Ugh. This chapter gave me lots of trouble. I just couldn't get the words to flow properly. So this is what you get. XP Let me know what you think. If you find it truly awful, I can just go back and rewrite it.

Don't worry though, the story's not over yet. I'm thinking two more chapters... But we'll see. Anyway, here's the next chapter:

Letholdus only hoped he could get to Oberon in time. Oh, and he also hoped he could convince Oberon he was telling the truth. Because if he didn't, Letholdus was out of ideas. This plan was the most viable one he could think of, and it guaranteed no one's harm. It was simple, but not exactly easy. The hardest part was going to be telling Oberon his son was a traitor.

But Oberon was the only one who could cut off Sadon's inheritance, thus cutting off his use of magic. And if he did it right, he could restore the ability back to his son. Though Letholdus personally preferred for Oberon to completely sever blood ties with the prince.

If his guesses were correct, Jareth would eventually run into Sadon. And with Jareth in the condition he was in, and Sadon on the state of mind he was in, Letholdus was certain there would be more than the usual petty insults between the two. Jareth would probably be on the short end of any violence, and that would not end well for anyone. Especially Jareth.

Where was that damned king? Letholdus didn't have much time, and the sooner he found Oberon the better. He had mentioned duties earlier that morning; perhaps he was having audiences in the throne room. It seemed like a good place to start, so Letholdus quickly made his way towards the throne room.

However, he didn't need to go that far. He ran into aforementioned king in the long corridor leading to the throne room. Oberon looked surprised to see him there.

"Letholdus!" he called, "What on earth are you doing here? I had thought you left." Letholdus hurried to his friend's side and took him by the shoulder.

"We haven't much time." he said quickly, "I have a very serious request to make of you."

Meanwhile, back in the Underground...

Sadon had almost finished the incantation when Sarah brought up a knee between his legs. Unfortunately, because of her skirts, it caused the prince little pain; however it did buy her time to shove him away. Gathering up the masses of her dress, she made a break for Jareth. The force of Sadon's magic-induced shove had caused him to hit his head hard enough to create a large gash in his temple.

"That makes two of us." Sarah muttered, making a quick gesture to the bandage on her own head as she pulled him to his feet. Sadon meanwhile had recovered from the "blow" Sarah had administered and was silently planning his next move. Honestly, mortals made things so much more difficult. Why couldn't they just shut up and obey their superiors? He needed something to prey on, something to exploit. Emotions. That was it. Mortals may be difficult, but their emotions were easy to manipulate.

"Sarah," he purred in his smoothest tone. The girl immediately was on her guard; that tone meant no good. "Do you really think you'd be happy here, with him?"

Sarah froze.

"I can give you all you ever wanted." Sadon continued, "I can send you home, with your family, your toys, your costumes. You don't belong here."

"S-stop it." Sarah stuttered, "You don't know what I want."

Slowly edging closer, Sadon replied silkily, "Neither do you. Let me help you; make the decision for you."

A voice, smoother and sweeter than honey entered her head. All you have to do is come with me.

At a loss, Jareth could only stand and watch, keeping a tight grip on Sarah's waist. The girl meanwhile, was starting to hyperventilate. There wasn't enough air in the room, or so she thought. Emotions were swirling around in her head; though she wasn't sure some of them were even hers. It was all too confusing. The room was too hot, it was starting to spin.

"Stop it, stop it!"she cried, "Get out... get out of my head!" She nearly went limp as she struggled to hold onto consciousness. Sadon smirked all the while. It was time to move in for the kill. As Jareth was distracted, trying to revive Sarah, Sadon sprang forward and called out something in the Fae language with a snap of his fingers.

Knowing what spell Sadon had shouted, Jareth had braced himself to be shoved backwards once more, but was surprised to find that nothing happened. Sadon looked equally as surprised, and snapped again, saying the chant slower this time. Nothing happened again, and Jareth smirked.

"Looks like you've been cut off of your inheritance cousin." he stated smugly. With a snap of his own fingers, Sadon was pinned against a wall. Sarah gasped and sank to the floor, the tension in her head fading rapidly. She could see clearly and breathe evenly again, much to her relief, but the pressure had suddenly sapped her strength.

Jareth meanwhile, had stalked up to his cousin. Crossing his arms, he asked, "Honestly, did you really think I was alone in this? You have committed treason, which, by the way is a crime punishable by death. You now have the entire Fae race against you. If my father is merciful, you may only receive a quick and painless death."

"And you will die slowly and painfully!" Sadon retorted, furiously fighting the magic holding him against the wall, "She won't ever love you. You're a monster! Women cringe when they see you! You are a disgrace, an abomination."

Jareth froze at these words. What if he was right? What if Sarah didn't love him? In his self-doubt, he let the spell binding Sadon drop, giving the prince enough time to throw himself against his cousin. They both hit the ground with a thud, and Sadon quickly threw several punches into Jareth's face and torso. Though his magic was gone, Sadon still had more strength than Jareth.

Dazed, Jareth was slow to react to all of Sadon's hits. Distraction in place, the prince quickly drew a knife from his boot and held it at the Goblin King's neck. Immediately, Jareth stopped fighting back as Sadon put more pressure on the blade. Sarah gave out a cry and was unsteadily on her feet in an instant, but Sadon's shout stopped her in her tracks.

