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"Stupid…pain…" Sarah groaned rolling off her bed and onto the floor. Now lying on her stomach she began to repeatedly hit her head on the hard wooden ground underneath her. "Stupid…idiotic…troublesome…memories…" she grunted between each bang.

"Sarah, what are you doing in there?" Gavrillian's voice asked slightly muffled by the door separating them. Opening it up she stared blankly for a few moments at the brunette mortal girl before sighing, rolling her eyes, and closing the door turning back the way she came. "Jareth, she's at it again!" her muffled voice yelled slightly annoyed but mostly indifferent.

"STUPID ARROW!" young lady Sarah yelled shaking her fist at the arrow lying horizontal on the ground ten feet away from her target. She knelt down and began to repeatedly hit her head upon the small stone wall, only measuring about two to three feet high, before them serving as a marking for their positions.

"My dear, you have to visualize your goal," the archery teacher said for the tenth time that day. He sighed and picked the young girl up.

"Yeah Sarah, like this," Jareth smirked his voice full of confidence. Sarah thought it sounded too cocky personally. The young prince pulled back his arm the long feathers of the arrow tickling his cheek and neck. Letting it go he smirked again as the arrow whistled through the air and a satisfying thud sounded as the arrow met its target.

"Yes Highness, that was excellent! A good three inches in!" the instructor praised.

Sarah growled, grabbed another arrow and aimed. Her eyes focused on the haystack twenty feet away and stared into the black point of the Bull's Eye. Focus, she told her self mentally, just focus. She imagined her target getting closer seeing with her mind's eye the black point growing in size. When it looked as if the target was right next to her and everything but her target seemed to disappear she let go. The string of the bow let out a twang as the arrow whipped through the air and a deafening crack sounded as Sarah's arrow sliced through Jareth's and out the other side. Flipping her hair around she turned her smile on the Goblin Prince. "Better luck next time babe," she smirked before walking off slinging her bow over her shoulder with a little kick to her step.

"Crazy girl," Jareth admonished softly stroking the brunette's hair as she lay in bed. He was sitting next to her on the edge of her mattress gently fondling her hair. Her face was scrunched up with pain and she whimpered slightly every so often and on her forehead was a nasty bump. "You must stop hitting your head against solid objects my dear," he whispered. Looking around the room to make sure no unwanted guests were watching Jareth scooted further down so that he was lying next to his favorite mortal with his arm still around her head. Staring at her face-to-face he wished more than anything to help her stop her pain. "You must remember, as do I," he sighed. He gently kissed her fevered forehead before closing his eyes falling into a pained sleep next to her.

"Sarah, what do you think you're doing?"

A young Sarah, ranging around the age of a young mortal teenager, turned her innocence-filled eyes to her mother. A similar looking Jareth pouted next to her. "Why do you always think I'm up to something Mam?" she asked her own bottom lip jutting out slightly quivering faintly.

"Because you always are," a man said as he strode into the room. His hair was the color of the golden sun reflected on the sea with eyes a vibrant golden-brown. His face was lean and pale and he wore simple tan leggings with a white shirt. His boots were simple riding boots. "Kira my love, you look even more stunning than usual," he smiled wrapping his arms around Sarah's mother.

"Eeww! Da! I told you not to get all mushy-gushy around us!" Sarah groaned.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it; you're mother makes me this way," he chuckled. "Ah, young Prince Jareth," he smiled looking down at the young Goblin Prince. "I have just left your father's company at the stables and he sent me to Sarah to tell you that he wishes to speak with you."

"But why would my father send you to Sarah for me?" Jareth asked raising an eyebrow.

"Because you are always with her my prince," Tiernan, Sarah's father, chuckled. "Now get," he admonished when Jareth didn't move. Jareth mumbled something but left leaving Sarah with her parents. "Now dearest Sarah, what was this about shooting your archery tutor in the bum?"

Gavril watched the people in front of her a small smile on her face. She had to keep a chuckle down when she thought of Sarah reaction to finding Jareth a few inches away from her when she woke up a few hours ago. From being content, to shocked, to irritated, to being indifferent, to being content once more. She then closed her eyes and rested peacefully letting Jareth call the time to get up. Now, a few hours since then, they were having another session of remembering. She watched the hovering crystal with unmasked delight.

The sun was setting as Sarah and Jareth sat in the large tree. Jareth had just finished carving their names and the letters 'BFF' on the trunk. They stared at it in satisfaction. "Are you sure that's how it is supposed to look?" Jareth asked scratching the back of his head.

"That's what mammy said. She said that she had done this when she was little with her old best friend. 'BFF' stands for 'Best Friends Forever'. Mam was sad when her friend died." Sarah swung her legs back and forth on the branch looking out to the sunset. "We will be best friends forever, right?" she asked softly.

