AN: Aaaaghhhh really nervous about this chapter, so please review and tell me what you think. Good or bad! Ok I know everybody wants to know what's going on with Taren. I haven't forgotten about her. She is still around to cause trouble. And I'm not saying anything else on that matter, (apart from you will learn why she wants revenge.)

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Jareth stopped his pacing as he heard her call. His first instinct was to go to her immediately. Stopping himself with a mental shake of his head he said aloud. " What does she think I am? A servant who comes when called?"

Taren woke when he started to speak her mind groggy with sleep. "Who thinks you're a servant, my lord?" Jareth turned blazing eyes upon her. "I think." Jareth began as a scream so loud it filled his head, for a moment he saw stars. Sarah was in trouble, and pain. He had to go.

Focusing back on Taren he ordered, "Leave." He missed the flash of hate in her eyes as he disappeared.

"Jaaretthh!" Sarah scream, turned into a screech at the end.

She curled into a ball, and wrapped her arms around her stomach, trying to ward of the pain. Her eyes screwed up.

'Why was he taking so long?' It seemed like hours since she had called him when in reality it had only been a few seconds. The pain had lasted just as long, but was now thankfully easing.

'He wasn't coming, he was taking his revenge now, he had planned this.' Sarah was accusing him even as someone put their hand on her shoulder.

Opening her eyes, she looked straight into his miss matched ones.

"What's the matter Sarah? Where's the pain?" Jareth was concerned, Sarah was in too worried, and in too much pain she didn't notice.

"I-I only called you, b-because theirs no one, e-else, and I, c-can't reach the, p-phone" Her voice was halting, as she struggled to catch her breath.

"S-so if you would be good as to, p-pass the phone, Y-You can be on your merry, w-way." Jareth said nothing, as he looked into her eyes, he could see her pain clearly. And all she had called him for, was to pass her something, called a phone.

Sarah began to sob in earnest now. "Please! Please! The telephone I." Gasping she clutched herself tighter, little sobs tore out of her.

Jareth saw her arms clenched over her stomach, and bent down to unclench them, Sarah was shaking her head at him, she fought against releasing them, they were the only things keeping the pain from overtaking her. But her strength was no match for his. As her stomach was bared to his view, he sat back shocked, "Well no wonder you ran from me." He said to her, his voice dripping fury. Sarah didn't hear him, her arms were back around her stomach, and she was concentrating on not screaming.

'So the whore, had found herself in trouble had she.'

And now she wanted his help. Had she known the night they had spent together.

He should just leave her here to her fate other women had delivered alone and lived to tell the tale.

Sarah blew the last of the pain away, opening her eyes once more, she saw Jareth take a step back. He was leaving she couldn't believe it.

"Please Jareth I need to call someone!" She looked straight into his eyes willing him to help and to understand. "It's too early, the baby, it's not due yet."

Jareth gasped as realisation dawned. "How early?" His voice was hoarse with shock.

Sarah looked away from him. Jareth grabbed her arm. "How early?" his voice more forceful.

"Two months" came the answer.

The child was his! She had kept it from him, and she would have continued to keep it from him, if not for the fact she had needed help.

But there would be enough time for anger later. The child, his child was in danger. He had to get help, but how,

The castle. The thought sprung out.

Thea, the cook, she knew a lot about healing, and he knew she had served as a midwife on many occasions.

But to get her there would mean magic, and in her present state would it harm her, and the babe if he tried. Well there was one way he could do it, if she was in a very deep sleep, her body's natural instincts would be dormant, She wouldn't be able to fight the magic.

"Sarah, I'm going to help." "Thank you." Grateful tears welled in her eyes. "But I'm going to have to use magic, and the state your in now, your body will subconciously fight it." Sarah waited, as he went on. "I'm going to have to put you into a deep sleep, you have to trust me. For the sake of the child. You have to trust me!"

Sarah looked at him, to trust the man who had lied to her. She didn't know. But for the sake of her child she was willing to risk it. "Okay." She would have said more. But another pain began its approach. Her hand tightened on his, her nails gripping the skin painfully.

Jareth prised her hand away, moving to her, he pulled her into his arms.

He pressed his hand to her forehead, and gently pushed a sleep spell into her, deepening it slowly, so as not to cause a reaction.

He summoned a crystal and with a flash they were in his bedchamber. Picking her up he carried her to the bed, laying her down gently, he summoned another crystal and sent it to the kitchen to fetch Thea.

A moment later Thea, stood in the room, looking bewildered.

Seeing her King she stuttered. "M-my lord." And sank into a curtsey.

"There's no time for that, come over here." He indicated the bed. Thea saw for the first time a young girl, lying there, obviously pregnant.

She looked at the goblin king in question. "Save the child Thea. Save them both, My child Thea, and My lady." Thea heard his voice tremble slightly. "Yes my lord, you must tell me what happened." And Jareth proceeded to tell her all he knew.

Sarah woke she was deeply confused, she remembered calling Jareth and she remembered him putting a spell on her but she didn't know where she was. Looking around she saw she was in a bed a luxurious bed with green and black drapes she was sure were made of silk.

This definitely wasn't her apartment. She could here people talking two of tem a man and a woman she recognised Jareth's voice but the other was a stranger.

Footstep approached the bed, and Jareth came into view.

Only then did she realise she hadn't had a pain since she had woke, the thought worried her although she was grateful for it's absence, what did it mean?

"Jareth, the pain is gone. How? Why?" She stuttered to a stop.

Jareth chose to ignore her questions, until he could be sure, he could answer them without causing her more upset.

"Sarah your awake at last." He indicated to Thea. "This is Thea, she has been treating you." Thea smiled in greeting, curtsied and said "My Lady"

Sarah nodded her head, looking back to Jareth, "Treating me for what. Whets wrong with me with. The baby? Is it alright?"

Jareth leaned forward and took her hand; her rubbed it gently, trying to sooth her.

"Now, now, Sarah, don't upset yourself, it's really not good for you, especially after your close call." Mentally kicking himself Jareth turned from Sarah, and looked pleadingly at Thea, Who had directed her attention to the silk drapes.

Sarah was panicking now.

"You haven't seen upset yet, but you will, if you don't tell me now, right this minute, what is wrong with, MY baby." Overstating the word my, brought a scowl from Jareth. Sarah drew a breath, and calmed herself a little. Covering the hand, that covered hers. "Please Jareth, I need to know, I'll only worry more if you don't tell me."

"The answer to you question is simply this," he paused to draw in a breath. "The child you carry. My child, is half Fae. And as a child of magic. It needs magic to survive, and the atmosphere of Earth, being void of all magic. Is Killing it.





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