Guess what…I might put Jareth in this chapter. (Liar; you ARE going to put Jareth in this chapter.) Shut up, they don't know that! (Well you shouldn't lie to people.) I didn't lie; I bent the truth. (Well…you're just jealous!) Of what? (That while we have been having this conversation everyone has found out Jareth is coming.) Damn you!

And I'm sorry for the cliffhanger…okay…no I'm not. But you have to forgive me because I'm bringing Jareth along. Doesn't that just tickle your pink? Okay, I'll get on with the story and I don't know how long this chapter will be but I'll try to make it a non-cliffhanger one…maybe.

Disclaimer: I am a poor white girl who lives in California…saying I don't own Labyrinth would be redundant.

"Once upon a time there was a beautiful, young girl whose stepmother always made her stay home with the baby. And the baby was a spoiled child and he wanted everything for himself and the young girl was practically a slave. But what no one knew was that the King of the Goblins had fallen in love with the girl and he had given her certain powers. So one night, when the baby had been particularly cruel to her, she called on the goblins for help. 'Say your right words,' the goblins said. 'And we'll take the baby to the Goblin City and you will be free.' But the girl knew that the King of the Goblins would keep the baby in his castle forever and ever and ever and turn it into a goblin. And so the girl suffered in silence, until one night, she was tired from a day of housework and she was hurt by the harsh words of her stepmother, and she could no longer stand it…"

"I wish the goblins would come and take you away, right now."

"You're him aren't you? You're the Goblin King."

"I've brought you a gift."

"What is it?"

"It's a crystal. Nothing more. But if you turn it this way, look into it. It will show you your dreams."

"Sarah. Don't defy me. You're no match for me Sarah."

"Is that the Castle beyond the Goblin City?"

"You have thirteen hours in which to solve the Labyrinth before your baby brother becomes one of us forever. Such a pity."

"Well, come on, feet."

Sarah awoke with her head pounding. The pain was far worse than what she usually felt when she awoke and her dreams were clearer. Standing up she realized that she was in her bed with a cold washcloth on her forehead. Setting the cloth aside she tried to steady herself but found that her room was spinning and she kept stumbling. Her dream was clearer than all the rest but it was still hazy but she remembered the echo of it. And, still in pain, she stumbled into Toby's room.

Toby's room was large and similar to his parents with a separate sitting room and a balcony. The large balcony doors let the rising sun in to rest on the vanity that Sarah had once owned. Her old books and toys were all around the room much like she used to have them but not so orderly. Sarah's eyes slanted as she saw the statue of the mythical king on Toby's dresser. Growling she stomped over and threw it on the floor. It broke in half. She then went around the room destroying books, toys, and games that her mind told her to. A wooden game of a marble maze. She threw it against the wall. A bookend of a dwarf. Smashed it. A few stuffed animals she tore the stuffing out and yelled flinging them around the room. She pulled down a poster by a guy named Escher and ripped it to shreds. She trashed the room. Finally her eyes landed on the vanity once more when it seemed to be the only thing left. She looked around for something to throw and saw something red sticking out of Toby's pillow. Grabbing it she realized it was the Labyrinth book Toby had earlier. "Nooo!" she screamed as the pain thrummed in her head and she chucked the book at the vanity mirror. She then pulled the vanity by the top and made it topple over. She didn't want to trash Toby's room but something told her to get rid of all this stuff. There was stuff she left untouched, one of it being Lancelot. She wanted to tear it to shreds but she also wanted to keep it safe. She would have probably torn it into pieces if the pain hadn't doubled.

During this entire escapade she started to remember bits and pieces and now she remembered completely her dream. She had wished Toby away. She remembered the entire beginning of her journey. But her memory went blank after she told her feet to "come on". But then the pain quickened, worsened, dropping her to her knees with a cry of pain as before her closed eyes (when did she close them? She couldn't remember) she saw and remembered her trip through the Labyrinth. As the more she remembered the harder the pain pounded and she could hear the thump it made as did her heart. She remembered Hoggle…and the fairy. She remembered the little worm. The four guards (What was their name? Ralph and Alph? Jim and Tim?). The cold Oubliette. The False Alarms. The Cleaners. The Wise Man and his hat. Ludo. Doorknockers. Fieries. Bog of Eternal Stench. Sir Didymus and Ambrosius. Peach. Ballroom. Junk Lady. Humongous. Goblins. Escher room. Goblin King Jareth. Owl.

