Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own anything dealing with Labyrinth and such characters that you might know to be someone's other than mine.

A/N: I am sorry I haven't updated, but I have been really busy. Don't hurt me!

Janet paced her throne room. Her plan was all laid out before her. Everything was arranged, and now, all she had to do was follow through with them. She stopped and pulled out a small vile containing a clear liquid. It was well known in the Underground, entitled Flying Poison. This was because the effects it had on its victim was as follows: The drinker would feel as though they were flying through the air, just like a bird. When set free, the victim would try and fly off the ground. And just before they decide to come in for a landing, they will see the 'sun', whatever they see at the time. They will feel compelled to go closer and closer to the sun, until...

Poof! The unfortunate drinker of the potion would spontaneously combust and burn to nothingness. This thought brought a smile to Janet's lips. Oh, how she would love to see Sarah go into a burst of flames.

Suddenly, her expression darkened as thoughts crossed her mind. Why should she do it tonight? Why not torment the human a while longer? It just all seemed too easy and not as much fun if she were to kill Sarah off now.

She smiled as another thought crossed her villainous mind. What she could do is to invite the unsuspecting Jareth to the castle, guards all around the castle, of coarse. She would invite him to dinner, Sarah right across from him. She then would decide upon a 'truce' between the three. She would apologize for her wrongdoings. They would sign the 'treaty', which is what it would appear to be, and then she would propose a toast to the long life and good health of both Jareth and Sarah. After the two lovebirds drank, it would have been to late, and the fast acting poison would kill them both instantly.

Thus, the treaty would transform into a will, one in which Jareth had left all his worldly goods to Janet. Yes, she thought. This was a much better plan than her original one. This is the plan that would work. This way, she would not give Jareth five years to change his mind on anything. That could give him too much time to clear his thoughts.

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"I've got it!" exclaimed Herman as he ran through the big double doors of his sons private chambers. "I know where Janet is dwelling!"

"What?" exclaimed Jareth, jumping to his feet. In doing so, he nearly spilled the ink bottle all over the letter he had been writing to some of his cousins. "But that's impossible! We looked East, South, West, and even throughout our own lands! We found nothing!"

"That's because, my simple minded son, we were not thinking big enough!" exclaimed Herman. He took out the map that he had concealed in the arms of his robes and spread it out on the foot of his sons bed. By now, Jareth was next to him.

"See?" exclaimed Herman. "We have searched here, here, and here," he said, jabbing at the map. "But we have found nothing that compared to this type of paper."

"Exactly," nodded Jareth, a serious look on his face. It was only now that Herman noticed how many years Jareth seemed to have aged in just the past few months. "Every type of paper was either too thick, too thin, or not of the same texture as the paper sent to us by Janet."

"Well, that is because the paper is from a rare type of tree, found only here, on this small island, which stands apart from the Underground!" Herman smiled triumphantly, pointing to a small dot on the map that Jareth had never noticed before his father had showed it to him just now.

"La Isla Pequeno?" Jareth asked curiously. "What is that, Spanish?"

"Yes, it is Spanish, meaning the Small Island," said Herman, who was fluent in many languages aside from English, including Spanish, French, and German.

"Well, it certainly suits the island," nodded Jareth. "Great, we shall travel to this island straight away. Let me get my cloak." Jareth headed for his closet, but his father stopped him.

"No. It is not wise of you to do so, son. At least, not alone. It would be very dangerous of you to do so."

"I know, Father," said Jareth, looking rather annoyed. "But I am willing to take that risk. Anything for Sarah and my child that she happens to be carrying right now. Need I remind you that she should be about three months into the pregnancy? And every day, that child grows more and more important to me."

"I know, son," said Herman, walking up to his son and then placing a firm hand oh his shoulder. "That is exactly how I felt when your mother was pregnant with you. And I know how important it is that you get your wife and your soon to be born child back. But any rash movements could only provoke and/or quicken Janet's plans on killing both. Please think about it before you do anything really rash, son."

Jareth nodded, knowing once again that his father was right. He hugged his father for perhaps the first time in ages and then went to tell his mother the news about the island.