I would like to take a moment to thank the people who have reviewed my story. It has really made me feel good to know that my story, albeit a little weird, is entertaining. I apologize for the severe lateness; I will try not to repeat but you know how school and work can be.

Disclaimers: You know the drill do I really need to explain. Anyway, if Jim Henson Inc. was willing to sell me Jareth I would be all too happy to pay for shipping.

Truth be told

Later on that day, Jareth and Sarah walked together in the garden his arm wrapped protectively and tightly around her waist. It really did Sarah good to be out in the fresh air. Despite not saying so, Sarah knew by looking at Jareth that it was doing him some good too. The trees whispered quietly in the breeze that blew across the grounds. The sun shown brightly in the sky and cast a brilliant and almost unreal sheen on all the flowers still in full bloom. Jareth had chosen a simple white shirt with cross ties at the top and billowing sleeves for his shirt and simple black pants and boots. Sarah had chosen a dark purple gown. Its tight bodice complemented her glowing and late state of pregnancy. The skirt had reached to the floor and covered her small black slippers. To add to her look she had her hair braided back and down her back interwoven with purple and silver ribbons.

A few goblins had been doing light gardening work when they saw the appearance of Jareth and Sarah. Having both good taste and good sense they quickly gathered their tools and left without a sound.

Sarah was much calmer now. A long, hot bath and good breakfast had lightened her spirits and when Jareth had suggested that they take a walk in the garden she could not refuse. It was in this calm surrounding that she began to notice something. She wasn't sure if it was the slight chill in the air or the small whisper on the wind that she couldn't quite make out, or even the unnatural quietness, but she knew something was amiss.


Having noticed his slight sullen expression that usually signaled a troubled mind she chose to break the silence. "Jareth, what's wrong?"

He shook himself out of his thoughts and turned to the worried expression that covered his wife's face. "Nothing my dear, why, do you think that something is wrong," he asked.

She smiled, "Come on Jareth you are good with hiding your emotions from your subjects but not your wife, now what is wrong?"

"Oh really it is nothing I'm just worrying about the council meeting next week," Jareth replied giving her his best "everything is right with the world" smile.

Sarah was prepared to give him her famous "don't give me that Your High and Mightiness" speech when the sound of wicked laughter rang out across the garden.

Sarah turned all around to try to find the source of the laughter while Jareth stayed stoic with a look on his face that betrayed his heart. It was a look of cold deadly anger.

Finally a figure materialized from where the laughter was emanating. Sarah could not help but stand there jaw wide open. The sight that lay before her was a women tall, slender and deathly pale. In comparison, she made Jareth look like he spent most of his time in the sun not his throne room. She was clad in a long black gown. The tapered sleeves drug on the floor with her skirt and the trim of her neckline and hem were red, blood red. Her long black hair fell loosely down her back stopping just above the hips. Her lips were a red shade also; the same shade of her trim and it accented her perfectly white teeth and noticeable fangs.

"Come now Jareth, you can come up with a better excuse than that can't you," her sultry voiced purred before reverting into that same wicked laugh that sent chills down Sarah's spine.

Sarah finally found her voice and stepped forward to challenge this intruder into her garden. "Who are you and what are you doing in my home?"

The woman raised one black eyebrow and smiled once again, "I like your taste in women, Jareth, she's as fiery as you are."

Sarah turned to her husband, "How does she know you and Jareth who the hell is she."

Jareth stepped closer to Sarah and wrapped one of his arms around her. Looking first at the woman and then his wife he spoke, "Sarah this is Mortiana, she is the Queen of the Trolls and Mistress of the Stolen Children."

Sarah's eyes went wide and she placed a hand protectively on her stomach. "Mistress of the Stolen Children, what does she want with you?"

Mortiana chuckled a little and gazed at a very infuriated Goblin king, "What you did not tell her of our agreement?"

"Jareth what is going on here, why is she here and what kind of agreement did you make with her?!"

By this point Sarah was getting very upset and angry and the degree in which she was getting to it and so fast worried Jareth. He reached out with his magic to the baby still in her womb and sensed that it was getting upset too. He knew he had to stop it now or at least get her out of garden.

However he made a mistake in his distracted state he did not notice the actions of Mortiana. She quickly walked across the garden and placed a cold hand on Sarah's belly. The baby kicked at the touch of the sorceress.

Jareth used his magic and threw her back away from his wife and child. Mortiana stepped back put off balance by the magic. She righted herself and began to laugh again.
"Don't defy Jareth, I'm simply here for what is mine."