Yippe I got another one done. Scotty does not have to beam me up yet! Thanks for liking my sneak peak! ~

~Ravyn~

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Sarah stared at him and tried to keep her breathing normal. Normalcy was something that seemed to elude her at that particular moment. Sarah had the time to stare that she had not before.

" See something you like?" Jareth questioned raising a blond eyebrow in amusement.

Sarah narrowed her expressive blue eyes. " No. The only thing that that is slightly interesting is the fact that you manage to look like you just crawled out of bed. Jareth, have you ever heard of a brush?"

" Getting slightly petty are we not? Returning to hair jokes already? I would have thought you could have come up with something better." Jareth informed her blandly.

" The only thing petty is the size of your brain cells. What the hell is going on here?" Sarah snapped at him, irritation practically oozing off her body.

Jareth raised his hand and flick his wrist, and Sarah found herself in a chair and her feet propped up. That surprised her, Jareth never did little things like that, and then he too took the seat in the chair behind him.

" Hmmm…it's a rather long story. Comfortable? Good. Now I shall give you what I know then you may fill in the blanks. Is that satisfactory for both parties involved?" Jareth questioned her, his voice silk and honey. Sarah looked at him wearily. She gave a single nod.

" The Monqu are a group of wolf like creators that have the ability to talk mind-to-mind and take on the form of something not quite unlike your werewolves. They are fast, quick and have a talent for killing. They used to be highly respected." Jareth leaned forward and cupped his chin in his musician's fingers.

" They have a royal line just like everything else around here. But there are two very important differences to them than us. They have no boundaries to their kingdom's and they have two different ruling monarchs." Jareth looked at her to make sure she was following. Sarah nodded, her eyes gleaming like gems.

" There is the Alpha Male, the pack leader, who is the biggest, and strongest. He normally comes from the line of Arapha, the royal line, and always has a mind mate."

" The second leader is the Royal Princess. She is Fae and is always a girl. She is the mind mate to the Alpha male. The Alpha Male is the ONLY Monqu that can have a mind mate. The others may be able to talk to her, and most can, but they will not have a two-way bond. It is much like the bond between Dragon and rider."

" But what has that got to do with me?" Sarah demanded. Her tone was curious, demanding, innocent and angry all at once. Jareth sighed.

" Tell me how you got here. Don't leave a detail out. I need to know EVERYTHING Sarah. It could be the fate of hundreds of lives." Sarah ran a hand through her bangs.

" I don't know. I woke up the morning of my twenty-fifth birthday and there was this puppy. I had NO idea who had sent him. But he was to cute not to keep." Sarah shrugged.

" And I found this ring…" Sarah pulled her hand out and Jareth paled to the ashes of white. She looked at him quizzically and shrugged.

" In a box. I did not wear it till a few days later though. One night there was a fire in the apartment building I was in. I look over and instead of Ton there is this wolf. The next thing I know I am in no-mans vill in the underground and there is a wolf and he dies and changes into moon beams." Sarah stood up and started to pace.

" The Ton argues over something with the Silver wolf and then Demon comes out of nowhere. Soon I am getting a WONDERFUL tour of the Underground in my nightgown and bare feet. Then we get the wonderful company of some more wolves. They tell me there names are Slider, Rip, Raider, and Shadow. Don't those names just inspire wonderful thoughts of protection? So here I am wondering if they are going to eat me that night, and I see a FREAKING DRAGON." Sarah took a deep breath. Jareth repressed the laughter that wanted to echo from his chest.

" So I get to ride Dragon back up to what this girl named Linka called the Heights. When we get there she tells me she is the Queen. Then YOU arrive and blow everything to hell. So Linka grabs her head, and stumbles with me to her Dragon. Then I get to hear ANOTHER voice in my head and get led to a room, were I am too tired to do anything but remove my boots and fall asleep. Then I get to wake up to the door crashing." Sarah threw her hands up into the air violently.

" And there is the most wonderful greeting. Four-headed wolves with fangs that are about two foot long. So the next thing I know I am dangling from a window seal. Then I am talking to Linka, after I saw this REALLY WEIRD SCENE, and now I am here. Any questions?" Sarah snapped.

Jareth frowned. " What are the Heitai Loman doing around. I thought the Packs…." Jareth's eyes narrowed. " The mongrel. What is Silver doing letting her worst enemy back out into the world?" Jareth growled, his voice lowering into the deep timbre of anger.

Sarah felt her eyes widen. What was going on? " Jareth do you want to explain to me what is going on? Why would anyone want to let one of those thing on my trail?"

" Because, dear Sarah, the Ring, Ton, and your looks all add up to one thing." Jareth told her calmly, his tone belaying the pounding of his heart.

" What?" Sarah demanded her tone frustrated.

" You are Anika, the Royal Princess of the Monqu, my fiancée, Reborn."

Sarah felt the world crash to her feet.

~*~

Linka looked around and smiled. Pulling herself to her aching feet she stretched in a bone-popping manner. Running her fingers through her long blond hair she smoothed it, and as she went, it braided itself back into its perfect braid. Another twist of her wrist and she received the feeling that she just stepped out of the shower into her clothes. It was nothing like a real bath, but this way she could get right to work.

