A.N.: Greetings faithful readers! First, let me apologize for the funky way these pages keep turning up. It seems no matter how I play with it, my computer won't let me fix it. But the font changes are few and far between, so please bear with me. Theme song? Oh, let's go with "How" by Lisa Loeb.

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Labyrinth.

Sarah marched through the front door, resolved to tell Jareth about her pregnancy. She ignored the man checking in at the counter and approached Beth who was just then coming down the hall with a load of folded towels.

"Beth, I'm sorry about earlier. You were right, he does deserve to know. I'm going to call him right now." she told her.

Before Beth could reply, the man at the counter interrupted, "Excuse me, but I couldn't help overhearing. You wouldn't happen to be Sarah Williams, would you?"

Sarah turned around, glancing at this newcomer suspiciously. Upon seeing her round belly the man said, "Yes, I suppose you are." Sarah blushed and automatically placed her hands protectively over her stomach. Quickly regaining her composure, she faced him completely.

"May I help you with something?" she asked, sarcasm lacing her voice. The man ignored it, however, and continued on in a pleasant tone.

"No, but I might be able to help you. I have some news of your child's father."

Both Sarah and Beth gasped. Sarah felt a little guilty since Beth didn't even know Jareth's name, and here was a complete stranger with information on him. That could only mean one thing…

"Beth will you excuse us please? I think Mr…."

"Trey, please call me Trey" he supplied helpfully.

"Trey and I have some things to discuss" Sarah finished.

Beth looked a little hurt, but she nodded understandingly. "I'll be upstairs if you need anything" she whispered before continuing up the hallway towards the staircase. Sarah led him out into the garden over to a more secluded area where they were guaranteed some privacy.

"Well if you're bringing news about Jareth then I can only assume you're from the Underground." she stated blatantly.

Trey looked down at the ground, "Yes, and I'm afraid the news I bring will not please you."

"Has something happened to Jareth?" she asked, immediately concerned.

"No, no, but…I'm not sure how to say this…" He looked at her, then dropped his gaze back to the ground. A horrible feeling started in the pit of her stomach.

"He knows, doesn't he?" she asked quietly.

"I'm afraid so." Trey said, putting as much sincerity in his answer as possible.

She sat quietly for a second or two, then Trey watched in amazement as anger seemed to flame in her eyes. "I want to hear it from him. I want that bastard to look me in the eye and say it!" she yelled, jumping up and preparing to run to her mirror. Trey, seeing his plan had apparently backfired, quickly grabbed her arm.

"Sarah, sit down. You can see for yourself if you wish." he told her as he produced a crystal not unlike the ones Jareth was so fond of. Sarah looked at it apprehensively. "I don't want to touch it" she admitted. Trey smiled understandingly. "Then just watch."

Sarah peered into the crystal as the throne room came into view. She saw Jareth lounging in his throne, one leg thrown over the arm of the chair. A man, Trey she noticed upon closer examination, was standing before him.

"Are you sure?" Jareth was asking.

"Positive, your highness. She is most definitely with child."

"Damn. Oh well, I'm sure she'll take care of it. She's always been a… resilient girl." Jareth said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"And if she should choose to keep the child?"

"What of it? It is of no matter to me what she does with it. Any other business?"

Sarah watched, horrified. This was nothing like the Jareth who visited her that night. "I don't want to see any more." she whispered. Trey obligingly made the offending crystal disappear.

"Did he send you to tell me?" she asked.

"No. He wasn't going to do anything as far as I know. I just couldn't ignore what he was doing, though. I felt you at least deserved some kind of answer for what has happened to you." Trey turned and grasped her hands. "Sarah, he does not deserve your loyalty, just as you do not deserve to be treated this way. A few companions of mine feel similarly. We have agreed that, should you wish, we will help train the child in the ways of magic."

Sarah immediately pulled her hands away. "No! Absolutely not! I don't want my child to have anything to do with magic, not after this!"

"Sarah, you cannot deny your child their heritage! Without guidance his powers would surge out of control. He would be a danger to himself and to this world."

She stood up angrily, "Do not assume to tell me how to raise MY child. And what makes you so sure it will be a 'he'?" she threw over her shoulder as she stormed inside.

Trey watched her retreating back admiringly, then slumped slightly in the bench. The glamour he had used to create the scene he had shown Sarah had drained him considerably. 'Damn, but Jareth has excellent taste, I'll give him that' he thought. Watching first concern and then anger dance through her eyes had been mesmerizing. He had meant it when he said Jareth did not deserve her. She could do much better than a soon-to-be fallen king. Perhaps his soon-to-be usurper…

Sarah, meanwhile, had raced to her room and immediately begun pacing. She didn't know what to tell Beth, who was bound to ask how Trey had managed to find her, but it was much easier to focus on that small detail in order to ignore the much larger one looming over her head. Jareth didn't want her. Didn't want them, she corrected mentally, glancing down at her stomach. 'Well fuck him, then' she thought. 'I don't need him, and neither does my child.' But for all she tried to convince herself, she couldn't make the aching in her chest go away.