A/N: Sorry, I know it took awhile to get this on here. I've been lazy. Anyway.


Disclaimer: I own nothing from the original Labyrinth. But I own The Neighboring Kingdom! And I own Jessica's bed covers! Hah, take that you peoples who wouldn't sell me Labyrinth rights! (Yeah, I know I'm weird.)

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Revenge is Sweet. Isn't It?


In a neighboring kingdom:


The young Fae came running into the throne room of the king. He was wearing the clothes of a messenger. The king immediately cut off his adviser.


"Yes?" he asked. "What news?"


"Your Majesty," the messenger said hurriedly, "Jareth has brought a human telepath into our world."


"What?" the king asked. "A human telepath?" He stood. "Have you seen this telepath?"


The messenger nodded. "It is a young girl about the age of fifteen."


"He's manipulating the young and innocent again," the king growled half to himself. "She will be a great advantage to him in battle since she will probably do anything he says."


"On the contrary, Highness," the messenger said. "The two of them have had a disagreement. Jareth knocked the girl unconscious."


Now the king smiled. The messenger shivered; that smile was scary. "Really? He did?"


"Yes, Highness," the messenger answered.


"He's immobilized his one good weapon," the king whispered softly. His eyes gleamed. Whirling around to face his adviser he said, "Get the army prepared. I want them on the march by tonight."


"Your Highness, are you sure that's–"


"Just do it!" The king's voice was filled with anger.


"Yes, Highness," the adviser scurried out of the room.


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Back in Jareth's kingdom:


Jareth sat by Jessica's beside. It had been two days and she was still out. She was alive, he'd checked several times. She was in what the people Aboveground called a "coma". And she wasn't showing any signs of recovery. That was what worried him the most, the fact that she didn't seem to get better. He wondered what he would do if she didn't awaken soon. She'd die most likely since in her unconscious state she couldn't eat. He sat with her, hoping she would awaken while he was there.


The door opened and to his surprise it was Sarah, surrounded by goblins again. Somehow she'd convinced them to let her out. He was going to have to deal with them later.


"Sarah," he said to her with a nod. Normally he would have been furious that she had left her quarters but right now he was too tired to care a whole lot. "I am in no mood to discuss anything with you currently."


"What happened to her?" Sarah asked softly. Jareth turned back to Jessica and swallowed. He felt as though he couldn't speak of it.


"I struck her," he said after a moment. "Her head went back and hit the wall. She's been out ever since."


"You struck her?" Sarah asked. The shock and disapproval in her voice was very thinly veiled.


"You make it sound as though I put thought into it beforehand," Jareth said. He was silent for a moment again. "I lost control."


Sarah was silent. Jareth found himself laughing internally. This had to be the oddest conversation he'd ever held with anyone. He'd been plotting to get revenge upon Sarah for three years yet here he was discussing with her what he had done to Jessica.


Of course, he knew that he wanted revenge for more reasons than one. When Sarah had defeated him three years ago, not only had his pride been wounded so had his powers. By defeating him and the Labyrinth she had caused him to loose some of his power. Because of that Derick, the war-mongering king from a neighboring country, now saw that Jareth was weak enough to take over. A war had been brewing between the two of them for the past three years. Jareth had been trying to avoid war with Derick. In a way, Jareth saw it as Sarah's fault that he now faced the threat of war.


"Is she going to be all right?" Sarah asked after a moment.


"I don't know," Jareth said. "If she doesn't awaken soon she may die."


"Can't you do anything for her?" Sarah asked, her voice accusatory.


Jareth turned and looked at her. Her glare did not falter when she met his eyes. "No. I have done what I can. I am not all powerful, Sarah."


"But I bet you'd like to be," she said. "You pretend you are often enough."


Jareth felt his anger rising but he did not let it out. "I will not get into an argument with you, Sarah, so you can give up."


Her mouth dropped open in surprise. He turned back to Jessica, smirking slightly; the look on Sarah's face had been amusing.


Jessica's eyelids fluttered. Jareth sat up straight. Behind him he heard Sarah move closer. He leaned forward slightly as Jessica opened her eyes. She sat up quickly and swayed. Jareth grabbed her arm to support her. She looked at him, then past him at Sarah and the goblins. There was no recognition in her eyes, just shock and alarm.


"Where am I?" she asked looking at him. She gazed around the room and the alarm in her eyes grew. She touched the bed covers and then pulled her arms away from it. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. He kept his had on her shoulder and felt it when she started to rock back and forth slightly. She turned back to him.


"Who am I?" she whispered.


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Hah, a cliffy. Actually that's all I've got right now but more soon I promise! R/R!