And work she did. After three hours repairing the shields that Jareth and the damn Heitai Loman had messed up. And then she had to deal with Merlin who wanted to know everything about anything. She wondered if it was not worth just dismissing the woman.

And then there was the royal court. Most were simple scandalized that Loman had gotten through her shields. Linka had just shook her head. She would like the stand up to Jareth when he was in that mood and live. She had finally had the energy to track the Loman down and kill it -not the easiest task- and now she was back to square one.

Except that Jareth had Sarah and she was stuck having to tell Derian all that had happened. Not that she minded too much. She loved to have any excuse to talk to that man. The way his eyes sparkled to the expressions on his face.

She had been in love with Derian since she was 500 years old. She made no excuses and made no attempted to hide it. But the man was that. A man. He was so blind when it came to her. So she had hide all of the emotions her heart felt behind a friendly smile and best friend façade. She figured if she was lucky he would admit he was in love with her by the time she neared 6,000. That was only a couple decades away. Not that long to wait.

But she really wanted to be alone. Linka fell into a seat and sighed. She let her mind drift to the moment she had first met Jareth and Derian.

~*~

"ANIKA! Wait up!" 300 year old Linka screamed at her friends back. They were trying to get away from Lysella and Arana, two of the most prissy Fae you were going to meet. The two princesses were more willing to wrestle Monqu pups and fly Dragon back than climb into a dress.

Linka crashed into Anika by accident as she rounded the bend and the both sprawled into the mud Anika had been trying to miss. Linka's violet eyes met her friends blue ones. Both burst into laughter.

" Mommy is going to kill me." Anika gasped trying to wipe some of the mud from her long tresses. She only managed to bury it deeper.

"I know." Linka giggled again. " We were supposed to meet some of the Royal's this afternoon. Guess it will be put of again." Both girls just laughed again.

" Well, Jareth, what do we have here? A group of mud covered toad hoppers?" came a smooth tenor that showed no breaking of the adolescent.

" Looks like it." Came the voice of silk and honey.

Both girls turned to look a the men and held desperately onto there jaws. There was the Goblin Prince, he would not be king till he turned 800, and the heir to the Enchanted Forrest. How many times had they seen them dancing with older more mature girls?

" Oh look, Anika, is it not the prince of the bog of eternal stench." Anika wrinkled her nose at the smirking boy." Did you accidentally take a bath in that stuff?"

Jareth narrowed his gaze at them. THEY were the ones who were sitting in mud, not them. And they were the ones who should be embarrassed. Instead they had the nerve to insult them?

" Listen, little girl, why don't you go run home to you mommy?" He said maintaining his glare.

" Hey, goblin face, take this." Anika snapped back. Her quick temper had flared and she flung a full handful of mud straight into the smirking face of the Goblin King. Before Derian could laugh he found himself spitting mud.

Both boys glared at the girls. Anika and Linka mimicked each other's stances. " You want to say something else?" Linka demanded. Anika raised another handful and raised her arm back as if to prove a point. Both men disappeared and before they could celebrate heard the sounds of there mothers horrified screams.

Linka and Anika exchanged looks and sighed. They were in deep shit. But at least they had knocked the damn king down a peg or two.

~*~

Derian paced the castle walls as he heard the shouts coming from inside the Goblin Kingdome. He walked in and sat down, taking a discarded chair. This little argument could be interesting.

" NO WAY IN HELL!" Sarah screamed defiantly.

" Yes, Sarah you are." He growled back. His own temper was rising and Derian winced.

" No, Jareth I am not! Okay we MORTALS are not born over. Once we die we get to spend the rest of our lives laying in a nice grave in the cold earth AND WE STAY DEAD!" Sarah screeched.

" Listen to me. If you were mortal I would agree. BUT YOU ARE NOT. You are FAE!" Jareth railed at her.

" BULL SHIT! I was born to a MORTAL WOMEN Jareth. Get that through you thick skull. So there is NO WAY that I could have been born here and then there. I have seen my baby pictures so the fact that I was kidnapped is gone. PLUS ANIKA WAS A GROWN WOMEN." Sarah snapped her chest heaving with the effort it took to hold her pounding emotions in check.

" It is possible Sarah." Jareth informed her, his tone lowering to the to calm stage. He was about to let loose and it was not going to be pretty. " Have you never heard that all things are possible with magic? My mother sent Anika to the human world, Sarah, and sent her to be born of the mortal race, but with the blood of the Fae. Before I came into full power she was the most powerful, and it is possible. The fact that the ring that was made for Anika hand only came to YOU, that should say something. Anything made of magic here had, to a degree, a certain amount of ability to think. If anyone tried to wear that ring but here, it would kill them." Jareth exploded his nerves on edge.

Sarah opened her mouth to argue but Jareth would have none of it.

" The pack came to YOU. Not to anyone else, and Ton guards you. Ton bows to NO ONE. You are Anika. And if he takes me three days or three thousand years, you will believe me. " Jareth informed her, his temper coming back into check. Sarah stared at him wide eyed. The normally cold and dangerous Goblin King was looking at her with fire in his eyes.

" I will win you back, Sarah. And you are not going back. END of discussion." Jareth growled before disappearing in a ball of glitter.

Sarah sat down hard and stared at the floor her head spinning. ' And if he takes me three days or three thousand years, you will believe me.' Rang through her head. What the hell was he talking about?