"Don't move a muscle." he shouted, giving Jareth a shake with his free hand, "Or he dies." Pondering his statement for a moment he added, "Though, killing him would simplify your choice now wouldn't it?"

"No!"

Everything happened in slow motion after that. Removing the knife from Jareth's neck, Sadon plunged it between Jareth's ribs instead. Sarah screamed and ran towards him as Sadon pulled himself off of the gasping king. Tripping on her dress, Sarah stumbled to the ground, and scrambled to Jareth's side. Sadon meanwhile, fled the scene, leaving Sarah in a sobbing heap next to the rapidly bleeding Goblin King.

"What is it with you and dresses?" Jareth asked, a small flow of blood trickling from his mouth, "You ruin almost every one you wear."

Sarah laughed weakly and wiped the blood from his lips. "I need more practice." she said, tears flowing unchecked down her cheeks, "We'll be okay now, right?"

A fit of wet coughing shook Jareth's think frame, and when he pulling his hand from his mouth, it was covered in blood.

"You can't die! Don't die, oh gods don't die!" Sarah pleaded almost incoherently upon seeing all the blood. Jareth forced a pained smile and shushed her with a finger to her lips. "You'll be fine Sarah." he gasped, blood seeping through the hole in his side, "You can go home now."

"I don't want to home," she sobbed, "I want to stay here. I want to stay with-"

"Shh." Jareth gasped, "I need to tell you something." Wiping away tears, Sarah nodded, and Jareth closed his eyes for a moment.

"I love you." he confessed softly. Sarah burst into fresh tears and laid her head on his chest as he continued, "I-I thought you'd left for good. I'm just happy... I'm just happy I could see you one... one last time."

"Don't talk like that!" Sarah chastised weakly pulling her head up, "I'm here now. You're not going to die. I'm here. We can be together now."

"I love you." Jareth whispered again as his eyes rolled and fluttered shut. With a broken cry, Sarah felt his heart stop.

"No!" she screamed, "You can't die! Not yet." She lifted her head up from his chest and took his face in her hands. "You can't die you idiot! I love you too! I love you!" She frantically planted kisses on his lips, as if they would wake him up like in the fairy stories. But he was dead, his lips were rapidly cooling, his body limp. She had been too late.

Letting go of Jareth gently, Sarah staggered up onto her knees. What was worth living for anymore? She was too late. She had condemned the man she loved to death by leaving him in the first place. Why should she live too? She didn't deserve to live; she didn't want to live without him. Life would be meaningless. Forget black and white, life was only grey. Sarah couldn't bear to live in a grey world... without him. In her grieving state, there was only one option that came to mind.

Gathering her skirts, Sarah stood up and walked to the edge of the platform they were standing on. Backing up, she took a deep breath and then ran forward. With a cry, she jumped off, expecting to fall to her death.

Except she didn't fall.

More like floated. The room came to pieces before her eyes, as she drifted downwards. Chunks of wall and stairs floated apart like puzzle pieces and she came to a stop at the only platform still intact. All around her was darkness, like she was outside again, staring up at the... stars? Sarah recognized her surroundings as the the top of the castle. But it wasn't nighttime...

Great, so she couldn't kill herself now. Fate was so cruel. She just wanted to die. About to try again, this time by jumping off the castle, a voice stopped her.

"Sarah?"

It couldn't be.

It wasn't him. It was impossible. He had died, moments ago in her arms. She had felt his heard stop; his blood was on her white dress. But she still turned around. And the sight she saw astounded her.

It wasn't Jareth. It was the man from her dream! The wild hair, the tall, proud posture, everything was familiar about him. Even though Sarah had never caught sight of the mystery man's face in her dream, she was certain he was him. He stood there, head slightly lowered, almost as though he was avoiding her gaze. He was dressed in all white, from the cream leggings to the cloak of snowy feathers. He looked... other worldly.

"Who are you?" she demanded shakily, tears still falling, "What do you want?"

"Sarah," he said softly, raising his head, "It's me." Green eyes met brown and blue, and Sarah gasped. Was it really? His skin was smooth and fair as a child's , his hair wild and abundant but his eyes were more familiar than any dream-figure's.

"J-Jareth?" she whispered, "Is it you?" The stranger- Jareth- gave one, two nods, and slowly, almost hesitantly approached her.

"It's me." he repeated, coming to stop about two feet from Sarah's trembling figure. She slowly closed the gap between them and reached a hand up to brush the stray hair from his face; his smooth, handsome, regal face.

"What happened?" she managed to ask. Closing a hand over hers Jareth looked straight into her eyes.

"You were dead." Sarah continued, finding her voice, "I felt your heart stop. Oh gods, Jareth. I thought- What happened?"

Jareth shook his head. "I don't know." he replied, circling his free arm around her waist and pulling her up against him, "I-"

He was cut off by Sarah standing on her tip-toes and covering his mouth with hers. He kissed her back with as much ferocity; as much as he would have liked the kiss to be slow and sweet, this just felt... right. Finally, the two came up for air, gasping for breath.

"I love you." Sarah whispered, laying her head against his chest, "So much."

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