A/N: I'm so sorry for the lateness of this post. I've been so busy with Brigadoon that I haven't had much of a chance to write. Thanks to everyone who keeps adding this to their Favorites and Alerts. It means a lot to see so many people enjoying my story. Special shout outs go to freak-4-God, I'Like'Cheetos, RubyDracoGirl, LittleMargarita, Zana2, TheraSerenity, EmeraldRomance, and chichi89 for their most awesome reviews. Thanks! For those of you that love the Goblins, next chapter should be chocked full of them. Please read and review. Reviews make me happy and happy people update faster.

Disclaimer: Ludo, do I own Labyrinth?

Ludo: No. Spawtie sad.


Allison burst into the room she shared with Sarah to see the pretty brunette still in the Goblin King's clothing and looking out the window. In her hand sat the crystal she had been playing with earlier. Sarah didn't even turn to see who had come in the room. She was so lost in her thoughts.

"Earth to Sarah," Allie called. "What's up with you?"

Sarah jumped, startled, and turned to see Allie staring at her with a fun little smirk on her face. "Oh, sorry," Sarah apologized. "I guess I was woolgathering."

"Ok, spill," Allie said, sitting on her bed and looking at Sarah earnestly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sarah replied, feigning innocence.

"I call B.S.," Allie said.

Sarah laughed and put the crystal on her vanity. She worked to remove the cape from her shoulders. Finally, she released its hold on her and it fell to the floor. Taking off the breast plate, she sat on her bed in the black poet's shirt, black pants, and black boots. Allie looked at her beautiful friend and raised her eyebrows.

"Alright, I'll dish," Sarah said with a smirk.

"Good, let me get some wine for this one. I love girl talk," Allie said, giggling. Sarah rolled her eyes and worked the boots off her feet. She laid down on the bed and waited for Allie to return. It wasn't long before her thoughts returned to the Goblin King and their shared kiss. Instinctively, she placed her fingers on her lips. She could still feel his touch.

That's how Allie found her when she returned a few minutes later. She giggled again and poured two glasses of wine. Sarah sat up and blushed, taking the offered glass. She took a sip and waited for Allie to sit back down.

"He took me to Market Week in the Goblin City," Sarah said. "It was a lot of fun. Jareth actually let his hair down and we got along for a change. We talked and visited many booths. He played me a song on a traditional flute. Just as we were about to call it a day, it started to pour. He transported me back to his chambers inside the castle."

Allie's eyes opened wide and she almost choked on her wine. Sarah laughed and shook her head.

"Nothing happened," Sarah denied. "Well, almost nothing."

"Come on Sarah," Allie protested. "Spill!"

"I was drenched and he offered me some dry clothes," Sarah continued. "When I went into his bathroom to change, I noticed that the clothes he gave me were the same ones he wore when I first met him. I put on everything and went out into the room to tease him about our first encounter. He transformed the clothes so that they fit me like a glove and gave me a crystal. He told me that I could use it to call him if I needed him. His gift was so surprising that I kissed his cheek. Suddenly, he was behind me and he swung me around and he kissed me. Oh God, Allie, that was the best kiss I've ever had in my life. Then we were on his bed and he was touching me and it felt so good. I stopped it before it could go any further."

"Wow Sar!" Allie exclaimed, grinning widely. "That's great. Pretty soon we'll be sisters."

"What are you talking about?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, come off it Sarah," Allie replied, good naturedly. "You are so gonna marry him."

"Allie!" Sarah cried. That girl was so exasperating. Allie was ever the matchmaker.

"Sarah and Jareth sittin in a tree," Allie sang, "K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage."

"You are so juvenile sometimes," Sarah said, rolling her eyes. "If this is how you're going to be, I won't give details on any other dates."

"I'm sorry," Allie replied. "I won't do that anymore. I promise. It's just that it's so cute to watch you two together."

Before Sarah could reply, a knock came at the door. Rushing to open it and end their conversation, Sarah opened it up to see Fagan standing there.

"Allie," she called. "It's loverboy."

"Actually Sarah," Fagan replied with a smirk, "I wanted to speak to you for a moment."

"Um, ok," Sarah said, a look of puzzlement on her face.

