Darklady: Alright Guys we are all very sorry that this took soooo long . . . but I'm serious . . . Jareth needed time to calm down.

Jareth: Calm down? I'm still fuming. Mitch will pay for what he did to MY Sarah.

Sarah: Your Sarah?? I thought I was my own person . . . .

Jareth: Thats what you thought . . .

Darklady: Lets not get into this now . . .

Sarah/Jareth: Very Well

Jareth: But this will be continued later.

Ly: Hello everyone . . . (moves to wrap arms around Lady) I hope you will forgive the wait. Our dear Lady here turned 17 on the 16 of November.

Darklady: (rolls eyes) Yeah it was swell . . .

Ly: Matthew made you a card . . . it even made you cry . . .

Darklady: (turns to Sarah and whispers) It was soooo sweet . . . Happy Birthday . . . I'm happy that your my sister . . . I cried for 20 minutes . . . (turns back to the readers) ANY WAY . . . this one is kind of short . . .but the next one will be good . . .

Enjoy

Part 4: The calm in the Storms

Jareth gently placed the bruised and bloody mess that was Sarah Williams on his bed. Calling for the healer, Jareth gently washed her face. He looked at her beaten face and felt his already terrible anger grow ten fold. Listening to her heart beat slow, he feared, truly feared for the first time in his life, he would never see her eyes open again, her glorious emerald eyes with the blue flames that danced through them. It was then that Grue the healer walked into the room.

Grue was considered tall in elfin standards, 5'7, his height do to his Fae father. Somewhere over 900 years old Grue had served Jareth's family for two generations. He was a kind man, his face and eyes etched with lines, from his laughter and smiles. His alt and pepper hair, yet another sign of his heritage. Yet now, his usually laughing yellow eyes, showed signs of horror and dismay as he looked at the Lady in the bed.

He moved quickly to the girl's side, shooing Jareth from the room. "I must treat ALL her injuries." Jareth nodded and moved to stand outside his chamber door. The castle shook with the force of the storm growing from the labyrinth. Using his connection to Labyrinth, Jareth spoke to the livid creature. "Labyrinth, you must calm. Your Lady is safe and healing as we speak." He felt her pull fully into his mind.

He staggered as wave after wave of pain struck his body. His head felt as though it would explode, his arm ached as if it was broken, and his legs threatened to break under his weight. His chest heaved as he fought for breath and his stomach clenched with the overwhelming urge to empty itself. "What is the meaning of this?" As soon as the strangled words left his mouth, it stopped. The pain was gone. His lungs no longer fought the air they craved, gulping a few deep breathes, Jareth righted himself and voiced the question again. "Labyrinth, what was the meaning of that?" Her voice was booming in his mind.

"What you just felt is not half of what my Lady went through tonight. I demand justice for this crime." Calmly Jareth spoke to her, though his own anger wished to lash out.

"Hear what I say Labyrinth. The ones who have done this to our Lady will pay with their lives." Needing to be sure . . .

"Swear it. Swear that justice will be served Goblin King."

"I So Swear."

Sarah moaned in pain as she came back to herself. Her body was sore, though it didn't hurt as much as before. She could fell someone's hands moving over her, frightened to she opened her eyes, ready to strike. But instead of Mitch she found . . . an Elf? He smiled at her as he saw she was awake. "Tell me how you are feeling." He said with a voice like honey. With a dry throat she answered hoarsely.

"Like I was run over." The man nodded.

"That is to be expected, but luckily you will only feel this way for a day or two. You will heal and have no marks of this night." She nodded to him and opened her mouth to ask.

"Did he . . . am I still . . .?" The man quieted her.

"You fought him bravely and kept your innocence." She nodded happier than before.

"Forgive me for asking, but who are you?" The man seemed shocked that he hadn't told her already.

