Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or any of the characters associated with the Labyrinth. I do not own the Beauty and the Beast either.

AN: Chapters are going to be longer the next one onwards. I love long reviews with lots of questions—TY for taking the time guys.

Chapter 26: Vengeance and Redemption

I don't know who moved first, but within seconds his mouth was upon mine—his kiss surprisingly gentle, in direct contrast to his fingers that were still coiled painfully in my hair. His lips were cool to touch but the fire he ignited in me was scorching hot. My heartrate sped up while my blood ran hot with pure, unadulterated lust. Days of teasing had left me desperate with a thirst that only he could quench. His fingers tightened even more in my hair and I whimpered, causing him to pull back and loosen his grip.

Jareth seemed startled. "I apologize. I…didn't mean to hurt you." He tried reaching for me again, but seemed to decide against it and clenched his fist, as if he was frustrated and he didn't know what to do.

Holding his gaze, I smiled at his unease. "Luckily for you, I'm feeling charitable enough to forgive you," I teased, closing the distance between us and kissing him with a ferocity that I didn't know I could muster. I drank him in, one hand on the back of his neck, one hand loosening the hooks of his jacket.

After a few seconds of shock, Jareth responded in kind, his tongue warring with mine as we fought for dominance. His lips tailed down my throat, his naked fingers tracing the plunging neckline of my bathrobe, as if hesitant whether he should go further. One hand grasped my hip, pulling me against him—he was already aroused and hard, and my hips bucked against his by reflex.

I stood on my toes, head thrown back as he continued his voracious assault on my neck, his fevered lips trailed lower and lower until he reached the tops of my breasts. "Sarah," he murmured against my skin, his voice holding a frantic edge. Looking up at me, he demanded quietly, "Tell me to stop."

I studied him. His dual eyes burned with conflicted passion, his chest rose and fell as his breathing deepened—he looked wild. Instead of answering him, I slowly pried him out of his jacket, and opened the buttons of his shirt, one button at a time, my gaze never wavering from his.

Jareth groaned as my fingers caressed the bare skin of his chest. "Sarah," his hand reached for one of mine.

I only smiled as I pulled open his shirt, running my fingertips down the flat plane of his stomach, until I reached his belt. "Do you want me to stop, Jareth?" I ran my fingers down his erection, which strained against the fabric of his form fitting pant. He hissed in pleasure, his eyes darkening as he bucked into my touch.

His breathing growing more and more labored, Jareth seemed to be fighting some kind of internal battle. His mismatched eyes drowned in desire, yet they held a look of caution—possibly because he truly believed he'd hurt me, or possibly because he was afraid of what he felt for me. Who knew? Either way, I wasn't letting him get away so easily this time around. Unhooking his pants slowly, ran my fingertips along his length, keeping my touch as light as I could.

"Should I stop?" I asked again, my fingers grasping him with my hand—my fist working up and down his cock. I made sure to avoid touching the sensitive tip where the evidence of his arousal had already gathered. His hoarse gasps and low hisses sought to fuel my own desire, and I could feel liquid heat gathering between my legs.

Whatever trepidation Jareth had, seemed to disappear at that point. He roughly placed my legs around his waist and pulled me up against him, letting out a low growl as I wrapped my legs around him tightly. He pressed himself against me—my core throbbed painfully at the tease of his hardened flesh, twitching against me.

I moaned, trying to pull him closer with my legs, trying to get some friction—to no avail. "Jareth," I murmured, my voice low and husky, "Don't torture me like this."

Jareth's lips were on mine once again, though this time he was far from gentle. He kissed me like he wanted to swallow me whole—his teeth gnashed against mine and his tongue trust itself deep in my mouth, seeking my own. Holding me with his arms, he carried me over to the massive desk that sat to the side and placed me at the very edge. He should have looked ridiculous with his pants around his knees, but he didn't. He looked like he was drowning in lust—almost to the verge of losing his sanity. He only looked at me for a fraction of a second before parting my legs and thrusting into me in one quick motion.

I cried out, the lack of foreplay making it so that my body wasn't quite yet ready to accommodate his length—but the sheer pleasure I felt when he thrust slowly into me, caused the plain to ebb away and turn into something else entirely. Not desire, not pain—something else. His face was buried in my neck, where his lips worked fervently to tease and caress all of my sensitive spots.

