Chapter 13 already… *yawns* Man I'm bored. Waiting to go snow tubing later today…So I thought I'd just update this, as I'm not going to be writing tomorrow. Maybe Monday….

nights ether: If you are typing your fics in basic word, then just italicize it. Works for me!

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Oh, and if you think you might want me to boost the rating, I can probably at least make it PG-13. So review and tell me what you think! And also, I have an inkling to make at least one chapter a songfic. Good idea? Bad idea? I was gonna use Clay Aiken's "I Survived You", but if you've got any ideas, just give me a song you think'll tie into the storyline ^.~ Dunno when I'll get to fit it in, but ya know… ^.^;;

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"M-me?" Lindsay stuttered. "Why me??"

Dragon leered back at her, but this time there was a certain seriousness in his gaze that made Lindsay want to shrink back under a rock. "Because you are the one I have chosen. I have watched you since you were too young to talk, just as Jareth looked after Sarah. You intrigued me. And because of my interest, I gave you a portion of my power. All you have to do is love me, and I shall unlock all that. We shall rule the Underground together!"

Lindsay stared at him. "Didn't you hear me before?" She asked. "I said I want to be with Jareth, not destroy him."

An owl hooted from a few feet away. Dragon whirled, drawing a sword from somewhere within the folds of his cloak.

"It's just an owl," Lindsay said, rubbing her temple. "Don't tell me the demon king is scared of a little owl."

"You know very little, girl," he hissed. His yellow eyes darted back and forth.

"You think I don't know an owl when I hear one?"

"Fool! Things are not always what they seem in this place. You should have figured that out by now." The floor of the Labyrinth crackled under his feet as he turned.

Lindsay rolled her eyes. "What else would it be?"

"I saw Sarah tell you her story of the Labyrinth," he muttered. "Weren't you listening when she said that Jareth turned into an owl when she defeated his maze?"

Oh yeah. "You really were watching me, weren't you?"

Exasperated, Dragon turned on her. "What do I have to do to show you I'm not lying? You don't believe a word I say."

She considered. After a time, she spoke. "Show me Sarah."

"That much I can do." His hand gestured into the air, and a diamond mirror appeared in his grasp. Lindsay gasped in wonder. When she reached out to finger the smooth surface, however, Dragon pulled it away.

"No, don't touch it. Just look into it."

Numbly, she nodded. The Demon King's power was starting to become eminent to her. She shifted forward and gazed into the polished shimmering surface.

Dragon murmured a few indecipherable words in another language, and the reflection began distorting and writhing in the round mirror. Slowly, a lighted room swam into view. Lindsay squinted. She could vaguely make out dancing figures and a great ballroom. "What's going on? I don't see-"

Then, Sarah and Jareth swirled by, Sarah gently resting her head on the Goblin King's shoulder, Jareth lightly holding her waist and lips moving wordlessly.

"What the h*#$?!" Lindsay screeched. She reached out and grabbed the mirror, nearly knocking it out of Dragon's hands. The image flickered, then nothing was left in the diamond circle was a reflection of the Labyrinth wall. Frustrated, she shook it violently. "How could Jareth still love her after what she put him through?!"

"Have you no respect for anything?!" Dragon yanked it away from her and tucked it back into his cloak. "This mirror is important."

But Lindsay wasn't listening. Her fists clenched and she nearly shook from fury. "You know what, Dragon?" She said finally. "I think I will help you. But on one condition."

He licked his lips. "And what would that be?"

"I want you to kill Sarah, and leave the Goblin King to me."

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Sarah clutched Jareth's cloak with sweaty palms. Her face was buried in his shoulder, some for comfort, but mostly to hide the flush that was creeping across her face. Part of her was amazingly ecstatic, but another part of her was nagging at her conscience.

If only Bryan could see you now, she thought guiltily. Wait! Bryan…What happened to him?

Jareth shifted, sensing her unease. "Is something wrong?"

She jumped, then looked up at him. "I have a question."

"Ask, and I will answer to the best of my ability."

Sarah hesitated. So far, the night had been perfect; something straight out of a fairytale, and she didn't want to ruin it. But she couldn't bear it if Bryan was in danger.

"Do you know what happened to Bryan?" She asked.

The room seemed to take a sudden chill. Jareth glared hard off over Sarah's shoulder.

I knew I shouldn't have asked…

She pressed on anyway. "Well…do you?"

"Of course I do."

Sarah waited for him to say more, but his lips were pursed tightly and he didn't look ready to continue. Finally, she interrupted his now icy resolve. "Please, Jareth! I couldn't stand it if anything happened to him…"

His hands dropped from her waist. Cold blue eyes regarded her, and she shrank back under their gaze.

The Goblin King made a few false starts, then closed his eyes and tried to collect his thoughts. After a while, he continued.

"I said I would answer to the best of my ability, and that I shall. I locked him away in an oubliette, deep within the Labyrinth."

Sarah stared. "You…WHAT?!"

He looked away. "He was keeping you from me."

"Jareth!" Now it was Sarah's turn to stutter, but this time in anger. "Why would you do a thing like that?!"

He regarded her icily. "And I suppose you'll want to be seeing him, am I right?"

"Yes! By God, I do!"

"Then see him you shall." Jareth summoned a crystal. "Move!" He shouted to the startled dancers. They cleared the floor and stood in a huddled line at the edge of the room.

Jareth threw the crystal into the hallway leading further into the castle. Inside, the oubliette formed. "Go to him Sarah," he hissed. Then he shoved her forward into the dark.

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Bwahahahahaha…My boyfriend is so stupid. I made him read this, and when he got done he im'd me and said "Demon King? Huh. You need to make him look a little bit more evil." And when I asked how, he answered "Give him horns." I laughed so hard. Sorry, I'm done.