"You bitch, you stabbed me!?"

Sarah heard the surprise and pain from the man who was holding her neck before that hand went slack and she was pushed away from him. Jareth caught her as the pain of stabbing herself caught up with her. Her knees went weak and she went to the ground, and he went with her. She felt his hands grip the hilt of the sword and she gripped his hands, shaking her head.

"If you pull it out now, I'll just bleed more. Just leave it until this shit is dealt with?"

Her voice sounded roughened by pain. She was fairly sure she hadn't hit anything vital, but fuck, she hadn't expected it to hurt so badly. Then again, when he'd stabbed her, it had been in the shoulder. She could see the temper in his expression, but everything around them seemed to have stopped, as if her stabbing herself had shocked everyone to the point of inaction.

"Sarah," Jareth breathed, not seeming to have noticed that the others weren't coming at them, yet. "Why the fuck -"

She gave a rough laugh, biting her lower lip because laughing fucking hurt, too. "Because, you idiot. You didn't. Don't you ever let anyone use your feelings for me against you. If you have to stab me to save me like you did last year, you fucking do it." She hesitated a minute, meeting his confused gaze. "I trust you enough to do that and not kill me."

His expression was changing to a different one and the murky look in his eyes was fading. The startled cries from the cultists drew Jareth's attention and when his eyes lifted towards them, she saw the terrible retribution in them. He stood, his skin luminous in the dark, and he threw a hand out slamming all of the cultists back away from them, from her. He was stepping away from her, when the lights in the room all turned on at once.

The brightness was a shock after spending the better part of 24 hours in total darkness. Sarah flinched from it, closing her eyes and shielding them with one hand. She could hear the screams of the Keres and the shocked cries of the cultists. When Sarah opened her eyes, she saw their cloaks of darkness had been ripped away with the brightness of the lights.

Sarah's eyes found Moros and she saw his expression was pale and genuinely afraid for the first time since she'd initially seen him. He looked around, as if expecting someone to show up, but his focus wasn't on Jareth. Jareth snarled, storming towards him and grabbed him by the collar, hauling him to his feet.

Suddenly, air pulsed in the room and someone appeared in the center of it, behind Moros. Whoever they were, they hit reality so hard, the floor beneath them cracked and the displaced air exploded outward, rushing over Sarah and pushing her several feet back and into a shelf. Even Jareth, holding Moros by his collar, staggered back a step. When things were calm again, Sarah looked up through wide eyes and found a woman with pale hair standing there, her expression one that was enraged, even compared to Jareth's. Her eyes were pale grey, and she was dressed in a flowing silver gown. Her stance was one that screamed aggression and anger.

"You little chickenshit, scheming, utter bastard!" the woman snarled in a softly accented voice, before another burst of temper and power left her, streaming over the room. Several homunculi were sent crashing off the shelf. She stormed towards Jareth and Sarah's urge to defend him had her on her feet, even with the sword sticking out of her gut. Instead of going for the Goblin King, however, the woman grabbed Moros and ripped him from Jareth's hands. "How dare you use me and mine like this?! How dare you drag us into this, you -" She stopped talking, as if her rage were so great it was holding her words hostage. She lifted a hand and Sarah saw silver magic glowing in her palm.

Before she could blast Moros or anything else to smithereens, Jareth grabbed her arm, keeping her from releasing it, damping the magic. The woman's face snapped towards hers, rage aimed at him. Jareth just gave her a mild smile.

"Selene, while I can sympathise with your anger, there are mortals in the building." She struggled against his grip, and Sarah suspected that the woman didn't give two shits about the other mortals. "Specifically, some that I would prefer not to end up trapped under the rubble you're about to turn this building into. One of which being my bride and future queen."

Selene turned towards Jareth, and seemed to see past the bastard she held aloft for a moment. Then, her eyes moved beyond him and Sarah locked eyes with her. She gave a pained smile and a wave, trying to pretend she didn't still have a sword sticking out of her midsection, supported by one of her hands, even as she tried to keep her feet. The woman looked back at Jareth and took a deep breath, the silver vortex in her hand dissipating harmlessly. "Very well, Jareth, King of the Goblins. Out of courtesy for what your lover has done for the Underground."

It was clear to Sarah that Selene didn't give a flying fuck about mortals for the most part. Her rage had everything to do with what was done to her, and that if Sarah hadn't saved Jareth, freeing him to wake others, this could have ended quite differently. That wasn't comforting, but it also wasn't a surprise. It was always a risk when dealing with Faerie creatures.

"Much obliged," Jareth said, his tone thick with sarcasm. After he was certain she wasn't going to blow them all up, he turned back towards Sarah. Seeing her on her feet seemed to cause exasperation and amusement in equal measure. He strode to her side and was easing her back to the ground as Toby and Nyx rushed into the room. From where she was laying, Sarah could see two others with them now. One had similar looks to Nyx, with dusky purple skin and hair that was shades of purple to gold with every color of the sunrise in between. The other was just light - there wasn't another word for it. Looking at that form actually hurt, so instead, she closed her eyes and leaned against her lover with a quiet groan.

