Okay sorry this took so long. Trying to juggle three stories was more than likely one of the stupider moves, but they were all there jumping up and down wanting out. So here they are. Or at least this one has an update!

This chapter is really a builder, *smile* and explains a few things. Next chapter the action begins! Not very many left really. Probably half a dozen, maybe more.

A special thanks to all my reviewers. Dragon Daughter, Aeryn says HI! And to Silver Space who lets me abuse her name! *Wink*

~Ravyn~

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own the Labyrinth. But if they're up for grabs, SEND THEM TO ME!

Derian stared at the pale form of a woman lying in the bed of dark purple sheets. The wounds had been bound and the white of the bandages was darker than her skin.

Derian cursed anything that came to mind and ran a hand though his hair. It all depended on how soon Pridith could arrive with the antidote. It was a fairly simple thing, ground dragon scale, but it was extremely hard to grind a scale. And absolutely no magic could be involved. Magic only strengthened the curse.

And that was why her wounds were only bandaged. If they so much as breathed glitter she would die.

Derian looked at Sarah, and her own skin tone was pasty. They had sat this way for who knew how long. Sarah on the right, him on the left. Both were praying for Jareth to return safely.

But for completely different reasons. Sarah saw a friend, a companion who was in danger. Saw a hero and savior who had fought back a demon. Derian saw a lover.

For they had been, some hundreds of years ago. Before Morgath had stuck her crooked nose into there affairs. Before she had cast Jareth into a cursed home and Anika had disappeared off the Underground.

They had been in love for such a brief moment. And then it had crashed down. She had been forced to rebuild her kingdom, for the magic Morgath used had been stolen, taken by a forceful death of Linka's mother and Dragon.

And so she had impressed the young princess dragon and began a long rule. A long lonely rule. She had told him it was best to leave things off till they were stable. Till they were more guarded.

And it had killed him. For so many hundred years he had dreamed of touching and holding her in his arms again. Of feeling her against him while he slept. O knowing she was by his side.

In some ways his was a far more killing curse than the one Jareth bore. For while Jareth had lost the one he had touched souls with, Derian's was still there, just out of reach.

"Don't you die on me Linka." Derian mummered. His grasped her bloody hand and refused to let go. "If you do I will have to kill you."

Nothing.

~*~

Sarah numbly registered the pain in her own body as she glanced around Jareth's library. Derian had kicked her out and told her to get some rest a few hours earlier. But sleep refused to come; something was nagging at the back of her mind.

And so she found herself at the base of a bookshelf holding a particular musty book with words she had no hope of comprehending. Sarah hoped there were decent pictures there.

Opening the first page she let her eyes absently wander the words. She thought nothing of it, at first, until they swam into focus.

Today Jareth told me he loved me. ME! A simple princess of no real means. No castle or dowry. ME!

I am so excited I think I might drop this pen. I don't have the words to describe what I am feeling. No song or poem could do justice to the emotions that plague my heart. I weep. For joy!

Sarah slammed the book closed and ran a hand over the cover. Dust cleared and she brushed against the strange markings. Her eyes unfocused and the refocused on the page. A single word was on the cover. Anika.

~*~

Sarah walked into the room that Anika was sleeping in. Her breathing had eased and was shallower. Sarah knew that something was wrong.

Walking over she unthinkingly put the hand with the owl ring on it onto her friend's arm. " Please." Sarah mummered. She thought of Jareth and the ground Dragon scale. " Please get here quickly." What happened next left her feeling dazed and more than a little lightheaded.

It felt like something inside of her was pulled from her grasped. It reached out and took the images that she had carelessly envisioned and pulled them to the surface. Sarah felt the ground and earth tremble under her foot, and when she forced her dazed eyes opened she stared into the startled mismatched gaze of Jareth.

" What?" Sarah asked weakly before her knees gave out. Strong arms grasped her waist and pulled her into a solid chest. She heard that sounds of rushing around her, the sounds of grinding, but all that she could focus on were the arms that held her so softly against him.

Jareth swung Sarah's limp form into his arms with an easy stride. She was tall but weightless. He held her there with an ease that was like breathing, Jareth barked out orders and watched Derian enter the room. He took one look at what was going on and took over.

Jareth walked out of the room with every intention of taking Sarah to her own room. It was only fair, but she weakly fought him.

" You need to rest." He told her, allowing a gentle tone to creep into his voice.

" No." Sarah whispered, her eyes closed. " Linka."

Jareth sighed and would have run a hand through his hair in frustration if he had a free hand. " You are barley conscious and she is not in the land of the living right now. Derian is in there. She will be fine. You on the other hand need to rest. I need to rest. I am sure you are going to pester me with questions till you get the answers you want when you get your strength back." Jareth informed her, taking on the tone of the King.

Sarah allowed a small smile to play across her full lips. She simply told him one thing. " Linka."

