Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and Mary Jo, Herman, and Jasmine.

A/N: I am sorry I could not update for a few days. I was out of town for two days, but now I am back. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Sarah unlocked her door as quickly as she could, dropping everything the moment she was in the door. Mary Jo was right behind her, picking them up as she dropped them. Sarah ran up her stairs, determined to get a hold of Jareth. She was not quite sure how she would get to him. All she knew was that she had to talk to him and tell him the truth about his father.
She opened her bedroom door and rushed in, determined to contact him. But she stopped short when she caught sight of Jareth sitting in front of her vanity mirror. She was so overwhelmed at seeing him that she threw herself on him and embraced him. Jareth was happy to return the embrace.
"Oh, Jareth," gasped Sarah. "I was so worried about you. I wanted to contact you for so long, but I just couldn't do it. Not after the visit I received from your father."
"What did my father say to you?" Jareth asked as he pulled back to look at her. She seemed more beautiful than ever. Sarah explained, in great detail, the conversation she had had with Herman. Jareth grew angrier by the minute as he listened to what his father had told his love.
"The nerve of him," he growled. "I can't believe he would stoop so low as to tell you a pack of lies. Sarah, I love you more than anything. I would not have left you here like that if it had not been for that blasted note that my father left me. I thought you wanted me to leave you alone. I would have been there the instant I felt it right. Please forgive me, Sarah."
"Of coarse I will," smiled Sarah. "For I love you, too. And I hope to always be with you." With that, Jareth bent down and kissed Sarah with great passion. For Sarah, she became so light-headed, that she could not tell where she ended and where Jareth began. For Jareth, he was so happy that he was not sure which way was up and which way was down. Nor did he care to find out. If this was what it was like to be in love, he did not want it to end.
"How sentimental," said a deep voice from the shadows of the room. Jareth and Sarah jumped apart as they turned to see who had spoken.
"Father?" Jareth asked.
"Yes, Jareth," replied Herman as he stepped from the dark of the room to the little light that was showing from outside. "Come to daddy."
"You must leave right now father," growled Jareth as he stepped in front of Sarah as a shield.
"Out of the way, Jareth," Herman barked. "I will not let you throw your life away for someone who is better off dead."
"Apologize!" yelled Jareth.
"You don't know what you're doing, son" complained Herman.
"You are no longer my father," frowned Jareth. "I am going to rub you off my family tree forever."
"You can't do that," Herman gasped.
"I can and I will." Jareth looked at his father with a wide grin on his face.
"You and what army?" Herman smiled.
"Me," came another voice from behind Herman. Everyone looked to find Jareth's mother, Jasmine.