"Sarah?! What happened?!" Toby gasped, rushing towards her. He whirled towards Jareth, temper in his gaze. "What the fuck -"

Sarah lifted her hand, wagging a finger at her brother. "Don't get angry with him. He didn't do this, and it's not his fault." She managed to get out through clenched teeth.

"Believe it or not, she chastised me for not being the one to do it," Jareth said, and she could hear the familiar sound of his temper in his tone. "Even though when I did it a year ago, she got all pissed with me and ranted about it breaking her trust in me. Apparently that's different, now, and I should have known that already."

She almost laughed, but remembered that it hurt before the first huff left her. "Can we discuss this, later? For now, get this damn sword out of my guts and heal me if you've got the energy for it?" She managed, shifting to try to ease the discomfort. Beyond their circle, she could see cultists and the Keres were being rounded up by the goddesses in the room with them.

"Wait, you stabbed her before?!" Toby shot Jareth a glare, but her lover didn't even look at him.

"To break a spellbinding, Toby," she ground out. "This time I did it to myself."

"To yourself?! Sarah, what the actual fuck -"

He shifted her to the ground, meeting her gaze before his hand wrapped around the hilt of the sword. She ground her teeth as he pulled the sword carefully from her. Then, he grabbed his glove between his teeth and his fingers brushed over the now freely bleeding wound in her stomach. The healing, this time was on the painful side of pleasant, she noted. The tingling caress of his fingers was just a little sharper than usual and she wondered if that was because Jareth's temper was still on edge.

Rather than stopping there, his fingers next went to the cut in her shoulder, healing that one and that time it was much more pleasant. His eyes met hers and a smirk curved his lips when she gave a quiet moan. "I'll get the rest of your injuries, later. Right now, I'm just glad you're not bleeding out, you stubborn fool."

A quiet laugh drew her attention and Sarah saw Nyx standing near them, her hand over her mouth. There was amusement in those moonlight eyes. Then, she turned towards her son and Sarah saw the amusement in her expression fade. The primordial goddess seemed to swell in size, darkness radiating out from her form, her power seeming to fill the room.

Son, her voice boomed, and Sarah didn't think she'd ever heard more clear parental disapproval before in her life. Moros shrank away from his mother. Even Selene seemed to flinch from the tone. Moros looked genuinely afraid, trying to slink away, but a large dark hand grabbed his shirt and held him still. I had considered punishing you, myself, as I had when you were a boy. However, I must consider the number of people whom you have harmed. I can no longer justify that. If it had simply been me, I would have no problem punishing you.

She turned towards Jareth and Selene, a terrible look on her face. I am giving him to you both to take before the courts of the Underground to determine what is to be done with him. He must pay for every crime he committed against everyone, Underground and Above.

That darkness swelled further, before the dusky purple-skinned woman stepped forward. Her hand came to rest on her mother's wrist, and Nyx looked towards her. When she did, the darkness seemed to soften. The woman gave her a soft smile, and nodded her head. "Mother, you have been trapped here, the longest. Go home and leave the rest to those of us who haven't been. Aether and I can handle Moros, even more so with the aid of the Lady of the Moon and the Goblin King."

Sarah got to her feet with Jareth's aid, feeling an ache in her side that wasn't there before she was stabbed. Her hand covered it instinctively, but she was able to keep her feet as she walked towards Nyx. "Hemera is right."

Nyx turned towards her, that moonlight gaze fixed on her. She could feel Jareth's hand at her lower back, as if he were keeping track of if she wobbled again.

"You've been fighting longer than any of us. You've earned your rest. Let us mop up the rest of the mess."

A smile curved her lips and she set her hands on her shoulders. Nyx's touch was very gentle, Sarah noted. The Underground is in your debt, Sarah Williams. If you ever find yourself in danger again, you can count on me and mine to offer aid to you. Then, she turned towards Toby who offered her a grin that was all boyish charm. Keep each other out of trouble, hmm?

"Easier said than done," Jareth said from behind her, his tone tart. Nyx gave him an amused smile, and then she seemed to fade, disappearing as Aether came to stand beside Hemera. Jareth moved beside them, flanking Selene turning his gaze on those who were there. She turned to join them and saw Toby moving forward as Bunny started coming to. Her face was crumbling further. Toby went and stood in front of her, his expression tight. Sarah stepped between her brother and lover, looking at those who had stood against them.

Goblins started pouring into the room, some of them dragging the Keres in with them. The creatures had gone sullen at the release of their mother and siblings, and seemed to realize their game was up. No one spoke until everyone finished pouring into the room. When it finally went silent and still, Hemera spoke.

"Moros, you have committed more harm than we could have ever imagined. In your ego, you've caused grievous injury in not one, but two realms, and have cost the life of your own kind. You're being turned over to the fae courts for your actions. Doing a test run of this in the Underground was a terrible choice, brother, because now every kingdom there is going to want a piece of your ass for it."