Screaming in pain as she felt like her head was going to explode with the pain so harsh she never thought it was possible. She knew that if she didn't get help soon she would die. And she knew only one person who could help her. So as the pain reached the maximum and it felt as if her head were exploding she screamed that one name calling for help.

"JAREEEEEEEETH!"

Far away in another realm a Goblin King sat brooding on his throne rubbing at his temples as an elf was trying to talk since into him. It wasn't her fault he wasn't listening to her; his mind was somewhere else. His mind was on a mortal girl. But she wasn't a girl anymore and he knew it. She had grown into a beautiful young woman. Yes, a beautiful young woman who had forgotten. He had sat on the tree outside her room for a week after the incident but she didn't remember him. And then today he saw her and she still didn't remember. But she was going through the same exact thing he was; migraines. Migraines caused by magic.

She will be remembering shortly, he thought with a smirk. And if she doesn't…she will die. The Goblin King's feelings clashed at that thought. Part of him wanted her to pay for what she had done as an insolent child, but another part of him wanted her to be safe and sound and never experience any kind of pain ever again. His other side quickly yelled at that side exclaiming that he had gone soft. The Goblin King then furrowed his brows when he realized that he was having a mental argument with himself. He then realized that the elf was calling his name.

"Jareth? Jareth, listen to me!" she exclaimed exasperated.

"What is it Gavrillian?" Jareth drawled lazily. He suddenly felt a surge of pain but damned if he would let her know it. His impassive face was suddenly leaning on the passive side when an even bigger surge swept through him. Strange, he thought.

"Jareth, Jareth, what's wrong?" the elf questioned as she took a step forward. But she was stilled when the Goblin King held a hand up for her to stop.

Groaning Jareth sat up straight, then realizing his mistake in the fact that he never sat up straight, slouched back down like he usually did to quench her suspicion anything was the matter.

"Jareth, is it the Headache again?" Gavrillian asked concerned. "Do you need me to make the potion tea again?" A pause. "And will you come or not?"

"Come to what?" Jareth growled rubbing his temples again. "And yes, make some of that damned potion."

"Haven't you been listening to a thing I have been saying?" the elf asked ready to begin rubbing her own temples, if not for the same reason. She didn't have to remember anything…except maybe where she placed the potion for the King's wife. But of course, that was different. Then again if she didn't find it the Queen was most likely to put her in a different kind of pain. "Your presence is wanted, Jareth! The King and Queen will skin me alive if I return without you! In three days the expect you to be there!"

"Then I suggest you don't return if you want to live," Jareth replied airily with a wave of his hand. "Now leave me."

Gavrillian stomped her foot. "Jareth, you may be the high and mighty King of the Goblins but you will always be that little mischievous prince who almost caused more than one great war," she scolded. "Jareth," she sighed slouching. "You have to come. Please at least think about it."

"I have thought about Gavril. And my answer is still NO! They can send the army out to me but the answer will still be the same." Jareth sighed. His headache was even worse and soon the pain was able to be seen by the healer before him.

"Jareth, I was there when you were born. I helped you when you needed something. I was the one who took care of you as a youngling whenever you got into some kind of mischief with-" she cut herself off.

"Really Gavril? It seems as if I can't quite remember when I was a young boy. My years of childhood are blurry," he stated eyeing her carefully.

"Uh," she paused. "That tends to happen when you age?" She chuckled uneasily. "I myself cannot remember when I was not the healer of Their Majesties." The Goblin King smirked as if knowing something she didn't…or taunting her with something he knew he wasn't supposed to. But should she comment on it she might get in trouble with the Councils as well as the King and Queen. Not too mention Jareth. She glared at him.

"Gav, you can tell them to take their 'invitation' and shove it up their-"

"Jareth!"

"What?"

Gavrillian rolled her eyes. "Yes, mischievous indeed."

