Welcome to chapter two, let go of the mouse, stay a while.

Sarah froze. She wouldn't accept it, she couldn't accept it. NO! Despair filled her. What do I do now?

"I have an idea." His hand crept up her leg. She jumped out of his reach, and ran across the room.

"Don't even think about it you egocentric asshole!" Is that what he plans on doing with, no, to me?

He brushed of the insult she had thrown, getting mad at her would hardly help. "Why shouldn't I? You seem to be." She simply glared at him from her place against the far wall. Her arms were crossed, chin up, eyes narrowed. Defying him.

Suddenly, Sarah smirked, I should have expected Chris's offer to go to the cast party. He has a really nice butt. Now it was Jareth's turn to narrow his eyes. What a kisser. She brought an image of the two kissing to mind. He made an awesome Romeo, and he was so happy when I got Juliet. I'll call him when I get out of here.

Jareth appeared directly in front of her, placing one arm on each side of her head, effectively blocking any chance she had at escaping his vicinity. "If you do leave the castle it will be because I have willed it so, and even then you will not leave my Labyrinth." She met his eyes glare for glare, but Jareth had an ace in the hole. "If you're so fond of this Chris maybe I should bring him here." Her eyes widened, she hadn't meant to endanger Chris.

Sarah was about to plead with Jareth for Chris's safety, but stopped herself. That's what you want, isn't it? Well, to bad. He raised an eyebrow. "Struck a nerve, did I? Is da poor wittle Gobwin King jealous?" Anger flashed in his eyes, and he backed up a step.

"I advise you to watch your tongue Sarah. I…" Sarah interrupted him by sticking out her tongue. Knowing he would hear her thoughts she didn't upset the image by talking.

What am I watching it do? She looked cross-eyed as she attempted to see her tongue past her nose. He grabbed her tongue with his right hand and her chin with his left. She looked him strait in the eye. Did you really think that I would listen to your 'I have been generous speech? He released her and headed toward a chair next to the bed.

"I thought that you would act a little more mature." He sat down. Sarah's fists clenched and released several times before she thought she could speak at an appropriate level.

"I have been pulled into a fairytale from my childhood, ran a giant maze, and been harassed by its master." She sent him a meaningful look. "Not to mention that I was betrayed twice by someone I thought was my friend. What the hell do you expect?" He looked coolly at her; he hadn't missed the maze insult.

"I expect," he generated a crystal. "That you will soon ask what happened to your brother." Sarah eyes grew wide as she realized that she had forgotten about her brother during their argument. Toby!

"What happened to Toby?" He tossed the crystal to her. Ignoring the warning bells that went off in her head; Sarah caught the crystal. The image playing was of Toby, asleep in his crib at home.

"I sent him back." Sarah looked up with tears in her eyes.

He's safe.

"Thank you." She said quietly. He nodded and gestured to a chair on the other side of the bed. Sarah got up, walked over to the seat, and sat down. "Why did you send him home? I am happy about it, but why?"

He ignored her question and changed the subject. "You should wash up and change." Sarah looked down at her clothing. Her jeans were torn and muddy, and her shirt had some indiscernible substance on the sleeves. "We eat in one hour, I will return for you." With that, he vanished.

Now that he was gone, Sarah took the time to look around the room. There were no windows; the only light in the room was from candles. For furniture the room had a bed, it appeared to be made of onyx, two chairs of black wood with red upholstery, and a vanity, also of black wood. Three doors led off of the room, one was made of silver, another silk, and the last was wooden.

Sarah tried the wooden door, inside was a bathroom. It had a forest theme; the sink was stone, with a waterfall for a faucet. The tub was a pond, with another waterfall flowing into it, steam rose from the surface. The stones lying around the pool were bars of soap, and the towels resembled giant leaves. The teen moved on to the curtain-like door of silk, the closet within was at least as large as her old room. Why do I need so many clothes?

