Sorry this chapter took so long, I just had no idea how to make it not boring. I fear I may have failed as well. Anyway, as you know, Sarah said her right words, aaaaaaaaaaaand we're waiting on an answer. Hope you liiiiike!

Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth. Ugh.

Chapter Four, Arrivals

It was quite late at night in the Goblin City, when the goblins had all retired for the night, or passed out on the floor, Jareth remained in his thrown. He just could not seem to keep away from Sarah! He knew he should give her some space, as he was sure she would eventually wish herself away, but still. She made him happy just by her presence.

As this thought passed through his head, he jumped as a crystal sphere bounced down through the Escher and into the throne room, hitting him on the head.

"What in hell-" his exclamation was interrupted however, by a young girl's voice echoing throughout the thrown room, emitting from the crystal.

"I wish the Goblin King would come and take me away. Right now."

His heart almost stopped. Could it be? Was that the voice of the person he thought it was? He simply had to find out now.

Please please please...

He would never beg out loud, however inside he was still a bratty little prince. As soon as he picked the crystal up, he looked through it, and sure enough, there stood Sarah. He almost jumped and squealed but, he was a king, and he had dignity. He held it in his hand for a second, breathing in before throwing it to the ground at his feet. The crystal's fragments rose and swirled around him, as his arms began to grow feathers and he was transformned into a magnificent barn owl. With a flourish, he was gone, and had appeared in the night sky of the Above, flying around in the sheeting rain towards Sarah's home.

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Sarah only had to wait a few seconds. She said the words and not half a minute later, a beige barn owl was rapping with its beak on the living room window. She hurried over and unlatched the window, opening it to allow the large bird of pray inside. Sarah turned her back to lock the rain out again, and by the time she was down, it was Jareth leaning against the arm of the couch.

"What a surprise..." His excitement did not betray him, and he managed to keep a steady face and cool composure. Though he love her, and though he'd waited so long, he was going to make it clear to Sarah that he was not a dewy-eyed romantic. He was a king. And he intended on making her his queen. Whatever the cost. He placed a smirk on his face. "Sarah, I did not expect your wish for at least a few more months."

A blush spread across her pale cheeks at her display of weakness in dealing with extreme boredom. It wa annoyance in her voice however when she spoke.

"Well it's your lucky day then, now isn't it. Just please, take me away from this god-awful place. I wish to live in the Underground."

"Are you sure, precious? Because once I grant this wish, I can assure you, it is highly unlikely you'll ever get Above again. You won't see another glimpse of your family, or your friends." His piercing stare made Sarah blush again, and she thought about truly never seeing them again.

"I don't have any friends," the Goblin King chuckled, "and my family and I never really were close, or saw eye-to-eye."

"Very well," Jareth straightened up and strode over to Sarah, taking her hand. "Welcome back, precious,"

When Sarah looked around, she was startled to see the scene around her had changed so quickly into the thrown room of the Goblin King's castle. It was just as she remembered it. Filthy, and modest. She looked back at Jareth. She hadn't really looked at him since she was last at the Labyrinth, which, granted, wasn't long ago but he still looked different. He looked tired. A faint line had appeared between his eyebrows that told her he frowned more than he used to. Something about him was paler, more cold. Maybe it was...but no. It couldn't be because she said no, right?

He still wore the same kind of clothing, complete with the tight pants. She blushed as she found herself stare for a second at a particular place. The sound of Jareth's voice brought her out of her reverie.

"So, Sarah, I will give you a tour if you'll allow me?" His charm was deadly. She felt like gigling or batting her eyes, which she could assure you, she'd never had to do in her entire life.

"Um...sure."

He lead her along hallway afer hallway, through doors that had appeared as she looked away, into rooms full of trinkets with features that varied between tortue instruments through to hair combs. A library with every book Sarah ever could have thought of. This castle seemed to go on forever, never ending, until they came to a dark mahogany door with a black iron handle. Jareth opened it, and as Sarah stepped in, she gasped.

"This will be your chamber, I hope you find it to your liking."

There was no doubt she did. It was a large room with five walls, 3 of which had a window with a completely different view to the one next to it. On another wall rested a large four poster bed made of dark ebony wood, and covered with emerald and gold slips. On another wall rested a tall wardrobe. Sarah couldn't wait to open it. There was a desk on the left of the three windows, and a day bed in the middle.

"I love it!" Sarah almost squealed. But no. She might have given in to the draw of the Goblin King and his kingdom. However she knew the dangers of taking things for granted now. She knew the dangers ofwishes and words in the land. She knew the dangers of the Goblin King. And she wasn't about to show any such weakness around him. "Thank you very much,"

Jareth's face stayed void of emotion. He was jumping up and down in his mind, tihnking about his new play toy, but he would never let Sarah know that she had such an effect on him. He simply couldn't.

"Well I have much work to do. If you need anything, simply make a wish. But Sarah, do be careful with your words from here on out. It could mean the end of us all," and with a snide smirk on his face, the Goblin King turned on his and swiftly strode down the hall, and disappearing down another. Sarah made sure he was gone before closing the door, turning around and letting loose a few frenzied jumps of excitement at her new room. Though of course she was saddened slightly by the prospect of never seeing her father, stepmother or half brother again, she new, it was a obvious feeling inside of her, that she belonged in the Underground.

Being the time that it was, around 11pm, Sarah decided it was time to retire for the night. Opening the doors of the wardrobe, she found an assortment of clothing that matched the style of Jareth's, however the tiniest bit more feminine. She reached to the bottom of the wardrobe where there was a draw. When she opened it she found a few pairs of pyjamas. Picking out a dark blue pair, she went into the bathroom, which had appeared in the corner between the wall with her new bed and the wall with the wardrobe. It was another breathtaking experience walking into this.

"Damn, I feel like a princess."

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In his study, the Goblin King rubbed circles around his temples as he signed more and more papers he had only half read. It wasn't until almost 1am he heard a knock on the door of the study, to which he mumbled a quick "Come in,". A goblin with whispy grey hair and a gnarled looking hand hobbled in, hand the King a letter.

The goblins knew their King never really was one for daytime. Quite the night owl, he usually wouldn't retire to bed until around 3am, until which he was probably in his study, and able to be contacted through his advisor. When Jareth had the letter in his hand, fear dropped like a brick into his stomach, as he turned it around and found the Underground crest stamping the envelope closed with wax. When opened, his sense of foreboding was confirmed when his mismatched eyes skimmed past the author of the letter.

"Indeed, it is from the High King, your Majesty." The goblin rasped, reading the look on the King's face.

"It would seem..." Jareth's brow was furrowed as he read the letter, his hand held just under his nose. "Well it would seem Sarah will have some news to wake up to tomorrow."

"Sir?" His advisor seemed confused and curious as to what the letter read. Jareth slammed the letter onto his desk, slightly overdramatically, causing the goblin to jump.

"My father is coming."

Oooooh! Yayyyyyy. I really had no idea how to finish this chapter. After Sarah was brought to the castle, I just had no idea what to do. I really hate over-stretched descriptions of rooms, so I tried to be to the point, and have your imaginations run wild. I really cannot wait to meet the High King and introduce him to you guys! Why is he coming? What does he want? WHO KNOWS! I'll update as soon as possible! Love you all, and GOODNIGHT!

-Sianie