I AM UPDATING!!! I swore to get every single fic updated before I left for Vegas, so here's the first one of oh about 6.... So R&R!!

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"Uhn…" Bryan swiped his hand over his eyes, blinking and trying to take in his surroundings. At first he was a bit disoriented, but he quickly regained his composure when he saw the Demon King crouching next to him, a satisfied smirk gracing his face. "You!" Bryan spat, scrabbling back away from the red head.

"Yes, me," Dragon got to his feet, walking after Bryan. "Welcome to the Demon Castle."

The young goblin's head swung back and forth as he pushed to get as far away from his captor as possible. "Why did you bring me here?!" He coughed, clutching a hand to his throat where Dragon had crushed his windpipe. The yelling had tickled the tenderness, sending a searing pain up through his neck.

"Don't strain yourself, idiot." Dragon grabbed Bryan's arm and yanked him forward so he could speak into his ear. "I'll not have you dying before I can use you in the war for the Underground."

"Get-AWAY-from me!" The goblin shoved at the demon holding him in his iron grip, but to no avail. Dragon's hand held firm, keeping him right where he was.

"You are GOING to help me win this battle, Bryan, whether you like it or not." He tightened his hold as Bryan started up the struggle anew. "Hold still!" His hand shot out and smacked the young goblin across the face, sending him hurtling to the ground, landing with a thud on the cool marble. "Do you want to defeat Jareth or don't you?!"

"Dragon, stop it!" Lindsay stood up from where she had sat dazed by the throne. Seeing Bryan fly to the floor had awoken her form her stupor. She trotted over and grabbed Bryan off the floor, leaning him up against her to stop Dragon from hitting him again. "You've already nearly choked him to death. I think he gets the point that you're serious."

The Demon King stared at her through narrowed eyes. "Why are you protecting him, Lindsay? I'm not going to hurt him; he's too vital to my plans."

"Well maybe he would be more willing to help if you treated him like a comrade instead of a prisoner." Lindsay lightly smacked Bryan on the cheek. "Hey, you ok?" She turned back to Dragon. "Let me try and talk him into helping us, ok? Just go…do whatever, as long as it's not in this room."

"Since when are you one to command me?" But he stood up, flicking his red hair out of his golden eyes. "Very well; I will give you half an hour. But if he doesn't agree to help me before then, I shall beat him into complying." Then, with a nod, he swept out of the throne room, leaving the two alone.

"Lindsay…?" Bryan turned his mismatched eyes on her as she set hi back against the wall. "What are you doing here?"

"Dragon brought me here after he turned me into a demon." With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a demon to her side, ordering him to bring fresh cloths and bandages. The demon bowed and disappeared. She turned back to Bryan. "So what do you have against Jareth?"

"How did he do that?" Bryan asked, ignoring her question. His eyes swept over her red hair and golden irises with disdain.

"Answer the question! What do you have against Jareth?!" The demon had come back with the bandages, so she swiped them away and held them before Bryan. "Tell me, or I'll send these back."

The young goblin stared at the cloths and bandages in her hand for a moment, then turned his head to spit into the corner of the room. "Why do you think I have something against that bastard?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"That's not an answer, but I catch your drift." Lindsay tossed the bundled up rags to him and rocked back on her haunches. "You hate him because he took Sarah away, right?"

Bryan said nothing, choosing instead to wipe away some of the blood that had caked itself to his face.

"And when I was watching you, you said that you wanted to take the Underground for yourself. Is that really true?"

The goblin stopped wiping at his face for a moment. "I could care less for the Underground. All that matters to me is getting Sarah back…and getting things back to the way they were before all this…"

Lindsay reached over and took the soiled cloth from him. "Do you honestly think we can go back as a goblin and demon?" She asked softy, kneading the soft fabric between her fingers.

Both fell silent this time. The quiet hung over the room for several more minutes, beating down on them like an invisible weight. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Lindsay spoke up. "I'll help you get Sarah back, ok? As long as you promise not to kill Jareth."

A smirk touched his lips. "You're on."