A/N: A shorter chapter, but a quick update. After getting threats of bogdips, I felt it necessary to update quickly. Thanks to all you lovely people for reading this story and fueling my muse. I can't remember a time when I felt so compelled to get the next chapter out. Wow! We reached 100 reviews. Special thanks to Full-Empty-Spirit, hazlgrnLizzy, TheraSerenity, freak-4-God, boop, wedimagineer, seniastardust, green-eyed-owl, LittleMargarita, savara244, EmeraldRomance, chichi89, Fangirl, EmeraldAnne, Nani2san, and I'Like'Cheetos for their awesome reviews. Please don't hurt me too bad in advance. Though things are getting a little romantic with confessions and all, nothing comes easy to these two. Remember - Reviews make me happy and happy people update faster. The scene with the High King was inspired by reviews I got earlier from LittleMargarita and CeliaEquus. If you have a suggestion, please review and I'll do my best to put it in the story.

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Jareth's heart stood still for just a moment. Had he misunderstood her? Could she really love him? This was the stuff of dreams. A new feeling came over him. One he understood and confused him in the same token. He knew now that he no longer wanted to just court his Sarah. He wanted to make her his Queen. She was his match. Movement caught his eye. Sarah was beckoning him to her. He bent down to listen to what his Lady, nay his Queen, wanted him to hear.

Instead of speaking, Sarah grabbed him by the lapels. This forced him to fall on top of her. She crushed her lips to his, surprising him into opening his mouth. Now it was her turn to explore his mouth with her tongue. Forgetting himself, he allowed the kiss to deepen. He wasn't sure if he could control the passion within him. His hand, almost of its own volition, came to rest on her breast.

The sound of a throat clearing behind them ended the moment. He turned and saw Fagan and Allie standing in the room. Fagan had an amused look upon his face and Allie looked as if she were trying to stifle a fit of giggles. Jareth suddenly knew how it must look to the couple. He sat up quickly and removed himself from Sarah.

"What exactly is going on here?" asked Fagan.

Before Jareth could speak, Sarah giggled and said, "I love you Fagan."

Jareth looked at his brother, incredulous. Fagan, knowing his brother's temper, tried to deflect as best he could. Jareth was beginning to lose his temper. Was she in love with his brother, too? What was the nature of their relationship? Fagan stepped back and Jareth stepped forward. He intended to find out what was going on right then and there. Allie's laughter is what stopped him from sending his brother to an oubliette until he could sort all of this out.

"I love you Allie," Sarah said, laughing with her.

The men turned to look at the woman in bed. Could it have all been a farce? She was drunk. She obviously didn't know what she was saying. Jareth felt like his heart was breaking again. She didn't really love him. How could he have been so stupid? She was just under the influence. Right now, she probably loved everyone.

"What did you give her?" Allie asked, taking a seat on the bed next to her friend. She stroked Sarah's hair in a motherly fashion.

"I did not give her anything," Jareth denied. "Her goblin friends gave her some Goblin Wine." Fagan winced. He had some experience with the spirits from his brother's kingdom.

"I love goblins," replied Sarah. Allie giggled again and Sarah joined her. Soon her giggles turned to hiccups. Allie helped Sarah get rid of them while the men watched uncomfortably. Allie saw the defeated look upon Jareth's face and could only assume what Sarah had said earlier.

"Jareth, I can take care of her if you'd like to return to the ball with Fagan," she offered.

"I love you," Sarah said pointing at Allie. "And you." She pointed at Fagan. "But I especially love you." She pointed at Jareth. "Now I go to sleepy."

"If you think you'll be alright with her," Jareth replied, smirking.

"Everyone needs to get out," Sarah said. "Before I throw you all in the bog."

Allie burst into laughter. Jareth rolled his eyes and turned to leave with Fagan. Fagan mumbled something along the lines of "perfect match." The two men disappeared out the door leaving Allie to take care of the terribly inebriated Sarah.

"Sarah, how are you feeling?" Allie asked, changing out of her gown.

"I'm sleepy," Sarah mumbled.

"I'm sure you are," Allie replied.

"Do you know what?" Sarah said sleepily.

"What Sar?" Allie replied.

"I love him," Sarah said.

"I know," Allie said, patting Sarah's head. She climbed in her bed and faced Sarah. The brunette was fast asleep and snoring slightly. Allie giggled and thought about how bad it was going to be the next morning. After a moment, she too fell asleep.


Fagan and Jareth did not retire to the ball as Allison thought. Fagan thought it would be best if they went into his study for drinks and a talk. He poured them both a drink and noticed that Jareth's hand was a little unsteady. With a sigh, he bid them both to sit down.

"What has you so vexed, my brother?" Fagan asked, certain he knew the truth.

"I've been so stupid," Jareth replied, taking a sip of the brandy he'd been offered.

"In many ways, but how now?" Fagan asked.

"She said she loved me," Jareth replied. "For one moment, I forgot myself. I wanted to believe it so much that I threw caution to the wind."

"How do you know she didn't mean it?" asked Fagan.

