A/N: Wow! It's been a month since I last updated. My only excuse was that the holidays were incredibly busy. After they were over, I was too tired to write. Now, I'm back in the writing spirit and will make sure I update this story much sooner next time. Many thanks to Trotters, Nani2san, chazglee, RachCar, Her Royal Goddess, DarkJasmine, gamesofmakebelieve, KraZiiePyrozHavemoreFun, lonely 27, Prongsy's Girl, RDG, Jareth Lover 16, CeliaEquus, MoonPrincess623, notwritten, TheraSerenity, EunHee Kim, Full-Empty-Spirit, LittleMargarita, LittleRin26, gothlena13, Kiruya, xAngel-Of-The-Operax, sandy162, tfstarlight, EmeraldRomance, ShadowHeartofFaith, angel56335, Kactus Wrynn, gunitatsuhiko, and scifigeek10 who reviewed the last chapter. Remember, reviews make me happy and happy people update faster (though you may not believe that after last chapter – but really – your reviews motivated me to return to this story as soon as I could).

Disclaimer: Nope…I didn't get the rights to Labyrinth in my stocking this year. There's always next year.


"Hey Sar?" Allie asked from her spot in front of the fire.

"Yeah?" Sarah replied absently. The women were in the sitting room reading. Well, at least Sarah was reading. Allie apparently had something on her mind.

"Where do you think everyone believes we are?" Allie asked.

"What?" Sarah replied, putting her book down and turning to look at her friend.

"We've been gone for almost a month," Allie explained. "Where do you suppose everyone thinks we are?"

"I don't know," Sarah replied honestly. "I haven't really thought about it."

"I wonder what everyone is doing up there," Allie murmured. "We probably missed Kennedy's wedding. I hope she found some other bridesmaids."

"Oh, no!" Sarah exclaimed. "I can't believe I forgot about her wedding. I don't think we missed it, yet. It's not until April 9th."

"That's two days away," Allie replied after thinking about it for a moment. "We can still make it if we get one of the guys to send us back."

"You might be able to go," Sarah sighed. "I'm stuck here until the Solstice."

"Maybe Jareth will help you," Allie suggested. "He got you there to get your stuff."

"You go ask Fagan," Sarah said, standing. "I'm going to find Jareth and see if he'll take me. Maybe if I tell him there'll be dancing, cake, and alcohol, he'll say yes."

Allie laughed and went to find her beau. Sarah walked to their shared room and found the crystal that Jareth had given her. Picking it up, she called his name. A moment later, he appeared before her. Sarah couldn't help but admire her handsome suitor. He was wearing black breeches in black knee-high boots and a grey poet's shirt opened at the collar.

"Hello, Precious," he purred, smirking.

"Hello yourself," she replied with a smile.

Jareth crossed the small space separating them. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Pulling her close, he pressed his lips to hers. She gave a little moan of approval as he began to explore the deep recesses of her mouth. Her practical mind was telling her that she needed to talk to him about something. Another part of her was telling her practical mind to take a hike. She could talk to him anytime. Right now she was busy. 'Busy getting busy,' her practical mind argued. 'Damn right!' she told it before flicking it away. Unfortunately, her practical mind wasn't giving up that easily.

Jareth, impervious to the war going on in Sarah's head, broke away from her mouth. His lips slid to her ear, where he grabbed a little nibble before soothing it with a kiss.

"Jareth, I need…" she began, unable to complete her thought as his lips kissed a path down her neck. She moaned, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"So do I, precious," Jareth whispered against the soft skin of her neck.

"No, I need to talk to you," she managed. Jareth's hand caressed her back as his mouth continued its assault on her smooth skin. He nipped at the juncture between her neck and shoulder; then licked it soothingly. Suddenly feeling quite boneless, she gripped his shoulders for balance.

"No talk," Jareth denied, undoing the laces in the front of her dress with his free hand. The bodice of her dress loosened and he slipped his hand beneath the soft material. The feeling of leather against her bare breast almost succeeded in making Sarah come completely undone.

"Stop," Sarah forced out, sounding rather breathless. "I really need to talk to you." To her great relief and disappointment, Jareth pulled away from her.

"But it feels like forever since I've kissed you," Jareth pouted.

"Ah, but forever is not long at all," Sarah retorted, smirking. She laced her bodice with trembling fingers. Jareth watched intently as she righted herself.

"What did you need, precious?" he asked.

