Author's Note: In response to a confused reader's inquiry about why I had "killed" Sarah off and then brought her back to life without saying how, if you read carefully she never died. Read the end of chapter 13 very carefully, and it says "FOR ALL THEY KNEW SHE WAS DEAD", which means that she could've been dead or not, they didn't know. I'm sorry if it was that confusing, it wasn't meant to be, and I hope I didn't confuse anyone else. Please keep reviewing, as I love getting reviews.

PS: This is decidedly the last chapter of the story. Sorry, but between work and soccer I have no time to write, so I decided to wrap it up with a love scene.

Also, this chapter is rated R, because of the steamy scene at the end. Don't read if you are easily offended. Thank you!

Chapter 15: Passion

As the trolls approached the now near demolished building that Jareth, Ishtar, and Sarah were looking out of they heard a great yell and looked around to see where it was coming from. Coming from their right was Yetzel, Hoggle, Sir Didymus, and Ludo, all leading a great number of goblins behind them, along with what was left of the legions of good sprites, pixies, fairies, elves, gnomes, and dwarves. Sarah with a delighted gasp ran excitedly towards are all her friends and hugged them all in turn. "What are you guys doing here?" she asked happily. "We can to help ye, missy," Hoggle explained, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

Yetzel chimed in, while flying around Sarah's head, "You didn't think we'd let you have all the fun did you?" she asked. Ishtar and Jareth stood behind them, watching the oncoming hordes quietly. It was clear to anyone that Ishtar was torn between helping his friends who had stuck by him and his son whom he hadn't seen in almost twenty years. His voice was deceivingly calm as he said, "Maybe if I talk to him, he'll change his mind." Sarah shook her head in disagreement. "It's too dangerous. Besides, that creep Feldman probably has him brainwashed against us." And as the hordes came within yards of the waiting kings and their armies, Conway called out to Feldman who had by now gathered his wits enough to follow everyone outside, "Which is the villainous man who slain my mother, and dares to call himself my father?" Ishtar stepped forward, and for a moment everything seemed to happen in slow motion. He approached Conway on his horse with tears in his eyes and said, "Yaelin, my son, I am your father." A great mask of pain and rage covered Conway's face and he jumped down angrily from his horse and went to strike Ishtar, but he grabbed his fist before it could make contact. "Feldman, your uncle, and your mother planned to take over my kingdom and they took you, and there was nothing I could do about it. It's true, I had your mother killed, but she was guilty of treason. I had no idea you were still alive. I've searched for so long to find you," Ishtar explained passionately. Still in a hostile mood, Conway pulled back from Ishtar and pulled a knife from a sheath on his belt. "You may be my father, but I still intend to kill you," Conway snapped, but before he could take a step further, Jareth was on him, pulling his arm behind his back, and the popping of bones could be heard. Conway, being stronger than Jareth, was able to release his arm from Jareth's grip by punching him in the stomach with his free hand. Jareth doubled over in pain from the blow. Sarah rushed forward to aid Jareth, and by then all hell had broken loose. The trolls were handling the elves, fairies, sprites, goblins, pixies, gnomes, and dwarves as if they were rag dolls. Recovered from the blow to his chest, Jareth had been conjuring crystals left and right, and Sarah and himself had been throwing them at the trolls as fast as their arms would allow. Ishtar and Conway had started to battle using swords, and the clash of metal on metal could be heard as they parried and thrust back and forth. "Yaelin, please, don't do this," Ishtar begged. He didn't want to be responsible for the death of his own son, but, yet again, he didn't want to die either. It was a matter of self- defense. Conway took his moment of weakness as an advantage, and his blade sliced through the skin of his left arm. Ishtar knew what he had to do, and he tripped his son with his foot, and once he was on the ground, he brought his sword straight down into Conway's abdomen. A torrent of blood rushed over Conway's lips and his eyes fluttered close. His last breath gurgled past his lips through the blood and mingled with the air. Ishtar sank to his knees in despair with his head in his hands. "What have I done?" he whispered guiltily. "This is so not working," Sarah said in between throws of spheres. "All right, keep throwing them, I have an idea," Jareth replied. Holding his hands out in front of him, he concentrated hard as beads of sweat started to form on his brow. He had never tried to conjure anything as large as the stone of ages before, but now lives depended on it. A slow forming light gathered in between his hands, and the stone faded into view. Jareth breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the weight of the stone in his gloved hands. Ancient words rolled forth from his tongue as he recited an incantation to banish the trolls back from whence they came. It took a while, but eventually, the masses started to disappear before their eyes. The remaining numbers of creatures cheered in delight as their king had saved them. "Nothing to it," Jareth wheezed sarcastically. Then he set the stone on the ground and a bright beam of light shot forth and sprinkled color back to the kingdom. "It's so beautiful," Sarah whispered gaily as the buildings were restored to their former glory and the world was bright and vibrant once again. Ishtar stepped forward awkwardly to Sarah and apologized to her and thanked her for her help. "I was wrong to say the things I did," Ishtar explained with tears in his eyes and a lump in his throat. "Maybe mortals really are good for something." Sarah laughed a short sad laugh and said, "You better believe it." Jareth had Feldman bound and gagged, and yes, it really was necessary. With the threat of the trolls, demons, and dark sprites gone, the goblins, dwarves, gnomes, fairies, elves, and pixies were all able to go about their business in their own kingdoms once again. Later that evening in the castle beyond the Goblin City, Jareth and Sarah sat together on a balcony ledge overlooking the labyrinth. " I feel bad for Ishtar. Imagine having to kill your own son with whom you had just found. Are you sure he's going to be OK?" Sarah asked Jareth. Jareth shook his head. "He's fine for now, I think it will really sink in later." "It's actually pretty magnificent when you're trying to solve it," Sarah said, referring to the labyrinth stretched out below them. Jareth chuckled then looked at her. Her face was upturned towards the stars, and they seemed to be reflected in her eyes. Jareth couldn't help but think how beautiful she was just then. She could feel his gaze on her and she looked over at him and saw him watching her. "What?" she asked. They say that actions speak louder than words, and with a twinkle in his eye, Jareth leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. He started to pull away after he had kissed her, but she put a hand to the side of his face, looking into his eyes, and pulled his lips back to hers.