Keeping my legs wrapped tightly around Jareth, I grasped the edge of the desk with my hands, my knuckles white from the pressure. He taunted me with slow but full thrusts—he'd pull himself out almost completely before slamming into me. Again. And again. And again, until lust built up to an insuperable cliff. I hovered close to a shattering climax, but didn't reach it—his thrusts were too slow, too controlled.

"Look at me, Sarah." One of his hands grasped the back of my neck so he held my head at an angle.

I looked at him as he asked, taken aback as I saw his eyes blaze with uncontrolled passion. Holding my hips with more force, he slammed into me at a different angle—touching the familiar spot that made me weep with pleasure. His rhythm, however, never quickened, threatening to drive me insane.

"Jareth," I begged, my breath coming out in shallow pants, "Harder." I was sopping wet enough that I'm sure we made a mess on his desk—my muscles twitched and tightened with the onslaught of his thrusts. Yet it wasn't enough to push me over the edge.

He placed kisses on my cheeks, my sweat soaked brow, and the outer shell of my ear and whispered, "Can you feel it, precious thing, how I yearn for you?" He pulled himself out of me completely, and rubbed his cock against my slick, arousal soaked flesh.

I gritted my teeth—wanting him to just shut up and fuck me already. In spite of my frenzied state, I knew there was something of significance in what he was saying and I didn't know whether to be pleased or afraid. Not trusting myself to say anything apart from telling him to fuck me harder, I reached forward and bit the sensitive spot at the base of his neck, just like how he'd bit me in Agea. My hands grasped his hips and I drew him against me, hard.

Letting out a sharp groan as my teeth sank into his flesh, Jareth entered me in one forceful thrust—this time his rhythm fast and unyielding. He touched the same spot inside me repeatedly, setting off my pleasurable nerves while stretching me further and further until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Look at me," he commanded hoarsely as one of his fingers reached between us to rub my clit in a circular motion.

I did—he looked fierce and formidable, almost like a predator right before the kill. Increasing the speed of his thrusts, Jareth spurred me with his insistent fingers on my clit, right until I felt my muscles tense.

"Jareth," I warned him of my approaching orgasm—he quickened his pace even more.

Burying his face into my neck, he held me in an unrelenting embrace, as if he was trying to lose himself within me. "Let go, Sarah." His lips caressed the base of my throat, his teeth nipped the sensitive flesh lightly.

Let go, Sarah…

And so I did.

My orgasm washed through me in frenzied crests of pleasure, making my muscles tense and release with a force I had never felt before. He kept thrusting into me, his movements now frantic as my muscles contracted around him. I leaned into him and ran my tongue along the beating pulse on his neck—this sent him over the edge.

Jareth roared out his release—I felt him shudder violently before erupting within me in hot, hard streams. He kept his head buried in my neck as we waited for our breathing to calm down.

We must have looked like quite a sight. I sat on the King's desk, completely naked with my legs apart—a dribble of his essence ran down my leg before dripping onto the floor. My still damp hair was all over the place and my body shone with sweat. Jareth stood between my legs, his pants around his knees, his upper body bare—chest heaving. His eyes still blazed with an intensity I'd never seen in him before.

My heart thrummed with a strange sensation, something close to despondency—as if I was mourning something that I couldn't quite name. Before I could comprehend what I was feeling, a small tear escaped my eye and ran down my cheek.

Jareth followed the tear with his eyes before reaching it with a thumb. "Did I hurt you, precious thing?"

Raising my brows, I stared back at him—his face had never been this tender before and it frightened me to a certain degree. I didn't even know how to answer him. Yes, he probably had hurt me. I just didn't know how.

Sighing deeply when I refused to answer him, Jareth pulled back and placed his arm around my waist. I recognized that he was preparing to sift us, and before I could ask him where, icy wind blasted around us.

The enormous indigo colored canopy alerted me that he'd sifted us to the bed in the guestroom of his chambers. I scrambled up, immediately opening my mouth to ask that he send me back to my room.

Chuckling darkly, Jareth held a finger to my lips. "You will not leave my chambers until I can establish your safety—especially from the High Priestess."

I closed my mouth. Right. Crossing my arms over my naked breasts, I felt my temper rise—he hadn't stopped me from leaving before, why was he doing it now? "Jareth, I need my things, she probably won't use compulsion twice in the same night. If you could just-""

"I will not allow you to leave this room, Sarah dearest," he interrupted with a slow smile, his voice amused. "Debating the issue will prove useless. As for your things, I have asked your maids to attend to you here tomorrow morning."

