Jeez here we go again. A Big thank you to Baloo who has not failed to review. Also Dragons Daughter, thank you for riding MY butt. We just return the favor no? This chapter is completely dedicated to you.

Ravyn

Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth.

Jareth stared at Derian like he had grown three heads. Maybe his ears had fallen off? Perhaps he had knocked himself in the head with a crystal. But when the ceiling refused to fall down the world did.

Sarah…back. It was almost impossible to imagine. One of the two women, the one who had refused him, was back into his life and world. And instead of undying relief an anger flooded into his soul. Just when he was on the right track. Mis matched eyes narrowed and he disappeared.

Derian felt his eyes whined. The amount of energy Jareth was giving off…he hoped Linka was ready. He would probably rip through her shields like butter and leave her with a reaction headache that would last for days.

Derian winced. Jareth had just thrown in himself in the lions looking like a steak off the grill. Derian vanished to his castle and prayed the backlash would miss him.

Not likely.

~*~

Sarah looked around the cavern with awe. It was just like what had imagined a Dragons cave would look like. The walls were lined with torches and the marble walls were smooth as butter. The whole effect was completely awe-inspiring. The only thing that was missing was the large amounts of treasure. Sarah said so much and Linka gave a delighted laugh.

Linka smiled impishly at the girl. " This used to be a treasure room. But after I took over I had all the treasure and jewels moved into a much safer place. Not even all the dragons realize where it is." She winked at the dark haired girl in fun. " I could not allow mortals to beat me that easily. Come on a six-word sentence out of a book? Jareth really needs to work on his game."

Sarah winced at Jareth's name but realized that the girl had to be able to guard herself from him somewhat. If she was Queen of the Dragons, she must have had some power backing her.

Linka felt a large amount of power swirl into the room and gaped. The Shields around her crashed and burned and it felt like she was being remained in the head by a train. She could hear the echo of Pridith mentally and physically. Linka clamped her hands over her eyes in desperation.

Sarah stumbled as the ground shifted and the walls seemed to shake on there hinges. She felt herself crash into something that seemed relatively stable and when the world fell back into the stable form it had been it she allowed herself a moment to breath. Until she noticed it was a person and not a wall she was up against. Until she looked up and met a pair of mis matched eyes.

Jareth stared coolly down at her and Sarah felt her world crash at her feet. The one person she had PRAYED not to see was now holding her up and supporting her, granted a bit unhappily, but still holding her. And dollars to donuts he was the one who had sent her world reeling. Sarah felt her anger over come her fear and her hand crashed against his face with stinging accuracy.

Sarah hurled herself from him and breathed deeply to keep from loosing her temper completely. Her eyes were dancing in anger and her face was flushed red.

To Jareth time had stood still. For a split second he had thought the stars had re-arranged themselves and he was looking at Anika in all her womanly grace. Then her small fist had reached up to level him and he had been snapped back into present form. There was no doubt that it was Sarah, but the looks!

In her mortal outfit she look like what she was. Jareth raised his hand and Sarah had switched to a more rugged and outside out fit. It included calf high boots and a full set of armor. Jareth felt his heart wrench in his chest and his soul crumble to a spot of dust on the floor.

It you took away the round ears and gave her the more pointed look and took her soft oval face and gave it the angular bone structure of the Fae, with her eyes glittering like a jewel in anger, it was Anika. Jareth felt his breath catch painfully in his lungs and weighed, in that one split second, everything.

The rumors that Anika had allowed herself to become mortal to save his soul. The way Keaton had never given up hope, the way Ton now followed her. Ton the unknown prince of his people, the one who held the blood of the ancient Monqu full in his veins. The way Linka protected her with out knowing why. The way the moonpath showed themselves in her eyes.

In a single flash of glitter Jareth was gone.

~*~

Sarah gaped at where Jareth had been. She heard a stifled moan and turned to see Linka on her knees holding her head. The woman looked as if she was repressing sobs.

Sarah rushed to her side and helped her stand. The girl was ash white and in obvious pain.

" What can I do?" Sarah whispered. Talking would only hurt the poor girl.

" Pridith." Linka gasped out. She needed to touch her Dragon to receive the gift her Dragon could give. Pridith could heal the damage done but it would take rest and time.

Sarah let her haltingly through the castle a sixth sense guiding her. Linka practically fell against the large silver bulk. She raggedly breathed against her Dragon for several moments.

" Sarah." Linka croaked in a hoarse voice. Her body was trembling and even through the MAJOR pain the girl was in, Sarah could practically feel the anger.