"Of course we will!" Jareth said laughing off the question. He too feared the same thing. "I've been trying to shake you off for fifteen years but you still won't leave me alone!" he joked.

Sarah turned back to him a scowl on her face. "Oh, you're such a git," she scoffed punching in the arm. "I don't see what your mother sees in you," she rolled her eyes. "But I guess it's just because you have a face only a mother could love," she admitted softly, joking of course.

"Hey!"

"Well, it's true!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is no–" But the Goblin Prince never got to finish his statement because Sarah promptly pushed him off the tree.

Chocking back her laugh Gavrillian thought she remembered that day actually. That was the day they had gotten in trouble for convincing the goblins to go nude for a day. It was a day many wished they could forget. Gavril shook her head as the next memory came out.

"You…two…" the Goblin King breathed out his nose his pale face growing red in complexion. The very air around him seemed to crackle with power. "I told you to behave," he ground out. "I told you to keep your antics to yourself." His glare moved between the young Goblin Prince and Lady Sarah, who were both covered in punch and smelled slightly of the Bog. "This ball…" Letting out a growl he scanned the room where they were standing. It was the ballroom where the party was but now several goblins hung from streamers and punch was thrown everywhere. The slight smell of the Bog drifted in the air. "Essence of the Bog of Eternal Stench?" he snarled.

Jareth and Sarah looked at their feet respectively. They winced with each yelled word and paled after each sentence. They thought their idea worked wonderfully but they did not want to be yelled at. They were sorry they did it…and got caught. Their plan was working wonderfully before Jareth's mother was going to drink the punch…

Jareth and Sarah had begun working on this scheme almost as soon as they heard that a ball was going to be held. They used magick to make the goblins appear as decorations and bottled the essence of the Bog to slip into the punch. Being simple essence the smell would only last for a few hours. The taste would be terrible though, and usually would end up with the drinker developing slimy green scales that itched horribly. And then the Queen went to get some…Jareth and Sarah blanched ever more. Then one of the goblins fell from the streamers and landed in the punch bowl after Sarah and Jareth herded the Queen away just in time. The goblins liked the way the punch splashed and so more jumped down and threw the punch and any other objects they could get their hands on at each other and the guests. Sarah and Jareth got thoroughly soaked in the process. Sarah was at least glad that her dress wasn't quite so yellow anymore.

"I told you countless times to be on your best behavior, and this is what you do?" the King yelled. His white poet's shirt was now pink in color thanks to the punch. His face matched it. "This is it!" he roared. "Until further notice you two are not allowed to see or speak or in any way contact each other unless I give you permission! Is that clear?"

Jareth and Sarah nodded speaking in unison. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Now go take a bath and go to bed," he ordered. As the children were walking out he shouted after them. "Oh, and your extra lessons are canceled until further notice!" The children groaned.

The crystal dimmed and slowly disappeared. Gavrillian cleared her throat as Sarah and Jareth worked their way out of the trance. Sarah was the first to open her eyes followed closely by Jareth. Gavril opened up the door and helped the two stand up. They had been in trance longer this time and thus their legs were quite sore.

"Thank you Gavy," Sarah smiled. She looked over to Jareth. "We really were trouble-makers weren't we?" she laughed cautiously.

"Yes, it appears we were," he replied slowly.

"It's still so weird for me to stand here relieving memories of my past life…with the man I had thought was my enemy. But, 'best friends forever', huh?" she smiled. She knew what tree they had been sitting in and she wondered when the next time would be when they could go look at it again, hoping that they would find the carving. "And you…it's the same you there as it is you right now. It's just so weird," she shuddered feeling suddenly cold. "It's just so weird…"

"I've always known something was up because my childhood was practically missing from my memory. And then I saw you when you were younger and…" he paused for a second, "…and I felt connected to you in some way, but I didn't know how. I looked at you, and everything…everything seemed alright," Jareth spoke softly looking off into space. Apparently realizing what he had just said out loud he frowned at the two women. "I feel faint. Go have the cook send something to the study, and make sure it is there before I arrive or I will be severely disappointed," he ordered Gavrillian getting back into the Goblin King mask. He then promptly vanished.

Gavril rolled her eyes while Sarah laughed. "He's sure changed since we were little children together, hasn't he?"

The elf rolled her eyes. "He's always been stubborn, but now he's just an ass," she muttered before gliding out of the room to go talk to the goblin cook.

Sarah smiled softly looking around the dark room. This was the place that would unveil her past. In this room her pain seemed minuscule compared to the mammoth pain she was accustomed to. She knew that the magicks in this room and in the tea helped relieve her pain but as soon as she went to sleep the pain would pound once more. Sleep…Sarah was so tired after the session but there was something else she had to do. So hiking up her skirts she half-walked half-ran down the halls heading towards the castle gates.

