Sarah lay back on the bed, utterly exhausted from the day. Not only had she had to deal with Elizabeth being constantly irritated by anything she said or did but she'd also had school today and been entirely unable to focus on any of it.

That phrase from the spellbook had been constantly on her mind and she'd mulled it over to the point of feeling like her brain was going to explode. Grabbing a pillow, she held it over her face, half-wondering if it would muffle a frustrated scream well enough.

Instead, she decided to just try and get some sleep. Tossing the pillow aside, she sat up and blinked, momentarily confused as she glanced around. This isn't my room. Looking down, she recognized the blanket from the castle bedroom. But... She looked towards the window, bright sunlight streaming through. What is going on?

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Jareth still sat, reclining in his throne though he had slipped down even further into it. He was still pondering the ramification of the words when once again, little goblin feet could be heard coming down the hall.

He couldn't help the exasperated sigh that escaped his lips. Days like today were an uncommon mercy - freedom from the constant clamor of goblin voices and troublemaking for almost 26 hours straight - almost.

Heavy breathing accompanied the footsteps that stopped beside the throne. "She's back, Your Majesty." Wheezed the goblin. "Just like that! Back in the room."

"Why are you here?" Jareth scowled at him, sitting up in the throne. "Do you really have to come and tell me every little thing that she does?" The goblin's mouth opened and closed a few times, completely unsure of what to do.

"Well, scram!" Jareth abruptly stood up and the goblin jumped, quickly bowing before scurrying off. He walked out onto the balcony, looking across the Labyrinth. "What is it that you want from me?" He hissed at the air, clutching the bannister. "How can I stop the inevitable from happening?"

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"Mi'lady!" Sarah looked over her shoulder at the sound of Sir Didymus' voice. He stood behind her, smiling as he bowed.

"Sir Didymus! How did you get in here?" She cried, dropping to her knees to look him in the eyes. "I thought Jareth's magic had this room all shut up."

"Ha ha! He doth so but he hath also given some of his subjects the way to travel throughout the kingdom. And luckily for us, fair maiden, I doth know one such prince." He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the door. "Forward! Our prince hath called for thee?"

"Prince?" Sarah stumbled to her feet, confused at the fox's words. "I don't know any princes."

"Hath thou forgotten so soon?" His whiskers twitched as he stopped to study her. "The prince of the bog!"

"Hoggle?" Sarah was startled by his eager nod. "Jareth didn't!"

"Aye, mi'lady, he did." Sir Didymus continued nodding as he opened the door. "He rewarded him for all the services he hath done for thee. Ambrosious, Ambrosious - where art thou??"

"He shouldn't have." She said under her breath, following the fox down the corridor as he called for his faithful steed.

"Hurry, we must find Ambrosious. He can carry us both to the bog!" He disappeared down another corridor, his voice echoing.

I'm not sure about that. Sarah thought, her eyebrows raising slightly. Sir Didymus' voice grew fainter and she picked up her pace, jogging down the hall he'd disappeared into. The fox was nowhere to be seen. Great, I lost him!

Disappointed, she continued down the hall until she came to split in the corridor and glanced around, pausing to debate which path to choose. "Okay, Sarah, you have to choose one - so which one is it going to be?" With one last glance around, she chose the left side and walked quickly down it.

On and on it went, twisting and turning, reminiscent of the Labyrinth. Just as she was about to give up and turn back, the hall opened up into a small garden. Sarah slowed as she walked in, drinking in the beautiful foliage around her.

Everything was illuminated in a soft greenish glow, giving all the plants an ethereal look. Just like the garden in the Labyrinth, only smaller. She gently touched the petals of a golden rose, completely mesmerized by the colors surrounding her.

"How do you do it?" Jareth's faint voice broke through her reverie and she caught a glimpse of him through the roses. Stepping past them, she marveled at how perfectly he fit amongst them.

"How do you manage to always turn my world upside down?" He gazed up at her from his seat, his face full of genuine curiousity. "Every time I think I've got it figured out, you show up and everything changes."

"I don't know what you're talking about. " Sarah shifted her gaze back to the roses, unsure of what it was Jareth was asking her. She wasn't even sure what was happening to herself let alone anything going on in the Labyrinth. "Wait, what do you mean you've got it figured out?"

"I said I think I've got it figured out - that's completely different." He corrected her. "And if you're here than obviously whatever I'd surmised was wrong."

"Oh, I see." Disappointment mixed with relieve flooded her and she sighed. How much longer would these mixed feelings persist? She absentmindedly studied the burgundy roses before her as she forced her mind onto other thoughts.

"What are you thinking?" Jareth's voice was a low purr and her heart twisted at the sound of it. Why?

He was beside her before she could react, his eyes staring quizzically at her face. Sarah refused to let herself turn toward him, instead focusing on the roses ahead as her brain raced frantically to find anything else to say - other than the truth.

"Where did this place come from? I never took you for a guy who appreciated flowers." She was certain she'd spoken too loudly or too quickly but if he had noticed, Jareth didn't give any hint.

Instead, he looked as though he was seriously pondering her question - maybe even slightly confused by it. "I'm not quite sure. It's been here as long as I can remember."

He looked down at her, his eyes soft and full of memories. "I asked my father about it once and all he said was that it was hers. He never mentioned it again and I never asked."

"Who was she?" She spoke quietly but the words felt so loud in the stillness. He frowned slightly before answering. "I don't know."

"And what about the garden in the Labyrinth, where did that come from?" His eyes snapped back to her face as she spoke, a bewildered expression crossing his face. "There's no garden in my Labyrinth, Sarah."

"There is. Hoggle and I climbed up from the underground and ended up there. That's where we met the Wise Old Man."

"No, Sarah." Jareth's voice turned cold and hard as he regarded her. "I know everything that is in that Labyrinth and a garden there is not."