Fucking great. "I am perfectly fine with taking care of myself. I just need my things," I hissed.

Jareth raised a laconic brow in my direction and eyed me with keen interest for a few moments, no doubt trying to figure out how much grief I'd give him over this. "Very well," he said with a flick of his wrists. "Your things are here."

"Awesome," I said sarcastically, sitting up so I could get out of the giant monstrosity of a bed. "I'm going to go take a bath." Hopefully, he'd be gone by the time I returned.

Just as I was about to jump off the bed, Jareth's hands encircled each of my wrists, holding me back. "You will sleep now, Sarah." His tone clearly didn't leave any room for arguments. "I will use magic if you do not cooperate."

Gritting my teeth, I relented—this was a battle I wouldn't win, especially if he used magic. "Fine," I said, getting into the covers and turning my back to him. "Just so you know, I fucking hate that canopy."

I could hear his laughter reverberate against the walls—and just like that, the canopy vanished. I felt him slide next to me, his pants and boots seemed to have disappeared.

"What are you-""

"Shh," Jareth breathed against the back of my neck, his hand curling around my waist. "Sleep, Sarah."

Surprisingly, I did just that.

When I woke up in the morning, I was alone—the only sign of Jareth having been there was that the spot next to me was slightly mussed. He must have headed to the fire grove once I'd fallen asleep. Thankfully, he must have taken back his orders for Cryen and Xia as they didn't come in, and I was left to my own devices.

Just as he'd stated last night, my things were in the guest bathroom, along with a fresh change of clothes. I quickly bathed and changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a thick, cable knit sweater that seemed to be new. Maybe Renya was finally relenting and creating clothes I wanted—I couldn't help but grin at the thought. Still, I found it interesting that Jareth chose clothes that I would have chosen for myself instead of some of the more intricate dresses and cloaks that lay unused in my closet.

Covertly looking out for His Highness's presence, I quickly made my way out of the guest room and into the corridor that lead out of Jareth's apartments. He didn't seem to be in the sitting area, so I could probably make my escape without having to have the awkward 'morning after' conversation. Just as I was about to push open the massive set of wooden doors that opened out into the hallway, an irritatingly familiar, rich chuckle stopped me in my tracks.

Fuck…my heart beat faster by reflex. The fates always seemed to have it in for me when it came to Jareth. As I turned around slowly, I wasn't surprised to see him sitting next to the fireplace with a breakfast laid out for two, his eyes alight with amusement. He wore tan colored form fitting pants with a crisp white shirt and mahogany colored boots. The asshole hadn't even been there just a second earlier! It was so fucking unfair that he could simply appear out of thin air whenever he pleased.

"Sa-rah," the Goblin King mock chided, shaking his head as if he were scolding an unruly child. "You weren't going to leave without saying a word, were you?"

"Um…no," I replied, refusing to be embarrassed—I walked towards him as confidently as I could.

"Really?" he asked with a head tilt, his lilting tone clearly indicating that he didn't believe me. "Because it looks as if you were going to open the wooden doors and dash out of here as soon as you could."

"You are wrong," I said evenly, grabbing my fruit bowl with a vengeance. "I was looking for you."

Rich, deep laughter. "How I envy the ease with which you can lie, Sarah dearest," Jareth rumbled. "And how cruel of you to contemplate leaving abruptly after…using…my body so thoroughly as you did last night."

What. The. Fuck! I gaped at him, my mouth wide open. "Are you fucking serious?"

Jareth raised an amused brow. "Extremely. In more ways than one." I could have kicked myself—he seemed to love making fun of me, and I always seemed to give him all the ammo in the world to do just that.

"Whatever…" I muttered, taking a large bite of my fruit salad.

He looked at me, still delighted. Evidently, he wasn't going to leave me alone anytime soon. "I happen to find I quite like sharing breakfast with you in my chambers, Sarah dearest. We should do this more often."

Raising my brows, I wondered what to make of that. "Sure." When confused, stick with short answers. I went back to finishing my fruit bowl as quickly as I could.

Jareth's eyes gleamed at my confusion. "Unless, of course, you don't particularly enjoy it," he drawled, biting an apple suggestively.