"A friend of mine is getting married in a couple of days. Allie and I were supposed to be bridesmaids and I really want to be there for her, so I wanted to know if you'd take me to her wedding," Sarah replied in one breath.

"Slow down, precious," he laughed. "Now what was that about a wedding?"

"Allie and I have a friend named Kennedy," Sarah explained. "We were both supposed to be in the wedding and it's in two days. I was hoping you might take me Above so I can at least see it."

"It's possible," Jareth replied, thinking it over. "Would you like it if I rearranged time so that you could still take part in it?"

"You'd do that for me?" Sarah asked.

"Precious thing, for you, I'd move the stars," he replied.

"I thought you said you move the stars for no one," she quipped, raising her eyebrow.

"No one but you, Sarah," he crooned.

"What will you do when you rearrange time?" she asked.

"Nothing spectacular," he replied. "Simply come up with a backstory for your disappearance."

"Where does everyone think we are?" she asked, worried.

"I imagine that most people believe you have disappeared," Jareth replied. "Now to come up with the backstory. What happened in your life just before you left to come here?"

"Let's see," Sarah said, thinking hard. It felt like years since she'd been Above. "We were just finishing up the week before Spring Break. How about this for a story? Allie and I went on Spring Break to Ireland to visit my Auntie Sorcha. She's my great-aunt and the person I'm named for. While we're there, we meet two gentlemen. We decide to take the rest of the semester off and study abroad."

"Sounds plausible," Jareth replied, thinking about it for a moment. "I suppose Fagan and I are the gentlemen you meet?"

"I know it'll take some acting, but, with practice, you two could become gentlemen," Sarah teased. Jareth frowned for a moment before smiling devilishly. Before she could wonder what he was up to, he reared back his hand and swatted her on her derriere. She gave a little shriek and rubbed her bottom. "Ow! So unfair."

"You deserved that, you little minx," he claimed.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, grinning. "Then take this!" She reached her hand out and tickled his side. He began to chortle and his face turned red. She continued to tickle him until he fell on the bed, crying for mercy.

"T-that's not f-fair," he stammered, trying to catch his breath.

"What's your basis of comparison?" she replied.

"This," he said, grabbing her wrist. With a tug, he pulled her into the small bed with him. She fell on top of him and he took her moment of surprise to begin tickling her. She began laughing and squirming to get away.

"Are we interrupting something?" came a teasing voice from the doorway. Both of them turned to see Allie and Fagan watching them.

"Yes," Sarah and Jareth replied at the same time. Jareth flicked his wrist and the door closed in front of them. Allie laughed and Fagan shook his head. They reopened the door to see Sarah climbing off of the bed and Jareth lying there with his hands behind his head.

"I knew I should have locked that door," Jareth murmured lazily.

"Allie told me about your wish to see your friend's wedding," Fagan informed Sarah, ignoring his brother.

"Jareth and I were just talking about it," Sarah replied. "He's going to reorder time and create a backstory for us so that we can be in it."

"Awesome nuggets!" exclaimed Allie. Fagan frowned behind her. Jareth caught the look that his brother was casting at him.

"I have to talk to Fagan for a moment," Jareth said, getting out of the bed. "When I've got everything in place, I'll let you know." He bent down and gave Sarah a chaste kiss on the cheek. The two kings left the girls alone as they stepped into the hall.

"Are you insane?" Fagan asked once they were alone.

"I don't see the problem," Jareth replied

"You don't see the problem?" asked Fagan incredulously.

"Is there an echo in here?" Jareth quipped.

"You know that it's dangerous to reorder time," Fagan warned. "All sorts of things could go wrong. This isn't your Labyrinth."

"I'm aware of that," Jareth replied. "I wouldn't have to reorder time if you hadn't brought those girls here without establishing a reason for them to be gone."

"You're right," Fagan conceded, sighing.

"I'm just going to do a local reordering," Jareth explained. "Sarah and I have decided on a plausible backstory."

"Alright, big brother," Fagan agreed. "I guess you and I have to go to a Mortal wedding. What do you know about those?"

"It's an emotional event, so don't be surprised if the girls begin to cry," Jareth replied. "Usually they have a ceremony at a local place of worship; then they have a big party to celebrate. The party consists of copious amounts of alcohol, food, cake, and dancing."

"Sounds like a good time," Fagan said.

"I'm going to start the reordering," Jareth replied. "I'll see you tonight."

