A/N: Forgive me peoples! I'm sorry I haven't updated in do long. Anyways, here's another chapter. I don't know when I'll have more but I'll try to get something to you by the end of the week.


Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing from the Labyrinth. But I do have a very messy room that is filled with all sorts of junk. Not that any of you needed to know that. And sadly there's nothing in there even remotely related to the Labyrinth. And now, onward.


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Chapter 8: Amnesia


"You don't know who you are?" Sarah asked Jessica before Jareth could.

"No," Jessica answered in the same frightened whisper. Then in a somewhat hopeful voice she asked, "Do you?"

"Yes," Jareth answered. He was looking at her rather oddly, as though she'd just told him the biggest lie he'd every heard.

"Tell me," she asked quickly, the hope in voice more pronounced. Then her eyes met Jareth's and she drew away from him. "Please, sir, tell me," she said sounding subdued.

"Your name is Jessica," Sarah said. She didn't understand why Jareth was delaying answering her; didn't he realized how afraid she must be feeling? Didn't he understand what it would be like to be unable to remember who you were?

"Jessica," she repeated softly, as if trying it out. Then she jumped and looked at Jareth.

"No!" Jessica cried. "Stay out of my mind!" She put her hands to her ears as though trying to shut some sound out.

Jareth sighed. He reached out and touched her cheek. She flinched away from him.

"Jessica," Jareth said in an almost patronizing tone, "I'm not going to harm you. Do you remember who I am?"

Jessica looked at him and then she bit her lip and shook her head. Jareth sighed.

"This is going to take a while," he muttered to himself. He turned to the goblins surrounding Sarah. "Take her back to her quarters and don't let her out again." Shooting Jareth a glare she turned and walked from the room, the goblins around her. As she left she could hear Jareth say, "I am the Goblin King. My name is Jareth."

She had amnesia. Severe memory loss. Sarah had heard of it before but never had she actually seen a case of it. Despite what you would deduce from television shows and books it was not a very common thing. Sarah found herself wondering what was going to happen to her. She didn't know what Jessica's life had been like before but she was willing to bet it had been changed forever. Even if she did manage to recover her memories, which was not very likely in a case like hers, she'd probably always remember what it had been like to know nothing about herself. Sarah found that she was worried for the girl; Jessica had seemed fairly nice when she'd first met her.

Sarah entered her room and sat down on the bed. Her thoughts turned from Jessica's amnesia to escape. Escape was on her mind night and day now and she had little else to do but think of it. Jareth still hadn't told Sarah what he wanted with her but she was fairly certain he was out for revenge. Her only question was why it had taken him three years. She'd been expecting ever since she defeated him.

She wasn't exactly sure how Jareth had managed to get her here but she was sure if she could figure it out she could get back. She knew it had something to do with those crystals of his. If she could get her hands on one... But that was laughable; she couldn't even leave her room. It had taken her half an hour to convince the goblins outside her room to take her to see Jareth and now they had been given direct orders not to let her out again. Sarah sighed and ran a hand through her hair, trying to think of a way out.

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Jareth hadn't believed Jessica at first. He'd thought she was lying. But as soon as he saw her reaction to mind-speech he knew that she wasn't faking it. After Sarah had left the room he had begun questioning Jessica to see what she remembered. She had virtually no memories of anything before the accident. There were a few here and there. She remembered small things about herself. She knew she liked to read. She knew she hated spiders. She knew that peaches were her favorite fruit. Small minor things such as that were all she remembered. She recognized nothing in her room and even complained that it was incredibly messy before Jareth told her it was an almost exact replica of her own.

He approached her carefully on the subject of telepathy. She didn't want to have anything to do with it. She didn't remember that she had been one. She shook her head when he asked her if she was a telepath and seemed to want to avoid that subject at all costs. Talking about it seemed to scare her and he was forced to find other questions to ask.

While he questioned Jessica he wondered over how much to tell her. Since she didn't remember how to use her powers he couldn't see much point int trying to tell her about them; it only upset her. In fact, he was willing to bet that if he had she wouldn't have let him reteach her anyway; Jessica seemed to be afraid of him. It was very small how she showed it, almost unnoticeable. When he tried to touch her she would pull away. Every time he raised his hand in any manner she cringed almost as though expecting him to hit her. And she acted like he was going to start yelling at her any moment. He supposed, in a small way she was remembering the scene that had led to her amnesia.

Finally he couldn't put it off any longer. She was starting to ask questions herself. He told her the truth until she asked what her relation to him was.

"You're my younger sister," he found himself saying. What had possessed him to tell her that? They looked nothing alike.

"I am?" Jessica asked. She frowned. "Why do we look completely different then?"

"You take after mother; I take after father," he said. It was nearly surprising how easily that lie came to him. But why had he told her that? What purpose could it possibly serve? Unless she trusted him because of it. But looking at her he knew it would be a very long time before she ever trusted him again. Whether or not she was aware of it she was remembering the argument they'd had and she couldn't have made herself trust him even if she'd tried her best.

But he couldn't see any harm in telling her she was his sister.

"Do, do you know how I lost my memories?" Jessica asked him, her eyes intent upon his face.

Jareth almost started. He hadn't expected her to ask that so soon. Look at him. Just like before he was underestimating her. He had to stop doing that.

"You hit your head on the wall," he said, indicating the wall behind her. It was a half-truth at least. "Now, you've been out for two days. I assume you're incredibly hungry and thirsty."

Jessica nodded, smiling. "Yes, I'm starving."

Literally, thought Jareth to himself with a smile.

"Come on then," he said to her. He stood and walked from the room, Jessica trailing behind him.


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A/N: Well I hope you guys liked that. Sorry again about taking so long in updating. Please read and review.