Sarah groaned. She ached all over. Slowly she opened her eyes and waited for the world to come back into focus. When it did she got a surprise. A pair of mismatched eyes were staring at her. Sarah sat bolt upright in bed. "Where am I?" she cried out. "Calm down," said Jareth. "You're in my bedroom." "Calm down?!" she shrieked. "Calm down?! I'm in your bedroom in the Labyrinth and I've been here for who knows how long?! My parents must be worried sick and you're telling me to calm down?!" "Shhh. You've been here for only a few hours and I took care of explanations with your parents," said Jareth. "You told them where I am?" asked Sarah in surprise. "Not truthfully," he answered. "I've got to get home." She threw back the covers but as soon as she stood up the world spun and her knees buckled. Jareth caught her before she fell and set her back down on her bed. "Don't be silly. You're in no condition to go traipsing off through the Labyrinth with no sense of direction. Working your magic really took a lot out of you." Sarah's eyes flashed. "Who are you calling sil-," she began before his other words sank in. "What do you mean 'working my magic'?" she asked. "I mean the magic you did when my brother was ready to kill me," answered Jareth matching glare for glare. Sarah sighed. "Could you at least send me home then? I'll rest there." "Not until I understand what kind of magic you have, where it came from, and how to prevent it from getting out of control. You have sorceress level powers, Sarah," he replied. "Only if I learn more about your brother," retorted Sarah. "Deal," agreed Jareth. He tossed a crystal broach at Sarah. "Put that on and it will help me somewhat with your magic. While we wait I'll tell you more about my brother." Jareth waited for her to get settled. "To begin with we were never very friendly with each other."
~Flashback~
"What are you doing with my crystal?!" shouted a younger Jareth. "It's not yours!" replied his younger brother. "Is too!" "Is not!" "You'd better watch it or you'll get it!" shouted Jareth. "Oh yeah? You and what army?!" retorted Garette. Jareth used his magic to slap Garette's hand and grabbed the crystal. "Ha!" he said.
~End Flashback~
"We were always fighting. It didn't help when our parents left the castle to me as the eldest. He's never forgiven me and I hadn't heard from him until now. Now let's see that broach." Sarah silently gave it to him. "That was fast," Sarah remarked. "It also burns up energy since I didn't do it the proper way. I was in a hurry," said Jareth. Then he muttered some words and closed his eyes. All of a sudden his eyes flew open. "You'll need training right away. Your magic is of an ancient kind and forms spells when you lose control of your emotions. I haven't been able to discern where they came from. Do you know?" Sarah looked at him in surprise. "I have no idea," she replied. "We've got to start right away but first I need to write an excuse to your parents to tell them why you won't be home for a month or more," he said. Sarah clambered back into bed to get some sleep as he turned to leave. "Oh. Jareth?" He looked back at her. "Thanks," she said as she closed her eyes. Jareth smiled as he quietly closed the door. "You're welcome," he whispered to his love.