Disclaimer: Let see….Bothis/Bothvar is mine, the orcs are mine….that's about it.

Jareth stared in horror as Bothvar placed his flaming hand against the side of Sarah's exposed neck. The sound of her screaming filled his ears, and Buffy had to forcibly shake him to get his attention. "Jareth! He's killing her! Think of something else!" He glanced around, hoping for inspiration. Giles and Willow were already at work trying to bring down the barrier that kept him from saving Sarah, but he knew they couldn't do it fast enough. Bothvar had no doubt learned from his mistakes, and would not waste time torturing Sarah. He wanted her dead, wanted Jareth to watch him kill her. This was his revenge for exiling him, for taking away his magic for separating him from…that was it! Jareth's mind grasped hold of the thought, instinctively knowing that the answer lay somewhere within. If there was anything good, anything decent left in the demon his cousin had become, if there was anything left for him to appeal to, this was it.

"Ilena!" he shouted, that one word all he could get out before his voice broke. It was enough. Bothvar lowered his hand and turned his face slowly towards his cousin, his eyes narrow.

"What did you say?" Bothvar whispered.

Jareth fought to regain his composure, sparing only a fleeting glance at Sarah, who was somehow still conscious, barely. "Let Sarah go, and I'll take you to Ilena." He said.

"What trickery is this?" Bothvar demanded.

"No tricks, Bothvar." Jareth answered, his voice almost pleading. "Just a simple trade. The woman you love, for the woman I love."

Bothvar seemed to think it over. He glanced at the girl in his arms. He knew that Jareth must love her a great deal to have given her the gift he had, but did he truly love her enough to allow him back into the Underground? "Take me to Ilena first, then I'll let her go."

Jareth tried not to let his relief show on his face. It didn't matter if he let her go now or not. As long as he could get them Underground, he could save her. "Very well." He said and summoned a crystal.

"Wait!" Giles said, and Jareth turned to look at him. "Take us with you."

"You wish to go Underground?" Jareth asked, and then shook his head. "No, I can't allow it. It would be too dangerous. You've put yourselves in enough peril as it is." He was about to roll the crystal to Bothvar when Buffy spoke beside him.

"I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now." She said, grinning wickedly.

Jareth growled. "Stubborn woman!" Before he could react, Giles repeated the wish, then Xander, then Willow, and finally Oz. He looked at them, his irritation struggling with his admiration. "You realize I'd be within my rights to keep you all there forever now?"

Buffy smiled. "We'll stake that vamp when we come to him." She said.

"Come on, cousin, make up your mind over there. You're pretty little thing hasn't got all day!" Bothvar mocked.

Without another word Jareth rolled the crystal across the ground to Bothvar, which rolled effortlessly through the magic barrier. Bothvar bent down and picked it up, and he and Sarah disappeared. Jareth and the others disappeared a split second later.

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If Jareth had not been so worried about Sarah, he might have warned Buffy and the others that teleporting to the Underground would be exponentially harder on their systems than hopping back and forth through Sunnydale had been. He might even have thought to shield them from it somewhat. Unfortunately for them he had not, and all of them, Buffy included, found themselves crumpled on the ground, the world spinning relentlessly around them.

Buffy was the first to come somewhat to her senses, and she lay on her back staring upwards at unfamiliar constellations in a foreign sky. Her stomach was lurching as she struggled to her feet, looking for something familiar to help her get her bearings. Her companions were still sprawled on the ground, battling with the dizziness that she had only just gotten over herself. At least the grass beneath them was soft, and the fine haze of dew that covered it was comforting against their cheeks.

Buffy looked around and realized that they were surrounded by a thick fog which rolled past them in waves, making it difficult to see very far in any direction but up. She saw no sign of Jareth, Sarah, or Bothis. Squinting through the fog, she could barely make out figures moving in the distance, and began to walk towards them. She was so focused on her destination that she nearly tripped over a small stone figure in her path. It stood about two and a half feet high and was adorned at the top with what appeared to be an inverted half moon. Curious, she looked around her and saw several more figures, similarly carved, some engraved in a language she had never seen before. The figures were eerily familiar, and with a startled gasp she realized what they were.

"Graves" Oz said behind her, echoing her thoughts.

"Thousands of them" Willow added in hushed tones. Buffy looked up as the fog began to recede, and the pale moonlight spilled out over the field before them. Just as Willow had said, there were thousands of monuments, some much larger and more ornate than others, but all bearing the inverted half moon symbol. It was a cemetery, the largest one any of them had ever seen.

"Good Lord." Giles breathed, "This must be the field from Jareth's story." Although they had all heard his description of the destruction Bothis had caused, they had not really understood the magnitude until now. Seeing these graves stretching as far as the eye can see and knowing that all of them had been filled on a single day filled them all with a sense of awe, and a new respect for the King who had been strong enough to survive such horror.

Ahead of them, amidst the largest of the monuments, stood three figures, one of them slumped and supported roughly by another, the third separated from the first two by a few feet. "There they are!" Xander pointed as the sound of Bothis' shouting was carried to them by the wind.

