DISCLAIMER: Me no own

A/N: A special thanks to Vara for reviewing all my chapters and giving me a new idea for the end.

Chapter Eleven: "Forcing Us To Prove That the Hardest Things We've Done Are Easy"

This wasn't happening. Mentally, Jareth was denying this all. This couldn't have happened to him. Darien was not making him choose between his current love and his first love. This couldn't be happening.

The storm that was swirling around the inside of Jareth's head did not show on the outside. In fact, he was standing still. So still, that he looked more like a statue than a Fae. His whole body was tensed and his eyes were staring into Darien's.

"Don't make me do this, I CANNOT!" Jareth yelled, loosing his composure.

"Yes," Darien hissed. "Now do it!"

Meanwhile, Sarah and Reishia were giving each other hand symbols that they had learned from the FBI. Their eyes met, each pair determined. Sarah mouthed the countdown.

'3…2…1'

Sarah quickly twisted Darien's hand in the opposite direction, his wrist at the breaking point. At the same time Reishia rolled away from him and took his arm with her until she was behind him. With a jerk, she dislocated his shoulder.

Darien screamed in pain at his nearly broken wrist and his dislocated shoulder. Jareth stared, shocked. Wasn't he supposed to save the day?

Sarah ripped the knife away from Darien and stepped back. She gave him a right hook and a roundhouse kick for good measure. With an angry scream, she kneed him in the balls, his body crumpling. But the women were merciless. Reishia pulled him up by his hair and tugged the knife out of his loose hand. She sunk his own knife into his back, exactly where he had stabbed her. Darien released a startled gasp as he felt the knife penetrate his skin.

Reishia pulled him close to her chest. "I bet you wish you had killed me right about now." She whispered harshly before twisting the knife. "Goes to show you, never mess with two pissed off women, it's fatal."

Darien tried to respond but all that came out was a gasp of pain. Before he could find words Reishia ripped the knife out of his back and slit his throat. She stepped back as his body fell forward. He tried to stop the blood and reached out for his brother, his eyes pleading. Slowly his eyes became dull as he collapsed into a puddle of his own blood.

Reishia dropped the blade and stared down at her once white dress. Blood stained where Darien's wounds had pressed against her and where his knife had scratched her.

Sarah stepped back so that the migrating puddle of blood didn't stain her shoes. There was a scratch on her neck and her hair was messy but otherwise she had no marks from the battle.

Jareth attempted to regain his composure as he sputtered out, "How did you-? What?" He stared down at his dead brother, only feeling the tiniest stab of remorse. "You killed him."

He stared at Reishia and then at Sarah. "Wow."