I rolled my eyes in response. "Grow up, Jareth," I snapped, finding the statement ironic considering he was literally more than ten times my age. Having finished breakfast at an unprecedentedly quick pace, I placed my empty bowl on the side table and stood up. "I need to head to the infirmary so…if there's nothing else..."

"By all means," Jareth replied with a grin. Thankfully, he didn't ask me why I was heading to the infirmary—that would have been the mother of all awkward conversations. "There's a change in your training schedule today."

And just as I was about to ask what the fuck the so called change was, and why couldn't he just tell me instead of making me ask him a million questions, Jareth stood up swiftly, his sharpened gaze focused on the view outside as if he saw something I couldn't.

"Jareth?"

Turning around after a few seconds, Jareth drew his lips into a tight line. "Go visit the infirmary, Sarah. I shall come collect you later in the day. In regards to your training, you will train with Amer and not Daemora."

Two things stuck out—he'd said 'collect me' and then he'd said I'd be training with Amer. "Collect me for what?" I asked, really getting annoyed with his cryptic words.

Jareth smiled, the smile not quite reaching his expressionless eyes. "I sense there will be a Calling today."

Eires stared at me, her face perfectly neutral as she considered my request. "You're asking for a spell or concoction to ensure you do not conceive?"

I sighed. She didn't seem to understand the concept of a morning after pill, and I didn't know how to put it in words. "No. Something to take after the fact so even if I have conceived, it'll erase the fertilized egg." I groaned—I don't think they studied biology the same way we did. How the fuck was I supposed to explain human reproduction!?

Fortunately, I didn't have to. Comprehension dawned in her iridescent eyes. "That would depend, Lady Sarah—were you with General Arges yesterday?"

Well, that was direct. I raised my brows, she sure didn't mince her words. "No."

Looking visibly relieved, the healer shrugged her slim shoulders. "Then you wouldn't require any such concoction. Neither Silver Bearers nor Ifrits can conceive with humans, the rules of magic don't allow it."

I coughed. "Yes, well, um…" I stammered, unsure of how to proceed. "What about half Silver Bearers?" Of which there was only one in the entire realm. Smooth, Williams, really fucking smooth.

"You will not be able to conceive with the King, Lady Sarah," she said with a gentle smile. "His magic is too strong."

Oh. "You're sure, right? I've pretty much always doubled on birth control because my health teacher was a psycho who kept telling us that it just takes a small amount of" my babbling stopped as I turned beet red—I sounded ridiculous to my own ears. "This is the first time in my life I haven't been responsible with birth control and I don't want to have to pay for it."

She placed her hand on mine and gave it a squeeze. "I am sure."

I let out a massive breath of air that I didn't even realize I had been holding. Jareth's magic sperm to the rescue.

My practice session with General Amer was going much better than the last. I had managed to shield myself from more than a few strong blazes he'd sent my way. I'd even managed to reflect some of the flares back at him.

"Perfect form," Amer complimented from the far side of the room. "But try sieving first and then reflecting, Lady Sarah. I'm going to barrage you with heavy fire, prepare yourself."

Oh well. At least he was giving me a fair warning. I closed my eyes, concentrating as much as I could as I felt him summon the fire from the atmosphere. It didn't escape me that I was able to sense magic far better after my episode with Calestos, which left me wondering if he'd triggered something deep within me. I snapped out of my thoughts as I sensed Amer build up his fire blaze until it burned my skin.

Any moment…I concentrated on my shields, making sure they were up.

By the time he aimed the magic towards me, I was fully prepared. With all the force I could gather, I sieved the blaze—taking in what I could and reflecting what I couldn't. My skin burned, and my throat and eyes were utterly dry because of the heat, but I succeeded. It had taken more than a few months of agonizing practice, but I was finally able to enact the very basic sequence of sieve, absorb, and reflect when it came to fire magic. The thought was anticlimactic, really.

"Congratulations, Lady Sarah," Amer boomed, grinning at me, his amber eyes glowing with Ifriti fire that was clearly still in his system. "We shall now aim to master the technique with higher intensity."

Great.

"Do we have to start right away?" I whined. If Jareth was brutal in his sessions, Amer was absolutely unrelenting. He'd smile sweetly, encourage and praise me well, and then he'd push me for far more. "I need five minutes, General," I said, sitting down on the floor—my aching muscles cried with relief.

