Disclaimer: Yet again, I do not own anything dealing with Labyrinth or anything else that you might recognize as not mine. I only own the plot and a few of the characters that I have added.

A/N: Ooh, last chapter for this story. I hope you guys like it. Crosses fingers Here's to hoping. Let me know what you think. Please leave a contribution in the little box. I don't want Jareth to send me to the bog of eternal stench because my story smells worse than the bog itself.

"Everybody, I have an announcement!" Everyone in the room looked up when Christine said this.

"What is it, Chris?" asked Toby.

"Guess," she said.

"You've.... found a cure for some third world disease?" asked Sarah, not really trying to guess. She sat in front of the firer with her needlework on her lap.

"Nope, guess again," smiled Christine.

"You've finally whooped Eric at chess?" asked Jareth from the couch, indicating Christines boyfriend. He was happy that he no longer had to wear that horrible bandage around his head, like he had to for the past four months.

"Close," smiled Christine. She looked around the room eagerly.

"You've whooped Eric with the chessboard?" inquired Jacob. He, too, was glad that he no longer had to be prisoner to those horrible bandages that bound his ankle for four months. Christine chuckled.

"No, he didn't sit still long enough for me to do that," she smiled.

"Well, for goodness sake, would you tell us already?" snapped Toby. "I wanna know that you are trying to tell us." Christine smiled broadly as her boyfriend of three and a half months walked up behind her.

"Eric and I are getting married," she announced. There was a small cheer among everyone in the room. Even Hoggle, Sir Didymus, and Ludo seemed to be excited about the news. Ambrotious was too busy with his meal to bother himself with what was going on.

"When are you getting married?" asked Sarah as she hugged Christine.

"In seven months," smiled Christine. "Only close friends and family are allowed."

"Congratulations, Eric old man," said Jacob as he shook the young faes hand and placed his hand on his shoulder. Eric had met Christine while at a school party for Toby, and they had been dating ever since. He had jet black hair that went to his shoulders and eyes as green as a leaf.

"Thank you, sir," he smiled. "We are both very, very happy indeed."

Later that night, Toby entered his parents chambers.

"Mother, father," he said.

"What is it, Toby?" Sarah asked, looking down at him.

"I just wanted to say that I am extremely sorry for the way that I treated you both. Mom, I am sorry that I yelled at you the way that I did. And father, I am sorry that I said I didn't want to be king. I do now and I hope that when I am, I am half as good as you are." He looked up at his parents.

"It's okay, son," said Jareth, setting both hands on either shoulder. "We are more alike than you think we are. I was the same way when I was your age. And I know that you will be twice the king that I am. You have a greater love inside of you than I did at your age. You saved you cousins life, as well as mine, and you brought my brother and me back together. You already are a great king." Sarah hugged Toby.

"You most certainly are," she agreed.

Seven months later...

"You may now kiss the bride," smiled the pastor at the front of the small congregation. As Christine and Eric kissed each other passionately, Sarah and Jareth smiled as both remembered their own marraige sixteen years earlier. This was definately the best life that they could have asked for and neither would have changed a moment of it. The good...... and the bad.

Finite

A/N2: There you go! R & R.