Moros glared at Hemera, his lips curling. "It doesn't matter! In the end I'll still get my due." His eyes whipped towards Sarah and he pointed to her. "Eventually, bitch, you'll die. You'll die, and you'll be under my power, then."

Sarah turned towards him, met his gaze without fear. She shook her head, scoffing. "You say that like it's supposed to scare me. I know I'm going to die someday. I'm mortal. But I want you to remember this, asshole. When I'm facing you next death isn't going to be a concern of mine. So if you think I won't do everything I can to tear you to shreds at that point, you have no idea who the fuck you've been dealing with."

Jareth gave a quiet snort, and she felt his arm slip around her waist.

"Toby," Bunny said, her voice drawing her attention and she turned a cold gaze on her. She found her brother looking down at Bunny from where he stood beside her.

"Don't bother, Bunny. Just...don't say a word." His hands shook and Sarah saw him curl them into fists. The muscle in his jaw flexed and she knew he was doing his best to hold in his temper. "I trusted you. I loved you. Sarah and I came to save you, and you were working with them to destroy this world. You were willing to kill me and my sister when Moros was still in control of the situation."

"But I love you, Toby -"

"No, you don't. And I want nothing to do with you ever again." His voice was grim and angry. He paused, looking towards Hemera and Selene. "Do whatever you think is appropriate to them," he said, before he walked over to stand with Sarah and Jareth.

"With pleasure," Selene said, and her tone reminded Sarah of whenever Jareth was really pissed off. She felt a moment of pity for Bunny before she remembered the hurt on her brother's face when she'd revealed her betrayal. Then, that feeling was squashed. "Homunculus. And running out of power, too. You'll be coming with me. I think a hundred years in service to the moon will do worlds for your personality. Split the rest of the homunculi off, and they will come with me as well. Any humans will have their memories of the incident wiped."

"I take the privilege of handling the Keres, in that case," Jareth said, his tone cool. "They will be working in service of the Goblin Kingdom until further notice. It's been awhile since I had the chance to spice the Labyrinth up with something new."

Sarah side-eyed her lover for a long moment, but in the end said nothing about it. He just gave her a smirk that made her shake her head and squeezed her tighter against his side. "I'll try to not think about future runners and their terror from dealing with those particular things."

The goblins started disappearing with the Keres, but one of them came skirting up to her, and looked at her with wide eyes and a broad grin. "Doesn't Champion want something for saving kingdom?"

Jareth coughed quietly beside her and she slanted a glance in his direction before crouching beside the goblin and giving him a grin. "Your king and I will be discussing that later, I think. I'm pretty sure he's got ideas and suggestions for how to reward me."

"Oh, I've many," he agreed, and the official sounding tone in his voice was lightened by the smirk on his lips.

"In the meantime, however, I think it's time Toby and I got home. I've got parents I need to check in on and I'm exhausted," she admitted and looked up at her lover. He offered her his hand and pulled her back up to his side. His eyes searched hers for a long moment and she gave him a smile, setting a hand on his chest. "You up for a transport?"

He hesitated for just a moment, then a resigned smile curved his lips. "I'm afraid, precious, that I have to remain behind and help finish cleaning things up here. I know how you are about things being fair, and it wouldn't be if I left them to handle the situation on their own." She bit her lip, disappointed. Still, he gave her a smile and pulled the whistle from around his neck, setting the long cord it hung on around hers. She blinked, looking up at him in surprise. "I think you can handle this, precious. It's your property and I should have trusted you with it long ago."

She looked up at him and understood what he was telling her without words. She was giving her this link between their worlds, so she could have free access to reach him. Part of that was so she wouldn't do dangerous things to reach him if she needed to, and she knew it. But there was more to it, and they'd discuss that, later. Taking a deep breath, she nodded and looked towards her brother. She offered him her hand and Toby took it, looking at her in confusion as she lifted the whistle to her lips and blew into it.

Less than a second later, they were in his apartment. It was empty, now, though the door still stood open. Toby stood there in his living room for a long moment, his brow furrowed, as if he was turning thoughts over and he wasn't certain how he felt about them, yet.

"Sarah," he said, after a long moment of standing there, clinging to her hand.

She turned and looked at him, tilting her head in askance.

"What am I?" He asked, his brow furrowed just a bit.

Leave it to him to ask her a question that complicated. Still, she gave her baby brother a smile and turned to face him, taking his other hand in hers and giving both a squeeze. "You're my brother. And you're a goblin. And you're a human. And all of that means you're a lot stronger than you know. But regardless of all of that, I'll be here with you while you figure out what all of that means for you."

A laugh escaped him and he shook his head, looking her in the eye. "I suppose that means all this weirdness in my life isn't even close to finished, huh?"

"Probably not," she laughed, smiling at him. "In fact, I'd say definitely not. After all, you are related to me."