They were her pictures. All of them. Hanging up all the way around the room. A room with red patterned carpet underfoot, cream painted walls. At the front of all of it, Sarah read the poster declaring her work to be on exhibition to the public starting from 4 o'clock pm on Sunday the 4th of August. Toby wasn't here to share it with her, but apart from that, it was. . .

"Everything you've ever wanted?"

At the first sound of the silky smooth voice, Sarah was turning around, the whole world of wonder that had been spun around her, suddenly and cruelly taken away from her as a rug swept from underneath a person to make them fall to the floor in disillusionment.

"It's not real," she said, trying her hardest not to sound as disappointed as she felt.

"It could be," Jareth said, not moving any closer to her. "Did I not promise that I would give you all you desired?"

"The price was too high," Sarah replied, looking up and into his eyes to make sure he understood that she meant it as she repeated the same five words she had earlier said to her brother. "Now where is my brother?"

"Why, you closed the door on him when you opened the one into this fantasy world of your own making. Unfortunately, it seems, that young Toby has no part to play here in this." Jareth tilted his head to the side slightly and looked in a sort of lazy wonder. "Now why do you suppose that is?"

"That's not true," Sarah vehemently denied. "Toby has a part in every aspect of my life!"

"Even the parts that he himself played in?" Jareth asked, finally taking steps forward towards her. "Even the parts that you yourself wished him into?"

"I couldn't have told him. Without you; without this place, he would never have understood it," Sarah argued.

"So by bringing the two of you back here, it could be seen that I have helped the truthfulness grow between you," Jareth said, now directly in front of her.

Sarah's eyes held only to his, her every body language insisting that she was ignoring the finger of his running softly against her jaw line.

"By bringing you both here, I have made it believable again." His voice was very soft, which was why with his next sentence, much less softly spoken, Sarah started out of the stupor he had spun around for her.

"And then you had to go and undo it all by blocking him out of your life again."

"I did not!" Sarah insisted.

"Oh no?" Jareth gestured all around the room, and Sarah couldn't help her eyes from following after his hands. "Really? I would say that this room directly contradicts you."

"This room is another trick, a spell cast from your own mind. It has nothing to do with me or Toby."

"Wrong!" The single word rebounded around the room with the intensity that Jareth forced into it. He pointed a single finger towards her. "Your words say one thing, but your dreams, as always before, speak quite another thing entirely."

Finally, Sarah dropped her eyes from Jareth's. She would not let him see her cry at the possibility that what he said was true. It wasn't. It could be!

Suddenly, Jareth was again right in front of her. His gloved finger was gently lifting her chin up so that she could look at him again.

"Prove it," he uttered softly. "If what you say is really true, then prove it. Prove it to me. Prove it to him."

"How," Sarah whispered fiercely.

"Now I can hardly give that away then, can I?" Jareth asked, holding his hands out to either side of him. "Especially as it would be such a violation of your mind to do so. No Sarah, this is for you to find. How important has your brother truly become in your life? No tricks this time. I only want to see your heart."

Sarah gasped at the blatant desire in the words of his wish, but before she could respond, he was conveniently gone.

*

"Maybe if I wait here long enough," Toby muttered to himself. "Or wish. That's the way things are usually done in Fairy places."

"This is not a 'fairy place'," a voice told from behind him.

Even knowing that the voice was not Sarah's Toby turned around eagerly, hoping that perhaps Sarah was at least behind the person who had spoken to him. She was not, however, and he couldn't help the disappointment that infused his face.

"In fact, I take harsh offence to the very term being spoken to describe my castle."

"Jareth," Toby said, drawing himself up to look his sister's tormentor in the eye. "Where is Sarah?"

"Well now, haven't we grown up and into the protective older brother sort?" Jareth asked silkily. "Wouldn't Sarah be proud?"

"What did you do to her?" Toby asked, refusing to be distracted.

"I gave her her fondest wish," Jareth replied, leaning against one of the walls and staring at the younger boy.

"Which was?" Toby asked suspiciously.

"For her to work through," Jareth said. He stood up and strode towards Toby. "But now I ask you, what is your fondest wish while you are here?"

"Is this supposed to be some kind of trick?" Toby asked, not moving from his stance.

"Strong. Suspicious. I do believe that I could grow to like that about you," Jareth muttered. "But don't push me too far, boy. I offer you a chance rarely, if ever, given to any mere mortal."

"So why me then?" Toby asked, raising an eyebrow.

Unexpectedly, Jareth's face suddenly broadened into a grin.

"How like your sister you are after all!" he said, in apparent delight, but for the undercurrent running through it. All at once, the grin was gone. "The games she played will not work with you. Take that was your one and only warning. I do not like to repeat myself."

"You can't let anything happen to me," Toby said defiantly, even has his mind was warning him against the words. "Sarah would hate you forever!"

"As opposed to how she already feels?" Jareth asked, causing Toby to shut up for a time, and wonder at all the meanings of that simple sentence.