Merlin. The names came out of no where and Sarah almost jumped out of her skin. The wolves were on thing; she always felt this slight tingle out of no where that warned her when they were going to speak. This voice sounded like a black hole and just formed.

A woman with thinning gray hair and a pinched mouth came walking out of a whole in one of the walls. She eyes Sarah with what could only be disapproval. Even though she was in the clothes Jareth had changed her into; she was still exhausted and looked it. There was dust, dirt, grass, and other numerous things sticking out of her hair.

Take Sarah to a room and give her a bath. Wash her clothing and give her a full meal. I want absolute quite in this place. Linka needs no light, no sound, and nothing. This reaction headache will take some work. Please send in Marcus to help with it.

Merlin gave a long suffering sigh and it was apparent by the set of her shoulder was not happy. But have a Dragon a few thousand pounds larger with its head being a few feet larger than she was was slightly intimidating. The many facetted eyes looked at her practically glowing.

Merlin walked out of the room making a follow me motion and Sarah followed. The woman could hold a knife to her throat but right now and she would be happy as long as she got a bath. She had been awake for almost 48 hours now. She needed sleep, but most importantly a bath.

~*~

Jareth stared at the landscape and hurled another crystal into a wall. The ground was covered with shards, as sharp and deadly as glass, and his temper had not lessened a wit.

Jareth eyes burned with UN holy light and his body trembled with the effort to keep his temper in check. To hold the flooding of power that coursed into his soul from exploding.

If you have ever seen a small ditch filled with water at the side of the road you can see the amount of power Jareth normally allows himself to have access with. When he was dealing with an enemy or needed more he never allowed himself more than a small stream. Right now he was dealing with the damn ocean. The Amazon River paled in comparison to the full-fledged power. And the continuous rage just fueled his emotions.

If he let a crack the size of a pinpoint prick through then the whole Goblin Kingdom and Labyrinth went BOOM. His breathing was beyond ragged and his own sanity was on the crystal shards that littered the floor. The Goblins had been gone since he had left. They knew when to leave. And the Labyrinth quaked with his rage.

She was back. Back into his world completely uninvited. Not only that but she looked like the woman who had stolen his mind, heart and soul long ago. He had passed everything off as ludicrism. Could it be true? In his half-crazed state he realized that it might be.

The last time he had allowed Anika to form in his mind he had made the Bog of Eternal stench. It was not that he could not remove it, it was just a useful tool. That was what life had turned into. Tools.

It had taken a mortal to destroy the curse. A curse branded into his soul just as anyone could see. Anika had been heart broken. Very few mortals could come down, and to win completely they had to fall in love with the damned king.

Sarah had waltz in and out. He had never thought more about it, but the way she held her head, the way she walked, the spark in her eyes. Another crystal joined the last. Someone would pay. And he would get the answers he desired. Life was going to be hell for some people until then.

Jareth allowed his mind to slip toward Anika but he was hit full throttle by Pridith. There would be no talking to the Queen right now. He winced. Linka was going to fry him, literally.

Jareth felt the power slowly move back into its rightful place. Hiding, waiting. He allowed his breathing to even and his eyes narrowed. One place to go. Castle Doom.

~*~

Derian walked the paths in his overgrown garden and he watched the threads of magic dance. He was unusual in this matter. Not many people could feel or see it the way he could. His back was to the Labyrinth.

It was like large amounts of fireworks were going off in the direction. He could feel the anger from the Heights; Jareth had really pissed some people off this time.

But what bothered him was the messenger he had seen earlier this morning. The Monqu had required that he destroy any and all wolves that were running with the renegade. The should not have known that he knew of her. And they should have known he would do not such thing.

Silver had been insistent, something that wolf did well, but what was most baffling was the anger in her gaze. The way she looked as if she was willing to use threats. Derian sighed. He would have to wait a few days before he could tell the others of what he had found. Sarah was dead to the world, Linka would kill anyone who tried mental contact, and Jareth was on a rampage. Life was back to normal.

~*~

Sarah sat up in a dead sweat. It seemed like her dreams were never going to end. This time, though, she had dreamed of death. She had seen the bodies of her wolves, Ton, Slider, Rip, Raider, Shadow and Demon. All were lying and not moving. Their flanks were bloods stained and she felt a great rush of grief.

So livid was the dream that it was to her surprise that when she woke her feet where covered by a large black shape. To the left of her was Ton and on the window seal Rip and Raider lay. Slider was near the door and Demon was licking her hand and next to her. The wolves said nothing just moved closer. Sarah layed back down and closed her eyes. Sleep came, and with it a certain peace.

Eyes, eyes that glowed with hate, glowed from the window.