Disclaimer: I do not own avthing in the Labyrinth. But I had to use it, or else all I'd have would be Hawk running up and down my street, which would be pretty pointless.

A/N: Hey, I'm sorry it took me so long to get this up. I had lost the first part of the chapter, and I really didn't feel like re- writing it, but YAY! I found it, so fun fun fun! Anyway, thanks to everyone who read and reviewed, ore even just read.

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Hawk jogged up to where the others stood. Hoggle sat against the wall, his face red with shame. The other two just stood in the middle of the hall, waiting.

"Have you noticed we seem to be running a lot?", Sarah asked dryly.

"Not my fault." He muttered. "You escape a madman, you run away. It's quite simple, really."

Lynda looked at him coldly. "You're not so. chipper, are you?"

"What do you mean?" Hawk asked warily, slinking to the floor.

"You know what I mean. Christo."

Hawk rolled his eyes. "Oh, boy."

"I recognize that name." Lynda continued.

Hawk looked up at her, his head cocked to the side. "Does it really look like I care?"

"I care."

"That's nice."

"You-"

"Listen, lady-" Hawk sighed, exasperated.

"Your maj-"

Hawk leapt to his feet, standing as much as a foot taller than Lynda. He had his arms crossed, and his fair fell into his face. As he spoke, his voice was a low, throaty growl.

"You really have no clue how annoying you are, do you?" Lynda glared at him, but he had already turn around.

"We stay here for the night."

He walked several paces down the hall and sat-his back to his companions- staring into the distance.

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"How does Jareth know you?" Hawk turned to see Sarah standing behind him.

"It's late. You should be sleeping."

"I can't"

She came up and sat next to him.

"He called you Christo." She said softly.

Hawk nodded his head.

"Why?"

"It's my given name. You don't think my parents named me Hawk, did you?"

Sarah shrugged. "This is a confusing place."

"Not really."

There was silence for a while.

"Are you going to answer my question?"

"I did."

"Not the first one."

"I don't want to answer the first one!" Hawk snapped. "And I don't like questions!"

"I just want to know what I'm dealing with!" Sarah retorted, equally furious.

"He killed them to get to me!" Hawk shouted. Sarah fell silent.

"My wife. my daughters. he had them taken from my home and brought to the castle. And there they were held. then killed.

He let out a lone sob, then regained his composure. "He held them for three days. I was away for seven."

"What. why did he want you?"

"He didn't want me specifically. He want a kept s-. a kept thief. And I AM the best." Like magic, Hawk was back to his normal self- cocky, arrogant, sly. But still a shadow loomed over his face.

"I don't think you're really telling me why he wanted you.
"That's because I'm not."

"Why not."

Hawk laughed in her face. "It's none of your business."

"I want to know!"

"And I want to forget." He answered, his eyes ice cold. Then he got up and walked away.

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The next morning, Sarah felt a boot tip dig into her side.

"Wake up, Sarah." Hawk said emotionlessly. "It's time to leave."

She stood and followed him. They all walked along the hall, but Hawk kept to the side, knocking on the wall at certain points.

After two hours, a smile crossed his face. "Here we go." He stepped back, the bashed his shoulder against the wall. A clean- cut portion of it fell to the floor, sending p a cloud of dust.

When the dust cleared, the women saw a staircase rise to a trap door on the ceiling.

"Where does it lead to?" Lynda asked. "Hopefully not a thief hideout."

"No, not at all." Hawk grinned. "This is the house of a Mage."

"A Mage!" Lynda laughed. " What is a person as important as a Mage doing associating with a thief?!"

"She has to." Hawk's grin widened. "She's my sister."