The kiss was deep and intense, and their tongues danced as their breaths mingled. Jareth placed a hand behind Sarah's head to pull her closer to him and deepen their kiss even further. Sarah moaned at the intense sensations that the kiss was feeding. She had never felt more alive and she knew at that moment she had never wanted anyone else but the man kissing her now. Slowly, they parted, panting for breath, grasping each other tightly in their arms. "Jareth, I need you," Sarah whispered hoarsely, pulling Jareth to her, and then fell backwards, him on top of her, and again their lips locked in an intricate dance of passion. His knee parted her legs and caressed the inside of her thighs and the juncture between them. Sarah moaned against his lips and her back arched, while her fingers tangled in his hair. And as he kissed her senseless, their clothes were frantically torn from limbs with shaky hands, their need mindlessly driving them on. Once they were naked and their bodies exposed and aroused from the cool night air trailing over them, he gently slid into her, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from Sarah. She lifted her knees and held his waist between them as he circled his hips against hers. And as they moved higher and higher into orgasmic bliss, the pulsing deep inside of Sarah suddenly exploded in a wild burst of pleasure that racked her body with wave after wave of sensation. Jareth wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding perfectly still, to increase her pleasure, his breath coming in fast, deep pants against her cheek. He waited until they subsided, his heart thundering against his ribs, and then he drove into her, no longer able to control the force of his thrusts, his whole frame jerking convulsively again and again as his warmth spurted into her. Floating in a sea of mindless joy, her body still joined with his, Sarah felt Jareth move onto his side and he brought her with him, and she slowly drifted back to consciousness. "Jareth, I love you," she whispered. Jareth smiled lazily, his mind still cloudy from their love making, and with his arms wrapped around her body, and the stars still shining above them brilliantly he whispered back, "I love you, too, Sarah. I've always loved you. I'm sorry that I had to hurt you before we traveled to the Old Kingdom, and I still want to marry you, that is, if I haven't scared you off," he joked. Sarah smiled and buried her head in Jareth's chest; "You haven't scared me off. It takes a lot to scare me. What happens now?" she asked curiously. Chuckling, Jareth replied softly while stroking her hair, "Now. now we live." And they stayed like that all into the morning, holding each other, talking, and making love off and on. Below them, the kingdoms of the Underground shone radiantly as all the colors of the rainbow reflected in the eyes of the inhabitants living there.

The End

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. If not, that's OK. How was the love scene? It was my first one, and I hope it wasn't too trashy, I tried to keep it simple. Anyway, please review!