A/N: Continuation of Insanity...and still unfinished...

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Despite Jareth's threat to the Labyrinth, the sentient creature continued to help the two along as much as possible. It conspired to keep Sarah for longer periods of time, reordering it when she was sent back Above so as not to frighten the poor girl too badly.

Since her family was well aware of the reasons for her disappearances – at least the Labyrinth's part in them – they did not worry if she was a couple hours late to various events in their daily lives. Making up excuses was getting harder and harder, but Sarah's love of all things fantasy definitely helped. The potentially offended parties always rolled their eyes with a look of understanding that said, "I do pity you, but I would never want a daughter with her head so far in the clouds."

As for Jareth's transportation to and from the Above, his visits were becoming few and far between. The king was hoping that Sarah did not notice the turn of events and for a time, his hopes seemed to be holding out.

Amidst it all, Jareth was having a difficult time trying to figure out exactly how to tell his Champion what his true intentions were. They had managed to form a bit of a friendship through the meddling of the Labyrinth, but he suspected any form of deception on his part, regardless of intent, would only further implicate him as the villain she believed him to be. So he waited for an opportune moment to inform her of the significance of her bedroom in regards to his feelings.

Of course, it would not be a good fairy tale if his hesitation did not cost him dearly – at first…

"Oh Goblin King; I'd like a word with you," The ice in his beloved's voice just about froze him to the spot and it didn't get any better when he actually saw the cold, hard emerald gaze fixed on him.

"What is it, Precious?" He asked, but a dread feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that he might be very much aware of what had elicited her wrath.

"Don't Precious me, you feather-headed, egotistical, chauvinistic moron. I'll give you one hint," It was distracting really, watching her chest heave with the exertion of not yelling at him. Her voice was deadly calm, but he could tell that fifteen year old Sarah would be screeching at octaves much too high for his sensitive Fae ears right about now. "Bedroom."

And there went all of his hopes that he was wrong in his suspicions. Yep, he definitely should not have waited to inform her. Still…

"That's a bit forward don't you think Miss Williams?" He couldn't help it. It was in his very marrow to be seductive and mischievous. Even if it would be the death of him, he could not stop the smirk that formed his lips.

Probably the only thing that saved him from a gruesome death right then was the fact that iron was expressly forbidden when a mortal crossed into the Underground. The magic of the place would not allow it to be carried on a mortal body, so even the nail file that Sarah carried around for emergencies had been dissolved into the ether.

Her glorious emerald eyes were sparking, the ice melting under the flames of her fury. Her offensive stance reminded Jareth of the warrior goddesses of old, ethereal and deadly in their righteous anger. If she had worn the offices of Goblin Queen at that moment, the monarch was positive not one petty Underground courtier would have remained standing. She was truly frightening.

And sexy as hell.

"I would like to know in five words or less, exactly why you have placed me in a suite of rooms specifically designed for the Queen of the Goblins. And rest assured; I will be counting."

Gods, she was amazing. Jareth should have been more intimidated, but after living for several millennia intimidating others, he was merely awestruck by the fact that she could and would frighten lesser creatures when he had finally claimed her as his own. Sarah Williams was truly his equal and he loved her as he would no other woman – no matter how long he lived.

Even now, her challenge stood stark in his mind as he twisted words around in all manner of combinations so he could meet the requirements of what he truly considered her newest game. Five words or less. Hmmmm…

It truly is your fault? Oh gods, she would castrate him for that one.

The Labyrinth made me? Except she would see it for the lie that it was.

Completely an oversight. So sorry? Pah, she wouldn't believe that one either.

To keep you close? Nope. While true, it would not answer her question.

Ah, he had it. There was no way on earth she would ever be able to deny the logic of his answer. Surely, surely he could manage the mischief a careless word had caused. He would later discover exactly who or what had told Sarah the secret, but for now…

"Will you marry me, Sarah?"

Then he kissed her.