious."

"Thanks. Let me just finish up here." Sarah said, going behind the bar and taking glasses out of the sink.

"Feel free to help, cousin." Alice called out, and Jareth laughed.

"My days of bar work are over. You wouldn't believe the mess the goblin's just caused in the throne room, I've been sweeping up feathers for the past three hours."

"What are you, a King or a maid?" Alice called out, laughing.

"Careful, one more barb and you may tip me over the edge. Sarah, can we go home? I just want to get into bed."

"Hold on, your Highness, just let me finish." Sarah laughed, carrying the stack of glasses over to the back of the bar. In the rush to finish, Sarah didn't see the box sticking out of the lower shelf, and hit it with her foot. She stumbled forward, dropping the glasses. "Shit!"

She thrust her hand forward to try and catch them before they shattered, and blinked in shock as the glasses stopped in mid air. They hung there as if suspended by wires, frozen.

"Um, guys?" Sarah asked, as Jareth and Alice turned from their conversation to look at her. "Are either of you doing that?"

"Doing what?" Alice asked with a frown.

"Come look at this." Sarah said with a shaking voice. Both Fae walked over to see what the problem was. They peered over the bar, and Sarah heard Jareth make a strange noise, almost as though someone had knocked the air out of him. Alice looked at Jareth with a raised eyebrow.

"What have you done?" She hissed in her cousin's ear, and Jareth shook his head. Words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the suspended glasses.

"Jareth?" Sarah pressed, not wanting to move. She was crouched as though about to fall, scared that if she moved the glasses would fall. She moved her hands back to make sure she wasn't touching the glasses, staring down at her palms.

"I didn't do this on purpose." Jareth said, his voice quieter than Sarah had ever heard. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

"What?" Sarah asked nervously, trying to stay calm. "Didn't one of you do this?"

"No. Come, Sarah. We need to leave." Jareth commanded her, and Sarah bristled a little. She hated being told what to do, and he knew it.

"But-" Sarah began to protest, still not looking up. She expected the glasses to fall at any moment, but there they were, still in mid air. This was impossible.

"No, Sarah." Jareth's voice was hard, and Sarah jolted a little at his tone. "We need to leave now, don't defy me."

She straightened herself up, and reached out to take each glass and put it on the counter. When that was done, she walked around from the bar and straight out the door.

She marched furiously down the street, ignoring the sound of Jareth shouting her name. She squeezed her eyes shut, walking blind, feeling fury build in her. She hated being scolded like a child.

She marched down the street, practically running, turning down an alley to avoid Jareth. She was suddenly stopped as someone yanked on her bag strap. She turned, expecting to see Jareth, instead confronted with a stranger wearing a hooded sweater. He pulled at the strap again, and Sarah twisted her body away. The guy reached a hand out and smacked her round the face, knocking her backwards.

"Just give it up lady!" The stranger told her, and Sarah felt that anger at being told what to do hit her again. She was not about to mugged by some stupid ass on the street.

"No!" Sarah yelled, pushing him away with a strong hand. She thought she had barely touched him, and gasped as the would-be attacker flew backwards, landing at Jareth's feet. Sarah wondered how long he had been standing there.

"I'm going to be merciful and let you live." Jareth told the trembling specimen at his feet, watching as the man scrambled to his feet. "The goblins however - now they might not be so kind."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" The mugger asked, trying to back away from Jareth, who kept edging forwards, that same grin on his face. His pointed teeth shone in the darkness, like a lion hunting its prey.

"I'll even give you a three second head start. You might want to start running." Jareth said thoughtfully, though Sarah could see in the street light that his face was set in fury. "One."

"What the-"

"Two."

The mugger looked between Sarah and Jareth, and Sarah imagined that underneath the hood the guy looked terrified. He began to run, just as Jareth called out "three!" and a hoard of excited goblins crawled out from a nearby drain and began chasing after him.

Jareth walked over to Sarah and kissed her firmly, holding on to the sides of her face so hard that it almost hurt. He pulled her into a tight hug, kissing the top of her head. She said nothing, but wrapped her arms around him.

"Sarah, why did you run off like that? You could have been seriously hurt, are you that stupid?!" He tilted her face up to his, and winced when he saw a bruise blooming on her cheek. "He hit you?! I should have killed him."

"I'm sorry, I was just angry, I wasn't thinking. I was stupid, I know I was. You didn't need to throw him around with magic like that, I could have defended myself!"

"I didn't do that. Sarah, we need to get you home and you need to stop bloody arguing with me!"

"Alright."

She closed her eyes, and Jareth took them both back to their apartment. It was a modest place, but considerably nicer than the flat she had shared with Nikki. He let go of her, and began pacing around the room, running a hand through his hair. He always did that when he was stressed, and Sarah watched him, chewing on her lip with worry.

"Look, I'm sorry alright? I was just pissed off, it was stupid."

"I'm not angry about that. Well, I am, but that's neither here nor there for now. Sarah, did you not just see what happened? The glasses, the attacker flying backwards. I didn't do those things, neither did Alice. You did."

"Me?!" Sarah asked, looking down at her hands. "How could I have done that?!"

"I've made a mistake. Something's gone wrong. You're becoming Fae, and I have done nothing to make it so. You're doing it all on your own, and that shouldn't be possible."

