Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing from the Labyrinth

Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing from the Labyrinth. The rest comes out of my head.

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LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

"Your heart?" Sarah asked with disbelief, pulling away from him abruptly. She stood and began to pace. "I do not recall that you offered me anything except a crystal. And I wasn't willing to pay your price for that."

"I offered you your dreams." Jareth corrected softly, folding his arms across his chest as he watched her pace "It is not my fault you did not yet realize what they were."

"I wanted Toby's freedom!" She shot back, pushing her hair out of her face impatiently.

"Was that all?"

"Of course!" She replied, looking back at him over her shoulder as she stood at the window. "I was 15! What else could I have wanted from you?"

She didn't realize that the sunlight coming through the window outlined her perfectly, giving the impression of an angel to his eyes. His gaze devoured her as she gazed out at her view of the alley, pretending an interest she did not have in the brick of the building across the street. He took a breath; preparing an answer to a question he hadn't a good answer for.

"You wanted an adventure. You wanted your dreams to come to life. And when they did," he paused, waiting until she looked at him "you were afraid to take them. You returned to a world you don't belong in, when you should have stayed with me."

"I had no reason to stay with you. I had Toby." Sarah said bluntly. "Everything else was just illusions, your way to distract me. "

"Not all was an illusion, Sarah." Jareth told her, his gaze going pointedly to the music box "I offered you my soul."

"If I became your slave!"

"I may have used the wrong words." He admitted. " I'd never offered anyone my heart before. I was nervous."

"That's as believable as you being generous." She laughed, sobering when she saw the hurt flash across his face. "Jareth-"

"I think I've given you enough to think about for now." He said, cutting her off. "I'll leave you to make your decision."

"I'm staying here."

"I will return to you tomorrow."

In a shower of light, he was gone

Sarah sat on the sofa in the dark, her mind replaying the conversation she'd had with Jareth that afternoon. He couldn't be serious! He must be up to something. He was trying to trick her into returning so he could extract his revenge for her defeat of him 6 years ago. He couldn't possibly love her. He didn't know her! Yet he'd been so serious. And there'd been tenderness when his hands has stroked through her hair. Even when she'd been blunt, his expression had been gentle, as if he really cared about what she was saying. Then when she'd been rude, and his face had shown the pain he'd felt at her words.

She reminded herself of his acting skills. His charm. How mesmerizing his gaze could be when he was trying to talk you into something. She straightened, her resolve returning to resist him at all turns. He was playing a game, all she had to do was figure out the rules….