AN: David Bowie was number 147 on VH1's 200 pop idol countdown! W00t! ^-^ I was so HAPPY! ^-^ Though he deserved to be number one ^-~ And who the hell did Avril think she was? She pronounced his name wrong!!!!!! ::fumes::

Anyway, nuff of that. Anyone on for a little Sarah/Jareth reunion? I know I am! ^-^

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Jareth, sprawled very un-king like in his throne, watched idly as his goblins pranced around the room. They were the normal batch of simpering idiots, he decided. Normal. Something this place had never been. Even more so after his defeat.

Sarah Williams was truly the only person, a mere mortal child, to defeat him, King of the Goblins. He cursed and slammed a fist down on the arm-rest, startling the few goblins smart enough to notice.

The Labyrinth was not just some maze that was to be beaten in order to win back a child. It was more. So much more. It was a test. One that all except Sarah had failed.

When Sarah had beaten the Labyrinth, she had unknowingly made a pact. A pact so strong that it alone kept the Underground alive. By defeating him, she was granted half of nearly everything he had worked so hard for. By all rights this castle was half hers'. As was the throne and half of his Fae magic. He cursed her for taking away part of himself, and cursed her a second time for not even realizing she had that power. And he cursed himself for being so foolishly in love with her.

There was only one thing that belonged to Sarah completely. The Labyrinth. Unknowingly, she alone was the key to holding up the Labyrinth. The Labyrinth, though not the only "kingdom" in the Underground, was the heart of everything down below. It thrived and lived, just as any normal living thing. And if the heart was to be stopped, then the rest of the Underground would perish. As would the keeper of the Labyrinth.

Jareth shuddered at the thought. That was part of the reason he had tried so desperately to stop her from saying those words. He had bribed and begged and offered her her dreams! If anything were to happen to Sarah, even in her own world, all would be lost. The Goblin King ran an agitated hand through his unruly blonde hair.

His thoughts were momentarily diverted when he heard a loud crash from outside his castle. Frowning, he made his way past the goblins, kicking a few as he went, and settled at the window. There was a distant sound, almost like a wave, that drew nearer, the entire Underground shaking. Dishes and cups clattered to the floor behind him, but Jareth was too intent on the commotion outside to notice.

"What in the Underground?" His brows knit in confusion as an invisible wave crashed into the Labyrinth walls and kept going until it plowed into the castle. Jareth stumbled, but kept a firm grip on the windowsill. His goblins were not as lucky.

It was gone, leaving an eerie silence in its' place. Jareth squinted, looking around for any damage. There was none really, besides some debris from the castle walls. He frowned, noticing something very disturbing. The Labyrinth walls received most of the damage, cracks and pieces of brick littering the surrounding ground. He let out a string of curses in Goblin and quickly made his way out of the throne room. There was only one explanation for this disturbance. Sarah.

Jareth entered a chamber where he could be left alone to concentrate. It would be difficult to get his destination without being called upon, he realized. He placed a gloved hand on the mirror in front of him, one of the few objects in this room. Closing his eyes, he conjured an image of Sarah, how he remembered her. Long chocolate colored hair, fierce brown eyes and an attitude. The mirror rippled, and an image of a strange building appeared.

"That's not where she was before." Jareth muttered in confusion. Shaking it off, he closed his eyes again and willed for himself to be in her presence. The mirror sparked and the image quickly faded, leaving nothing behind but the Goblin King's reflection.

"Why isn't it working?" He growled, frustrated. He knew it would be hard attempting to will himself Aboveground, but nothing like this had ever occurred. Unless…

"She said the words." Jareth realized in both dismay and anger. Of course he wouldn't be able to will himself to her, he had no power over her! He fought the urge to smash the mirror and hurried to the only window in the room. If he couldn't reach her through the mirror, then he'd just have to fly there.

Quickly transforming, Jareth left the castle, wings flapping rapidly. It was tiring, but he finally made it to the portal between both worlds. He dove for it; and was knocked back with such force that he spun a few times and nearly crashed. Shrieking, Jareth attempted once more for entry. It was hopeless, someone, or something did not want him Aboveground.

Testily, he landed before the portal and transformed back into himself. Standing before the entrance with his hands on his hips, he frowned. Something was not right. Even though Sarah had said the words, Jareth should have been able to travel Aboveground. He had used this portal many times since his defeat, so why wasn't it working now?

