Disclaimer: you know its not mine yadda!!!

A/N: I know this story just seems to be dragging on, but I honestly don't know where I am going with it. When a new idea pops into my head I just write it down and go with it. So I will get somewhere…eventually…hopefully…maybe…

Sarah opened her eyes, slowly, afraid of what she would see. She knew in her head that she was still caught in the Labyrinth, but her heart told her she was home. Sitting up her head spun, the room swimming in front of her. "Tarrick!" she whispered. "Oh fuck! What did I do?" The fog in her head clouded the events that had unfolded in the forest. It was like she was hung-over, remembering bits and pieces of the night before. Knowing that something crucial had happened and that it was buried in there somewhere, she just had to find it.

The teddies and toys around her stared at her, making the hair on the back of her neck rise. They knew what it was that had happened, everyone and everything in the Labyrinth knew, only she was in the dark. Lying on the bed, she looked around at everything that belonged to her, or rather the replica of everything that belonged to her. The sensation of being watched grew stronger. Sarah flew to her feet, a scream erupting from her dry throat. Teddies, toys, books, everything was thrown from its place, sent soaring through the air, battering off of opposite walls. The bed was stripped, the mattress thrown to the floor. The curtains covering the window, pulled from the rail. When she was finished the whole room was in disarray.

Scream after scream erupted from deep within her. A rage so strong took over her body, but who was she really angry at? She was angry with Tarrick for not letting her go home. She was angry with herself for going back to the Labyrinth. Angry that she had gotten herself into another situation within the Labyrinth that she had no way of getting out again. She was stuck, caught within the Labyrinth. She wanted to go home, but felt that the Labyrinth was her home.

Anger and confusion were the only emotions that she felt, and she knew that Tarrick was enjoying every moment of it, but she had no control over her emotions. He had done something to her, but what was it? "I have to know!" Sarah said to the mess that surrounded her feet.

"I can show you.! Tarrick stood in the door way. "If you want to know that badly." A smile spread lazily across his face. "It's no trouble."

"I don't want you to touch me." She was still angry.

"Are you sure about that?"

Sarah knew that the answer should have been yes, yes she was sure she didn't want him to touch her, but she couldn't say it. Her head and heart were conflicted. She was so confused. If only she could remember, but the thoughts that she so desperately sought would not come to her.

"What did you do to me?" She asked as her voice shook.

"Nothing that you did not want to happen." His voice was still silky smooth, his composure calm. This alone was enough to make her scream, and she did, in Tarrick's face. A high pitched screech that left his ears ringing.

"I'm tired Tarrick. Tired of this place, tired of these games and you, Tarrick. Most of all I am tired of you."

The smile fell from his face, as did the silkiness of his voice. "Then it will end!" He stared at her, penetrating her soul. "…with one final kiss. One kiss that will reveal all that you seek to know."

"All?" Sarah was sceptical, how could she possibly believe anything thath e said, he was the Goblin King. If he was anything like Jareth then he was a natural born liar. Anything and everything he said was sure to be a lie. But Sarah found herself believing in him, believing that there could be an ounce of goodness and decency in him somewhere, buried deep. Buried very deed down, all she had to do was find it.

"Everything! Including the reason you came here…Jareth and your mother. After all that is the only reason you returned, to discover the truth about the picture that you found." The smile had returned, as had the cockiness.

"My mother!" Sarah whispered, Tarrick watching her closely.

"Your mother! But you have to promise not to hate me for telling you. Do you promise?"

"Tarrick, please if you know, tell me? I have to know."

"Okay, but you wont like it. The picture that you found of your mother and Jareth was…are you ready for this?"

"Yes!" She almost screamed at him again, but her voice was barely a whisper.

"It was a fake, a sham, to get you to return to the Labyrinth. A trick to bind you to me."

"You're lying!"

"Why would I lie to you, Sarah? Huh? What possible reason would I have? Seeing you suffer is the only pleasure I get out of life."

"You're lying. I will find what I want to know whether you tell me or not."

Turning away from him Sarah stared out of the window, determination in her heart.

"You are a fool." Tarrick said coolly. "As you will soon find out." His boot heels clicked on the concrete floors, as Jareth's had done, as he left Sarah alone in the room. Once he was gone she allowed a single tear to drop, a tear for Jareth, whose help she needed now more than ever.