Jareth was about to comment back when he froze. His eyes slightly glazed over as he tensed. Someone called him. But not just anyone…she called him. Before Gavril could even think to question Jareth was out of his throne flying out the window in owl form. In a blink of an eye he was traveling through the different realms to the one of mortals. He was soaring through the air swerving every once in a while as pain laced through his body. He had a 'witty' remark for Sarah when he showed up but as he blasted through the balcony doors he saw Sarah's nearly unconscious on the floor and the thought flew straight out of his head. He rushed over to her, now in human form, and kneels beside her.

Sarah's eyelids fluttered open to see the face of the Goblin King. Sure, she should feel fearful and scared…but she didn't. She was strangely comforted by the sight of him in his dark tights/shirt/boots/gloves glory. But the main thing that was coursing through her mind at that moment was the immense pain. "Jareth," she croaked, "help me." And then her eyes fluttered shut once more and she passed out.

Jareth knew then what he had to do. She might have remembered her time in the Labyrinth seven years ago but there was still more she, and he, had to learn. They were somehow tied together by invisible bonds. Whether by Fate or Chance they were bound together and the only way to save Sarah's life right now was to take her back to where it all started. To the land of magic was her only sanctuary and if she didn't go now it would be too late. So scooping her up in his arms Jareth took one last looked at the devastation in the room, noticing how all of it somehow tied to the Labyrinth, before transporting them back to the Underground, back to the Castle beyond the Goblin City.

"A mortal?" Gavril scoffed. "You want me to help a mere mortal? They repopulate enough, why should we care about this one-" Gavril froze with a sharp intake of air upon seeing the face of the 'mere mortal' when Jareth set her upon a bed in a spare guest room. I can't believe it! She exclaimed mentally. It's…her!

"Gavril," Jareth warned, "you will help her or else dear mother and father will have to find a new healer. Do I make myself clear?" Gavril nodded still staring in shock at the young woman before. "Sarah," she whispered in amazement.

"Does everyone know I was beaten by a mortal?" Jareth sighed in frustration.

"Beaten? Oh! Yes, uh, you were beaten by her," Gavril licked her lips nervously. Then a chuckle escaped her throat. "Again," she muttered.

"What was that?" he asked dangerously.

"Nothing," Gavril said innocently. "Do you want me to save her or not? Well then, get my bag!" After Jareth had left the room arguing that people don't order him, although he was doing as he was told, to get her bags Gavrillian sighed. "Faes," she muttered turning back to the figure on the bed. "Sarah, you came back," she breathed. "How? Why?" She ran her slender hand through her long pure white hair. "Sarah, you are truly full of miracles," she chuckled. "But now the miracle is to help you live." She smoothed Sarah's dark auburn hair as she chanted softly in elvish.

"Gavrillian, here is your bag," Jareth announced appearing suddenly.

"Damn Faes. Always appearing out of nowhere and giving us poor elves a startle," she muttered grabbing her bag and pulling something out. Jareth hissed stepping back. "Oh, what's the matter? It's only iron," Gavril taunted. Smirking at the death glare she was receiving she took the circular piece of iron and placed it upon Sarah's brow. Sarah's eyebrows furrowed and her face scrunched up for a moment until it settled and Sarah's face looked free of pain. "I will tend to her. Tomorrow she should be awake."

Jareth looked at Sarah glaring at the iron on her head with runes written on it. "I want to be informed the minute she awakes," he ordered.

"Of course Your Highness," Gavril said distracted. "Now leave us be."

"Why should I leave? This is my castle," he said in indignation.

"Alright, then you can help me take off her clothes."

"I'll be outside."

Gavril rolled her eyes as the Goblin King disappeared in a bout of glitter. Turning her attention back to Sarah she bit her lower lip. "Sorry Milady, but I need to," she said to the prone girl before her as she started to take off her shirt. Grabbing a bottle of what looked like blue paste out of her bag she said a quick prayer asking for favor in the eyes of whoever was listening.

Ack! Finally! I've have done this chapter so many times trying to make it at least good. It's still pretty crappy but be thankful you get something. Well, whatever. And Jareth is going to be a pretty O-K guy in this fic. Or at least he will be with Sarah. I have part of Suicide's next chapter written but it's pretty short. But whatever. And I'll start to try and work on Peachy Keen for ya. Ja ne!