"She's drunk, dear baby brother," Jareth replied. "She loves everyone right now. I just happened to be the only one she saw when she said it to me first."

"Stop being obtuse Jareth," Fagan said, growing irritated. "Sometimes the truth comes out when we have our inhibitions lowered."

"Ha!" exclaimed Jareth.

"It's true Jareth," Fagan pushed. "I've seen the way you look at each other. You two are in love. Can you deny that you love the woman?"

"No," Jareth sighed. "I cannot. Gods help me, I love her. I've loved her from the moment I first laid eyes on her. I want nothing more than to make her my Queen."

"She'll make a great Queen of the Goblins," Fagan agreed. "You are her match as she is yours. As I told you before, fight for her. I have no doubt that you will win the Lady's heart in the end."

"I hope you're right Fagan," Jareth replied. "What say you and I make another appearance at the ball?"

"I'm game," Fagan said smiling. He waved his hand as if to transport them both back when Jareth grabbed his wrist.

"You go on ahead," Jareth explained. "I will be right behind you."

Fagan nodded and disappeared. Jareth transported himself to the door of Sarah's room. He knocked quietly and received no answer. He opened the door slightly and stuck his head in the room. All appeared to be quiet. He silently made his way into the room and sat at the edge of Sarah's bed. Gently, his fingers caressed her face as he watched her sleep.

"Jareth," she sighed. For a moment, he thought she had awakened. He looked closer and realized she had spoken his name in her sleep. With a smile, he touched his lips to her forehead. He transported himself back to the Dwarf Kingdom to enjoy the rest of his night.


The next morning, Sarah awoke with the worst hangover of her life. It felt like goblins were hitting the insides of her heads with mallets. Her stomach was lurching and she struggled to maintain her tenuous link to last night's dinner. Her hands were shaking as she pulled the covers off of her. Her bleary eyes were able to pick out Allie's form watching her from the other bed.

"What happened?" she asked. The sound of her own voice was grating. This was going to be a very long day.

"Don't you remember?" Allie asked in a cheerful voice that sent ice picks into Sarah's brain.

"Shhhhh," Sarah ordered. "Not so loud. I don't remember anything after the goblins left to get me some punch."

"It wasn't punch Sar," Allie said in a low voice. "They brought you Goblin Wine. You got so drunk that Jareth had to carry you home."

"Ugh," Sarah grumbled. "Did I do anything stupid?"

"Not unless you think confessing your love to Jareth was stupid," Allie replied.

"What?" Sarah cried. She put her hands to her head to massage her aching temples.

"Oh, don't worry," Allie reassured. "You told Fagan and me that you loved us too."

"I was in one of those moods," Sarah said. "It must have been one hell of a drink."

"I'm told that Goblin Wine is very strong," Allie said.

A knock at the door made Sarah wince in pain. Allie opened it and Jareth stepped in. Sarah looked at him in misery. When her nose caught the smell of the breakfast tray he had with him, she bolted out of bed and unloaded the contents of her stomach into the bathroom facilities. Jareth watched her with amusement as Allie stepped in to hold back her hair. Sarah looked at her gratefully when Allie gave her a glass of water. She sipped it gently and went back to her room to lie down.

"Feeling better?" Jareth asked.

"Shhhh," Sarah demanded. "Must you be so cheery this morning?"

Her comment made him laugh as he set the tray on their table. He watched as she covered her face up with the blanket.

"Come now precious," he said. "You have to get out of bed sometime today."

"Not now I don't," she replied from her cocoon.

"Don't you want to go to court and begin the process of becoming Fae?" he asked slyly.

"What?" she cried, pushing the blankets to the foot of the bed. "That's today?" She grabbed her head and fell back to the bed.

"Yes it is," he replied. "Here let me."

Jareth placed a hand on her moist forehead and closed his eyes. Sarah's headache began to diminish and her stomach stopped its lurching. He took a deep breath and blew a stream of air on her face, taking away the heat she felt throughout her body. After a moment, she felt none of the symptoms of her hangover. She looked at him gratefully.

"Thanks," she said, placing a kiss upon his cheek.

"Anytime, precious," he replied. He helped her onto her feet and brought her over to the table to eat breakfast. He placed a kiss on the top of her crown and sat back to watch her eat. Allie watched the two of them interact with amusement.

"Will you be there today?" Sarah asked, taking a bite of the toast he brought.

"I will be escorting you," he replied. At her raised eyebrows, he continued, "Liam, Pryderi, and Gough will meet us there."

Sarah nodded and went back to her food. She beckoned Allie over to the table to join her. Her friend obliged and gave Jareth an amused grin. He watched the two eat for a moment before rising.

"I shall return in an hour," he informed her. Sarah nodded and smiled as he left the room.

"See," Allie replied. "I told you so."

"You told me so what?" Sarah asked.

"You do love him," Allie replied.

Sarah looked at her for a moment before returning to her breakfast, saying nothing. Allie took the silence as confirmation of her suspicions. They ate in silence for the rest of the meal then took turns showering and changing for court. Exactly an hour after he left, Jareth returned with Fagan to escort the women to court.