"You havin' trouble gettin' through too, eh?"

Jareth spun on his heel and stared at the elderly man before him. Silently, he nodded. What did this guy mean 'too?'

"Are you going to elaborate or do I have to tip you into the Bog of Eternal Stench?" He hissed, noticing the old man was not going to speak again. The man did not look fearful, but chuckled instead.

"I will explain… I assume you know that this had been open a few months ago?" At Jareth's nod, the man continued. "I came by here a few weeks ago, sent on an errand and all, and found this here barrier in my way." He tapped his cane against what could be assumed as a large, clear wall. Jareth frowned. He wasn't the only one who couldn't get through.

He cursed in Goblin, earning a raised eyebrow from the old man.

"I'd say that you're need to go above is very strong." The man said, noting the frown on Jareth's face. Jareth nodded, still studying the barrier.

"Being the Goblin King, you would be able to get Aboveground through one way…"

"What is it?" Jareth turned to look at the man beside him. He smiled up toothlessly, and the Goblin King grimaced.

"If that girl were to call on you, you'd be granted the power to return to the above."

"And what reason would she have to call on me?" Jareth raised an eyebrow. Sarah had no reason to call for him, nor would she want to.

"You can enter her dreams. It is night up above now. If you hurry, you'll be able to communicate with her."

"Through her dreams?" Was this man senile? He seemed sure of himself. And what did Jareth have to lose? Without so much as a goodbye, the Goblin King was transformed and flying to his castle.

As soon as he landed back in the room he had left from, Jareth produced a crystal. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the girl he planned to reach. He was quite pleased with himself as he felt the crystal heat in the palm of his hand. Leaving his body, his spirit entered Sarah's dream.

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She was lost, alone, and confused. Sarah looked around for an escape, somewhere to retreat to. She was frightened.

The darkness around her spun and became white, crystals and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. She was in a ballroom! Looking down in confusion, Sarah noticed the change in her clothing too. What had once been a pair of old pajamas had changed into a beautiful, flowing, white gown. Her hair was soft and pooled around her shoulders, ribbons and flowers decorating her hair.

She knew this place! She could never forget the haunting pair of mis-matched eyes staring back at her.

"Sarah."

Sarah spun towards the voice, and her breath caught in her throat. The Goblin King stood before her, transparent, but still there. He was wearing the deep blue frock coat and ruffly shirt he had when they had danced that night in the Labyrinth.

"Y-you…"

"Dance with me." He whispered, slowly approaching her. She was startled at the sudden request, but made no move to pull away when he took one of her hands in his. Hesitating, Sarah slid her free hand up to his shoulder. Silently, they moved, no music to be their guide, just the soft tapping of heels on a marble floor.

"Sarah, I need for you to call me back."

"Call you back!?" She looked at him, bewildered. What was he planning? She shook her head, eyes suddenly fearful.

"I do not wish to harm you, nor take anything from you, Sarah. I merely need to check on you."

"Check on me?" Sarah felt stupid for continuing to repeat part of his sentences, but he didn't seem to mind. What did he mean check on her? She was fine! And this was a dream anyway, right?

"Sarah, there is much to explain, but that can all be done later. Right now the only way I can go to the Aboveground is through you. All you need to know is that if I do not get there soon, your life, as well as my-your Labyrinth, will be in danger."

Sarah said nothing as she let the words settle in her mind. She was so confused! She couldn't concentrate on what he was saying anymore, she was slowly slipping away. She was waking up!

"Sarah! Just do it! Please?"

The plea startled Sarah into listening. Eyes wide, she watched, as he too faded, his eyes burning into hers'.

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Sarah awoke to a throbbing ache that spread through her entire body. She moaned and pushed herself into a sitting position. Through half-lidded eyes she looked around, confused. She was on the floor, she realized with a start.

"What…What in the world happened?" She stood, legs shaking, and grabbed the side of the bed to help her stand. Slowly, she made her way into her kitchen.

"Strange…I…What are the groceries doing out?" Sarah peered into the bags and grimaced. More than half of this would have to be thrown away now after being out all night. After disposing of the necessary and putting away the rest, she moved into the living room and fell back onto the couch.

"What happened yesterday?" She whispered. It was hazy, but slowly everything came back to her. She had been in such pain, and even vomited in the toilet. She shuddered, suddenly remembering what had swept through her. But why had it happened? She had just had a doctor check up a few months ago and everything had been fine.

