Thank you for all that reviewed. You make it worth it. And to Scotty. I WANT MY RECIPE. *Clears throat* Let me know what all y'all people think.

~Ravyn~

Ton trotted around the castle beyond the Goblin City. His ears were perked up and the hairs at the back of his neck were bristled. He would not sleep well in this place.

It was not the fact that is was what it was, it was the magic. Until the pack became part of Labyrinth, which could only happen one way, he would have difficulty associating himself to the feels and smells of the new magic. It was just the way it was.

Most of this place was odd. And this time it was not just the magic. But the creatures inside. All of the ideas and feelings here deified the laws of even the Underground.

Fairies only bite and laugh. Here they smiled and tended the Garden. Goblins were extremely stupid, but here they could be given tasks and allowed to do them without question.

Things here marched to there own tone. Ton looked up at the tall tower that Sarah was in. He wondered how much of it had to do with the Goblin king, or his love for the Mortal/Fae women who with stood all sanity.

~*~

Sarah turned and met a pair of highly amused eyes. There light blue color was the sky at its brightest. His dark hair fell just below his ears and his bangs fell only to highlight the color his eyes were. His form was about the same height as Jareth but he was more filled out.

" Who are you?" Sarah demanded raising a single brow. It never came to her to fear him.

" Derian." He offered his eyes watching her carefully. Sarah blinked because instead of leaving the feeling of bafflement it raised something in the back of her mind. Almost they're but not quite information rose only to sink back to where it came.

" Who?" Sarah said smoothly covering the silence easily. Hey if did not know what you were saying lie.

" King of the Enchanted Forest." He informed her, his tone taking on an air of prestige.

" If you want me to bow, there is a window right over there. You can take a flying leap." Sarah told him impatiently.

" I see why Jareth likes you." Derian told her calmly. " He always like a women who could keep him on his toes."

" Excuse me? Do you have a death wish? I refuse to have my person slandered like that. I want NOTHING to do with the thing you call a King. Jareth put me through hell the last time I was here and I have no wish to repeat the experience." Sarah snapped at him hotly.

" Women," Derian muttered under his breath. He cleared his throat and raised his voice. " You assume much. What gives you the right to judge someone who have only 11 or so hours with?" Derian questioned her.

Sarah rolled her eyes at the man. Where all men in the under ground this stupid? " 13, 11, 9 who give a shit. That man did his utmost to make my short, thank god, time here a living nightmare. I believe I have the right to draw conclusions."

" Do you? What gives you the right to sit here and judge what you do not know? What gives you the right to act like a spoiled brat?" Derian demanded in a cool tone. On the outside he was arrogant, but on the inside he was cautious. He had to know.

" Excuse me? Brat? You want to see brat? I sure I can pull out a pretty damn good temper tantrum if you are really in that big of a hurry to demand to see one. You ask me why I have the right to judge. What about you? Do you not sit there and mock me and challenge me the same way you accuse me of judging Jareth. I do not see how it is any of you damn business or what the hell you think you are. King or no king my brother had better manners at age two." Sarah hissed.

" Derian do us all a favor AND SHUT UP!" Linka's voice growled as she appeared in the room. Derian grumbled under his breath and sulked like a two-year-old that Sarah had accused him of being.

" Don't mind him. He just likes to get a rise out of people." Linka informed Sarah while pinning Derian with a look. He just sulked.

" Listen I will take you to one of the guest rooms and you can take a bath. I can leave you some new clothes and you can get out of those." She looked Sarah up and down. " What size shoe do you where?"

" Nine." Sarah said in a weary tone. Linka blinked and looked at Derian who made a later motion.

Linka took Sarah by the elbow and discretely told Derian with a series of hand motions to get his butt in gear and to go and talk to Jareth.

~*~

Sarah looked around the room that she had been given and gaped. The room was absolutely gorgeous and exactly what she would have done if she had the imagination to do it.

The man theme appeared to be dark blue with plum trim. The dark brown of the wood gleamed till it shown. The silk comforter, and sheets, gleamed.

