OMIGOD! I'm SOOO sorry about my last update. I didn't realize at 2am how horrible it was. At any rate, I fixed it, YAY! Y'all should like this better.PLEASE let me know if it's better. It's mostly 'The Lighter 6' but I incorperated parts of 'The Darker 6' in as a nightmare sequence. Oh, and I TOOK OUT THE BLUBBERING KING PART. I love my reviewers! You guys keep me honest! Bon Appetit!

Disclaimer: The ususal, don't own, not for profit. Blah blah blah. :oP

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He swaggered toward her once again making her back up and up. 'This feels familiar,' she thought, trying not to trip over anything.

"Jareth," she squeaked, "Jareth, you're scaring me…please." The fear in her voice hit him like a slap in the face. He stopped his advance, feeling like he'd been shaken out of a stupor as he realized what his frame of mind could have led to. 'This is getting out of control,' he thought as he backed away from her slowly.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "you should go, Sarah, it's not safe for you to be near me." He walked back to the bed and sat with a dumbfounded look on his face and tears welling in his eyes. He didn't want her to see his tears again. His wickedness had caused her fear, nay almost panic, and he couldn't live with that. 'Decision time,' Sarah thought, 'am I in this or not?' She made up her mind.

"I most certainly will not go," she said boldly. His distant look faded and was replaced by a bewildered one. No one had ever out and out defied him to his face before and he wasn't quite sure what to say. She quickly cut him off before he could begin to object.

"I refuse to leave you here alone, I won't," she strode swiftly to the bed and scooped him into her arms, shushing him when he tried to protest. "You cannot just send me away like one of your little goblin servants. We both know I mean more to you than that."

"I cannot control my fiendish nature any longer, and I will not allow myself to hurt you." He whispered it against her shoulder as he wearily rested his head there. "I will not allow it."

"I know," she said it so quietly she was unsure that he'd even heard her. It was a rare tender moment and Sarah intended to milk it. He lifted his head to look her in the eye and found boundless sadness there. Jareth rose from the bed and took Sarah's hand.

"Come, let's eat."

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There was a hastily prepared feast that night, one with bittersweet undertones. Not only was it a going away party for Sarah, but for the Labyrinth as well. However, only two in the room knew about the later. Most who attended were just happy to have been invited, but the few that cared about Sarah's departure were melancholy. After the dinner there was dancing, which lifted everyone's spirits and Sarah danced the night away with her friends. Jareth watched her; bemused that she was so happy here.

'Too bad you're driving her away, eh?'

The last dance was, of course, saved for the Goblin King and he felt an edge of sorrow as he moved with her slowly on the dance floor. It was all he could do to keep his body from responding to her warm weight pressed against him. Her body felt so proper aligned with his, they fit together so perfectly. With her head cradled lightly on his shoulder, he longed for the music to never end. He rested his chin lightly atop her head, taking in the scent of her and sighing. Her arms were around his neck, fingers playing in wispy strands of golden hair. She lifted her lips to his ear.

"Let me stay with you again tonight?" Her whispered words sent chills all through him and all he could do was nod his response, though he wasn't entirely sure it was a good idea given his earlier behavior. She smiled slightly and laid her head back on his shoulder. He wanted to squeeze her to him, make her a part of him so that he wouldn't ever have to let her go. She was lost in her own saddened thoughts and it took them both a moment to realize the song had ended.

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Sarah excused herself from the festivities early so that she could go and take a bath in preparation for her going home. She didn't really need one, per say, she mainly wanted some time alone to mull over her thoughts. She ran a bath, as hot as she could stand, in the king's private bathroom (after making Jareth promise her that he would leave her be). She used the same smelly good bubbles and oils as she had the last time. She wasn't sure why but she wanted to be immersed in the scents, saturated by them until she was sure that was all she could smell for days, weeks possibly. She laid her head back on the cool porcelain tub and closed her eyes, not intending to, but drifting off nonetheless into a peaceful doze.

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Jareth entered the steamy bathroom silently, making sure not to wake the sleeping form that lie in his enormous claw foot tub. He knew he shouldn't be there, he'd promised. But he couldn't stay away. He watched her for a while, taking in the peaceful sight before him. He was entranced. Some of the water had slowly drained out (he would have to get that fixed) and left the bubbles teasingly low. Such milky skin, almost as though she could have been born of the froth around her. He had unconsciously drawn closer to her, until he was kneeling next to the tub resting his chin on the side absently playing with the bubbles that surrounded her.

Sarah moved and opened her eyes to find Jareth's staring up at her from the side of the tub.

"You broke your promise," she said sweetly, realizing she was still in the tub. He smirked at her as he continued toying with the bubbles. She blushed noticing how low the bubbles had gotten. Feeling bolder and slightly buzzy from the wine at dinner, he brushed his fingers lightly across the skin on the side of her breast. Her mouth opened a little at the contact and he took that as a sign that she wouldn't mind him doing it again. He moved his fingers more slowly, this time not trying to make it look like an accident. They stared into each other's eyes the whole time, and Jareth saw how his touches made her eyes grow dark with restrained craving.

He kept hold of her eyes as his fingers wandered down to her nipple, and watched them close as he began playing with the sensitive bud. A tiny moan escaped her lips, a moan in which he almost thought he heard his name. It made his skin tingle and the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention. How he would have loved to hear her cry it from beneath him as he thrust into her. He wanted her to melt beneath the heat of his passion like the wax of a lit candle. Sinful thoughts of her writhing and arching beneath him flooded his mind. Thoughts of her gripping the sheets of his bed with white knuckles and him swallowing her cries as he brought her crashing through the peaks of passion.

