I know I've been taking forever to get this next part out, and for that I'm sorry. It is good to know though that people actually want another part and I'm not just writing this for myself. I hope to have more soon, but I tend to write when the mood hits me.

Also I'm sorry for the shortness, but I hope it ties you over for a while.

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Part FiveFuture
Future
By Munchy-kins
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A cold smile appeared on his face. He was dressed just as he had been so many years ago. Yet he didn't appear to be unchanged by time. He face had taken on a worn slacken look; a look Sarah had seen once before but couldn't remember where.

"Sarah." He remained where he was, a look a pure satisfaction on his face.

"What?" It was the only thing she could get out of her mouth. After all the years of just memories of the Labyrinth and her King, Sarah couldn't get over the fact that he was standing right in front of her. She wasn't sure if she really wanted him there or not.

A rumbling laugh came from him then. "Surely the great Defeater has more then that to say to her new king." Now he moved forward, a hungry gaze in his mismatched eyes.

"You are not my king." The statement came out stronger then she felt, anger laced through her body. She was starting to remember where the dislike for him had come from. He was overly cocky and argent. She wanted more then anything to smack that self-satisfied gleam from his eyes.

"I do believe otherwise, or did the conversation you had only minuets ago, just get erased from your mind." He continued forward to the bed she was still sitting on. He stopped at the foot of the bed. "Are you ready to come home?"

"The Labyrinth is not my home, nor will it ever be. Toby can still win the game." She straightened up and glared defiantly at him as renewed laughter filled the air around her. "Why are you laughing?" She felt like a cranky two-year -old all over again. She knew if she had been standing she would have stomped her foot in frustration.

"No he can't." He produced a crystal then and started playing with it. Sarah's eyes followed its every move, losing track of the scenery around her as it started to fade away. In the crystal Sarah saw an image of her little brother angrily flipping through channels on the TV. He was grumbling about something but she couldn't make out the words.

Movement ceased as Jareth's hands stilled. Sarah blinked several times trying to remember what he had last said. "Why not?"

"He didn't ask to play the game, he asked for the Goblin King to take you. Not my minions. The rules change when the words do." A sense of dread filled Sarah then. He was right the words had been different. She looked down in defeat and noticed that she was no longer in the hotel bed. Instead she found herself on a richly dressed black and red sheeted one. The fabric was silk to her touch. Eyes wide she looked back up at the Goblin King who still stood at the end of the bed.

Behind him she saw stonewalls lighted by candles in brackets. Red oak furniture was scattered around the room. On one wall stood a wardrobe, on another a vanity with a large mirror. In front of a large window in the stones was a desk and chair.

"Where am I?" Anger had fled her as she took in her new surroundings. In its place came nervousness and slight fear.

"You are in my castle, in one of the guest suits. I'd advise you to get more sleep before breakfast." He said no more as he disappeared in a flash of glitter.

"JARETH GET YOU ASS BACK HERE!" Anger hadn't been gone long, it was now coursing back threw her body as she jumped out of the huge bed and ran to the door. She grabbed for the handle and caught nothing but air. The handle was no longer there. Furiously she felt around the wooden door for a catch of indent to grab a hold of. There was nothing.

She decided on bounding on it instead. "JARETH!" She continued until her sleep-deprived brain decided it was time to sleep again. She said heavily as she got back into the warm sheets. She would give him a piece of her mind as soon as it was fully functional again. Closing her eyes she let the sleep nymphs take her once again.

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Jareth took one last look into his crystal before making it disappear. He ran a tired hand over his face before staring blankly a head. Books covered every wall of his study and some even lay scattered on the floor. The desk he sat at was huge and was holding the booted feet of its king.

"Ah Sarah, what am I going to do with you?" He sighed to himself. At the thought of her a small feeling of, he wasn't sure what it was, ran through his body.

It had been so long since he had seen her in person, and it had felt so good standing in front of her and arguing. It was almost like he was himself again. It had been so long since he felt relaxed and right.

Sarah wasn't to trilled with the turn of events though. "She'll just have to learn to live." He stood and walked around the desk. He grabbed a book off the shelf as he past. Sleep won't come easy tonight. Not with Sarah in the next room.

TBC!