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Thank so much for the reviews, alerts, favourites etc. I know I don't deserve them after not uploading for so long but I've decided to make it up to you.

This chapter I wrote as a little humour reprieve from all the angst-ness (yes it's a word). I watched the film after writing the last chapter and I noticed that Jareth is actually rather cheeky! I'd never noticed this before but I decided to incorporate that into this chappie.

Anyway I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think. I know they seem a bit out of character but I got a little tired of the shouting.

Also, I'm sorry if there's any spelling mistakes or grammer mistakes etc. Its 2.30am here and I really wanted to get this up before I went to bed so I didn't really have a change to proof read it throughly. Just let me know and i'll sort them.

Description: Set immediately after Sarah's defeat of the Labyrinth, Jareth returns home in a fool mood. His views of the brief aftermath.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Labyrinth or any of the characters, I have just borrowed them for my own personal amusement. If I did, I wouldn't be here right now. I do however own Gwaff. He's cool but he's no Jareth *Sad Face*

Sarah awoke to find herself lying on a very dusty and extremely uncomfortable floor. Slowly opening her eyes she let out a small groan as her head began to spin.

Pulling herself to her unsteady feet she tried to dust the dirt from her clothing. Looking up, she sighed, pretty sure that she already knew what she would see. And sure enough, there perched in the not-so-distance was the castle beyond the goblin city.

She was back.

Giving a frustrated shout, Sarah began to make her way towards Jareth's castle to give the ever-so-annoying Goblin King a piece of her mind.

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Jareth smiled contently as he rested his boot clad feet on the elaborate oak desk before him and relaxed into his equally regal chair. Sunlight streamed in through the open window of his study, casting rainbows around the quiet room for his own personal entertainment.

The enjoyable silence that surrounded him was broken by a slightly timid knock that came from the other side of a pair of magnificent oak doors.

Letting a low growl emerge from his throat he pinched the bridge of his nose with his gloved fingers.

"Can the kingdom not survive for more than five minutes without me?" He growled quietly before beckoning the knocker to enter. Gazing longingly out the open window Jareth wondered how far he could fly before someone would notice he was missing and raise the alarm.

A small, and rather out of breath, goblin scurried into his study carrying a pile of papers and began to struggle to close the grand doors, Jareth could only assume, it had spent the last few minutes trying to open. The King watched the young goblin for a good five minutes before deciding to put him out of his misery and stood up and helped him shut it.

"Thank you you're Majesty!" The goblin squeaked as Jareth returned to his previous seat and took up his relaxed position.

"What is it now Gwaff?" Jareth inwardly groaned at the small creatures chosen name, why they always had to pick names he detested he really had no idea. Probably just some clever way to try to irritate him, like they didn't managed that enough already.

Gwaff pulled himself up onto a small wooden stool that stood in front of the ornate desk so that he could see the King properly without straining, and began to rifle through the stack of papers he had brought with him. Quickly pulling the right one from the pile he passed it towards Jareth's direction.

Jareth skim-read the piece of worn parchment as Gwaff began to ramble on about goblin land rights or something along those lines, Jareth wasn't really listening.

Running a gloved hand through his blonde mane, Jareth silently willed the impending migraine that was threatening to erupt away and held up his other hand, silencing the nervous goblin.

"Gwaff, I thought all this legal paperwork was your job. Isn't that what I pay you for?" Jareth sighed tiredly.

"It is!" the goblin squeaked happily as a huge smile cracked its way across his dirtied face. "And Gwaff loves it Sire!"

Jareth tossed the piece of parchment absentmindedly across the desk towards the excitable goblin and closed his eyes tightly. "The why am I hearing about it?" he asked frustrated.

"I-I-I j-just need your majesty to, erm… sign these?" He asked visibly panicking while motioning to the papers in his tiny fists. "Only if it's ok with His Majesty of course" Gwaff quickly added.

Jareth grinned at the effect he had on the young goblin before pulling the papers Gwaff offered him and beginning to make his way through them, signing each with his elegant script.

"Anything else?" he asked while gracefully signing the last paper and tossing his quill down.

"Erm… Yes…" The small goblin began as he gathered all the papers together and began to dismount from the stool out of Jareth's sight. "Dusty asked me to remind your Majesty about your visitor this evening."

"Who's Dusty?" Jareth asked confused while groaning inwardly at the visit he had completely forgotten about. Something he was not particularly interested in to say the least.

Gwaff looked up at Jareth slightly confused. "She's your assistant Sire… The one who's runs over your itinerary with you each morning."

"Oh." He must have been more tired than he had thought. "Well I can't be expected to know everybody's name Gwaff." Jareth smiled a crooked smile as he watched the pride shine on the small goblins face.

Before Gwaff could begin to gush to the King about how he had remembered his name over of everybody else's, the huge oak doors swung open freeing a breeze that tangled its way through Jareth's unruly blonde hair.

Jareth's smile widened as he took in the appearance of a very dusty and very tired looking Sarah Williams.

Sarah took in the scene in front of her before storming over to stand defiantly in front of Jareth's grand desk.

Jareth grinned at her white his pearly white teeth. "Ah Sarah, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

To say that Jareth enjoyed seeing Sarah again after all these years was an understatement. Of course he had looked in on her from time to time but nothing ever compared to the real thing, did it? Even standing there covered in dust, Jareth had to admit she was stunning. She had really matured in the last four years and you could definitely see she had a well rounded head on her shoulders. He had worked hard over the past four years to put his feelings for Sarah behind him but even he couldn't deny she was beautiful.

Jareth continued to smile as she glared at him through her long lashes. The fact that Sarah was fuming was already proof that he was getting to her, after all this whole thing was about revenge.