"It's ok Sar," Allie said. "I'm going to the gardens. I'll leave you two alone." Sarah noticed the subtle wink to Fagan as she left the room.

"Sarah," Fagan said. "I just came back from Jareth's castle and he told me what happened." Sarah blushed and he chuckled. "It's ok Sarah. I won't tell anyone. I just wanted to say that I'm glad one of you kept their head. There could have been serious repercussions should you have continued on the track you were headed."

"I know," Sarah replied. "Why do you Fae have to have such strict rules on dating?"

"Because, in this world, courting is taken very seriously," he explained. "It's more like a contract and, more times than not, it leads to marriage. The rules protect both parties. With half of your suitors being royalty, adhering to the rules is even more important. They are there to prevent wars from happening."

Sarah nodded her understanding, but sighed in frustration. Fagan noticed the look on her face and smiled in sympathy. He knew it couldn't be easy for her to find herself attached to four men, two of which she didn't even know well.

"Sarah, how do you feel about my brother?" he asked suddenly.

"I like him, which surprises me more than anything," she admitted. "No one makes me feel the way he does." At his smirk, she continued, "and if you tell him I said that, I will hurt you so bad it'll make the rack feel like a spa treatment."

Fagan laughed and nodded. "Your secret is safe with me, my Lady," he confided. "Although, I really didn't have to ask. You're simply glowing Sarah, as is my brother. I'm very happy for you both. I must say, you are a really good influence on him. For years before he met you, he was getting more and more boring. When we were kids, he was such a prankster and lots of fun to be around. Until he met you, he'd lost that spark. Now I can see you've brought it back."

Sarah blushed. She didn't know what to say. Fagan seemed to sense her discomfort and took his leave. Sarah watched him go and thought about what he had said. Suddenly, she wished she could have her favorite bear, Lancelot. He always comforted her when she needed him. Unfortunately, the old bear was sitting on her bed back in her apartment. Sarah smiled brightly. She had a plan to get back at the two meddlers and get her bear.

Quickly, she changed into jeans and a t-shirt. She folded up all of Jareth's belongings and put them on her bed. Walking to her vanity, she picked up the crystal Jareth had given her.

Taking a breath, she said, "Jareth, I need you."


Jareth sat in his chambers, holding the dress Sarah had left in his bathroom. It was still damp, but it smelled like her. He breathed in her scent and smiled. The woman could be infuriating at times, but he had to admit that he couldn't wait to see her again. Suddenly, he heard a summons. With a grin on his face, he realized it was Sarah. He transported himself to her location with the dress in hand. When he realized that he was in her chambers, his grin changed to a smirk.

"Hello precious," he purred. "Ready to pick up where we left off?"

"Cute," she said sardonically. "I wanted to return your things and to ask a favor."

Jareth laid her dress on the chair nearest her vanity. He crossed to her in a few quick steps and put his arms around her. "What kind of favor, precious?" he whispered into her ear. Sarah's breath quickened and her pulse raced.

Gaining control of herself, she managed to say, "Not that kind of favor, Jareth. I need to get something from above and I know Fagan won't take me."

"What do you need?" he asked, breaking his contact with her and stepping back.

"Just something from my childhood," she said. "It has sentimental value. Plus I want you to help me play a trick on a certain someone and his lady."

Jareth's ears perked at this and his eyebrows raised. "I'm listening." Quickly, Sarah filled him in on her plan. His eyes twinkled mischievously and he grinned. After she was done, he said, "I would be delighted to help. Shall we?"

"You might want to change," she suggested. He looked down at his apparel and nodded. With a flick of his wrist, his hair was shortened and he wore a pair of jeans and a button down shirt. She smiled and took his proffered arm. The pair giggled conspiratorially and went to find Fagan and Allie in the gardens.


Allie and Fagan strolled through the gardens. They were a picture of a couple in love. Holding hands, they gazed into each others eyes as they walked the gentle paths. Sarah and Jareth spotted them and hurried to get in front of the couple. As soon as they took their spot, Jareth bent down and kissed her. She smiled into his mouth and let her hands linger to his hair. He kept the kiss light, but did slip his hands scandalously low on her hips.

Soon, Allie and Fagan came around the bend and stopped. Fagan cleared his throat and the kissing couple jumped apart.

"My brother," Fagan said, smirking. "I did not expect you here again today."

