Chapter Two

Against all of her wishes, Jareth had taken Sarah back to his castle. When she'd replied with an 'it's not fair' he merely glanced at her and shook his head, disapprovingly. He wouldn't say much after that. They walked for a while, in silence, and finally (to Sarah's surprise) came to a room. He merely stopped, opened the door and showed her in and went back to his room.

I can't believe that what I feel is finally happening to me

Jareth went into his throne room and sat down, worriedly. What was he going to do with her? She wasn't going to stay quiet long, if at all. He knew she hated him. But he loved her, so desperately. He would do anything for her. If she told him to jump he probably would. He couldn't believe that he'd gone and lost his head over some girl. Some foolish suicidal girl.

Make it hurt and point a finger at my insecurities

A deep sharp pain struck him, right below his heart. It wasn't exactly pain, and then, it was. He hurt. She'd broken his heart once, and now, what would he do? If he offered himself once more she'd just spit in his face. If he came out and told her, bluntly that he loved her and wanted her to stay with him forever, she'd laugh. And as badly as he wanted to, Jareth wouldn't cry. He would show no weakness. He'd just keep it hidden within himself, concealed from the world.

Well I guess I just don't understand those complexities in your mind

He couldn't show his weakness, his feelings. No one believed he actually possessed them. That he could really feel love or hurt. All anyone ever saw him as was the malicious Goblin king. So that's what he portrayed himself as. If that's what they wanted to believe, then he'd just play his part. Just like Sarah was playing her part, denying the fact that she loved him. But of course, this was unknown to Jareth.

And I guess I just don't understand why this world seems so unkind

Sarah, on the other hand, was lying in her new bed, sobbing. Who gave him the right to save her? She didn't even want to be saved! She wanted to die! She wanted the pain to go away. To sleep. To just fall into a coma and forget everything. Was he TRYING to torment her? Was this punishment for beating him and his Labyrinth? Or maybe...

Maybe, maybe just once, I get just what's coming
maybe, maybe just once, I get what's coming to me

NO! She'd already decided that he had no feelings! That he didn't care. She'd convinced herself... hadn't she? Jareth couldn't understand why she was doing this to herself. Why she was tormenting herself. Why she kept making herself miserable and unhappy when all she had to do was admit. To accept. But she was stubborn and hardheaded.

Jareth sighed and walked down the hall, he needed to talk to her. He needed to explain. To admit. If she wouldn't, than he would. He'd lay himself on the line, once again so she could see; he'd make the first move for her. Even though it scared him to death, he'd do it to make her happy. He'd take everything, his pride, his fear, his love, his all, and put it out for her. He wouldn't just offer her her dreams, no not this time. This time, he'd offer his love.

So once again the way you feel

"Who gave you the right?" Sarah started as Jareth walked into her room, but Jareth raised a hand before she could continue.

"Must we argue?" he asked "can we not settle this like adults and have a calm conversation?"

"No we can not," she yelled stiffly "who gave you permission to save me?"

"I don't need anyone's permission," he grumbled "you were trying to drown yourself. Would you mind telling me why?"

"Yes I would," she said turning from him, facing the other side of the bed.

"Why won't you talk to me?" he asked. Sarah, still angry, was shocked at the question. He'd sounded concerned, as if he really wanted to know why she'd tried to kill herself.

"Must you ask?" she huffed "you stole my brother and made me solve your Labyrinth!"

You'll never ever stay the same and I'm to blame

"You wished him away," Jareth protested.

"And I told you I didn't mean it," she cried "I begged you to bring him back."

"But you did mean it," he said "that's exactly why I did it. You truly wanted him away. You wanted a better life. I did what you asked."

"I ASKED for him back," she said again, tears running down her face.

"And I've told you," he snapped sternly "what's said is said."

"And I'm saying-" she started but he cut her off.

I wonder just who made the rules up for this game

"I have rules to abide by also, Sarah," he snapped "don't think just because I have power that I am not without boundaries."

"You make the rules for the games you play," Sarah retorted.

"And some rules I can break," he said ignoring Sarah's last comment "such as giving you your brother back. But I chose not to."

"Your such a liar," she said quietly and he frowned.

"How dare you," he said angrily, storming over to her "I save your life and all you have to show for it is spitting in my face. Your just a spoiled brat Sarah, that's all you are. I'M not even that bad and I'm a king. You still take things for granted Sarah, you haven't learned a thing."

Well I guess I just don't understand, about what you want and what you need

For a moment, Sarah was stunned, amazed by the emotion and feeling in Jareth's voice. Perhaps he wasn't so emotionless after all. But then, she HAD seen him angry before, just not THIS upset.

"I didn't want to be saved," she grumbled.

"Why?" Jareth shouted "for God's sake why? How can your life be SO bad and me not notice?"