Looking around, Sarah spotted the rest of her suitors almost immediately. Jareth escorted her to them and they spent a moment in awkward silence. Fagan sat Allie down in one of the galleries and she waved Sarah to her. The four men accompanied her up to her seat and took seats next to, behind, and in front of Sarah. Everyone rose as Raghnall took his place at the head of the court. They sat through several petitions before Allie's was called.

"Will Lady Allison please rise and stand before the King?" the court announcer requested. Fagan escorted her to stand before the his father.

"Lady Allison, you have petitioned the court to become Fae. Do you agree to leave your mortality behind to take the bonds of immortality until such time as you are called to join the ranks of the underworld?" Raghnall asked.

"I do," Allison replied.

"Is there any one here that would oppose this petition? If so, say you now." The High King asked, looking into the galleries. After a moment, he continued, "Are there any objections from the court?" With a glance at the court, he could see the bored faces staring back at him. This was typical for court proceedings. With their silence, he concluded the petition, "With no objections, I approve the petition of Lady Allison to become Fae. In one week, you shall go before the Gods for their approval."

Fagan and Allison hugged. Relief washed over their faces. The first step towards her becoming Fae was done. They were one step closer to marriage. He walked her back to her seat and she smiled at Sarah. The brunette smiled back and willed her heart to slow its racing beat. Her turn was coming soon.

"Will Lady Sarah, Champion of the Labyrinth, please rise and stand before the King?" the court announcer requested. Sarah rose, as well as her four suitors. She could hear giggles from the people around her as they watched the spectacle. A blush rose on her cheeks and she resolved herself to ignore them.

"Lady Sarah, you have petitioned the court to become Fae. Do you agree to leave your mortality behind to take the bonds of immortality until such time as you are called to join the ranks of the underworld?" Raghnall asked.

"I do," Sarah replied.

"Is there any one here that would oppose this petition? If so, say you now." The High King asked, looking into the galleries. After a moment, he continued, "Are there any objections from the court?" He looked over to the court. Everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seat. After Sarah's last court appearance, anything seemed possible. When nothing happened, he concluded the petition, "With no objections, I approve the petition of Lady Sarah to become Fae. In one week, you shall go before the Gods for their approval."

Each of her suitors hugged her, resulting in giggles from the galleries. Sarah looked over to Raghnall, who had dropped his High King façade to give her a smile. She smiled back and allowed the men to escort her back to her seat. She was one step closer to becoming Fae, but no closer to sorting out her feelings for the men around her. Allie reached down and gave her hand a squeeze.

After court concluded for the day, Sarah left everyone to speak with Raghnall. The four men waited for her in the hall as she had a conversation with the High King. The silence outside the room was deafening. None of the suitors trusted the others. They stared each other down. Fagan and Allie agreed to stay with them to make sure nothing bad happened.

Sarah sat down and took a sip of tea in the King's study. He watched her with a fatherly smile and waited for her to begin their discussion.

"Raghnall," she began quietly. "I wanted to ask you something."

"Yes, my dear," he replied.

"I was hoping that you would be able to help me with a dilemma of mine," Sarah said.

"I shall do my best," the King vowed. "What dilemma are you facing?"

"Well," she said. "I believe I'm ready to narrow down the suitors now."

"Oh yes," he remarked, trying to veil his surprise.

"Yes," she replied. "I would like to end the courting of Pryderi and Gough."

"Oh?" he asked. "Why?"

"I like them," she replied. "I just don't feel any connection with either of them. Pryderi would make an excellent friend. Gough just makes me nervous. He looks at me as if I were a dish of cream and he the cat."

"Have you spoken to either of them about this?" he asked.

"No," she admitted. "I guess I probably owe them that much."

"I would agree," he said. "If you can get them to agree to end the courtship, I will not stand in your way."

"Thank you," she said, smiling.

"Tell me," he replied. "Is there another reason why you want to end their courtship of you?"

"I'm not sure," she said quietly. After seeing the look on his face, she realized that the time for ignoring her feelings was over. "I think I'm falling in love with one of my suitors and it doesn't seem fair to the others."

"Oh," he replied. "Who would that be?"

"I'm sure you already know, but I will tell you anyway," she said. "It's Jareth."

He smiled broadly and felt a sense of triumph. "I'm very glad for you both," he said. "If you get the others to agree to leave you and Jareth be, I will give you my courtship blessings personally."

"Thank you," she replied. "Please don't tell any of them what I said."

"Your secret is safe with me," he said. "Now go and enjoy the rest of your day."

Sarah said her goodbyes and left the study. Raghnall stepped in the hall to see the hostile eyes of her suitors brighten with her presence. She instinctively walked up to Jareth, who took her hand and placed it on his arm. Raghnall winked at him, then noticed the angry eyes of Liam. Out of all of her suitors, he felt that Liam would be the last to accept this new development. He sighed. It was out of his hands. He left her to take care of the rivals and hoped that she'd be able to smooth the ruffled feathers. The group returned to the Fairy Castle to eat lunch. Sarah made plans to go swimming with Allie, Fagan, and the four suitors later that afternoon. All in all, it was looking to be a good day.