Chapter Five

Disclaimer/Author's note: Sadly enough, I don't own the Labyrinth. I have the soundtrack, and the movie and even a poster, but I don't own it. Well guys, here's chapter five! I think I'm getting better at writing, because I know in the 7th grade I couldn't spell maybe. I kept spelling it 'mabye'. So yeah, you wonder WHY I need an editor (though I can spell it now, it's just, I have NEW spelling/grammar issues). Here's chapter five for ya!

Sarah swallowed the peace of fruit as bravely as she could muster. It sunk into her stomach and she had to stifle a gag, but she made it down. Jareth, once again, was perplexed. She had done something that he was sure she couldn't do. He was so sure that she'd give up and admit that he petrified her to no end. But no, she mustered up enough trust to do the unthinkable.

Once seeing that it wasn't drugged she took another bite. She actually thought that maybe she'd be able to eat peaches again. Ever since the incident, she couldn't stand them. But seeing how she could eat it without throwing up, or gagging, or dying for that matter, she figured that maybe she could handle them again. That is, until she grew drowsy. Jareth watched as she grew more and more exhausted.

NOW she was terrified. He was going to hurt her or, rape her, or kill her, or something!! She struggled to stay awake.

"You're scared," Jareth pointed out and she gave him a disgusted look. No shit she was scared. Why wouldn't she be? How could she have trusted him? She was so stupid. She wavered from side to side, dropping the peach on the ground. Jareth steadied her and she brushed him off her.

"You tricked me," she whispered sleepily.

"You believe that," he said "that's why you're tired."

"Humm?" she asked, her legs buckling. Jareth caught her before she bashed her head into the wall. He slid down the side of the wall with her in his arms. Resting on the ground he laid her slightly back, resting against his chest.

"You're only getting tired because you don't trust me," he whispered and Sarah fought to try and stay awake. "Fighting isn't going to get you any progress," he teased "you have to give in."

"That's the last thing I want to do," she said, eyes closing.

"Exactly," he chuckled "that's why I did it."

"You're such a-," she stopped and yawned and tried to pull from her rested position against his chest. But she couldn't muster the energy.

"Want help?" he asked cockily.

"I can do this," she said, trying to keep determined but she was losing fast. She struggled to keep awake and Jareth watched as she helplessly kept her eyes open. She wouldn't last long. She thought the only part of the trust test was eating the peach, but it was actually what happened after she ate it, if she did at all.

Once eaten, the peach would normally make her tired for about two minutes. But, if Sarah lost trust in those two minutes she'd grow more tired by the moment. The trick was to give in and fall asleep, but knowing Sarah, Jareth knew she's struggle. He knew she'd think that he'd hurt her or something, and that'd keep her from giving in. If she trusted him, and gave into sleep, she'd wake up about five minutes later. If not and she'd struggle, she'd wake up a few hours later with a very bad headache and most likely not moving so well. Sarah sat up, trying to keep herself awake.

"Alright," she sighed "I need help."

"So?" Jareth asked "what do you want me to do about it?"

"You just asked me if I needed it," she mumbled.

"Needed what?" he asked.

"Help," she snapped.

"Help what?" he teased.

"It's hopeless," she muttered.

"Not if you ask the right questions," he added, moving her hair from her face. Sarah remained quiet for a while not wanting to ask for help. More so asking Jareth for his help. What was he trying to do, break her? Sarah didn't care anymore, she couldn't keep awake.

"Jareth will you help me?" she grumbled quickly.

"Humm?" he teased "sorry I wasn't paying attention, what'd you say?"

"I'm in desperate need of your assistance," she muttered and Jareth didn't bother trying not to grin.

"Alright," he said "I'll give you a hint." He pulled her closer to him and brought his lips close to her ear. "Trust me enough to give in," he whispered. Sarah thought a moment. Give in? He meant fall asleep? So he wanted her to stop fighting and give up and fall asleep, so he could what, hurt her?

The idea dawned on Sarah that perhaps the whole thing was a test. Something Jareth had put together to try and get Sarah to trust him, because they both knew that she didn't. With a sigh, she lay back against Jareth's chest and closed her eyes. Scared as she was, she'd try to trust him. He might seem as if he was ready to hurt her, but he could have done that at any given time.

Sleep began to overcome her, though she was still silently fighting it. Seeing that she was terrified Jareth took her hand in his and she froze. She stopped breathing, moving, thinking and she opened both of her eyes and looked at him. Funny how something like that could shock her into a state of temporarily awareness.

She took a relaxed deep breath and laced her fingers with his; she closed her eyes again and drifted off to sleep. Jareth watched her as she gave up, as she completely gave in and trusted him. He silently chucked to himself. Maybe there was hope for them after all.