"First of all," Sarah snapped, glaring "you shouldn't spy on me. And secondly, its none of your busyness why I wanted to kill myself."

And I guess I just don't understand, about why this is how it has to be

With a sigh, Jareth gave up on trying to find out why she'd wanted to die. She'd tell him when she was ready, he figured. There wasn't anything he could do about it anyways. He'd get her to trust him. Then she'd tell. Or he could just slip something into her food like last time and... no, he wouldn't let himself.

Not this time. She wouldn't be played with... well, not much anyways. Jareth couldn't help tinkering with the human mind. It was such an interesting thing. People all thought so different, unlike goblins, who didn't have many personality differences. They all thought about five basic things: food, wine, sex, staying out of Jareth's way, and staying alive (A/N: sounds a lot like men).

So go around, you say those thousand things

"So when will I be going home?" she asked.

"When I allow you to," he said dryly.

"Well," she paused "when can I get something to eat?"

"When I allow you to," he said again.

"Well I sure hope I'm allowed to breathe!" she exclaimed.

"Sure," he said "go ahead."

"I hate you," she cried "go away." The words callused over his heart, making him colder towards Sarah even more.

"This is my home," he said blankly "I may go and come as I please."

You think you have to say 'look at me'

"Fine," she grumbled "I don't care. Just please, leave me be." Her heart sank, why was he so cold to her? Couldn't he make up his mind if he wanted to keep her around or not? Apparently no.

"As you wish," he bowed "I will call you for dinner in a few hours. If you will not join me, I will have something brought up to you." Puzzled, Sarah titled her head.

"Thank you?" she said, feeling very confused.

"What?" he asked.

"Just wondering if your bi polar or something," she grumbled "since it seems that you can't make up your mind."

"About?" he asked.

"If you want to be cruel or kind," she whispered and he smiled.

"A bit of both," he said smugly and she nodded. Wasn't a big mystery or anything.

And tell me love's not such, a hard word anyway

He started to leave and then turned around. He could say it now. He could get it over with. He could hurry it up and get rejected quickly. But he just turned back and closed the door behind him. He couldn't expose himself again. He didn't want to be vulnerable, not again. He didn't want the hurt to come back, not that it'd left but, he didn't want the wound to re-open.

Well how can you count on me?

Sarah came running down the hall and stopped Jareth in his tracks. He turned around, confused.

"Yes?" he asked "do you need something?"

"I had to ask you," she said "why'd you save me?"

"Because I wanted to," he said blankly. Mentaly, he hit himself. WHY had he said that? That was a chance to say that he loved her. He frustrated himself and then snapped "why do you care!?"

"I just think it's odd," she said looking downward "normally, you wouldn't do something like-"

"How would you know what I'd normally do?" he asked cutting her off "you don't know me. No one knows me. I don't understand you Sarah." He went quiet after that. He hadn't meant to say most of that, if any at all.

I thought you realized for sure,

For the first time, Sarah felt as if she understood a little piece of Jareth. That maybe, he really wasn't as he seemed. But then again, he could be messing with her. She wasn't sure. She didn't know what to believe or what to ask, finally she said something.

"Can I talk to you later?" she asked.

"Pardon?"

"Can I speak with you later," she said again.

"Why not now?" he asked.

"Because I'm really tired and I don't feel up to emotional breakdowns," she started and Jareth smiled.

"I promise," he said "you won't have one."

"Why?" she asked "you're going to use your magic on me?"

"No," he chuckled "I'm just going to watch what I say."

And how can you just believe, I thought I deserved a little more

"Yeah," she said dryly "I bet." He sighed. She wasn't going to trust him at all, was she? He didn't think so. Sarah turned on a dime and left the hall, slamming her door behind her. Normally, he would have gone back into her room and yelled. Telling her that she had no right to treat him this way! But, he didn't have the time or the energy. He didn't want to deal with her right now. He wanted to rest.

Somewhere in between saving her from drowning and screaming at her, he'd grown exhausted. He went into his room and lied down.

"What am I to do?" he grumbled, but no answer came. He hadn't expected it too. He was the one that made things happen. Those little hints to keep people going. Or when you asked out loud sometimes he'd give you an answer. Mostly to teenagers and little kids, since they believed the most.

Oh God, what's coming
oh God, what's coming to me?

Finally, he fell asleep. No one came to comfort him in his grief. No one asked if he was alright the next morning either. Goblins were too afraid to ask him anything. He was starting to believe that he'd always be alone.

Author's note: TA DA! Was it alright? Please tell me! And thanks so much to the people who've offered to be editors. I know I keep saying I'm going to pick someone but I think I'll be able to by Monday! So yeah! Thank you my loyal reviewers and readers! I'm so glad people liked the last chapter!  You all rock!! My goblin friends say that you guys are great... and they also say, help, this girl is crazy... she keeps making us help her with her stupid story... HEY! runs after goblins Please Review!