"Be careful," Fagan warned. Jareth nodded at his brother and transported himself to his castle to begin making his preparations.


"Did you tell him, yet?" Allie asked after the two suitors left.

"Tell him what?" Sarah replied, feigning innocence.

"You know what," Allie alleged, swatting at her with a nearby pillow.

"No," Sarah sighed.

"Why not?" Allie asked, flopping down on the bed in frustration.

"The time hasn't been right," Sarah replied. She sat down on her own bed and hugged her pillow to her chest.

"What are you waiting for, the moon to be in the 7th house or perhaps Jupiter to align with mars?" Allie teased.

"Yep," Sarah retorted.

"You're hilarious," Allie replied sarcastically. "Seriously, what is stopping you from telling him right now?"

"I don't know," Sarah admitted.

"Tell that man you love him," Allie ordered.

"I will; I promise," Sarah replied. "For now, can we talk about something else?"

"Alright," Allie conceded. "Let's talk about tonight. What are you going to play for music night?"

"I was thinking of playing something on the piano," Sarah replied. "How about you?"

"Fagan already brought me my cello," Allie said happily. "I've been practicing Bach's Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major."

"Maybe we can do a duet," suggested Sarah.

"Sounds fun," Allie replied. "I saw that Fagan has a harpsichord in the music room. Remember that duet we did?"

"Sonata No. 1 in G Major for Cello and Harpsichord?" Sarah asked, smiling at the memory. "You sure do love your Bach. Alright, but I only know the Allegro ma non tanto."

"Let's go practice, now," Allie said, hopping off her bed. Sarah giggled at her friend's enthusiasm before standing and joining her.

Sarah and Allie quickly made their way to the music room. Sarah tested the harpsichord and found it in excellent condition. She'd expect nothing less from Fagan. They spent the next couple of hours practicing before Sarah had to call it quits to nurse her sore fingers. For the first time, she was happy that her parents forced her to take lessons so young. They had discovered, pretty early, that Sarah had a talent for the piano. They expanded her piano lessons to the harpsichord and organ. It made her parents look good to have her play for their parties. When she was a kid, she used to hate practicing. As she got older, she found it a good outlet for her frustration. It was just a bonus that her incessant playing would get on her stepmother's nerves.

Allie went to go find Fagan for lunch and Sarah decided to return to her book in the sitting room. The fire was still burning, sending out a soft, warm glow into the room. Sarah sank back into the comfortable chair and began to read. It wasn't long before she was completely engrossed. Sometime during her reading, she had flung her leg over the arm of the chair. One hand held the book, while the other tapped at her upper lip. She looked very much like her favorite suitor. In fact, that was the first thought that came to the minds of her five little friends as they entered the room to find their beloved "Queenie."

"Hi Queenie!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," Sarah screamed, her book tumbling from her hands as her body jumped about a foot into the air.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Oh Gods!" Sarah gasped, willing her heart to return to its normal resting beat.

"Is Queenie ok?"

"Queenie sound like Banshee."

"Why Queenie yell?"

"My ears hurt."

"Me scared."

"I'm sorry boys," Sarah replied. "You just scared me, that's all. What's up?"

"We come to play games."

"We want seek and hide."

"I count to a gazillion"

"You go hide."

"We find."

"Alright, I'll go hide," Sarah said, smiling.

The Goblins gave a cheer before putting their hands over their eyes. Squeak began counting to a gazillion as Sarah left the room to find a hiding place. She didn't have to go far to find the perfect little nook. In the hall, she spotted a short breakfront under an ornate mirror. She opened the center door and smiled when she found it empty as she had suspected. Climbing in, she quickly closed the door and adjusted her legs to get comfortable for the wait. It wasn't long before the dark silence lulled her to sleep.


Sarah found herself in the same white room where she had met the Guardians. The room was dotted with marble statues of the Gods. Once again, Sarah found herself in awe. As before, two statues came to life in front of her. The beautiful beings stood before her, dressed in white and the glow they emitted made her shield her eyes.

"Hello again, little Mortal," said the voice, surrounding her.

"H-hello," Sarah stammered. "Why am I here again?"

"We have been watching over you, young one," replied the voice.

"Were you the ones that changed the question at the end of the tournament?" Sarah asked.

"It is your destiny to join with the anointed one," the voice reminded her. Sarah took the answer as a "yes."