Sarah shook her head and walked to a door that had an overlay of mermaids on the frame. Opening it she gaped at the sheer size of the room.

It was a large room with mass amounts of tile on the floor. The tile led to what appeared to be a small waterfall. The waterfall led into a bath that was steaming hot and ready for use.

Sarah chunked her clothes as fast as possible and wadded in. The water reached mid thigh and was just the right shade of hot. Looking around she saw a bag labeled soap. Sarah shoved her had in and frowned. It was what appeared to be sand. Shrugging she flipped her soaking hair over and began the long process of scrubbing. The sand lathered and foamed giving off the slight sent of honey suckles.

Sarah rinsed her hair and ran her fingers through the thick masses and smiled when she had not problem with snarls. The soap must have had a built in conditioner.

Quickly washes her body till the half-healed scratches bled she took every inch of dirt and grim off possible. Sarah had never been so clean or quite so red before.

Getting out she picked up the smaller of the towels and wrapped her hair into the folds. Picking up the large towel she wrapped herself in it and dried off quickly.

Sarah walked out of the bathroom and found a cotton (surprise!) nightgown, not unlike her own, laid out. Slipping into it she had just enough energy to comb out her hair and she fell under the covers. She might have heard the sound of someone tisking but maybe not.

~*~

Linka glared at the men in front of her and placed both hands on her hips. Her pale violet eyes were snapping fire and her body language said pissed.

Jareth cocked a single brow while Derian discreetly stepped behind the arrogant Goblin King. He thought about whistling a tone but it might get him killed.

" I out to hang both of you by your toes over the bog of eternal stench until I grew my first gray hair. WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU TWO THINKING? I sent her here because the oh so WISE Goblin King breaks my mental shields to shreds and unleashes a hell of a lot of magic. Then you Derian, the braniac, start spouting some type of shit I have never heard of. What was you problem." Linka demanded her tone hard as steel. She was in full 'I am the Queen of Dragons bow to me' mode.

" Hey she handled herself just fine against my…delicate questioning." Derian replied icily.

" DELICATE?" Linka screeched. Derian took another step behind Jareth and mentally bashed himself.

" If that was delicate then…then…Pridith is a six inch lizard." Jareth thought about saying something but changed his mind. " Lay off. She has been through I don't know…HELL?" Both men just blinked and she sighed. Throwing her hands up she turned around and stomped out. " If I here one thing about harassing I will skin you both and then dump your remains into the bog. Life time guarantee."

Jareth and Derian both looked at each other and shrugged. " Was it something we said?" They both chorused.

Jareth looked at Derian in amusement. " If you are going to marry the girl you should stop letting her walk all over you." Jareth told him blandly.

Derian snorted. " I got to make her fall in love with me first." He reminded Jareth plainly. " Looks like we are both wearing the same shoe." At his blank look Derian rolled his eyes.

" You have to get Sarah to fall for you. I have to get Linka to fall for me. GET THE PICTURE?"

" I have to do no such thing." Jareth informed him.

Derian snorted. " Let me remind you of a sentence. I will win you back, Sarah. And you are not going back. END of discussion. I believe those were your very words oh wise leader." Derian told him sarcastically.

Jareth glared at him and sighed. " So what are you suggesting we do?"

Derian fell out of the chair he had taken a seat in. The almighty, on a ten-foot horse, bow to me, King of the Goblins was asking for help.

" UH?"

" Derian." Jareth growled.

" Oh, right. Well its going to be a little harder cause Sarah does not like you. Of course Anika did not like you either…." Noticing the look on Jareth face he rushed on. " But maybe an apology?"

Jareth raised a brow and Derian shrugged. " I know that you are to good to apologies but you might as well get used to it. If she wants it know what do you think is going to happen when you guys get married? Do you like sleeping on the couch?" at Jareth's blank look Derian rolled his eyes.

A sharp scream broke their conversation before it could begin.

~*~

AN: Sorry that is a little shorter than normal. I am just happy to get it out. I hope that you all enjoyed. Things are going to get a little tricky from here on. Enjoy!