Chapter One

Disclaimer/Author's note: Well me and my little goblin friends are back! And we've decided on a more... realistic way to portray the story rather than, happy go lucky. For my faithful readers you know that the worst thing that ever happens to my Labyrinth characters is they fall in love and forget who they are. So, without further ado, welcome to... (sorry, I once again have no title! Review for ideas PLEASE!!) Oh yeah, and I don't own the Labyrinth, Jareth, Sarah... blah blah blah. On with the story!!

Never before had Sarah felt such terror than when Jonathan Richards forced her down on that bed. Even in the most terrifying situations she had always kept calm and was unafraid. But now she was trembling in fear, begging him not to do what he was about to do. She struggled, but all was in vain. The captain of the football team was not going to be overtaken by a young girl. He quickly pinned her hands to the bed and started unbuttoning her jeans.

"Oh God no," she breathed but nothing would stop him. No one was going to save her. He was now pulling at her bra. She looked around helplessly, but what could she do? Finally, out of sheer terror Sarah cried out the last man she'd ever think to call upon. "Jareth help me," she screamed desperately and the meat headed jock stopped and gave a bewildered look.

Jareth appeared posthaste and sent a malevolent glare towards the jock that was just about to mortify the young girl who he had so violently pinned. Sarah was trembling uncontrollably from both fear and her unremitting sobs. Jareth mused over the situation for a moment. Perhaps he should allow Sarah to be violated; she deserved it after breaking his heart. Then again, he did love her.

Without a word Jareth simply pointed to the boy, who was still looking quiet shocked, and then the wall on the other side of the room. The hefty boy was then sent flying through the air, colliding his head with the wall. He fell to the floor with a thunderous thud and a grunt, knocked unconscious. Sarah quickly put her shirt back on and buttoned her jeans, though she was still breathing heavily.

Still fearful, Sarah stood to her feet and stood directly in front of Jareth. He didn't give her that mocking smile he always did, oh no, he looked pissed. And he was. There wasn't a reason he shouldn't have been. Two years after the fact and there she was, the woman Jareth so desperately wanted to hold, calling upon him when she needed to be rescued.

"Jareth" Sarah whispered quietly, as if about to explain her situation.

"Address me properly," he snapped and she quickly shut her mouth. Jareth took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"You're Majesty," she said, correcting herself. When had Sarah been so obedient? Normally she would have just called him Jareth again and he would have gone along with it. But now... she was fearful. Jareth kept a smile at bay, he could control her so easily if he wanted to. But that wasn't what he wanted; he merely wanted power over her, not to break her.

He had to admit that he liked her stubbornness. But this Aboveground life was making her less of a dreamer and more, adult like. She was angry, afraid, and dependent on everything but her dreams and hopes. He didn't like this at all. She didn't belong Aboveground. She belonged with him.

"You know my policy," Jareth said coldly and Sarah frowned.

"I've been through a lot," she said holding back her rage "I don't need more."

"And that's why your taking a vacation," Jareth said, smirking at her.

"But what about my home and school and family?" Sarah asked "they will surly notice me missing."

"I will personally take care of it," Jareth said offering his gloved hand.

"You do realize I'm telling you no, in the most polite way possible," Sarah said, refusing to even acknowledge his offer. Ah, there was the stubbornness.

"And do you realize that according to the rules I own you?" he asked raising an eyebrow "hence able to A: do whatever I like with you; B: make you stay either Aboveground or Underground; and C: have very much power over you."

"You didn't save my life," Sarah retorted "only my virginity."

"Unless you'd like me to own that instead," Jareth grinned and offered his hand again "I'd suggest you not bring it up." Sarah took a deep breath and took his hand. Either way, she was beat, and she knew Jareth had a point so she kept her mouth shut.

They quickly faded into what looked like a bedroom and Sarah froze. Surly he wouldn't hurt her, would he? He couldn't have been that cruel. Jareth glanced back at her and smirked, she was completely terrified.

"Come on," he said leaving the room "I shall show you to your room."

"My room?" Sarah asked, feeling very much confused "what do you mean my room?"

Jareth sighed in frustration "if you are referring to why we were in my room," he said feeling slightly annoyed "it was because you had woken me from my sleep while calling me. And I must return to the place I transported from, from world to world."

"Oh," Sarah said quietly "I'm sorry."

"For what?" he asked coldly, not even bothering to look at her as they both walked down the twisting hallways.

"Now that you mention it a lot of things," Sarah said silently "but originally I mean for waking you."

"Well I suggest you specify," Jareth snapped "or I won't be able to tell you if I forgive you or not."

"Oh," she said looking down "you're still pissed off about the whole beating your Labyrinth thing."

"No," he said, trying to keep his anger under control "I'm still pissed off about-" he didn't finish. "Why were you in that room with that boy anyways?"

"Blind date," Sarah muttered.

"He's not your-" he didn't finish again. But he just couldn't bring himself too.

"No," Sarah said quickly "and if you were wondering I haven't had one since I was fifteen."

"Why?" he asked, facing her. His look was serious and stern.

"I don't know," she lied. Sarah did know though. She couldn't bare hurting Jareth any more than she had the first time. So she'd kept herself from having a boyfriend for two years. Jareth stopped in front of a nicely carved door.

"Your room," he said bluntly "normally you'd be woken for breakfast, but considering what has happened, feel free to sleep. When your hungry come down stairs, I'll be sure there's something prepared."

"Will I have a chance to speak with you?" Sarah asked, keeping her voice calm and clear.

"As you wish," Jareth said giving a short bow. Normally, he'd be crueler but, she had gone through enough. He'd let her rest now. He turned to leave and Sarah caught his shoulder. He turned around, wondering if there was another need to fill.

"Thank you," she said quietly "Jareth." He gave a sad smile and went on his way. Sarah went into the room and fell on the bed. She wept uncontrollably until she fell asleep, exhausted. Jareth heard her cries long after the clock struck two, but soon after they simmered down and faded away. He sighed in relief, she would be alright. She was just afraid and confused, not to mention pissed off that she'd have to stay Underground.

Jareth turned over and soon fell asleep, wishing that he didn't have to get up early that morning.

Author's note: Well? Was it better than my older versions? Am I getting better? Or does it suck? looks at goblins and asks 'does it suck?' they all nod Well what do YOU know ya pain in the ass goblins? they all laugh Well, let's prove them wrong by reviewing my very first chapter to... damnit, no freaking title yet, well.. the first chapter to this story! Also, we are in desperate need of a title as you can see, anyone got an idea? Thank Ya! And please leave a contribution in the little box!

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