Okay so sorry this took so long. Softball games take up most of my free nights and I only get weekends and Wednesday off. So updates are going to be fewer. Sorry bunches. Reviews do encourage though. J .

~Ravyn~

Disclaimer: I do not own. Like duh.

Sarah dragged herself from the long slumber of the dead. She could care less what time it was, or how long she had layed there. She wondered if it was possible to lay so long your muscle hurt from the lack of movement. Hopefully that stage was some time away.

Sarah sighed and buried her face in the soft fabric of her sheets. The silk was easy against her bruised muscles. Sarah snuggled back into the feather pillow and then froze.

Sarah groaned when she remembered that she was back into the hands of the one man she swore NEVER to see again. Why was it when you said never it came back and bit you in the butt?

Sarah sighed as she rolled over and looked at the high ceiling. She shuddered as she thought about the spiders that could be crawling on those high ledges. Sarah shook her head. She refused to think about it.

Stiffly climbing out of bed she groaned out loud. The muscles that she had not used in sometime let her know acutely were they were. And in great loud screaming voices of pain. Sarah limped back into the area that had been the hot bath. She needed it badly.

~*~

Sarah wrapped the long body towel around her know semi-ache free body. She padded into her room with a sigh and ran a hair through her waist length hair. She pursed her lips and looked into it. Maybe she should cut it?

" Don't even think about it." came a smooth slightly accented voice.

Sarah grasped the towel with one hand a screamed. Looking into the slightly wild eyes Goblin King she caught her breath. Still so beautiful. The thought ran through her head rapid fast.

" Jareth, GET OUT!" Sarah screamed in vexation. Her hands were knuckle white against the towel.

" Sarah you are in my Castle." He reminded her dryly, carefully taking in her full figure hidden by the towel.

Sarah felt her eyes widen at his look. An idea tickled in the back of her mind. There was no way in hell that she was going to be in the same room half-naked with the Goblin king.

" TON!" Sarah hollered at the top of her mental and physical voice. Jareth's eyes widened slightly. He had not expected that of all the things she could have done.

Jareth glared and began to advance when a three-foot with out standing wolf was in his way. Ton snarled with quite a bit a fury behind his eyes.

" You may have won this round. But I shall win the war." He replied before giving her an exaggerated bow and disappearing leaving a slight sprinkle of glitter in the air.

Sarah fell back against the bed and groaned.

Is there a reason, mind-mate, that you had me face down the Goblin King? Ton questioned in a very exaggerated mental tone.

" Excuse me? Let me tell you a few things. Me. Him. Me in a towel. Him with to many eyes. In bedroom. Get the picture."

So you are not unfeeling. This is good.

" I have one word. HUH?" Sarah snapped as she marched her way to the closet. " DRESSES?" Sarah slammed her head against the door. " Why did I have to be sent back to the medieval times. PEOPLE WEAR PANTS." Sarah growled when she got no answer, that she really expected one.

~*~

Sarah walked down the ever-ending halls and tried not to think about what the sky blue dress did for her. She hoped that she could avoid the dress and drag to do the hola, Goblin King.

Sarah snickered when she imagines her favorite Disney character, tamion, off the Lion King, doing the dress and drag for they hyena's. Imagining Jareth in that picture caused her to double over.

" Would you mind telling me what you find so very amusing?" A gentle voice whispered. Sarah pulled herself up right and barley managed to keep from hissing.

In front of her was what could only be called a woman, if the term was loosely used. Her black hair was scraggly and fell in unhindered knots to her shoulders. Her eyes were so dark they absorbed the light and threatened her soul.

Sarah blinked and the image shifted to a young woman with golden curls. Sarah desperately tried to sort the images and realized that she had been asked a question.

" A inside joke." Which you are on the outside of. Sarah thought smugly.

" Really? Have you seen Jareth around? We have a…what is the mortal term…date." She mummered while smiling sweetly.

" Date? And no." Sarah informed her trying to understand why she wanted to reach out and slap this under sized form shifting women.

