Its all thanks to you, -tear-:

Me: ....who's me? I mean I'm me but I obviously didn't write that, so me must be you, right? Anyhows, I love Roswell.

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Ahh, here we are. The end. Finito. That's it. ....umm...right...

Chapter 15: The Final Curtain

Jareth looked out over the Labyrinth.

The past few days had been a mess. He had just spoken to Hoggle. As much as he loathed the little dwarf and envied his close relationship with Sarah, he had a right to know. Hoggle had confirmed to Jareth that he and Sarah had been missing for the best part of three days. And the dwarf had been just as devastated to find out that Sarah had not survived.

Jareth's gaze shifted from the view to his bed where the woman he loved, lay cold and lifeless. He had summoned a healer directly when they had returned, who had healed Sarah's wounds but could not do anything further to help her.

"Her soul is gone, you majesty. There is nothing more that can be done." The healers words echoed around Jareth's mind, deafening.

He moved over to sit beside the bed, something some hair from Sarah's face, the dark hair standing out starkly against her nearly white skin. His fingers played idly with the ends of her hair as he studied her pale face.

"You promised."

If anyone had been in the room with him they wouldn't have heard a thing. To the Goblin King himself, he sounded childish and sulky.

"I did though, didn't I?"

His head jerked up as he heard the whispered words. The room was silent and still. Not even a curtain moved as he looked about the room. Sarah still lay on the bed unmoving. He sat back and closed his eye. This was certainly going to drive him mad, and she'd only been dead twenty-five minuets.

It only gets worse from here. He thought distractedly, still fingering her hair mindlessly as he sat there. Suddenly Sarah's body arched off the bed as she gulped in a lung full of air. Her hand grasped his arm painfully as she fell back on the bed breathing heavily.

As she opened her eyes Sarah was aware of a few things; pain, everywhere, being the most obvious. Also she her throat felt as if she hadn't had a drink in an eon.

And Jareth.

Her Jareth, whose arm she appeared to have in a vice grip. "Ja..." She attempted to speak but it just came out as a dry rasp.

Jareth was in shock for a moment before jumping up and grabbing a cup of water. He held it to her lips and she drank greedily. When she was finished her head fell back on the pillow. She smiled gratefully up at him as he sat beside her on the bed.

"How...?"

She just smiled again. "I told you I wouldn't leave you."

He nodded and stroked her face softly. "I thought I'd lost you."

She laughed but it came as a tortured cough. "No way you can get rid of me that easily. I thought you'd learned that by now."

He smiled this time. His Sarah definitely hadn't gone anywhere. "Where did you go?"

She gazed up at him, trying to think of a way to explain where she had been. In the end she gave up. "I guess I just got lost, but I found my way back."

He bent down to her, pressing their foreheads together. "Thank god you did." Their lips met in a soul-searing kiss. When Jareth pulled back he could feel the wetness of her tears on his cheeks.

"Shh, what's the matter?"

"I guess I just missed you that's all. I was scared I wouldn't see you again."

"That makes two of us then." A contemplative look crossed Jareth's face for a moment and then he gripped Sarah's hand.

She looked up at him with curiosity.

"Sarah. I Love you more than I ever imagined I could love anyone. When you died I died with you. Marry me." Sarah opened her mouth to respond but Jareth cut her off. "I know your weak and sore now, but please think about it."

He didn't think he could take getting rejected by her and losing her again.

"Jareth I..." she struggled to sit up.

Jareth misread the look on her face and got up form the bed. "Your sorry? Well, I shall send you home as soon as you are able."

"Jareth..." She once again attempted to rise and failed, falling back on the soft sheets with a small "oh".

"I do not need your pity Sarah." He moved over beside the bed, looking down on her, and she was dismayed to see that his cold mask sneering of indifference.

She grabbed the sleeve of his billowing poets shirt and pulled him down so that his face was level with hers. She was propped up on one elbow and though this was causing her considerable pain, she was angry enough to ignore that for now.

"You know Jareth..." she said sharply "...of a king you can be amazingly dense sometimes. Why do you instantly assume that I will reject you?"

His lip curled. "You rejected me then."

She shook her head in disbelief. "I did what I did for Toby. And if I had to choose right now between my own happiness and Toby the result would still be the same."

He raised an eyebrow. "And now?" She frowned at him. "Do you see a toddler running around this place, 'cause I sure as hell don't." His eyes widedened slightly. "I love you Jareth. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I came back from the dead for you. I just wish you'd believe me. Or at least let me finish what I'm saying when I try to accept your marriage proposal." She fell back on to the pillows her brows knitted in pain. Her eyes were closed but she could feel him lean over her and she smiled when his lips brushed hers.

"Sorry." He murmured softly.

"You're a stubborn ass, but I think I can forgive you."

He lay down beside her, his arms wrapping around her protectively.

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Here we leave them, dear reader. I know you would like me to tell you that they lived happily ever after, in the tradition of all good fairy tales. But alas, I am sure you have noticed by now, that this was no ordinary tale. Happily ever after would never to justice to the lives of Sarah and Jareth. There was much sorrow and anger. Both many goblins and ornaments were thrown. Arguments were loud, forceful and passionate. But so are they. The love that they share has already overcome dangers untold and hardships unnumbered.

I don't think ever after should be too much of a problem for them.

The End(pretty much)

Well?

Slán Lad's. 'Till next time.