His eyes told her volumes. She saw echoed visions of her inside the mismatched jewels and it was almost enough to break what little will power she had left.

"Jareth," she whispered his name bringing him back to the world of the aware. He withdrew his hand and hoped that she hadn't noticed the look in his eyes.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat trying to pry his thoughts from their current location somewhere in his nether regions, "I was going to wake you and let you know that I'll send you home tomorrow morning, if you don't want to go tonight." 'Good cover' he thought sarcastically. The sadness returned to her emerald eyes.

"That's fine," she said looking away, "Tomorrow is fine." He swiftly rose and walked away, not really wanting to, but knowing it was best, for the time being at least.

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Jareth tossed that night in an uneasy sleep.

"Jareth you're scaring me." Terror tainted her voice. He looked around, he was in his chamber again and he was watching himself and Sarah third-person style from a corner.

"You see, I've changed my mind about sending you home." He sounded so evil; this must be what would have happened if he hadn't gained control of his thoughts. He shuddered.

She backed away from him. "I've decided to keep you right here," his voice lowered another notch or two, "With me," another notch, and an evil sneer to go with it, "Forever."

She turned hastily to leave and Jareth watched in shock as a chain appeared in the hand of his dream self and a collar around Sarah's neck. With a sudden jerk he sent her backwards onto her back on the floor in front of him. Stunned, she reached up and felt around her neck. Her face froze in shock and alarm.

"I don't think you quite understand, Sarah my pet," his voice was sinister and sent shivers down his own spine (and not the good kind either), "you will stay right here so that my kingdom will be forever safe. You will stay here in my chamber like my toy. I will play with you as I please and leave you as I please. You will be cared for, yes, but I will NEVER let you leave this place." As Jareth watched from the corner he wanted to help her get away from his evil self, but he couldn't move, couldn't evenspeak.

"Jareth," her horror was betrayed in her voice, "you don't have to do this…I'm not going anywhere. I want to stay here with you, but not like this."

"You'll stay however I deem you to stay, I'm going to make sure of that. I am king after all."

He awoke with a shudder and was overrun with thoughts from his nightmare. He went and got a cold drink of water trying to clear his head. He lay back down. He noticed that Sarah, too, was having troubled dreams and so he tried to soothe her by whispering in her ear. He tried desperately to stay awake so he wouldn't have to finish this nightmare. So he wouldn't have to see what might have happened. He failed.

He was back in the same corner, watching himself sitting on the bed, Sarah crouched as far away from his dream self as the chain would allow. "You needn't cower, Sarah my beloved. Come here," he softly patted the spot on the bed next to him. She just stared at the spot like a beaten dog.

She was so afraid of him, that's not how he wanted things to be.

"I said come here!" He growled and pulled her to him with the chain. She yelped at the sudden jolt.

"I am the Goblin King, Sarah. You will learn to obey me, if you know what is good for you." He took her chin in his hand and forced her face up to meet his eyes.

Even from the corner of the room he saw such resolve there, such fire. 'That's it, girl, fight him, me, whatever, just fight!' he thought, still unable to speak.

"Please, Jareth," she whispered, "you don't have to do this, it doesn't have to be like this. I'll-"

He crushed his lips to hers, grabbing the back of her head so that she couldn't pull away. Nothing was enough, it seemed like. He pulled her hair a little, enough to make her gasp so that he could push his tongue passed her clenched teeth.

From his corner he wanted to look away, ashamed even of his dream-self. His eyes were fixed.

His free hand was groping at her through her shirt. Jareth felt outraged, like he was going to explode. He lifted his hand beneath her shirt and ran his hand along her side, obviously relishing in the curves and contours he found there. Releasing his hold on her hair he slid his other hand inside her shirt to join the first. He cupped her breasts in his hand and toyed with one already stiffened nipple delighting in the gasp he received despite her best efforts to fight him. She must've bit him, because he wrenched away suddenly holding his mouth.

"Stupid girl!" he shouted and raised his hand to hit her.

"NOOOOO!" He shot upright in bed screaming loud enough to wake the dead. It took him a second to get his bearings and realize that he was now conscious. He looked and found Sarah sitting up as well, but something was wrong. Her face was stock still and white as a sheet. Her breathing was faulty and she had one hand at her throat. For a second he thought she was choking on something, until she looked at him and he realized she was petrified out of her wits. He took her in his arms and she flinched a little at first, which worried him. They sat there for a moment, and when she finally spoke he couldn't believe what she said.

"I…I dreamed that…you…" she took a deep breath and steadied herself, "Jareth, you were going to rape me. If you hadn't regained control this afternoon…" She had been dreaming the same dream as he! It really had been her there, not a figment of his imagination. For an Undergrounder and an Abovegrounder to be connected in dreams without one or the other consciously using some sort of magic meant only one thing. But he couldn't think about that now, now he must comfort.

"Shh," he quieted her as tears began to flow, "I wouldn't ever have let it happen that way." She looked up at him in mild dismay.

"It was you in the corner, wasn't it? Not just part of the dream, you were really there, weren't you?" The question shocked him, and he nodded slightly, shamed that he had allowed his dream-self to treat her that way.

"I didn't know it was really you. I couldn't move, or speak. I wanted to stop it so badly." He looked away from her disgusted with himself. "I will send you home first thing in the morning, if you can stand to wait that long." He sounded like he was about to weep, but he kept hold of his emotions and her and they eventually fell back asleep.