Here's the last installment of my story, hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or Star Wars.

Chapter three: The Gift

"I wished that I could just see Sarah once more," Jareth sighed. "But that'll never happen, not in another thousand years. She's probably in some corporate world now, too busy to think about her friends here or the Labyrinth." "Well, you should always keep your options open and believe in wishes." "Yes, I guess I wi- Stop right there." Hoggle turned away from the door to see the towering storm that was Jareth. You know something I don't. What do you know that I don't know that you know?" He stepped away from the king and began fidgeting. "I promised your grace, I PROMISED!" The little one screamed before running out of the room trying to keep his brain from melting. Jareth was up from the bed and to the door in a leap. "Damn," he breathed. "I didn't think it was possible for him to run so fast. And what did he mean when he said to believe in wishes?" He mused aloud. (A/N: I think he likes the sound of his own voice) "Maybe I can be of help your majesty." He spun around to see the creature from the ballroom. "Sarah? Is it really you?" "Of course it is silly, you expecting a Fae?" He blushed, remembering his accusations. He caught her up in a hug before he realized what he was doing. Stepping away from her, he regained his composure. "Sarah, Sarah, Sarah," He murmured, circling her. "What could you be doing here? I don't have Toby, I haven't threatened anybody- you know of, and you certainly aren't here to see Hoggle." "And why not?" "Because he's been with you till yesterday." "You know about it then?" "Know about it? Dearie, I'm the one who sent him." She smiled. "Jareth, when was the last time you thought of me on your own. Without Hoggle asking to see me or talking about me." He decided to string her around and lie. "Oh, about 5 years ago." He inwardly grinned, soon she'll be putty in my hands. "So no dreams since then?" "Dreams? Who said anything about me dreaming of YOU!"

She smiled sweetly. "Me?" "You used your magic to give me dreams in the guise of a faery!" "Oh, so now I have magic." "How else could you have beaten me?" "By using my brain, silly." "That still doesn't explain the dreams." "Oh, them. You were correct, the faery queen ordered them not to stop until she got your kingdom." Jareth was puzzled. "Then why did they stop?" "Because she isn't queen. I am." He spun around and began pacing. "How?" ""After you defeated her by twisting her love one thousand years ago, she was a bitter old hag. She tried to use me against you but got consumed by her trickery." Sarah wickedly grinned. The grin sent chills down his spine, and he paced again. But he wasn't watching where he was going and tripped on the forgotten crystal from that morning. (A/N: Thought I'd forgotten it, didn't you?) Jareth fell back on the bed. She gently probed his ankle. "I think it's just sprained." He pushed her away. "I'm fine, leave me alone." "Nonsense, I can heal it. Anyway, I have a surprise to give you later."

"Now, about your present. I had no clue what to get you, so you may choose." She held out two presents, one in each hand, each a different color. "One will give you something nice, and the other will give you what you dream of. Choose wisely." He debated a moment, then chose the silver dream package. The wrapping melted away to reveal a crystal shaped like the cupcake Hoggle had given him. "I have to say, that's a lovely bit of workmanship you have there." "Take it." He took it from her hands, but nearly dropped it as it began to shift into something else. Within minutes, he held in his hands a perfect miniature replica of Sarah wearing a long white dress. "Thank you very much Sarah. It's beautiful." He genuinely smiled up at her. "I sense a yet coming at the end there." "You're right. It isn't exactly what I want." "Then how about this?" The mini-sarah grew until it was life size, and merged with the real Sarah. "This better?" She teased. "YES!" Jareth swung her around in a circle. "You want to know something?" "Yes, I would." "I love you with all my heart, I always have." "I love you too Jareth."

Wait, wasn't there a surprise coming? And what about Hoggle? What is he under the influence of?

Ten minutes later, Jareth and Sarah were walking toward the ballroom and her big surprise. They stopped right outside the door when he dropped to the ground. "Jareth! What's wrong? I thought I healed your ankle." "It's not my ankle, it's my heart." It took her a minute to realize he wasn't hurt, and the odd positioning he was in, kneeling on one leg. "it took me seven years to realize my feelings, and I'm sure I want this, I want you. Will you marry me, be my queen?" "Yes, and…." She pushed the doors open. "CONGRATULATIONS!" All his guards were there, along with some of her subjects. Long tables piled with food filled the room, at the head of which was a smaller table with their closest friends. "Let me guess, you anticipated this?" "I know you wanted to do things my way, (A/N: traditional human marriage) but I decided to do it our way." Hoggle walked up and waited for them to finish. "Your majesties, I came bestowing gifts." "Thank you." Jareth looked down at the dwarf's empty hands in wonder. "I'm here now to see them." His expression turned from wonder to confusion as he tried to figure out what he had given them. "He means me, us. He gave you me for your birthday," Sarah explained. "He promised not to say anything till I did, and I promised him this." She pulled from somewhere a DVD box set. Woohoo!!" He ran out of the room with it, presumably to a T.V. "When he was plotting with me, he got addicted to a certain movie." She explained. "I see. And what would this movie be that I'm going to hear for the next who knows how long?" She cringed. "Ouch. I'd forgotten I'm staying with you now. Star Wars." "Ahh. Would now be the right time to say that the only television here is in the room under mine?"

Author: ::evil cackle::

I hope you enjoyed the story. About the marriage thing though. I've read a lot of fairy tales, and it seems to me that only the ones who get married by a priest and everything are the ones marrying mortals. The other ones who go with another magical being just pledge themselves to each other or are married by sleeping together forever. You know, like the consort of the king is the queen by rights, or so forth. Just to get that out in the open.

And about Hoggle's obsession with Star Wars. Remember in part one and at the end of part two when he was twisting Jareth's title? I was trying to see if anyone recognized the obscure reference to Solo. ;_; Nobody did.

See you soon! ^.^

This story was inspired by and written for Derek Lee. Happy Birthday.