"How?" Sarah asked, sitting down. She didn't understand why he was so upset - it would have happened eventually, and they had been together for two years. As long as she could still see Toby, she was happy.

"I don't know."

"Is it dangerous?" Sarah asked suspiciously, and Jareth shook his head.

"Not dangerous. The biggest danger is the fact you have no control at all over what you're doing. I just don't understand it." He knelt in front of her, placing a hand on her cheek. She felt a warm glow of magic as he heeled her bruise, and he stroked the spot with his thumb gently. "You will keep surprising me, won't you darling?"

"So what does this mean? Do I have to go Underground now? I'm not going to get iron poisoning am I?"

"I'd like to take you Underground, just for a while. I need to do some reading, try to understand what is happening. I think the iron will be fine for now, changelings are less sensitive to it anyway." Jareth looked at her, a smile playing on his lips. "I just can't believe it's happening. Are you happy?"

"Yeah." Sarah smiled, ruffling the top of his hair fondly. "Yeah, I'm happy."

"So how long will we go for?" Sarah asked. It was a week after the mugging incident, and Jareth had asked her to come Underground with him. She wondered if he remembered that it was their anniversary - he hadn't mentioned it all day.

"Maybe a week?" Jareth shrugged, watching as Sarah packed a suitcase. "You really don't need to pack, love."

"I want to. It'll make this feel vaguely normal. Like I'm going on vacation instead of to my boyfriend's magical kingdom to learn about how to be a good fairy."

"Fae." Jareth said firmly. "Do not call me a fairy. I can't stand those little bitches, they always bite me. And not in the fun way."

"They did the same to me too." Sarah laughed. "Okay, I think I'm all packed. I'm kind of scared."

"There's really no need. You'll just be in my kingdom as my guest, you'll only see me. To be frank, you look so delicious I'm not sure if I want to let you out of my bedroom at all."

"I've promised Hoggle and the others I'll go visit them, so you'd better let me out sometime." Sarah said, rolling her eyes and zipping up the case. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Let's go then." Jareth waved a hand over the mirror, and stepped through it. Sarah was hesitant; she had never passed through the mirror before, and it went against all of her instincts to just walk straight into a piece of glass. Jareth's hand appeared through the glass, and she took it, allowing him to lead her through.

Jareth took her suitcase and tossed it aside, scooping her up and throwing her on the bed. She screamed with laughter as he crawled towards her with a predatory grin on his face. She loved that even after two years together, that passion for each other still burned brightly. The honeymoon period might have ended, but that lust for each other hadn't dimmed at all.

"I'm never going to let you leave, you know." He growled into her ear, as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down. He kissed her firmly, but pulled back just as she began tugging at his breeches. "Not yet, Sarah. I need to give you your anniversary present."

"I thought you'd forgotten." Sarah admitted, sitting up as he climbed off the bed and stood next to her.

"I have a rather good memory, love. Of course I didn't forget. Why do you think I asked you to come here today?"

"I thought it was a coincidence. What's my present?" Sarah asked, bouncing up and down like a child. Jareth laughed.

"Come with me. Take my hand and close your eyes."

"Why?" Sarah asked suspiciously, and Jareth rolled his eyes.

"It's a surprise, Sarah. Just play along will you? I promise you'll like it."

"Okay." Sarah said, shutting her eyes and holding out her hand.

"If you could stand up first, that would be wonderful." Jareth told her sarcastically, pulling her off the bed and to her feet. She felt a gush of air fly through her hair, and she could tell by a cool breeze that they were outside. "Keep your eyes closed."

"Where are we?" Sarah asked. She could smell something sweet, like roses but more intoxicating. The air was warm aside from the pleasant breeze washing over her skin, and she wanted to open her eyes to see exactly where they were. She hoped that he hadn't taken them into the Labyrinth - she was sure it was harmless now, but after the last time she wasn't exactly dying to go back.

"Open your eyes." Jareth whispered in her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin and making her shiver.

Sarah did as she was told. She was surprised to see that it was night here, the black sky filled with a million bright stars. Although it was nighttime, she could clearly see that they were in a beautiful garden, filled with flowers that she had never seen before.

"You said that you liked flowers." Jareth said from behind her, and Sarah turned to thank him. She stopped before any words could leave her lips, and clasped her hand over her mouth.

Jareth was down on one knee, a box containing a shimmering ring with a stone that seemed to change colour every time she looked at it.

"Sarah Williams, you are my soulmate and my chosen queen. Without you in my life, I would have nothing but emptiness. Will you marry me?" His voice was strong, but Sarah could see that his hand was trembling. She knelt before him, and took the box from his hand, placing it on the floor beside them. Wordlessly, she took his face in her hands and kissed him so passionately that he took a moment to respond. He tangled his hands in her hair, kissing her as though the world was about to end.

They broke apart, breath coming in pants, and he looked at her questioningly.

"Is that a yes?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, and she nodded vigorously.

"Yes!"

A/N: Sorry for the little wait, I've been so sick but I'm finally on the mend! The next chapter will definitely be the last, it took me a while to write this one because I just wasn't sure where I was going with it, but I'm happy with it now. There might be another little wait while I figure out what the last chapter's going to be.

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