"And that dream, it was so real." Sarah glanced down at her hand, the one he had been holding in her dream. She could still feel his lingering touch, the soft press of his hand on the swell of her hip.

What had he meant "call him"? Was something really that terrible in the Underground? And why was she in danger?

"My Labyrinth…I wonder why he called it that." Sarah sighed, realizing this was getting her no where. The only way she would find answers was to call on the Goblin King. But did she really want to? Would he even answer? Was her dream even real?

No, she decided, shaking her head firmly. She was just going crazy. The Goblin King was not talking to her through her dreams. And she was fine, she just had the 24 hour bug. She felt better already. Satisfied with her reasoning, Sarah laid back on the couch and flipped on the TV.

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Jareth paced back and forth, the heel of his boots tapping noisily against the stone. Why hadn't she called? He cursed, knowing that he didn't have enough time to try to convince her. And it was day Aboveground now, would he have to wait until later to enter her dreams again?

He growled, frustrated. Would Sarah get to him on time? Would something happen to her before she even got the chance to call upon him?

The thought of Sarah hurt made Jareth feel suddenly sick and weary. He shook the feelings away and continued pacing, cursing softly.

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Sarah clicked off the TV and stretched her arms above her head. She hadn't realized she had been watching TV for at least three hours! Sighing, knowing she had work to do, she stood.

Feeling a little light-headed, she stumbled towards the bedroom. She had just reached her room when something wrapped around her heart and squeezed. Gasping for air, Sarah collapsed to the floor, eyes wide. She choked and clutched her sides, trying to stop the squeezing pain in her chest. Tears welled in her eyes and slowly made their way down her cheeks. She was going to die!

Sarah whimpered and forced herself to fight it. But it hurt. It hurt so much, and with it she could feel something move in her mind, something foreign. As if shifting through her thoughts.

She only had one choice. Only one person she knew might be able to help her if what he had told her was true. Through her tears and shortened breath, she cried out.

"I wish the Goblin King would come and take me away…Right now!" When nothing happened, no scattering of goblins or the beating of wings, Sarah panicked. What if she was wrong? What if it was just a dream?

She shuddered and cried out as another wave of pain wracked through her body and settled in her mind. She knew something was in her head, sorting through her memories as if they were its' own.

A window burst open and Sarah could barely make out someone standing in her room through her tears. She opened her mouth but was only able to scream when she felt as if something was torn from her mind.

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Jareth cursed himself once again for not explaining everything in detail to Sarah through her dream. He had no doubts that she thought she was crazy for having such a dream. A sudden rumbling interrupted his thoughts and he cursed.

"Dammit Sarah! Call for me!"

As if on cue, he heard a faint voice, one he recognized even after it had been so long.

"I wish the Goblin King would come and take me away…Right now!"

Without a second thought, he willed himself to her. But he was not prepared for what he saw before him when he arrived.

A young woman was curled on the floor, body trembling fiercely as she hugged herself. His breath caught in his throat as cloudy brown eyes gazed back at him. Through the pain and tears, he saw a flash of recognition. She opened her mouth, but instead of speaking, she screamed.

"Sarah!" Overcome with unknown emotions, the Goblin King kneeled next to the woman on the floor and gently lifted her into his arms. He quickly moved to the bed a few steps away and laid her down on top of the blankets.

She was deathly white, he noticed, sweat running down her face as she grit her teeth. Her hand clutched her pajama top in a white-knuckled grasp, right above her heart. Jareth panicked.

"Sarah, you have to tell me what's wrong."

If she heard him, she didn't acknowledge it, withering in pain from something he couldn't see.

"Sarah! You need to tell me otherwise I can't help you!" Jareth roughly grabbed her shoulders and pinned her to the bed. She stopped struggling, eyes wide as she stared up at him.

"…Head…It hurts…Heart, something squeezing…" She couldn't finished as another wave of pain ran through her, stirring another cry. Jareth cursed. He didn't know what he could do against an unknown enemy! He called up a crystal and let it float down onto Sarah's body.

It seemed to have some effect, he realized with relief, as she stopped struggling. Her heavy breathing was the only thing that filled the room. Her eyes were closed, tears already drying on her cheeks. He could see sweat trickling down her collarbone from over-exerting herself. Her chest heaved as she greedily inhaled the air she had been lacking moments before.

"…Goblin…King?"

