There was no way that Buffy and Spike could defeat their attackers and protect Sarah, they were just too out numbered. So changing tactics they made a break at the earliest opening. As much as they both hated leaving the fight they knew this was the wisest move they could make, they needed to get back to Giles and figure out why there was such an organized attack. Vampires with the exclusion of a very few were not creative or thoughtful enough to attack in such full force. Buffy grabbed Sarah's wrist pulling her into a fast paced run behind Spike.

"My car is over here, we can duck into it and go to the Watcher's." he shouted over his shoulder.

They kept up there pace until they reached the black DeSoto. However, they did not anticipate a second ambush. They were surrounded, again. Their attackers were wearing tight black, Mission Impossible-type outfits, and black ski masks. Spike made to hit one of their attackers he swung his fist and it impacted with the firm form of a jawbone. The vampire immediately staggered back in pain, clutching his head.

"Minor problem luv," he grunted out in pain, " these wankers are human."

Buffy groaned, while she did make a valiant effort to fight of the ambush by herself, Spike being effectively useless along with the helpless Sarah, the sheer volume of the attack was too much, especially when she couldn't easily dispose of her victims with a stake, her only hope was that she could knock them unconscious. Eventually the Slayer's strength began to wan, drained from two very extensive fights, the group closed in on her, and they had already captured Spike and Sarah. Two attackers pinned Buffy to the side of the car while a third pulled a gun on her and a fourth began speaking into a walkie-talkie.

"What do you want us to do with them?"

A familiar voice responded, however the tinnieness that came from the use of walkie-talkies made it hard for Buffy to pinpoint.

"Lock them in the trunk."

Another member of the group approached holding Spike's keys in his hands.

Once inside the trunk Buffy could still hear the familiar voice from the walkie-talkie, conversing with the leader of the attack.

"Why the trunk, we could have killed them?"

"Because what do you think will happen when a vampire who can't feed forcibly from humans experiences blood lust, or perhaps a certain slayer breaks out of the trunk for lack of fresh air only to find that it is high noon. The possibilities for mental torture far outweigh immediate death. After all this is revenge." The walkie-talkie's crackling mixed with the speaker's gruesome laugh, into a cacophonous symphony, making Buffy shiver.

They were alone now; their attackers had left them to die. It was very cramped with the three of them in the trunk. The blackness of their space made it feel even more confining, crushing their thoughts as well as their bodies.

"Spike! Why is your trunk so small? I have this hard thing in my back. If only I could turn some I could get enough room to kick the door up."

"I can't move, what about you pet?" Spike addressed Sarah.

"Huh?" Sarah's mind was swimming," oh sorry, no I can't. Say what were those things that attacked us?"

"Science experiments gone wrong?" Buffy tried to joke her way out of the question.

"Slayer I am hungry, got anything for me to eat?" Spike interjected.

"Spike didn't you eat before?"

"Nope, didn't have time, had to go to the bloody airport."

"I wish there were a way out of here..." Sarah sighed.

Spike gasped as a light started to emanate from behind the slayer.

"Spike what IS behind me?" Buffy asked, tension seeping into her voice, she managed to snake her arm around enough to grasp onto a hard round object, she pulled it forward so that everyone in the trunk could see it. Sarah's face, lit up with the glowing of the object, was shadowed with fear and shock as she saw what Buffy was holding. Buffy was amazed at what was before her.

"Spike, why do you have an Orb of Thessula?"

"I don't think that is really any of your business, luv." Spike continued to speak to himself, in his mind, 'Cor, how could I have forgot that was back there? I have it almost my whole bloody life. And why the bloody hell is it glowing?"

Sarah's thoughts were also racing, but her nature was less secretive than Spike's, "I think I know why it is glowing." Answering Spike's unvoiced question; Sarah took a deep breath to answer the questioning eyes that were looking at her expectantly. "I made a wish, I've seen something like it before."

"Of course! Why didn't I remember."

"What are you talking about Spike?"

Spike glared at Buffy, but decided it was in his best interest to answer her, "Someone I met along time ago, gave it to me, as a sort of favor."

"The one I saw, could be used to grant wishes."

"So that's why it is glowing?"

"I guess..."

"Ok, so how come we aren't out of this trunk yet? Didn't you wish to get out?"

"Maybe if we all wish?"

"Ok, on the count of three--"

"Hey! I never said you could use it!"

"Spike do you really want to spend your last minutes with me?"

"Sod it all, fine!"

The three occupants of the trunk closed their eyes, Sarah maneuvered her hand so she could hold Buffy's, she was not sure what Jareth's crystal would do to them, and she didn't want to face it alone. Buffy grasped Sarah's hand firmly, she understood Sarah's need, and in an unconscious act she stretched her other hand out to Spike, whatever they were about to face, they would face it together.

"I wish we were out of this trunk."

Nothing. That's what was left in the trunk, aside from the gentle fall of glitter and feathers.

********

Jareth was shaken out of his memories, which was well and good, it was not good to have a melancholy Goblin King. Somebody had wished themselves away.

"Better not be more Listians," he grumbled to himself, remembering all the havoc they had caused in times past. He idly wondered if there was such a thing as Listian repellant.

He stood up from his throne, and straightened his vest. Wrinkles were not imposing.

Buffy felt herself being pulled out of the trunk. Then she was falling. Spike landed first, in the pit, Sarah and Buffy fell on top of him simultaneously.

"Get off!" Spike pushed his way out from underneath the girls.

"Polite much!" Buffy picked herself up and gave a hand to Sarah, "So where are we."

"The Castle Beyond the Goblin City." Sarah said in a distant and dreamy voice, her back was to the throne and she was looking out across the Labyrinth, the sun was just rising and it was glowing like the dying embers of a fire.

"Welcome back Sarah, and who do we have here?"

"I'm Buffy and this is Spike," the Slayer turned to face their host, as it were, "and that is Sarah--wait, how do you know her?"

"Sarah and I go way back, wouldn't you say so my dear?" Sarah slowly turned to face Jareth, a moment she had both been longing for and dreading. "So Sarah, I see that you really do like my little Labyrinth, why else would you bring your friends?"

"We had no control over it. Spike's Crystal just automatically took us from the trunk to here."

"Spike? I don't remember giving a crystal to anyone named Spike." Jareth walked over to the vampire, whose uneasiness was steadily rising, both the approaching sun and approaching ruler were causing him to squirm in his place. "So, Spike, how did you get one of my crystals?"

Spike lifted his head and looked Jareth in the eye; "You gave it to me." Jareth's eyes widened in shock, he hadn't encountered eyes like that in centuries.