Ok here we are again. I am coming up with some really good ideas for a Harry Potter fanfic. Very excited and can't wait to start working on them. An author Ms. Figg really inspired me. And this one song by baby face, sorry for the stupid things. I am listening to it as I write this chapter.

"They swear they know nothing about it!" Lady Gen persisted heatedly. "You must stop your torture and release them Jareth. They say they know nothing than what they already told us and there is no cure!"

"They know all right! They know, every single one of them!"Jareth hissed, walking fiercely on the stone path just outside of the Labyrinth. The wind was blowing and musing his hair so that it stood up wildly. His eyes darkened and glittered dangerously.

"Please Jareth. I am beseeching you for the good of your kingdom. You must release the rest of the council members. We can only pray that they do not report you to the Seelie Court. The fates would have your head Jareth! Your head!" Lady Gen screeched this last part until she was quite red in the face. Jareth stood still impassively looking at her, then he began screaming. The wind carried his voice as it howled around them and the dust flew, billowing out their clothes.

"They know Gen! They know exactly what Areze's venom would do to her. They know that she will die and die slowly and painfully! It is a wonder that her bones aren't melting off her and her skin isn't rotting to pieces with each passing day. NO! Its only enough that she suffers unduly with each wakening, with each step, with each turn. No free moment completely without pain!" Jareth's shoulders heaved with unsaid emotion.

"It's tragic Jareth" Lady Gen said sadly with tears in her eyes, "But what more could you or the rest of us for the matter do?" She tried to step closer to him, to comfort him, but then thought better of it. The Goblin King looked fierce in his anger and Lady Gen was afraid of him lashing out at her. "Its tragic, yes" she continued, looking at the Labyrinth and avoiding meeting the eye of Jareth. "But no less tragic than anything that could have happened in the mortal world, or anywhere else for that matter. Death exists everywhere Goblin King. It is natural..."

"Sarah and I are connected. She beat the Labyrinth. No one has beaten my Labyrinth in a thousand years! And then a chit of a girl comes along and says the words...completely turning my world upside down, and then leaving me. Rejecting me! She stood there, Gen, and said ever so calmly you have no power over me! Just like that, and then she was gone. I let her go..."

"Well it was a part of the rules" Lady Gen remarked dryly, still determinedly looking out at the Labyrinth.

"Indeed" Jareth said softly, resting his hands at leather clad thighs. "I could have made her stay. She was still within the Labyrinth, I had some power over her..."

"Always a power struggle with you!" Lady Gen huffed, "Someday you are going to learn that you are not always in control of things Jareth. You've abused your position..."

"Oh stop sniveling like an envious mortal!" Jareth retorted, conjuring up a riding whip. Lady Gen eyes him warily and took another step back.

"I was mortal once Jareth, if you recall" Lady Gen began, her left eyebrow twitching in anger as she tried to control her emotions. "And I was as mortal as they come. I was foolish, whimsical, indulgent and hasty. Four ingredients that make up a large portion of your Sarah." She laughed and Jareth growled. "But" she added hastily as Jareth fingered the whip thoughtfully, "I was kind, trusting, caring and loving. Another large portion of what makes up your Sarah!" Lady Gen's robes billowed in the wind and her long brown hair streamed about her face. Jareth looked bored and impassive.

"Please spare me any more mortal reminisces that you may have remaining in that hollow head of yours. I really don't care."

"Fine" Lady Gen said angrily. She scrambled atop of a large boulder. "I will wait for my ride here" she told Jareth curtly.

"As the mortals would say, here's fifty cents, call someone who cares!" Jareth sneered. Lady Gen glared daggers at him.

"You know, I would help you if I could. Even though you are an obnoxious bastard, I pity you. I really do pity you."

"Take your pity and leave" Jareth said, his face set in a resolute frown. Lady Gen was about to turn her head, when she thought of something and turned on the boulder to face him. Trying to find tact and trying to be as gentle as she could, Lady Gen sought to make Jareth see reason.

"I want to tell you something Goblin King, and you are going to stand there and listen...as best as you can." Jareth looked at her like she was rot stuck to his boot. Lady Gen tried to look unperturbed as she balanced precariously on her rock seat.

"When I was mortal, I lived on the plains with my people. Native Americans. This was before I joined the horses and ran with them. Before I became one of them." Jareth rolled his eyes. Lady Gen quickened her pace. "Well in my village there lived an old couple who had been married practically their whole lives. They weren't very affectionate, because that was not our way, but they were good to each other and cared very deeply about each other."

"Do please shut up and leave" Jareth growled morosely. Lady Gen's eyes flashed.

"This is important. You need to understand that in those days there were no cards and candies to give, no moons promised or stars hung on a string to present. There were no public displays of affection, only politeness and consideration, based on your upbringing. It was only good manners."

"So write a book" Jareth grumbled. Lady Gen looked indignant.

"I'm only telling you this because in your very limited existence and state of mind, you wouldn't understand our culture." Lady Gen looked off into the distance, "I don't even know why I am telling you this, you heartless sod!"

"Don't call me that!" Jareth screamed, taking a step towards, his face marble white. Lady Gen almost fell off the rock.

"Alright I am sorry!" she yelled.

"If there is a point in your little tete a tete, get to it before I kill you" Jareth told her in a low voice. Lady Gen scowled at him.

"Fine" she hissed. "Alright so one day all the men were going to go to war. And as old as the man was he was going to go too. His wife packed his things and loaded the pony, as a good wife should. She didn't cry or make a fuss. As I said before this was not our way, and its shameful to make a fuss when you should be proud. It wasn't likely that he was going to come back, but still being killed in battle with honor and glory...well every man can understand that." Jareth snorted.

"The woman waited and waited. One whole season came and went and then the war party came back. The old man had died. The old woman didn't say anything. She didn't cry or grieve. Instead she gave away almost all her things of value. Then she cleaned herself and dressed herself in her finest clothes. She put on all of her jewelry and necklaces. Then she started singing. It was a grieving song, meant to honor the dead. She sang this song as she walked backwards throughout the village. When she left the village, she walked backwards through the fields and rivers, still singing. She sang her song over and over until she walked backwards over a cliff..."

"So she died..." Jareth said.

"Obviously"

"Your point in telling me this morbid tale?"

"Everyone dies Jareth. Although Sarah is not as old as the old man or woman was, the love that you experienced...that she experienced...most people never find in ten lifetimes! You said it yourself once, women wasted away for the love of you! Sarah has found that love. She accomplished what she set out to do in her wildest dreams. She found a magical land. She found her prince...err King. Probably not as she expected...but she found them Jareth. She found you. Let her go in peace and rest easy knowing that someday you will go too."

"I can't! I feel older than the very rocks itself and unfortunately for me, I can't throw myself off of them and be done with it!" Jareth tried to control his anger, but it began to spill out, " I have centuries and centuries ahead of me you stupid twit! Hours and hours of loneliness. The sea of the world will start drying up before I even begin to wither!"

"I didn't make the rules Goblin King" Lady Gen sighed.

"Unfortunate for me, I assure you. Or else I would throw you off a rock." Jareth said with a cold smile on his face. "Now if you please, since you have been of no use to me, I am going..."

"Where?"Lady Gen asked.

"To the devil!" Jareth yelled, and then disappeared in a cloud of glitter.