"Why indeed." Sarah spun around and slammed right into Jareth's chest.

She backed up a pace, careful not to get hit the wall that was two steps behind her. "Didn't you leave?" maybe bravado would make him go away.

"Yes, however, I needed to tell you not to open the silver door. Unless, of course, you wanted to catch me changing. The suggestion in his eyes was not missed by her, and anger shot through her whole body, giving her the strength she had just feigned.

"Don't flatter yourself. I wouldn't be surprised if that were a sock." Her hand flew to her mouth. Anger was replaced by surprise. I did not just say that. I did not just say that!

His eyes darkened with anger, he stormed up to her causing her to back into the wall. It looked as though he were about to hit her, but seeing the panic in her eyes, he rethought the situation. A smirk came to his face as he lowered his arm to the wall beside her. He stood right up against her, pressing her into the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut, as though to block it out, he spoke quietly into her ear. "Does this feel like a sock, dear Sarah?"

Nope, not a sock.She did not like the way her body fit against his, it was too comfy, way too comfy for comfort. Not that she liked the position to begin with.

"Be careful what you say Sarah. Everything has repercussions, especially insulting me." He backed up, "You now have forty minuets to get ready, I advise that you hurry." And then he was gone. Sarah sighed and slid down the wall.

What am I going to do? What can I do? She resigned herself to her fate for the moment and pulled a dress off of the hanger. After a bit she stood up and carried the dress to the bathroom. He is such a horney bastard! Everything he says has to have a double meaning about sex, unless of course, the original meaning was about sex. She discarded her clothing, and stepped into the warm water. And that thing about returning Toby, why? What was the point?

She scrubbed the mud out of her hair, and grabbed a soap rock. The teenager finished bathing and slipped the dress on over her head. She reached behind her to button it up, but found that someone else had beaten her there. Sarah stiffened as the fingers worked their way up her back. Please don't be him. Be some stranger who invaded the castle, but please, please don't be him.

When the hands reached the top button they started to message her shoulders. "You're very tense." The monarch whispered in her ear. "You should learn to relax."

Her body started to react to his ministrations, against her wishes her body leaned into his hands, and she started to relax. I will not be manipulated. "Well you should learn to back off." She tried to pull out of his grasp, but his hands gripped her shoulders. She sighed, "What do you want from me?" she whispered.

"I want you to join me for dinner."

Said the spider to the fly. She shook her head. "You know that isn't what I meant." He turned her around and looked her in the eye. His serious attitude made her listen closely.

"No one has ever made it to the center Sarah; there is nothing in the rules that apply to someone making it to the center. You are too old to be a goblin." Something in her relaxed, subconsciously that had been worrying her. "Also, the Labyrinth is what has possession of you, not the goblins. So I can't send you back." Sarah had a feeling that she wouldn't see this side of him often. He offered her his hand. "For now, join me for dinner; let the future be the future." Sarah nodded and took his hand. The room disappeared for a moment, what appeared in front of her took her breath away.

The walls and floor were made of white marble, and all the furniture was black marble. The table had carved feet, and was inlaid with the white marble of the walls. "It's beautiful." Was all she could manage. He led her to the table and pulled out her chair for her. He's a gentleman? He chuckled, and pushed her chair in as she sat down.

"Anything to please." His hand slipped off of her chair and onto her shoulder. It started heading south, but she caught it

"It would please me if you would stop the sexual innuendo." He walked over to his chair with a grace that any dancer would envy. Why teleport when you can walk like that… Where did that come from?

"I was wondering that myself," the way he looked at her in turn had her blushing like a maniac. "And if you're tired of innuendo we could go straight to foreplay, after dinner of course. I think I could please you that way."

So serious boy went bye, bye, great. "How about…not. I am perfectly happy not being able to say I slept with the Goblin King." Or anyone else for that matter.He might have made a comment about being happy, but just then goblins brought the food in, and neither of them spoke for the rest of the meal.

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