Disclaimer: I do not own the movie "The Labyrinth".

A.N. I am re-writing the ending of this story, this may take a while. This is also where the real plot starts; it has been a bit of a PWP until now. There is nothing wrong with that, but I decided that this one needed one, I wrote it in originally, but thought that the story was getting too long. So, here starts the plot.

The monarch sighed and began. "There are two levels of power in the Underground. Five Councils rule over the five different continents of the Underground and the High Court rules over all. In Fae society the heir to a kingdom is very important. Even though we rarely die, the Council is unwilling to take the chance that a kingdom would be left without a ruler, even for a short time. If a monarch is unable to produce an heir he or she is removed from their position and are replaced by a Fae who is not in line for another throne, you will find that their numbers are dwindling. Thus homosexual Fae do not rule. It is assumed by many that I am one such Fae." He paused as Sarah erupted with laughter; she was silenced with a glare. "A representative is coming tomorrow; the High Court is claiming that he is coming to ensure my health as I never attend Court. They 'worry over me'. They worry alright, but its over my throne, perhaps one of their younger children might have it. The representative will be looking for evidence of a male lover under the guise of looking for signs of illness." He stopped there and created a crystal, tossing it into the air, he disappeared. The crystal hit the ground and Sir Didymus appeared.

"Didymus!" Within moments, she was out of her chair and held the fox in her arms. "Will you explain this to me, the great king," Sarcasm filled her voice, "seems afraid to tell me. What he did tell me was interesting, but what does any of that have to do with me?" Sir Didymus led her into another room, fairly far down the hallway, most likely so that the Labyrinth could hear.

"My lady, it is an honor to present you with the privilege of reestablishing His Majesty's good name." He would have continued, but Sarah stopped him.

"Reestablishing his good name? Are you telling me that I have to sleep with him?!" Her voice had risen and she was nearly shouting at the end of the question.

"No, no, my lady. Calm yourself. My lady, you claim to be an actor. Can you not pretend to be His Majesty's mistress? Are you not up to the challenge?" That got her, insulting her acting ability sparked something; insinuating that she couldn't do it cemented it."

I'll be so convincing his royal-hair-gelness will have to spend quite a bit of time alone, with his hair gel. "I'm up to the challenge, I just hope that he's ready for it, cause I'm not holding back." Mischief glittered in her eyes. Judging by his reactions at Perkins this could be fun, especially since I can do just about anything without repercussions. A chuckle escaped her throat and a smirk graced her features; Sit Didymus took a step back.

"My lady." She turned to him. "Are you well?" Her smirk broadened.

"Yes, Sir Didymus; I am well, and things will only improve from here." The young knight gave a nod and left the room. "Jareth, in case you couldn't figure it out, I don't know my way around. Could I get some help getting to my room?" She appeared in her room and rolled her eyes. "Scaredy Owl! Is the Goblin King afraid of a little girl?"

"I'm not scared and you are not little." He was nowhere to be seen, and his voice cam from all around her.

"Then why aren't you here?"

"I'm busy."

"I'm sure." Sarah walked to the closet, purpose in her stride. "Lets see what I have for costumes." After looking at everything she came to the conclusion, "None of this will work!"

"What will not work and why?" Sarah jumped at the voice.

"Don't scare me like that! And the clothes won't work. If I'm going to act in front of an audience I have to dress the part." The monarch looked at the dresses.

"Any of those would work for a mistress." Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Nice to know how you've been dressing me. Break out of the sixteen hundreds already," She looked him over. "Make that the eighties." He glared at her; she ignored it. "If you want to get it through this guy's thick skull that you are heterosexual, or at least bi, you can't let it be subtle. Blow him away! Don't leave a doubt in his mind." The king analyzed her.

"You are enjoying this." Surprise clear in his voice, almost immediately surprise became dread. "Will this be anything like what happened at Perkins?" Sarah's smirk turned into a smile that sent chills down his spine.

"Very like," She leaned into him and spoke into his ear. "Only this time, it will be much worse and, you won't be able to do anything about it." She nipped at his ear and pulled away.

"What exactly do you need?" His voice was even and she saw no emotion on his face. I'm impressed; he collected himself really quickly.

"I'll need tight black leather, lots of it. Tank tops in dark colors, oh and a black leather duster would be nice." She thought for a moment. "Thin black socks, high heeled black shoes, maybe a pair of boots, and red lipstick. Oh and a hair straightener. Silver and red jewelry would be a big help too." He stared at her for a moment, his eyes wide.

"Do you really need all of that?" She nodded.

"A lot of work goes into costumes and that's just for a play. This is going to be real life. If we want this guy convinced we should do something that he wouldn't expect to be faked. Not to mention that I've always wanted to play the bad girl." He raised an eyebrow, but created a crystal. He threw it at the closet; all of the clothing was instantly replaced. It wasn't all black and red, but all of the colors were dark, barring a few pieces of white. She squealed in excitement and set to work looking for an outfit. As she searched, she found a pattern; all of the clothing had a medieval twist. "Oh you are a genius!" She ran up to him a kissed his cheek before returning to her search. He stood frozen in surprise, and then walked stiffly out of the room. Having chosen her outfit, a tight mini-skirt that had a train in the back, and a corset like crimson top, Sarah moved to the vanity. Within the vanity lay all forms of jewelry, all in silver, black, and red. She picked a choker with a ruby in the middle and a ring that was linked to a bracelet by a chain. An onyx stone lay set in the bracelet. As she finished dressing, the king reappeared; he looked panicked.

"He's early; get ready."

I hope this works. Now that the time had come to perform she was nervous, she did breathing exercises and relaxed into the role. "I'm ready." She said in a silky voice, pressing up against the startled king; he pulled her into a kiss as the door started opening. The king looked up as though startled. He's not a bad actor either. The man who stood at the door walked in as soon as his eyes met the king's. The monarch's eyes narrowed in anger. His hand crept around her waist, possessively. She slipped her hand between them, heading south. He tightened his grip on her waist, a silent warning. The other man blushed, ducking his head.

"Your Majesty, I did not mean to intrude." Jareth did not lessen his glare.

"While you are here I request that you stay out of my rooms." Rooms plural?

"I did not know that you had a mistress, please excuse my intrusion; I shall wait in the hall." He bowed his way out. Sarah shoved away from the king.

"Did I hear right? This is part of your rooms?" He raised an eyebrow. "This is the Queen's room isn't it! You asshole!"

"You interpret it wrong, Sarah. He called you a mistress, didn't he?"

"It's called slighting. Now, why was I in here? I realize that you were supposed to win me over, but putting me in the Queen's room?" He avoided her anger by letting his own out.

"What were you doing with that hand, might I ask?"

"Answer me first!"

"I originally hoped that you would return my affections, but I have grown to see that you are a heartless, cold, and cruel bitch!"

"Look in the mirror next time you say that." They glared at each other for a few minutes.

"How far would you have gone with that hand?" Jareth broke the silence.

"Wouldn't you like to know? Why didn't you move me out?"

"You seemed comfy."

"Liar."

"You didn't answer my question either. I should go, the ambassador is waiting." He walked into the hall where the ambassador waited.

I don't know when the next chapter will be out. I probably won't update this one next.

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