"If you are truly looking over me, you'd know that I still have two suitors," Sarah said, frowning. "Which one is the anointed one?"

"Speak the name that resides in your heart," the voice commanded.

"Jareth," Sarah uttered without hesitation.

"We have told you that the answer resides in your heart," the voice confirmed.

"What do I do about Liam?" Sarah asked.

"Do not concern yourself over him, little Mortal," the voice assured. "You must return now. Remember your destiny and go forth with blessings."

The light faded and Sarah found herself in the dark abyss of the breakfront. She strained to hear anything beyond the heavy oak doors. Without a clock, she was unsure of how long she had been asleep. Surely, it couldn't have been that long. Her legs hadn't even started to cramp. Sarah settled back into the breakfront to wait for her Goblin friends to find her. A few minutes later, Sarah fell into a normal slumber. She dreamed of oubliettes, tunnels, and a handsome King.


Even a local reordering of time was complex and delicate. It would take a vast amount of work to make sure everything went well. Jareth took Fagan's warning quite seriously. There was no way he could face his brother or Sarah if something went wrong. Taking a deep breath, he began to focus on the star charts in front of him. Three hours later, everything was in place. He took one more glance to be sure that everything was set. Satisfied that he had done everything correctly, he left to find the two women and finalize things.

Jareth transported directly to the hall outside of Sarah's door. After knocking and not getting any answer, he created a crystal to locate her. It showed her in a tight, dark space. Frowning, he couldn't make anything of her location. He was going to have to find her the old-fashioned way. With a flick of his wrist, the crystal disappeared. He began walking down the hall towards the sitting room. Giggles permeated the air as he approached. Looking in the sitting room, he saw five of his Goblins searching under chair cushions and rugs for something.

"What is going on here?" he asked, pulling up to his full height and placing his hands on his hips.

"We look for Queenie."

"We play game."

"Seek and hide."

"Squeak count to gazillion."

"Now we find."

"Carry on," Jareth sighed, rolling his eyes.

So she was playing a hiding game with his Goblins. Looking at their fruitless searching, he realized they wouldn't be much help. Sniffing the air, he could sense that she had long left this room. He turned and went back into the hall. Walking past the breakfront in the hall, he could sense she was near. A small noise made him turn around and approach the decorative piece of furniture. Crouching down, he realized the sound was coming from the breakfront itself. Quietly, he opened the door. At the sight of Sarah, he stifled a laugh. Reaching out his hand, he gently shook her arm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed. Jumping up slightly and hitting her head on the top of the breakfront.

At the sound of her scream, the five little Goblins came running into the hall. Upon seeing Sarah, they began to cheer loudly.

"We find!"

"We win!"

"Play again?"

"We hide."

"You find."

Jareth couldn't hold it in anymore. He began to laugh so hard that he doubled over, holding his stomach. Sarah glared at him as she extricated herself from the breakfront. Standing with her hands on her hips, she waited for him to calm down so she could yell at him. His laughter began to taper off slowly and he raised his head to look at her. Seeing her standing in front of him with such a sour look on her face proved to be too much. He began to chortle once again.

"I'm glad you find me so amusing," she said drolly. "I can die happy now that I've reached my life's goal of serving as your entertainment."

"I'm sorry, precious," Jareth replied, having the good sense to look somewhat guilty. He took her into his embrace and attempted to kiss her. Sarah turned her head and his lips landed on her ear. He took the opportunity to nibble at the lobe beneath his mouth.

"Don't," Sarah protested, feebly. "I'm not done being mad at you."

"You're so beautiful when you're angry," he crooned into her ear. Sarah tried hard to keep the frown on her face, but failed miserably. His breath tickled her neck and she giggled in spite of herself. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed away from the warmth of his arms.

"You're incorrigible," she accused. "Why are you here anyway?"

"Seeing you always drives the serious thoughts from my brain," Jareth replied. "I came here to inform you that I completed the first part of the reordering. I need you and Lady Allison to come with me to complete the spell."

"She's with Fagan, probably making out by now. Want to pop in on them and give them a cold shower?" Sarah asked, smiling mischievously.

"Sounds delightful," Jareth agreed with a smirk of his own. "Shall we?"

Sarah took his outstretched hand and the two of them set out to create merry mischief. The Goblins watched them leave and decided to go out and make some mischief of their own. Shrieks and laughter filled the castle. All in all, it was business as usual in the Underground.