"Take me back. Now." Sarah spat fiercely while crossing her arms tightly across her chest.

Jareth tapped his hands lightly across his folded legs before standing and making his way to stand near the magnificent oak doors. "Tempting… but as you can see I'm in the middle of a meeting." Gwaff squeaked as Sarah focused her angry glare upon him. "So if you don't mind…" Jareth's English accent cut through the room as he motioned to the door with his elegant grace.

Sarah stared at him with disbelief before making a point of sitting down on Gwaff's stool stubbornly. "I'm not leaving until you send me back."

Jareth smirked before making his way back to his chair. "Then I guess you're not leaving." He spat back coldly.

"You can't keep me here forever Jareth!" Sarah's voice began to raise its volume as she got ever more frustrated with the handsome king.

Jareth conjured a crystal in his fingertips and proceeded to roll it in-between his hands. "I'll think you will find dear Sarah, that I am King, and can therefore do what I like."

He smirked arrogantly while tossing the crystal into the air and it exploded into a cloud of glitter.

Sarah glared at him unimpressed. "You can't keep people against there will. They have rights!" she cried.

A small cough from the other side of the study pulled the pair out of their bickering. Gwaff slowly approached the pair with an open book in his hand.

"Unfortunately my lady, as King, his majesty has the power to detain anybody within his kingdom without question." Gwaff stared up apologetically at Sarah as Jareth beamed from ear to ear.

"Ha." He barked towards Sarah.

Sarah rolled her eyes and grabbed the dusty book from the goblin. "That's not fair! I want to go home! There must be some form of loophole" Sarah cried panicked while flicking urgently through the pages.

After several minutes of searching through the ancient book Sarah let out a frustrated cry and threw the aged book straight at Jareth's head. Jareth, dodging out of the way of the inanimate missile, shot Sarah a look that would have killed her instantly if he had had the power.

"You!" She cried pointing her forefinger directly at Jareth. "You cruel, selfish, bastard! How could you do this? Are you really that sore loser? Come on Jareth! You're a king for heavens sake! You can't just take people away from their lives as and when you fancy!" Sarah's voice began as tears welled up in her dark eyes.

Hurt shot across Jareth's face as Sarah's words pierced him. But that wasn't what hurt him the most. No, the most painful thing was watching Sarah on the verge of tears and knowing that it was because of him. He had worked so hard to try and put this mortal girl behind him, but he clearly wasn't as free of her as he once thought.

As Jareth registered the renewed feelings that were resurfacing his natural defensive side kicked into gear.

"Be careful Sarah…" Jareth warned in a low growl feeling his temper rising.

"Or what?" She continued to shout. "What else can you do to me Jareth? You've already taken everything away from me!"

Jareth stood hastily to his feet, knocking his chair backwards causing it to clatter to the ground with a loud crash. Placing both hands on his desk he leaned towards Sarah menacingly, but before he could form his words, a small squeak drew his attention back to Gwaff.

"However…" Gwaff began looking nervously between the pair in case one of them turned their anger onto him. "This rule can only be put in place for a fortnight, at which time a valid reason for the detainment must be given if it is to continue."

Jareth moaned under his breath as Sarah's head shot to look a Gwaff like Christmas had just come early.

"A fortnight? Then I can go home?" Sarah asked the goblin excitedly, completely ignoring the glowering King before her.

"Unless the King can give a valid reason, then yes." Gwaff answered dejectedly before looking up towards Jareth. "If that will be all Your Majesty…"

"You can go." Jareth answered without even looking at the young goblin.

Gwaff hurriedly scurried out of the room, pulling the doors shut behind him.

Sarah smiled. "Two weeks. I can do that…" She muttered to herself. "Just a holiday… a really, really, really bad holiday." Sarah finished, glaring up at Jareth.

Jareth, who had lost interest as soon as Gwaff left the room, was now once again staring out of the window, but this time seemed to appear to be in deep thought.

Sarah surveyed the king for a brief period of time. She was still unable to get over the fact that she had never noticed how attractive the King actually was. Yes, sure, there was the gorgeous eyes, smile and bone structure, the sinfully tight trousers which left nothing to the imagination, and the personality that you hate so much you almost like it. But there was something new, something Sarah never noticed before. He was respectable. There was something oddly admirable about him.

Sarah suddenly laughed at herself for her brief moment of madness and reined her thoughts into check. She couldn't afford to begin to see Jareth's 'softer' side. She needed to have her wits about her if she was going to survive these two weeks.

Jareth looked up at Sarah confused. "Are you planning on standing there all day? Because I have things to be doing." He said coldly.

Sarah shot him a perplexed look, genuinely confused. "Well what am I supposed to do?" She asked.

"It's not my problem, but may I suggest you start with a wash? I can't have my subjects looking like they have just been wandering the desert for forty days and forty nights." He muttered turning his attention to a stack of papers that were covering his desk. "Do what you like, just don't leave the kingdom."

Sarah stared at him for what seemed like the hundredth time since their meeting a few hours ago. "You're just going to leave me to fend for myself?"

"You are no longer my concern" He replied in monotone before waving his hand in a dismissing motion towards her.

The next thing Sarah knew she was standing outside the ornate double oak doors that led to Jareth's study. Frustration raged Sarah's system as she turned in the other direction, off to explore the kingdom.

"I wish he would stop doing THAT" she growled as she made her way out of the castle and down into the Goblin City below.

"Ass."

There you go guys :) I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if it was a bit OOC but I wanted humour lol. I thought this would be a nice little reprieve from all the angst. Also, in my head Gwaff's name is pronounced GA –WAR –FF, but I don't know how it came across, ah well :)

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