"No my Lady, forgive me. I am Grue Royal Healer for King Jareth." He smiled at her, something fatherly and warming. "And you are Lady Sarah of the Aboveground, Champion of the Labyrinth, and Mistress to her lands." Sarah looked at him confused.

"How do you know all that?" He laughed.

"How could I not? The whole of the Underground speaks of you. You are a legend . . ." he chuckled "and it was only yesterday that you beat his Majesty." Sarah smiled and found herself coughing. A cup of something steaming appeared in the Grue's hand. Placing the cup down on a nearby table, he rearranged her pillows so she could sit up, then handed her the cup. "Drink slowly. It will help soothe your throat." Sarah eyed the cup warily.

"You'll forgive me Sir, if I don't." Grue laughed heartily at her words.

"Please Lady Sarah. It is a perfectly normal cup of mint tea." He smiled. "I promise there is no enchantment on it." Deciding the man trustworthy Sarah took the cup and sipped it slowly, grateful as the warmth spread through her aching body with each taste.

Grue took a few minutes to test Sarah's reflexes, response time, memory, feeling, and sight before declaring her stable. After another moment of making sure she was properly covered, Grue let Jareth in. The Young King seemed relieved to see her awake, though he was tense about something. He moved to her side and took her hand in his. "How are you feeling?" He asked sounding calmer that Sarah knew he was.

"Better than I was before." She coughed again. "Where's Mitch?" She asked frightened that he might come for her again. Jareth heard her heart race and feared her making herself sick.

"Do not worry yourself about him. Just know he will never harm you again." Kissing her hand, he let a bit of magic seep into her, helping her to sleep. After watching her for a few minutes and he was sure she would be alright, he left the room, giving her time to rest.

After thanking Grue and agreeing to bring Sarah to see him the next day Jareth called the Captain of the Royal Guard to him. Moments later a tall Fae stood before him. Lyzander had been Captain of the Royal Guard for centuries and Jareth closest and most trusted friend for longer. Lyzander stood at Jareth's height with a shade darker of blonde hair, he kept his should length locks tied behind his head in a neat pony tail. In a hushed voice, as though he feared to wake the woman in the room behind him, Jareth spoke. "Lyzander I have need of your best female guard, to watch over the Lady Sarah." Lyzander eyed his friend. He had been spoken to his friend only last night, heard of his confusion, unsure whether he wanted the girl as his wife, or his slave. 'I suppose he has made up his mind.'

"When shall I send for her?"

"Immediately. I want Sarah watched at all times. However, your guard is to remain unseen until I have spoken with Sarah." Lyzander nodded. In a less authorative voice Jareth spoke again. "I have never feared so much for someone in my entire lift, as I did tonight."

"What happened to her? Rumor has it that the Lady Sarah was attacked." Jareth nodded, rumors traveled faster in his kingdom then in a hen house.

"She was attacked by her step-mother's brother. And not for the first time, but most certainly the last." Instantly he was King again. "Do not leave this door until your guard has come." With that Jareth disappeared in a cloud of dark glitter. It was time to visit with Mitch Matthews.

Darklady: Do you ever wonder if there would be anyone to help you in this kind of situation?

Sarah:I did for a long time . . . now I know.

Jareth:I've never been in that kind of situation.

Ly: I'm here for Lady.

Darklady:Hmm . . . oh well . . . what did everyone think about that chapter???

Jareth:Do I get to 'play' with Mitch in the next chapter ????

Darklady: (give Jareth a deliciously evil laugh) Of course you do . . . He has to pay for daring to TOUCH Lady Sarah of the Labyrinth . . . you swore to Labyrinth he would pay . . . and so will EVERYONE that helped him.

Jareth: Everyone that helped him? (moves to crowd Lady)

Ly: Back away from Lady.

Darklady: Don't worry Jareth . . . the next chapter will be quite a bit of fun . . .

Sarah: What will I be doing . . . ????

Darklady/Ly: You'll just have to wait and see . . . Don't forget to review everyone . . .

Catch ya later