Another very big thanks to my beta. My spelling is awful even with spell check and she somehow gets it to all make sense again. Thanks honey. The usual disclaimer applies:

Jareth, Sarah and the underground do not belong to me. They are the property of Jim Henson.

Enjoy!!!!!

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The heat that could be felt within the large, stone room was not the kind that could be associated with a fire. It was, in fact, a result of the anger that was increasingly growing within Sarah. She had been investigating her room and still had no idea as to where she was. As can be imagined this was not helping her current disposition. Having had enough of being confined to the one room, Sarah decided that it was time to go snooping. Throwing open the ornate but heavy, wooden door she stormed off down the hallway in hope of finding something that would tell her where she was.

It had been half an hour since Sarah left her bedroom and her temper showed no signs of cooling down. She had wandered from hallway to hallway and through each room she had come across and was starting to feel anxious. Many of the rooms she had seen were big and dark, and she had yet to see any sign of power or modern plumbing. Come to think of it she had yet to see any sign of life.

Maybe this place is abandoned. But if it is what am I doing here? Does Audrey know I'm gone? Am I still in New York? Will I still be able to get to class? Sarah's mind was a whirl with questions, all of which she wanted an answer to, but that seemed unlikely at present. Turning a corner Sarah found the door to yet another room. Upon inspecting the door she found that it was just like all of the others except for one major difference. While the others had been ornately carved this one was plain. There were no fancy designs engraved into the wood anywhere.

"How unusual," Sarah voiced quietly, "well I might as well see what's inside. No use stalling, it doesn't appear as though I'll be going anywhere anytime soon."

Stepping up to the door Sarah turned the handle and gave it a push. It didn't move. Pushing again, only slightly harder, Sarah found that the door still would not open. Several more attempts also proved futile. Looking at the handle Sarah found that there was no lock. Thinking that perhaps the door was jammed she tried once again to open it. This time however, she tried to pull the door back towards its' hinges in hopes that this would help unstick the jam. Once again this proved to be useless. Realising that she was only getting crankier the more she failed, Sarah turned around and walked away from the door. Her curiosity would kill her eventually, so if she ever found anyone in this damn place she would have to get them to open the door for her.

It was only after Sarah had turned her back on the door that she noticed a window that appeared to look outside. Realising that this was the first opportunity that she had had to see outside she eagerly ran over to the area where sunlight was visible. However, no amount of eagerness could have prepared her for the sight she was to see. A woodland. It was beautiful and yet menacing at the same time and the dark, green foliage seemed to have some sort of magical appearance. After looking at it for several long minutes Sarah knew that she had seen this particular forest before. In fact she had not only seen it, she had travelled through it!

It was all starting to make sense. A forest with an almost magical appearance, the lack of power and modern plumbing, the big heavy, wooden doors and the long hallways. After wondering so many hallways she knew the place was big. You could say that it was almost a castle. 'Oh god, not a castle'. She only knew of one instance where she had been in a castle and that had been in a place that she thought she was never going to be again. The Labyrinth.

It suddenly hit her like a train between her eyes. The forest she had seen had a magical quality because it was magical. And although a lot of castles had no power or plumbing only one had halls that ran for miles. Add to this the locked doors when no lock was visible and you could only come to one conclusion. She was back in the Underground.

"Oh my god! No. This can't be happening. I didn't even make a wish. I'm really just dreaming in my bed while I wait to wake up so I can go to class. Please let me be dreaming. Please, please let me be dreaming." Sarah pleaded to herself. Remembering that you can't see your hands in dreams Sarah realised she just had to raise her appendages into view to prove she was dreaming. After all she couldn't possibly be standing in a hallway in HIS castle. It just wasn't possible. Was it? Raising her arms in front of her face Sarah screamed. She could see her hands which meant that she wasn't dreaming. She really was standing in the Goblin Kings hallway. Realising this made Sarah's temper turn from one of anger to that of almost fiery rage. Someone was going to bear the full force of her fury and she knew just who. With that she spun around and headed for the throne room (if she could find it), where she was bound to find him.

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Jareth woke with a start. His body was alive with power, which was not unusual considering that he was the most powerful Fae in the Underground. What was unusual was the fact that the power that coursed through his body was not his own. He had awoken to the feel of magical residue and it was powerful. If he was right he had felt the transfer of some very powerful magic and there were only two others present in his castle that could wield magic like himself.