"What trickery is this, Jareth?" he roared, tightening his grip on the unconscious girl in his arms.

Giles began to move towards Jareth but Buffy held him back, gesturing silently for him to stay hidden. She knew there must have been a reason that Jareth had set them down so far away from himself, and thought it might be better if Bothis didn't know they were there just yet. She crouched low, the others following suit, and watched the scene play out below them.

"There is no trickery." Jareth was saying, "I told you I would bring you to Ilena, and so I have." He pointed wordlessly to one of the graves nestled within the shadow of the larger ones. Buffy could not read the inscription, but she could guess whose grave it was.

"No!" Bothis shouted. "What did you do to her?"

Jareth knelt beside the gravestone, gently pulling weeds away from its base. He brushed his fingers over the inscription, allowing them to linger on the cool stone as he spoke. "Come now, Bothvar. You know me better than that. Ilena was family, as was the child she carried. I could never have hurt them. I would have protected them until the end of my days."

Bothis' voice seemed to fail him as he spoke again. "How then?" he managed. In his grief he loosened his grip on Sarah and she crumpled to the ground, forgotten at his feet. As he began to walk away from her and toward his wife's grave, Buffy signaled for Xander and Oz to move her to safety.

Jareth saw the action from the corner of his eye, and continued quickly before Bothvar noticed as well. "She was ashamed. She couldn't bear to live knowing what you had done. I tried to comfort her, to let her know that she was not to blame for your actions, but it was no use. A few weeks after you were banished, she threw herself from the turret that overlooks the Labyrinth." Jareth stood now, facing the evil specter of his once beloved cousin. "She took her own life, and your child perished while yet unborn."

Bothis glared at Jareth, his eyes seething with unfathomable fury, the only emotion he was still capable of. Then he turned, intent on recovering Sarah and finishing what he had started. When he realized that she was no longer where he had left her, he roared with outrage. He spotted Xander and Oz carrying her across the field and disappeared with a flourish.

When he reappeared he was in front of them, blocking their path through the field. Buffy ran towards them, horrified as she saw the demon lunge towards her friends and the girl they carried. To her amazement, he screeched in pain and backed away.

"The photos!" Giles exclaimed. "He can't get near them!"

"Buffy, you're a genius!" Willow cheered.

"Maybe." Buffy said, "But if I can't get near him, how am I supposed to slay him?"

"I think we have bigger problems now." Jareth said from behind them. "Listen."

There was indeed a rumbling coming from behind the hill on which Bothis stood. It was low and menacing, and while quiet at first quickly became nearly thunderous. The ground beneath them seemed to shake, and they looked at each other in confusion. Finally, the source of the sound became visible. A throng of creatures, black and twisted, emerged on the top of the hill. Bothis began to laugh, and the sound of it was dreadful.

"What are they?" Willow cried.

"Orcs." Jareth answered, his face curled in disgust. "They're low goblins that try to control high magic. The power is too great for them, and it twists them and turns them into creatures of unspeakable evil. They usually stick to the dark places of the Underground, but these must have sensed the presence of evil and been drawn to it."

"My god." Giles breathed. "There must be hundreds of them."

Jareth nodded grimly. "At least." He said, drawing his sword from its sheath. The blade glinted wickedly in the moonlight, and reflected in his eyes, making the grim determination there seem even colder. Without another word he began moving towards the roiling army of dark beasts, picking up speed until he was in a dead run, his sword raised above his head.

"Well," Buffy sighed. "I said we were here to help if all hell broke loose, and there it is." She pulled her axe from its place against her back and followed Jareth. They reached the throng together, and shoulder to shoulder began cutting them down. A moment later they were joined by Giles, sword in hand, who took his place beside Buffy.

Xander and Oz stood with their backs to each other, Sarah laying between them. Their own swords were drawn and they were doing their best to fend off the attacking creatures and protect Sarah from Bothis at the same time. Willow stood on the hill, her eyes closed, attempting to place a barrier spell around them, but wasn't having much luck. She hadn't held much hope; her magic was, after all, drawn from the Earth, and she was a long way from Earth. Still, she had to try. She had never been much good with a sword.

She sighed in resignation, and began to make her way down the hill towards the battle when she saw the strangest thing. A large sheepdog ran past her with what appeared to be a smaller dog on its back. To her amazement, the smaller dog was speaking to the big one. "Ambrosius, you're going the wrong way!" it cried, "The battle is that way!" Finally, the smaller dog leapt from the larger one's back in disgust and ran toward the fray. Ambrosius sauntered back to the hill and came to rest beside Willow. Despite everything that was going on, she couldn't help but laugh.

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Buffy was covered in slimy black ichor. She had killed dozens of the horrid creatures, and knew Giles and Jareth had as well, but it seemed as though they hadn't put a dent in their numbers. All the while, Bothis' disembodied laughter was all around them. A group of them came up on her from the left, and she swung her axe in a wide arc, slicing them neatly. "Well, done, My Lady." A small voice said from her right. She turned to see who had spoken to her, and had to look down. When she saw the owner of the voice she blinked, wondering if the stress was getting to her.