Once out in the open air she ran through the Goblin City and out into the Labyrinth. She turned left upon arriving to the Junk Yard after leaving behind the gates and the courtyard where she had once fought Humongous and continued running until she ran through a brief screen of trees. She slowly started to slow down now only walking briskly. She continued walking not really realizing where she was going until about ten to twenty minutes later and she was standing before a small hill. Kicking off her shoes she smiled brightly seeming to light up the night. She had the faint impression that when she was young and it smiled if she was anywhere in the Labyrinth it brightened.

"Thanks for the dramatics Laby," she laughed climbing up the hill and sitting cross-legged with her arms outstretched in the air beside her. Her fingers twitched as she closed her eyes and lifted her head upwards a little. Clearing her mind she thought of only the Labyrinth. My friend, I am back, she thought. I have returned to you. I open up my mind to you Labyrinth. Speak to me. Show yourself to me once more, she finished her mental chanting. Her lips formed one word, Labyrinth, but no sound came out. Her mind blank and her breathing steady she reached out for the entity that was her dear friend.

Silence met her.

Sarah's mind began to cloud up; she began thinking that maybe the Labyrinth had left her. Maybe the Labyrinth didn't want to be her friend anymore. When all of a sudden Sarah felt warmth spread throughout her body. She knew instantly that her Laby was with her.

Labyrinth, she sighed blissfully.

She didn't know how long she had been out there or how long she had Laby had talked but she felt at utter peace. It had been too long a time since she had last spoken to her friend. The moment that the Labyrinth's mind, in a manner of speaking, touched hers she felt an empty space inside her fill up. She had always felt like she was missing something in her life and that, coupled with her mother's career of acting, was what led her to seek out fantasy. She felt her link to the Labyrinth strengthen and felt the empty space inside her fill. But she knew that unless she found out about her past she would always be hallow. The secret of her past life was linked to the Labyrinth, and to Jareth. Jareth…Sarah felt a pull to the Goblin King that she could only explain as familiarity. He was with her in her past life and he too needed to find his memories. Why they both couldn't remember was still a mystery. Why was Sarah reborn anyway? She was linked to Jareth's childhood, she knew, but after that he didn't seem to remember her until recently. That must mean–

With a gasp Sarah's eyes flew open and she felt the encouraging touch of the Labyrinth push her onward with her realization. Sarah was linked to Jareth's childhood by her past life but she wasn't in his life as he grew older. That meant…she died when they just children. Something must have happened and she died before her time, something involving powerful magick to wipe Jareth's memories away and to cause her to forget her existence as half-Fae. Sarah felt the air throbbing as the Labyrinth pushed her onward. Something important happened when they were children, that much she knew. And she died as the outcome. Magick took away her memory from Jareth, but apparently not from anyone else; Gavrillian still knew her.

The ideas and consequences of what had happened swarmed through Sarah's mind but she couldn't think clearly, not in her tired state. She saw flashes of visions but she couldn't make heads or tails from them. A face…a laugh…a sneer…

Sarah's mind felt like it was going to explode. But then the calming presence of the Labyrinth eased some of that pain and helped her drift off to sleep curled up in a little ball on the hill. It then called upon the Goblin King.

Jareth sat in one of his studies drinking a rich red wine in a crystal goblet. In front of him were a few piles of papers concerning the kingdom, but nothing too important. For the more important matters he usually took them to his private study where no one was allowed to enter. Granted, he didn't really feel like being interrupted by anyone but in this study he could still order around those pesky goblins. Swirling the last of his wine in the goblet he looked over the papers before bringing the crystal to his lips. Taking a sip he leaned back in his chair.

It wasn't long before he felt the Labyrinth. He grunted in acknowledgement but then quickly shot up slamming his goblet on his desk when the Labyrinth informed him of Sarah. The goblet broke and shards of crystal flew everywhere and the last remaining sips of the wine splashed over his papers and his desk. But he didn't care. With a flash of glitter he vanished.

He appeared a few moments later to find Sarah sleeping on a familiar small hill her shoes discarded. He winced as a flash of memory skirted by but a smirk then adorned his face. "No more roots, huh Laby," he said softly using Sarah's childhood pet name for the entity. He then picked up Sarah and her shoes and disappeared with them only to reappear in Sarah's bedroom. He set Sarah down on her bed and dropped her shoes by the stand next to it. He then proceeded to cover her up. "Sarah, my dear, we really have to stop meeting this way," he whispered before kissing her forehead and leaving the room.

Hey, I'm done with this chapter! Yay! Okay, yeah, I know it's crappy, whatever. At least she now realizes something is up…and who did that face/laugh/sneer belong to? Hmm, who knows? Oh wait…I do!