AN: Thanks so much for all the wonderful reviews

AN: Thanks so much for all the wonderful reviews. I'm sooooo glad to know you're all enjoying this. I've been sick lately, so I haven't been online to get this part out. Sorry for the delay. I have up to part nine written so far, and this story has taken an interesting turn. It's odd, I started out writing this story, but now it seems to be writing itself. And I would like your opinion on something. It was my intention to make this strictly a Sarah/Jareth story, however there is another character that just seemed to write himself into part eight. He's not a very big character, or important, as of yet, and I was wondering. Do you think I should cut him out or leave him in?? Any suggestions are welcome. Now, on with the story!

Dislcaimer: As I've already said, Sarah, Jareth, the Labyrinth and any of the other characters and places I use that appear in the movie aren't mine. I wish they were, but then I'm not sure I'd like to be responsible for all of Jareth's actions. So, I'll let Jim Henson Productions keep him and I'll just play with him every now and then. And don't sue, my checking account has a - in front of the numbers so it won't do any good.

Part six:

When Jareth appeared in Sarah's room, her back was to him, head bent in her hands. The Goblin King stood silently for a moment, merely watching her. Finally, he decided to make his presence known.

"You needed to speak to me?" he asked expectantly.

Sarah's head jerked up and she whirled around in her chair to see Jareth in all his regal glory standing by her bed, arms folded across his chest impatiently. Luckily, Sarah had called him when he'd had enough power to do something about it, but Jareth had no idea how long that would last and he definitely did not want Sarah to see him weak.

"I - I thought for a while that you weren't going to answer," Sarah finally said.

Jareth smirked at her, "Tempting, but no. Here I am, Sarah. Why? Would it have bothered you if I had ignored you?"

Sarah struggled for an answer. Of course it would've bothered her, but she wasn't going to stroke his ego like that.

Jareth's smirk broadened as he sensed her inner struggle, "Never mind, I have my answer."

Sarah narrowed her eyes and glared, but the Goblin King was unimpressed.

Finally, Jareth spoke again, "What did you need to speak to me about, Sarah?" he asked, genuine curiosity in his voice.

Sarah regarded him for a moment, not believing that Jareth could be genuine about anything. At last, she answered him, "The Labyrinth."

His features became suddenly rigid and cold, "What of it?"

Sarah was taken aback by the biting edge of his voice, "I just thought - " she began to stammer an explanation before Jareth interrupted,

"Why the sudden concern, Sarah? It's been that way for the past ten years. Why worry now?"

"Because of the dream."

"Yes, the dream," the Goblin King said, unfolding his arms and shifting his weight to one foot, "Why dream of the Labyrinth, Sarah? Why, after ten years? Why start suddenly on the very night of my return?"

Sarah raised a curious brow, "Return? Why were you gone? Didn't you know the Labyrinth was like that? Where did you go?"

"Nowhere," Jareth snarled, realizing too late what he let slip.

Sarah sighed, exasperated with the king's lack of answers, "Jareth, I'm just worried about my friends. I had no idea - "

"They're fine," Jareth cut her off with a frigid voice.

Sarah wasn't sure, but she thought his words were tinged also with jealousy.

"How come I haven't seen them, then?"

Jareth ran a weary hand down his face, feeling the power rush out of him as if somebody had pulled a plug on a drain. But, he could not leave Sarah so abruptly. She would know something was wrong, then. All he could do was stay until he felt the power come back again…however long that would be.

"I've explained that already, Sarah. They didn't come because they didn't want to."

Sarah couldn't help but notice that his voice wasn't as strong as before. He seemed paler and older, like he had changed before her eyes. Still, she decided to ignore it since Jareth wasn't calling any attention to it.

"Why wouldn't they want to?"

"I don't know," Jareth snapped impatiently.

"After everything we went through together…I thought we were friends. Oh, and I've missed them so. It's not - "

"Don't say it, Sarah! For the love of the moon, don't say those words," Jareth cut her off forcefully, visibly cringing, holding his hand in the air.

Sarah watched in horror as Jareth suddenly blanched and reeled back, stumbling with his arms spread wide to find support that wasn't there before he collapsed on her bed. He groaned softly and held his head, eyes squeezed shut tightly until the world around him stopped spinning.

Sarah jumped up from her chair and rushed to his side, "Jareth?! Are you alright?"

Weakly, Jareth held up a hand, stopping her before she could reach him, "Don't touch me."

Sarah watched helplessly as the Goblin King tried to stand up, but failed. Finally, she stepped forward to help and gently gripped his shoulder.

"I said don't touch me," he whispered fiercely, wrenching out of her grip, causing himself to fall to the bed once again. This time, he chose to rest for a moment and Sarah sat beside him softly, watching him with some concern.

"I'm just trying to help," she said softly.

Jareth rubbed his temples, "I don't need your help."

This angered Sarah, "The hell you don't! You can't even stand up. Will you please tell me what's wrong?"

Jareth took a deep breath, still dizzy and not sure whether he had the strength to even continue sitting upright.

"Fighting with you takes a lot out of me, Sarah," he quipped quietly.

Sarah looked at him skeptically and still with worry, "It's more than that. Please, tell me."

Jareth eyed her carefully, "Why do you sound so worried? You hate me, remember?"

Sarah stood up abruptly, angry again, "Fine, Jareth, then don't tell me!"

"I wasn't planning on it," he shot back, still weak.

Sarah put her hands on her hips and glared at him, "Whatever, it was a mistake thinking I could talk to you. I'm sorry I even called you here."

"You didn't summon me, Sarah, you asked. I answered, that's all."

"Fine, so leave then!" she said, her voice growing shrill with her anger and drilling into Jareth's head.

"If I could leave, I would have left a long time ago, Sarah," he said, holding his head again.

"You're stuck here?"

"For now."

She heaved a sigh and came back forward to him, "Well, lay down then."

"I don't want your -"

"Help, I know. You've told me."

Jareth looked at her with hesitation as he lay back on her bed, "I don't want your pity either, Sarah."

Sarah looked at him as she helped swing his legs up on the bed, "Believe me, Jareth. I don't feel pity for you."