Amer nodded before walking towards me and sitting down himself. His curly locks were clipped back today, and that gave him a slightly younger look. "You've done well Lady Sarah. I've never heard of a human who's able to sieve Ifriti magic."

I grinned weakly. "I guess I'm just exceptional that way."

He laughed his loud booming laugh which echoed through the walls of the empty practice hall. "And I'm sure the King thinks so as well," he said with a sly wink.

I gaped. "General Amer!" I exclaimed, pretending to be shocked. "Are you trying to pry into my personal life?"

He nodded, an unapologetically rakish grin breaking out across his face. "Of course. Not because I would like to intrude, but because a war is eminent. As the High General, I need to make sure my King, the commander of my forces, is in a sound state of mind."

I smiled at that. While he was joking around with me, there was a certain amount of truth to his words. "I can't tell you much about the King's emotions, and whether he has any. When it comes to me, he's obviously…obsessed…and doesn't want to be. But you already knew that." I recalled what he'd said to me, his words as clear as crystal.

"You unleashed a terrible force within us—an unfathomable sense of yearning, and the Labyrinth responded in kind. When you rejected my offer, you effectively rejected the Labyrinth and that escalated the destabilization of its magic." He paused, tilting his head, his dissecting gaze making sure to study the emotions that crossed my face. "I tried containing the unstable magic, and unfortunately the instability spread onto me, like an accursed illness. For that's what it is, my dearest—my yearning for you is an illness."

Amer shot me a look that said 'really…?' complete, with sarcasm. "You must know his emotions run deeper than mere obsession, Lady Sarah—don't do me the disservice of pretending otherwise."

"Okay, maybe not just obsessed," I conceded with a sigh. "He cares about me. But then again, he's gone out of his way to tell me he'd rather not." That was true enough.

Some deep emotion must have crossed my face as the General raised a concerned brow. "How about you, Lady Sarah?"

My brows shot up—how about me, indeed.

"I'm drawn to him, I can't argue against that. Yet I don't understand him at all," I frowned, lost in my thoughts for a few moments. "I don't know what he wants from me, especially once the war is over. We're two very different people. I mean, he's not even a person." I looked away—Amer's question gave me too much to think about.

"I meant, are you…well, Lady Sarah? I've noticed a conflicting change in you for the last few days."

Ah. The General was inquiring after my fragile human mental state. I flashed him a brilliant smile. "I'm doing remarkably okay considering the circumstances, General," I said truthfully.

"I'm happy to hear that." The fiery orbs that were Amer's eyes turned to their normal, amber state as his magic abated. "We are not human, Lady Sarah."

I smirked at him. "Really? I hadn't noticed."

He gave me a reproachful look. "What I meant to state is that should you require some…understanding, and empathy…we will not be able to provide you with any." He averted his eyes, as if trying to search for the right words. "The Demi General, on the other hand, can."

Well. This was getting interesting. "You're pushing me away from the King and towards Arges, General Amer. Why?" Right after he'd warned me that Arges was Ceres's pet General, no less.

"Arges is part mortal—he would probably understand your emotions the best. And as for the King…I am anxious about his safety, Lady Sarah. He is going to have to fight a very taxing war, and I don't want him…affected." Amer didn't look at me as he spoke, he was clearly very uncomfortable with the conversation.

I studied the High General, my eyes deliberately slow—it must have taken quite a lot out of him to say he was concerned for Jareth's safety, or mine for that matter.

"Thank you for your concern, Amer," I said, my tone genuine as I placed a sympathetic hand on his arm. "I only just learned of Arges's history with Jareth today, and I wouldn't want the Demi General to go through any painful memories on my behalf."

"I don't believe he sees his memories in you, Lady Sarah…neither does he seek to unleash his vengeance."

My eyes widened at that. "Why would Arges want to unleash his vengeance on me?" Especially considering that his fight was with Jareth.

Amer gave me a brittle smile, his generally bright eyes grew dim. "If the Demi General were to know the full extent of the King's fascination with you, he may seek vengeance for the mortal born who was lost to him."

My mouth fell open. "Jareth killed his mortal born so Arges kills me?" Jesus. My thoughts wondered over to the woman who was lost—had she become a Daughter of the Sea? Had Jareth brought her over to inhabit one of the lakes in the Labyrinth? Could Arges seek justice for her by killing me? "That's not fair," I concluded, mostly to myself.