"Who are you?" she asked.

In the midst of battle, the little dog creature took its hat off and bowed with a flourish. "I am Sir Didymus, My Lady." He answered. "Knight of the Realm and Defender of His Majesty's Kingdom."

Buffy blinked again, staring at the little creature until another wave of attackers claimed her attention. "Pleased to meet you." She said, swinging her axe. "I'm Buffy"

"What a strange name for a lady warrior." Sir Didymus said, his own small sword moving in swift clean strokes. Buffy was amazed to see a neat pile of bodies stacking up next to the little dog.

"I get that all the time." She answered, grinning.

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Willow was worried. Oz and Xander were doing a pretty good job of keeping the orcs at bay, but they were horribly outnumbered and beginning to tire. She needed to do something, anything, to help them. But without her magic she was practically useless. "Wait a minute." She said, with no one to hear her but her new friend Ambrosius. "If I can't draw on the Earth's magic, I'll draw on whatever's here." She closed her eyes again, and felt herself reaching deep down into the core of the world. It was different, it had a different sort of flavor than Earth, but she could feel it. It was older than ancient, something other than mere planetary energy. She let her mind put out roots, drawing the energy up into herself. She felt it filling her, infusing her with power, but the power was so foreign she had now idea what would happen when she released it, and had no idea if she could control it once she did.

Below her, Buffy, Giles, Jareth, and Didymus were still hacking away at the endless wave of orcs. Buffy could tell that Giles was beginning to tire. He was covered in the same slimy black stuff as she, his own blood mingled here and there. There was a large gash above his eye where one of the creatures had come a bit too close, and she didn't know where his glasses had gone. Still, he kept fighting, and she was proud of him.

Suddenly she heard a low moan rising up from the ground. Oh no, not more of them, she thought. She looked towards the far hill, expecting to see a flood of orcs swarming over the side. Instead, she saw a large hulking creature with shaggy red fur standing with his arms held high and his faced raised toward the night sky. It was his voice she had heard.

Then there was a crash beside her, and a scream. She turned to see an orc, flattened to the ground by a boulder that seemed to have come from no where. She looked around and saw other boulders falling from the sky, just a few here and there, but everywhere they fell they took out at least one of the orcs. She looked back up at the creature on the hill, and saw that another, smaller creature had joined him. This one seemed to be pointing, and everywhere he pointed a rock fell. This, Buffy decided, must be one of the Cree. Whoever was with him appeared to be telling him where to aim his strikes. She didn't know why they were there, but she was grateful for the help.

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Sarah slowly opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing and the noise of the battle wasn't helping it any. Battle? She looked around to see herself surrounded by dozens of short, twisted, evil looking creatures, as Xander and Oz fought doggedly to keep them away from her. When had this happened? The last thing she remembered was…Bothvar. They had been in the woods in Sunnydale. Now they were in what appeared to be a graveyard, being attacked by creatures she had never seen before. But where was Jareth? She began to panic as she scanned the field below for some sign of him. Finally she saw him, in the thick of the battle, sword blazing. Despite herself, her heart began to beat a little harder at the sight. Oh, this is so not the time for that, she chided herself as she continued to scan the scene below. She found Buffy and Giles fighting near Jareth, as was…Didymus?

Just then a rock fell so close to her that she felt the ground shake beneath her feet. Beneath it was one of the creatures, a little too close for comfort. She only knew one person who could throw rocks like that, and she scanned the horizon for him. Sure enough, there he was standing on the hillside. Ludo and Hoggle stood together, Hoggle pointing and Ludo calling down rocks at his direction. So they were in the Underground, then. She didn't know what the hell was going on, but she didn't like sitting defenseless in the middle of a battle.

Oz and Xander had been too busy to notice when she woke up. They also had not noticed when she stood up and began walking away from them, scouring the ground for something she could use as a weapon. They did notice when Bothis appeared, his laughter ringing in their ears, and grabbed her roughly by the arms. "Not again!" Xander shouted, rushing towards them. But it was too late, they had disappeared again.

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Willow watched all of this with detachment. The power that was pulsing inside her was growing to a crescendo, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer. She was frightened by it, feeling that she was being more controlled by it than the other way around. It was as though some force was working through her, and while she believed it was benevolent, she couldn't be sure. It didn't matter anyway, as she knew she couldn't contain it a second longer.

She threw her head back and flung her arms wide. The wind picked up around her, blowing her hair wildly around her head. Her body began to tremble as the force of the magic pushed its way through her. When she opened her mouth it wasn't her voice that came out of it. It was the sound of many voices; angry, outraged voices. As Willow's lips began to move, the voices chanted, and the sound became louder and louder until it could be heard over the din of the battle.

Everything stopped, time itself seemed to stop, as everything in the valley below her looked up to see the red haired witch on the hilltop chanting in a language she didn't know using voices that weren't her own.

A/N: Wow, long chapter! I had intended to end the story with this chapter, but it just kept going, so I had to break it into two. This whole battle thing became way more epic than I had originally intended.

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