Jareth turned towards the hoarse whisper. She was looking at him now, fully attentive. He nodded slowly, unsure of what she wanted.

She struggled to sit up and leaned heavily against the headboard so it scraped against the wall. She tilted her head to the side slightly, as if thinking. But Jareth knew that she wasn't thinking, it was because of exhaustion, she could barely keep her head up.

"I was so scared." She whimpered, her bottom lip trembling slightly as she fought to keep back tears. She was stronger than that! Jareth looked startled. Where was her spark of life? Her fire? Her strong determination? Her witty remarks? Where was Sarah?

"Tell me what happened." Jareth demanded softly so as not to frighten her anymore. She seemed to struggle to grasp all her thoughts together before speaking.

"Yesterday, I…I came home from shopping and…I suddenly felt so sick. Everything hurt so much, I couldn't even walk! And then…today…Something was squeezing my heart, I could feel it, it was such an awful feeling! At the same time, it felt like…Like something was torn from my wind. Something was meddling in my thoughts." Sarah babbled, hands moving as she spoke. Jareth frowned, unsure of what to say. He had never heard of anything like this before, it was all new to him.

"Can you help me?"

"What?" The Goblin King turned to look at the young woman before him. Even though she was sickly pale and her eyes held fear, she was still beautiful.

"I thought that…You could help me. I don't know what to do! I can't keep going on like this!" Sarah angrily scrubbed at the tears in her eyes. She refused to cry, especially in front of him.

"If you come back with me…"

"To the Labyrinth?"

"…Yes, to your Labyrinth."

"My Labyrinth? You said that before, in my dream. Just what…What did you mean by that?" Sarah nervously wrung her hands in her lap. Here she was, sitting rather helplessly in bed, with the Goblin King!

"Sarah, you have changed much in the Underground."

"Me?"

"Yes, you." Jareth sighed wearily. "When you, said those words, you unknowingly changed an entire kingdom. The entire Underground."

"Those words? You mean…?" She trailed off when she saw Jareth nod, his face expressionless. Sarah gasped and covered her mouth with a hand.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry! I didn't know! I could have-But I-…I'm sorry." She managed, bowing her head to her chest. She had not meant to change anything. She only wanted her brother back!

"What's said is said." Jareth said bitterly, waving his hand as if to dismiss the subject. He fell silent, waiting for her to decide.

"I guess…I'll go with you, to the Labyrinth, I mean." She whispered, worrying her lower lip. When she didn't hear any response she feared he had left her. But he still sat there, a puzzled expression on his face.

"What is it?"

"Just like that, you agree to come? No complaints? Regrets? 'It's not fair!'?" He leaned forward to study her carefully. She looked offended and crossed her arms over her chest, eyebrows drawn.

"I'm not a child anymore." Huffing, she turned her head away. Leather brushed against her chin as Jareth's hand turned her to face him. When had he gotten so close?

"I am very well aware of that." He licked his lips and looked over her body for good measure. Sarah blushed to the roots of her hair.

"L-let's just go." She rasped, struggling to get up. The Goblin King stood, hands on his hips, smirking. Sarah cursed him as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood. Jareth reached out an arm to steady her but she swatted it away.

"I'm just fine." She hissed and to prove her point, took a step forward. Instead of her foot solidly resting on a firm surface, she pitched forward, her legs still weak. The ground came up fast to meet her, but a pair of strong arms quickly caught her.

The steady beating of a heart was all that filled her mind as her head lay on the Goblin King's chest. Her hands gripped his shirt tightly as she fought to regain her balance. His arms, she noted, were wrapped around her and that alone was what was holding her upright.

"You're just fine, hmm?" He drawled in her ear. Sarah shuddered as he breathed down her neck.

"…So I can't walk yet…" She mumbled, ashamed that she was so weak. And at a time like this! She was just about to open her mouth to say maybe she shouldn't go, when one of Jareth's arms moved under her knees. She shrieked when her feet suddenly left the floor and quickly wrapped her arms around the closest stable thing: Jareth.

"What are you doing?" She hissed, a scowl on her face. The Goblin King chuckled.

"Escorting you to our castle."

"Our castle?"

But Sarah didn't get an answer as a numbing sensation filled her and they vanished.

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AN: Wow, another long chapter o.o I'm shocked at myself. Not much to say about this chapter. Nothing really unusual. ::shrugs::

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