Chapter 2

The echoing thunder created a power outage, which turned off the other light in the other room. Eyes widened, Sarah hugged her knees as she looked around the room, expecting him to jump out from somewhere. Where was he? It would be any minute now. Leaning forward, she held her breath. "H-hello? I-is anyone there?" She called out, holding on to her blanket for dear life.

Five minutes went by. Nothing happened. Her heart sank to the lowest, and she felt like a total idiot for feeling young at heart again. Those eyes filled up with tears, and she let out a long frustrated sigh. She didn't expect it to happen, but her heart is. Now she felt like there was no point in being happy, and having an imagination, when it led her to believe such stupid things.

"I can't believe it. They were dreams...They were all part of my mind. Hoggle, Didymus, the whole labyrinth, and him!" She spoke in a disgusted tone, annoyed at the whole ordeal, but refused to admit that part of her still did believe, and the fact that she felt heartbroken.

Bringing her hands to her face, she sobbed, then leaned back in her chain, only to scream and jerk back up again. She felt something cold against her back. Reaching her hands back, she felt it. An orb...the crystal. His crystal. Turning her head slowly, her eyes widened as she looked up to meet those seductive eyes.

She felt her jaw slightly drop, leaving her expression to consist of a mixture of surprise, fear, and a twist of excitement and happiness. She tried to speak, but nothing came out. Her mouth was uncomfortably dry. "Sarah." He spoke, his voice deep and rather manly despite his appearance.

He looked just as she remembered him. He hadn't aged at all, unlike her. His hair fell in his face some, causing the little that she could see from the darkness even harder to focus on. But she didn't need to see him. She knew exactly what he looked like.

After a very long minute of gazing into his eyes stupidly, she finally shook out of that dazed feeling, and stood up, leaving the blanket to fall on the floor. "G-goblin king..." She wanted to kill herself for the weakness in her voice, since she knew she gave off the worst impression.

"Yes," He swiftly walked around the couch, moving dangerously close. "That's me. But please, call me Jareth." Her eyes widened. His voice was so deep, but it held warmness, some sort of closeness. She found herself inching closer to him, closing her eyes.

"Jareth..." She spoke, pronouncing his name as though it was something completely new to her. He moved closer, but wouldn't dare to do anything more, for he knew better. Little did he know that Sarah was screaming inside, wanting to have his warm arms around her.

"So," She could feel him looking down at her, his gaze indescribable.

"We both know how I got here. The question is why." She finally opened her eyes to look up at him. "I..." She started, but then was overcome by the feeling of nervousness, and was unable to finish.

"I believe." She finally spoke, but it wasn't the full answer, and she had a feeling that he knew that. But he nodded, and brought his hand to her face. He was surprisingly warm. "Is that so?" He asked, leaning in to study her.

Trembling beneath him, she nodded, then took a deep breath before speaking again. "And..." She looked down, trying to avoid the feeling of his eyes upon her, but she knew that she could not escape it.

"I...I..." She looked back up, choosing her words carefully. "I regret..." He looked her over, not entirely pleased with her answer. "With?" She wasn't sure if he understood her and was trying her, or if he honestly wasn't sure what she meant.

Looking down once again, she let out a tiny sigh. "With..." She could choose a number of things, but there was only one thing right now that mattered. "How it ended..." She admitted, her eyes still locked on the floor.

"Is that so?" He asked, leaning his head closer to her, which caused her to look back up at him. Lifting her chin up with his finger, he smirked at the vulnerability. She blinked a few times, looking into his eyes. He was so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath. It was almost frightening.

"I lied to myself. I made it seem like it never existed. But even when I did so, you were sill in my mind." She said, taking a small step back, causing his hand to fall back to his side. Crossing her hands over her chest, she grew some strength back, and let out a sigh.

Before he got a chance to ask her what she meant, she continued. "The Labyrinth, to me, did not exist. The word was forbidden. Everything that happened...I told myself that it was a childish dream. But you...You I could not get rid of. I tried saying I made you up, but you're too real. When I thought of you, I was able to remember all of your features, so I knew there was no way that you were just a part of my mind."

"So...I just figured you were some man on the street, or something that just stuck in my mind. But all this time, I've..." She paused there, knowing she was going too far. She wanted to explode, and finish her sentence, telling him that she had longed for him. But she wasn't even certain that he even loved her. She might have just been one of the many girls he had tricked.

Shaking her head, she turned around, letting out a long sigh. She could tell that he stiffened up, and took a small hesitant step towards her. Did he love her? The freshest memory in her head was him begging her to just listen to him. He asked her to love him. But was there anything else?

There was the fact that as soon as she placed that light peck on Hoggle's cheek they fell into that disgusting place, the bog of eternal stench. And he screamed, "Don't kiss me! Don't kiss me!" because of some warning from Jareth. There was no other way he could have been afraid.

So was Jareth possessive? Protective? Did he care? She stayed facing the wall, angry at the fact that she called on him, since she didn't think about it enough. There was nothing she could do or say.

Within moments of thinking, Jareth finally moved up to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I did all of it for you." He said, putting his head on top of hers. "I did it because I loved you." He finally admitted, although he had a feeling that she knew that.

"I didn't believe you." She said, lifting her head up to attempt to see his face. "You were the enemy. There was no way I could fall for the enemy." She scowled, speaking with more confidence. "But... as the years went on, once I took away the labyrinth...you were no longer an enemy."

"I didn't see a reason to hate you. Part of me began to need you..." She closed her eyes, feeling him lift his head off of hers and turn her around. "Sarah. I am yours. All this time, I've watched your dreams, and I've given in to your requests." She nodded, her eyes still closed. "I know now that it was you."

His smile slowly faded, and he placed both of his hands upon her face, finally leaning in, but didn't kiss her. She opened her eyes, looking into his with a slight feeling of fear, but yet anxiousness. He made the moment last a little bit too long. But after a long minute of waiting, he finally leaned in, placing his lips upon hers.

She gasped by his sudden movement, but gave in as soon as he felt those warm lips. Closing her eyes slowly, she lifted her hands upon his chest, feeling that thumping heartbeat. He may not have been fully human, but he had feelings, emotions. His heart was beating as rapidly as hers.

The moment seemed to have lasted forever. It was perfect. His arms were now around her, and they were placed ever so closely as they leaned into each other to share the wondrous sensation of such a simple yet complex kiss. For that moment, their hearts seemed to be one

Little did Sarah know, that by contributing to this kiss, and feeling what she felt, she changed her life forever. It was never going to be the same, even if she pushed him away at that very second, and ran out of her apartment. He now held a piece of her heart, just like she always held his.

He finally pulled back, but kept his arms wrapped around her securely. She smiled, pressing her head to his chest, nuzzling into him softly, finally getting to hear that heartbeat. There was a period of silence, but it was truly golden. She cherished every moment with him, and hated herself for spending all those years without him, when they could have been spending their time like this.

She had him. She could ask him anything, and he would have no choice but to do what she says. But the question was what he wanted. Looking up at him, she blinked a few times, wondering what he was thinking.

After another moment of thinking and sorting out all of their ideas, he finally spoke, his voice calm, despite what he was saying. "Sarah," he started, moving one of his hands up to run his fingers through her hair. "I want you to come with me to the Labyrinth."