A/N: Okies.Please don't kill me. Erm.Please? Bewhere. Hope I'm in a good mood when I write the next chappie or deaths may result. MWAHAAHA! ...Whoa..That was odd.
Disclaimer: I own Rose and Bobby. Even though I wish I didn't own Bobby. Evil son of a . . . any way . . . I own no one else.

Jareth was standing at the top of a staircase. The moment he was there he could tell some thing was wrong. He could feel the fear. It was everywhere in this house. Fear and pain. He could see the front room from the stairs. There was blood all over the white marble floor. It was pooled around,

"Sara!" He whispered. It took him a moment to regain the cold, contemptuous look that was the goblin king.

He jumped over the railing and landed like a cat next to Sara's still body.

She smiled coldly and coughed on blood, "Jareth."

He nodded with no emotion.

"You heard me call." He voice was rough and husky from the blood caught in her throat.

Jareth could hardly breath. There was so much blood. It was all over the floor and her.

"I heard."

Sara smiled, "I'm dying Jareth."

He shuddered, "I can see that."

"Oh Jareth." She said with intended cruelty, "You never would let you feelings show."

"Who did you wish away this time?" She started to say some thing but he cut her off, "And is it really worth my time or will you just run my maze again?"

"I'm hardly in the condition to run your maze." She laughed "I can see that." He whispered She barked out a laugh and choked.

"Who."

"My daughter."

"Why?" he asked with alarm

"The only place the bastard that did this to me can't get her." "Who would do. . ." He asked slowly, aghast at all the crimson blood that slackened the marble floor until Jareth could even tell it was once white. "My husband." She told him coldly. "You would marry . . ." He trailed off. "You see, Jareth. There was nothing more I could do. You cold, heart-less bastard. You brought me to this. It might as well been you holding the knife." Sarah hacked up more blood then smiled and fell unconscious.

Jareth knelt beside her and rested his hand on the wound. He hoped the slight healing he could do in her world could keep her alive.

Jareth trusted the strong feeling behind the pink painted door was Sara's girl.

He knocked on the door softly. When a small whimper came from within but no movement, he slowly opened the door.

There was a little girl, hiding under her blankets, in her bed. He saw a small hand snake out of the hiding place and grope around for a moment before finding and grabbing a small toy unicorn.

"Hello." He said turning his voice from the cruel goblin king to the gentle croon

The whimper got a bit louder.

"It's alright, I won't hurt you."

The whining stopped. A small head poked out from the blankets.

"W-who are you?"

"I'm Jareth." He said and took a step closer. She cringed but didn't hide.

"M-mummy said not to trust Jareth. Or daddy. She said that." The girl nodded vigorously as if to prove her point.

"I won't hurt you," He repeated

"But mummy said!" She protested.

Jareth took slow steps closer until he was just an arms length away. "Why did your mom say that?" He asked, trying hard to not let the emotional blow hurt. "You didn't listen to us!" The girl accused, gaining a bit of courage. "You don't love us!" "I-" "Do you?" "I'm here to help you." "Mummy said!"

"It's alright. You're ok."

"M-mummy."

"Ok."

"Said not to."

"Your fine"

"To-to trust."

Jareth took a sharp breath as the moon light poured through the window reveling bruises and cuts that made him wince. Both eyes were blackened and all down her neck. A smear of dried blood rested at the corner of her mouth. Her arms were in similar shape. "What happened, dear?" He asked her in his most trusting voice. She smiled in an eerie manner. "Mummy said not to trust you. Or Daddy." He suppressed a groan of pain as he thought what she had been through. "I swear I wont hurt you." "I don't trust you. You don't love us." He twisted his hand. Suddenly a glass orb appeared in his grip. The girl gasped. "A shiny!" She sounded pleased. "Do you want to hold it?" He asked her softly. She became wary. "I don't know . . ." He tossed it lightly to her. She caught it with a look of triumph. But her eyelids dropped in a deep, enchanted sleep. Jareth scooped her into his arms like a treasure and took her safly into the underground.

The pain was crippling but added to the grief of losing her only daughter, Sarah felt like she would die. What would he tell her, when Rose grew up? Would he say that Sarah wished her away because she didn't love her? Or would he tell the truth?

She had to get help. The wound wasn't bleeding as badly but needed stitches. Lots of stitches.

Sarah pushed herself up onto her elbows then, slowly, inched across the floor.

She could see it on the table but there was no way she could reach it.

How? How could she get it down?! The phone cord! If she pulled on the phone cord then she could knock it off the table.

He hand fisted around several wires and she pulled. She did it slowly so she wouldn't pull the phone cord out. It started inching towards her.

Closer. Closer. It stopped suddenly. A leather-clad hand held it firmly in place.

With out looking up Sarah spat, "Jareth."

"Yes, it's me." His voice was no longer unemotional but cold and cruel.

"I suppose you want me to die."

"Die?" His eyebrows rose, "No. I never wanted you to die, Sarah."

She gritted her teeth and fought dearly for consciousness, "Then what is it!?"

"Simple. You tore my heart out and left me there to die. I'm only giving you the same curtsy."

"That was different! You couldn't actually die!"

"Oh how very wrong you are." He smiled sadly, showing off his oddly pointed fangs

"Help." She croaked, feeling her strength ebb.

"In return for what, Sarah? More pain?"

"In return for my life!"

"No."