Ok, disclaimer- I don't own Labyrinth, or Sarah, or Jareth- but, let's face it, if I owned Jareth, what would I be doing right now? What would YOU do? I do own Gabriel, but he isn't very happy about it.

(Gabriel) Yeah, because you're making me help you housetrain your new puppy.

(Lady) That's right! I forgot to tell you that I got a new staffy puppy last weekend! He's so cute! And I named him after death eaters from Harry Potter- Draco Severus Black- Draco, duh, Draco Malfoy- Severus, duh, Severus Snape, Black, Duh, Sirius' brother Regulus, Sirius' cousin, Bellatrix before she married and became a Lestrange, and her sister, Narcissa, duh, Draco Malfoy's mum- she was a Black before she married Lucius and became a Malfoy.

So, now that I've bored the living crap out of you with that Harry potter genealogy, here are the shout outs!

MordSith-Rahl- Yes! You are being punished! Ya har! You're having trouble with Jareth? um… so you are trying to make him seem evil but be good (at least to a small extent) at the same time? Ouch- that's tough.

omega000- Jesse, you friken butt! Pick on Alex on your own fraggin time! And before you start bitchin' to him about his spelling, try to check your own! Retardate is not a word (he's retarded- like GUMBY!). and DON'T DIS THE NAME ANGUS!

atsuibelulah- Your opinion does matter- but I think it's weird that some people love the 'Jareth breaking down door' bit, and some, like you, didn't think it appropriate. Just goes to show that we all have different ideas of what Jareth should be.

Moonjavau- Thankyou

Callendae- I will, don't you fret

SmeagulTheWeasul- I've, uh (I think you might attack me, but, oh, well) never seen or heard or read TPOTO… You are going to hurt me, aren't you?

BatteredChild- Hmmm, I don't think I was thinking of that at the time… But, still!

Eleanora Rose- Thankyou- but what is cute about Jareth breaking down a door? Hot, I understand, but cute?

Eos Egrait- YAY! I GET MAJOR PROPS! But, why must I die? Cool, someone else who thinks I'm scary! Boo yah!

Petra15- Lucky last! And here we are!

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Chapter 17

Lady Sarah; Bringer of Freedom

Every open eye in the cavernous room was turned toward the open door and the two figures silhouetted against the stone of the hallway lying just beyond.

Inside the room were a few dozen free-range chickens, five- or six- cats, lots of sparrows, a dwarf or to and a smorgasbord of goblins.

There were tough goblins, sissy goblins, goblins who climbed on rocks (A/N I have no idea where that rhyme came from, LOL). There were green goblins, brown goblins, fuzzy goblins, slimy goblins, big goblins and that cute little goblin with the red eyes and the purple scarf. His name is Dallen.

And even more goblins besides.

They had been drinking, playing tiggy, chasing chickens, being attached by cats and, mostly, sleeping.

But now they were silent, except for the occasional snore.

'Um…' said Sarah uncertainly. 'Hi.'

It was amazing that in those one and a half words, Sarah Williams wrought a force more powerful and uncontrollable than the Pompeian eruption of Mount Vesuvius: goblins when they're really, really, happy.

There were several gleeful cries from around the room and every goblin, chicken, cat, sparrow and dwarf, even the ones who had been asleep just a moment before, but most certainly weren't now, bolted towards Sarah, their arms outstretched, yelling 'My Lady Sarah!', or, for the ones who couldn't, or wouldn't, speak ; 'Sawa, Sawa!' and 'Buck, buck, buck!' and 'Meow! And some other miscellaneous noises, some of them more pleasant than others.

If Sarah were made out of weaker stuff, she would have turned tail and run, but she did not, even when Jareth deserted her; he had taken a single glance at the tsunami of his drunken subjects and moved cautiously off to the side of the cavern, out of the goblins' line of sight.

Sarah instead walked right up to the rampaging goblins with nothing but happiness on her face.

The goblins, with gentleness one would not have expected from them, surged around her, tugging on her dress to get her attention, jostling around to hold her hands, talking over each other, trying to tell her about goblin things.

Sarah couldn't help but laugh. 'Alright!' she said tolerantly. 'Settle down. Now, what do you want to say?' she asked with mother-like warmth.

All of the goblins spoke at once.

Sarah laughed again and let the goblins run riot.

After ten minutes, the goblins had done nothing but shout and yell, and Jareth was at his wits' end.

'Enough!' he shouted. He made a gesture and all of the goblins were struck dumb- he had taken their voices.

Sarah turned to Jareth. 'That wasn't very nice.'

Jareth blinked. 'What else would you have me do? They can do this for days!'

'Oh,' said Sarah, looking around at the confused goblins. 'Well, uh… It was great to see you…' She trailed off, the said to Jareth; 'Will you let them out of here?'

Jareth looked at her, then at the goblins, then back at Sarah. He didn't want to let the goblins out, it was such a pleasant change to have a quiet castle, but as he looked a6 Sarah's imploring face, he felt his resolve wither. 'Fine, but I'm not giving them their voices back…right now.'

Sarah smiled. She patted the nearest goblin's head. 'See you later.' She extricated herself from the horde and slipped her arm through the crook of Jareth's. 'Where to?' she asked him.

'Would you like to see the gardens?' asked Jareth.

'Sure.' Sarah let Jareth lead her from the goblin's room.

Quite a few goblins followed them into the corridor only to find their attention was waning, so contented themselves with haunting the castle's halls, causing all kinds of mischief.

The others went back to sleep.

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Yes, short, I know, short! But it was prompt! Come, on, be nice! I'm depressed, ok! My best friend disappeared! And I update when I'm depressed! Exclamation marks!

Next chapter is going to get VERY fluffy- but there will also be some Jareth Name-calling- by someone you won't get to see!