"I just couldn't stay away from my Sarah," Jareth said, reciting his lines perfectly. He gave Sarah's hand a little squeeze and she held in a laugh.

"Oh Jareth," Sarah said. "We might as well tell them."

"Tell us what?" Allie asked, worried.

"Jareth and I decided to elope," Sarah said. "We're going to the Aboveground to get married."

"What?" Fagan replied, taking in his brother's clothing and hairstyle change.

"It's true, my brother," Jareth said. "I cannot live without her any longer. In order to prevent a war, I've decided to abdicate my throne and live with Sarah in the Aboveground."

"You can't do that!" Fagan cried. "Think about what you're doing."

"It's no use changing my mind, little brother," Jareth said. "Shall we, my dearest?"

"I think so, my love," Sarah replied, taking his arm. "Don't worry, we'll write."

Jareth waved his hand and the two disappeared from the garden. Allie and Fagan stared at each other in disbelief.


Sarah and Jareth materialized in Sarah's apartment. They began to laugh and finally had to sit on her bed before they collapsed.

"D-did y-you see their f-faces?" Sarah managed.

Jareth nodded as he fought to gain control of himself again. A few moments later their laughter began to taper off.

"Sarah, that was a most enjoyable experience," he said, finally. "I like the way you think."

"I can be devious when I want to be," Sarah replied.

"Hmmmm," he said. "Another side to you that I can't wait to get to know."

Sarah blushed and grabbed Lancelot off of her bed. Jareth watched her with amusement. She went into her closet and grabbed a box off of her top shelf. She brought it back to the bed. At his inquisitive look, she opened it. Inside were her reminders of her time in the Labyrinth. Her Hoggle bookend; her Escher poster; her copy of Labyrinth. Jareth picked up the music box of her in the white dream-dress. It started to play and he smiled, obviously remembering the dance they had shared. He picked through the rest of her stuff and picked up the little statue of himself. With a raised eyebrow, he looked from the doll to Sarah. She yanked it from his hand and put it back in the box.

"What?" she asked, finally. "Can't I keep a memento of you along with my friends? I mean, you were there too ya know."

"That I was," he agreed.

"I think that's it," she said, looking around her room. She really didn't need anything else. He stood and held out his hand. After gathering her box and her bear in her arm, she took his hand. They transported back to her chambers in the castle and she put her belongings on her bed. "Shall we put them out of their misery?"

"Let them stew for a little while longer," he said, pulling her to him. He tilted her head and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. His fingers twined in her hair. She deepened the kiss, entering his mouth with her tongue. He moaned in reply. Finally, she broke the kiss. He sighed and waved his hand over his body. His clothes reverted back to his standard apparel. They stood, facing each other for a few minutes.

"I think they've suffered enough," she said, sighing. They broke away from each other and went out to find Allie and Fagan.


Fagan was pacing the Throne Room and muttering to himself. Allie was sitting on the steps to his throne and watching him. A worried expression decorated her face.

"How could they?" Fagan asked.

"Can he really do that?" she asked.

"How am I going to tell my parents?" he asked.

"Why would they do something like this?" she asked.

Jareth and Sarah quietly entered the Throne Room. They watched as the questions flew from both Allie and Fagan with no answers supplied.

"Just wait until I get my hands on him. I'll-" Fagan began.

"You'll what, my brother?" Jareth interrupted.

"Jareth! Sarah!" Fagan exclaimed.

"Now that we have that straight, just what were you planning to do with me?" Jareth replied.

"You dirty rats!" Allie exclaimed. "It was all a trick."

"Of course it was," Sarah replied. "Did you really think I would do something like that?"

"You really had us worried," Allie said.

"Serves you right," Sarah replied. "Now maybe you'll leave my love life to me."

"I think it's time for me to take my leave," Jareth said. "It's been fun. I hope we can do this again soon." He kissed Sarah's cheek and left the three.

"Typical," Fagan snapped. "He leaves before I can do anything. Maybe I ought to sick a fairy on him."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," came the echoing reply of Jareth. Sarah giggled at Fagan's suddenly nervous face.

"Come on Allie," Sarah said. "We need to get ready for dinner." Allie followed Sarah back to their chambers, leaving Fagan alone to plot his revenge.