Jareth growled and spun on his heel. He stomped back into the room, carefully though, as not to jar her, and placed her into a small bed next to Linka's. The whole room had shifted with his appearance and Derian looked slightly put out.

Jareth pulled away but one of her hands weekly grabbed his wrist. Jareth looked at her with a large amount of surprise on his features. It quickly changed to nonchalant.

" Thank…You." Sarah managed before her body went limp. Jareth allowed himself a brief moment of relief before tracing her face with his thumb.

" Anything." Jareth told her sleeping form softly. He smirked. " For you I move the stars." With that he spun on his heel and marched out of the room with all of his returning arrogance. Derian calmly mixed the dragon scale into water and pretended he did not see anything.

But a small gleam of hope worked its way into his eyes.

~*~

Linka felt the extreme pain she had been in slowly melt away. Even half unconscious she could hear Derian growling at her. She did want to respond, but her body refused to allow it.

Some time later Linka forced her eyes open. Lolling her head to the side she smiled at Sarah's form. Sarah's lashes fluttered open as she looked at her friend. Midnight blue held pale violet.

" Are you stupid?" Sarah whispered. " I thought you had gone to the moon paths." Sarah frowned after she said the words, and Linka tried not to laugh. Seemed like her friends past was catching up with her.

"Its eternal dance of death,

While we chase the moon beams,

In life; it a forever dream,"

Linka softly quoted. Sarah looked at her, eyes wide with one of the strangest looks. It would have been comical, if laughing did not jar her aching ribs.

" That sounded familiar." Sarah finally said.

" It should." Linka layed back down, her eyes fluttering shut. " Anika wrote it."

~*~

Sarah stood her eyes wide and her mouth open. She had been desperately flipping though the book she had stolen from the library and trying to see if it was right.

Was Linka right?

And it so what did it mean? Could Jareth have been really telling the truth? Sarah thought about the way he had held her so firmly yet no trace of anything but tenderness in his hold. It sent Goosebumps down her spine.

Sarah flipped though a page and stopped cold. Her eyes ran over the words as her mind tried to prove her wrong.

Dancing with the wind,

Towards the silver moonbeams,

Following a distant star,

Together forever mind mates are.

Never ending, always moving;

Chasing silver moonbeams,

The pack will hunt,

Mind mates forever.

Chasing the silver moonbeams,

The Hunt begins.

Never to end; its eternal dance of death,

While we chase the moon beams

In life a forever dream.

Sarah dropped the book with numb fingers. Her vision swam again but this time with tears. She was doomed to love the Goblin King. Something that did not seem so dreadful as it once had. Sarah had never been more afraid.

~*~

Derian and Jareth simple starred at each other from across the den. Both wore identical expressions. Both women they loved had been in danger. It was time someone paid.

Derian watched his friend slip from King, if that was not arrogant and proud enough, and into full fledged 'I am going to kick you ass' mode. Otherwise known as 'stay the hell away', or 'battle mode'. Right now anything was going to set him off.

" Do you know what Morgath is trying to accomplish?" Jareth questioned his tone soft. Derian struggled not to turn and run away like a small little child instead of being the King of Enchanted Forest.

" Linka said she was going to follow up on something." Derian admitted. " That's why she wanted to met in the garden. And more then likely why the Loman's were doing."

" So its not just Sarah they are after?" Jareth questioned turning and drilling two holes into Derian with his gaze.

" It would seem so. Those Loman knew what Linka was going to do before Linka would."

You are correct. The mental voice of Pridith interjected. Derian and Jareth both started. Ton came in on soft feet.

If Silver is going to become the Alpha Leader she must kill both Sarah and I. This is why she struck a bargain with the evil one. Ton informed then. He sat on his back paws and it served to remind Jareth and Derian the immense size of the animal.

We must form a plan. Pridith chastised softly. I refuse to have our Kingdoms fall after so many years. We are almost to a place of peace.

Jareth nodded slowly. " But how do we stop her? I am still under her spell, but hopefully not for long." Jareth pinned Ton with one of his looks but Ton just looked back as if he was a cat.

" But what can we do till Linka is better?" Derian questioned.

I will prepare the Dragons. Pridith said gently. Both men stiffened. War was the only thing that caused the Dragons to move. The only time they had ever seen them fight the race they had tried to kill had been obliterated.

I am the Alpha male of more than my team. I shall, when the time is right, take the leadership from Silver. Keaton's blood flows in my veins and with it the magic of my ancestors. Ton deftly replied. He turned on his paw to head back to Sarah. But before he did he turned one last look at Jareth.

I do not stand by Keaton when he said you were worthy of her love. Jareth hissed between his teeth.

I stand by my own. You have my honor.

Jareth watched Ton go and felt satisfaction well into his heart. Satisfaction and hope. As far as blessings went he had been given one. To put it in wolf terms, Sarah was fair game.

'You had better run while you have the chance, Sarah. For when I catch you, I am not letting go.'