The woman just nodded and shifted…and was gone. Sarah desperately tried to sort it all out. Biting one lip he headed to the one place she could think. The garden.

~*~

Jareth felt his entire bodies stiffen and he turned slowly to the woman who had locked himself into this eternal hell pit. He allowed a small smile to frame his lips as he stared her down.

" Morgath. Coming to see me? That's daring." He mocked his body and his stance cold.

" Coming to claim what is mine." Morgath corrected. Her own dark smile was just as cold.

" Claim? I see nothing that is yours." Jareth mocked her raising his light brow.

" This labyrinth. Everything that belongs to you is mine. And I want it back."

" I believe you are mistaken. I see nothing that is yours. This is my Kingdom. Go back to your tower and your doom." Jareth ordered, his aura flashing the anger and hate he showed this woman.

" You can not run forever." Morgath hissed. She stalked out but stopped an evil smile tugging at her lips. " To bad you left Anika all alone. Or it is Sarah?"

Jareth was gone before the door clicked.

~*~

Linka looked up and smiled. She patted the seat next to her and Sarah sat down with a sigh. Linka put to book to her side and took the odd looking glasses from her nose.

" Is something the matter?" Linka questioned gently.

Sarah bit her lip and tried to frame a question. She wanted to know about the women but she wanted to know about the whole change what you look like thing.

" There was this person. She was rather…unattractive." Sarah finally said.

" Not everything here is beautiful. Just most of it." Linka told her, her eyes distant.

" But I blinked. And she became perfect." Sarah hesitantly told her. Afraid of seeing something bad.

"HMMMM. That could mean a few things. The most likely is that the magic in your blood is waking up. Seeing through illusions is one of the more powerful gifts. But it takes quite a bit to do it." Linka looked at her as if judging her words. " Anika was very strong in that area."

Sarah blankly looked over the perfect hedges and the twinkling laughter of hiding fairies. She bit her full bottom lip and sighed.

" What did she look like?" Linka questioned.

" Huh?"

" This girl you say you saw." Linka pressed.

" How did you know it was a women?" Sarah demanded.

" Most women are gifted strongly in illusions." Linka said simply.

" Dark knotted hair and dark, evil eyes." Sarah mummered trying not to think of soul stealing pit.

" WHAT?" Linka snapped. Her violet eyes roamed the hedge. The now silent hedge. "Sarah get under the bench now. And if you can tell you pack to stay away from here…" her sentence was cut off by a howl ripped from many throats.

Sarah watched in horror as the four headed monster thing that attacked her at Linka's charged.

Once second Linka was there, the next the wolf was missing a head and Linka was rolling away with a sword clutched in her hand. Her shoulder was bleeding from a many-clawed swipe.

" Damn." A male voice mummered. Turning in surprise she was met with Derian and Jareth. " The thing got her. I hope you have the antidote ready." Derian hissed his eyes worried.

" We can do nothing until she kills it." Jareth hissed, his own eyes narrowed.

" What do you mean. HELP HER!" Sarah screamed in Derian's ear. He winced and pulled away.

" We can't. Those things can only be killed by iron, and she is the only skilled in close combat like this. We can handle swords, but Linka is the only known Fae that can kill Heitai Loman." Derian said in a tense voice.

" WHY?" Sarah hissed feeling slightly queasy as she watched two more heads looped off. Three to go.

" Because of her connection to Dragon blood she can withstand the poison that races even now through her veins. The Heitai Loman are poison through and though. That is why the queen of the damn uses them. And it is why the pack also must hide from them." Jareth mummered.

Linka watched the last head fall off and the body dissolve. She felt the ice-cold restraints of her body slowly fall away and her legs give out. Just before her world went black she felt familiar arms catch her fall.

" Derian."

~*~

Morgath hissed. " You may keep them at bay, Dragon Queen, but I will destroy what little hope you have left."

Evil laughter raced though the Castle of Doom.