Chuckling softly, Amer shook his head. "Perhaps not, but that is the way of the Underground."

Eye for an eye, I supposed. "Makes sense that Calestos was surprised in the below ground temple. He probably expected Arges to let me die."

Amer merely shrugged. "I wouldn't presume to know Calestos's motivations. However, it is intriguing that General Arges seeks redemption with you, instead of vengeance."

I pondered that. "Redemption, huh?" I asked rhetorically. "Why would he even need redeeming?"

Before the General could answer, an icy wind tore into the room, and a bitterly amused Goblin King looked at both of us, his General and his pet human—his gaze unflinching. "I suppose you believe I am the one who ought to seek redemption, Sarah dearest."

Amer stood up abruptly and bowed. "Your Highness." He held out a hand for me to take.

Breathing deeply, wondering how much of our conversation Jareth had heard, I took Amer's outstretched hand and stood up.

Jareth showed no signs of having heard any more of our conversation as he eyed me with a harsh grin on his face. "The time has come, precious thing," he murmured. "We must leave for the Goblin Castle." He held out an arm for me to take.

I looked at Amer for a few moments before taking Jareth's proffered arm. "Thank you for the session, General."

Amer bowed, an almost sympathetic smile on his lips. "Lady Sarah."

I paced back and forth across Jareth's personal room in the Goblin Castle, my steps agitated as Jareth sat down.

He followed my movements with his eyes, his posture completely relaxed. "You must reconcile yourself with the role you've chosen, Sarah dearest." There it was, the mocking tone…yet, and perhaps I imagined it, I heard something more.

Reconcile yourself with the role you've chosen…I knew he'd used those words deliberately to remind me that I had indeed chosen to be the Labyrinth's vessel. In doing so, he'd nicely ignored the fact that I wouldn't have been tangled this deep if it hadn't been for his fealty oath.

Choosing not to argue, I gave him a reconciliatory smile. "Easier said than done, Jareth."

"Perhaps I can distract you," he said, changing the subject, his lips twisting with jaded delight. "I believe you might find it amusing that I found Rhaf wondering around the castle grounds last night, in his…sleeping attire."

Mister icy leather tunic was still around even after the Silver Court sessions had ended? "Why?"

Jareth chuckled, his voice low. "The compulsion used on you was so strong, that it affected him as well—his chambers are situated right above yours. You mustn't take him too seriously, precious thing." Jareth said with a smirk. "Lord Rhaf is generally rude to everyone."

I rolled my eyes. "You included."

Jareth laughed more deeply. "Yes. Although I do have my ways of, shall we say, asserting my authority."

"By making him wear the shiniest of things?" I asked with my brows raised.

Jareth grinned back, but his amusement was cut short and his face grew harsh. He bared his teeth and a familiar, loud noise rang around us.

The Calling was complete.

He looked at me for a tense moment. "I shall return, Sa-rah."

AN: The French Open is done, the King of Clay is back! Vamos Rafa! That means…It's time for Wimbledon. Thiem might just win it this year.

So…accidental pregnancy isn't possible for Sarah (not by J anyway). Assume that his magic swimmers are way too strong for a human egg. Glad you guys noticed Jareth's way more in touch with his emotions than Sarah—to the point that Amer is concerned. A lovesick king is useless during a war.

In RL? I recommend doubling up on BC and definitely use condoms unless you're in a long-term relationship and have seen the dude's recent STI checkup printout. Don't risk herpes! Herpes and diamonds have one thing in common. They're forever.

Q: [statement] Sarah sure does bathe a lot in your fic.

A: Yep. She takes a bath in the morning and one in the night (after a long day of practice). She also brushes her teeth three times a day because she takes oral hygiene very, very seriously.

She uses deodorant too (magic, Underground deodorant), in case you were wondering.

Q: [statement] I like your fic, but I'm not going to comment b/c I hate you and your ANs.

A: Be still my beating heart. I'm certainly not going to quit putting up my ANs so that I get more reviews.

Where else can I anonymously share my most profound opinions like why is Peter Parker (in the Toby Maguire movies) so sad? He's short, super soft spoken, super poor, super sensitive, doesn't get the girl, doesn't even get laid, gets bitch slapped by his one friend who tries killing him—WHY did the writers/director make him so pathetic? It wasn't even a sob-fest, depressing Oscar nominated type of movie.