Throwing back the covers Jareth quickly dressed. A midnight blue, silk poets shirt, black breeches and black knee high boots were all quickly thrown on. Jareth didn't worry about his hair, it was untameable even by him. A quick glance in the mirror to make sure he was respectable and than he translocated to the chambers of his guests. Standing outside Abriel's apartments Jareth knocked forcibly on the door. He suppressed a smile when he heard the long string of complaints coming from Abriel about being too early in the morning for any sane person. However, all complaints ceased when he opened the door to see Jareth standing in front of him. Knowing that the king was also not a morning person Abriel assumed that his calling was important.

"Abe I need you to get dressed and meet me at Constance's chambers. Try not to take all day about it will you. I know how much you like to dawdle," Jareth said before he disappeared presumably to wake Constance.

Sighing as he closed the door Abriel hurried to get dressed and translocated to his sisters' room. When he arrived Constance was also dressed and both Fae were sitting out on the balcony. It appeared as though breakfast had been served for all three friends to eat as they talked.

"Abriel nice of you to join us," Constance acknowledged as she noticed him. "Jareth wouldn't tell me what was so important until you got here. Knowing that you may be a while I had breakfast sent up," she continued smiling as she spoke. It was well known between all three that none of them were morning people and that to be woken before nine am it had to be important. At the acknowledgment of his presence Constance had formally invited her brother to dine with them. So as not to offend anyone Abriel took his seat beside his sister at the table, that and the fact that he was starving and everyone present knew of his love for food.

"So Jareth what was so important that it couldn't wait any longer?" Abriel asked as he started eating.

"Have either of you gained anymore power that I am not aware of?" Jareth asked rather seriously.

Noticing that the topic appeared to be a rather serious one Constance answered for both siblings as formally as required. "No my Lord. We have gained no more power than we already possess. Why do you ask Sire?"

"This morning I was woken up by the transfer of some very powerful magic. I could tell by the feel of it that it was not dark, and as you two are the only others in my kingdom, besides myself, that could perform magic I thought that maybe I would check to see if it was one of you. However, it appears that it was not."

"No. It was neither of us," Abriel stated. "I would love to wield the type of power you are talking about, but I am afraid that I have to admit that I do not. Only the great Jareth himself could wield that much power," Abriel teased trying to take some of the seriousness out of the conversation. Abriel never really liked serious topics. Although he could participate in them when the need was there, he preferred not to. He figured that the longer you spent being serious the less time you had doing more enjoyable things.

"If we are to figure out the cause of your worries Jareth I suggest that we move to the throne room so that we may have a chance in tracing it," suggested Constance. Although she knew her brother was only trying to be helpful in easing the tension, Constance knew that this was indeed a serious matter. One that should be sorted out as soon as possible.

Jareth nodded his head in agreement at Constance's suggestion and soon all three found themselves standing in the middle of the throne room. Jareth was the first to move, quickly walking over to the throne and seating himself comfortably within it. Both Constance and Abriel also walked over to the throne, each standing one either side of the king. In order to trace the power all three would combine their magic into one of Jareth's crystals, with the king himself acting as a focus.

When all were ready Jareth conjured a crystal with the flick of his wrist. Just as all three were about to send their power into the small globe there was a loud bang as the doors to the room were thrown open. Looking up to see who had broken their concentration, Jareth was surprised to say the least when he saw Sarah storm into the room.

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Sarah had stormed from hallway to hallway for about and hour now looking for the throne room, and it was safe to say that it had only infuriated her further. After leaving the window she'd headed straight towards a flight of stairs leading downward. It was only after reaching the bottom she realised the stairs were infact a servants entrance and that there was noway the king would be found down there. So with an aggravated stamp of her foot Sarah turned around and marched back up the stairs. Since that had happened she had been through what she thought had to be every hall in the castle and still had not found the room she was looking for.

"This is ridiculous," she cried in frustration. "How many freaking hallways do you need for one god damn castle? What's he do, send his guests through them like a mini Labyrinth? Does he get some sick pleasure out of watching people get lost within his mazes? If he thinks I'm going to go through that thing again he has another thing coming. I would sooner live with Karen than run that thing a second time." With that Sarah turned a corner into yet another hall. However, this one was different. There were two huge, wooden doors at the end of it and they looked very familiar.

Holding her head high Sarah marched towards the doors and gave them a rough shove. They opened with a rather loud bang, and Sarah was left standing in the middle of an open doorway. Scanning the room she saw the king sitting in his thrown concentrating on a crystal, with two others on either side of him. Storming in with renewed anger Sarah felt extremely smug when she saw the surprised look on Jareth's face. Coming to a stop in front of the throne she said the first thing that came to mind.

"I want an explanation and I'm not leaving 'till I get one!"