Hello again! New chapter! Again I do not own them save for in my dreams :P

The world dissolved and in its place something so bizarre it would forever be etched in her mind.

Underland.

It was bright and loud in the colors alone and her mind almost went into overload. The people of the party were dressed in their finest which also happened to rival the most outrageous 80's music video. They laughed and danced on the tables where there were hundreds if not thousands of various teacups.

Sarah looked down and discovered that she was dressed in what she could only label as the rejected fashion of the Victorian period. It was a mixture of very many colors and yet it accented her quite well, oddly enough.

'I think you look quite charming, my dear,' Jareth commented as he put a hand to the small of her back, 'Though your soaking clinging clothes were quite fetching themselves.'

Sarah took a look at him and pealed in laughter. His white-blond and wild hair was streaked with insane amounts of glitter of Easter colors. His breeches were tight, as usual, and a glittery black. But his shirt and vest were so bright and unusual she felt as if her mind would simply stop functioning.

'I wish I had my camera,' Sarah grinned and suddenly her camera popped into existence and floated into her hands. She looked down at it and sighed, 'If only pizza delivery was that fast.'

Jareth didn't seem put off at her laugh but was quite surprised at her reaction to her wishes being granted. And he nearly kicked himself for thinking it.

'But this does remind me,' she said suddenly, 'Why does the Labyrinth behave towards me now…and I suppose this too would deserve an explanation.'

Jareth had hoped to have her inebriated before explaining it but sighed inwardly, 'Because you are the Champion of the Labyrinth, for you are the only one to ever defeat it, you are entitled to have the kingdom and its Magicks.'

'Awww so you have to share?' Sarah teased.

'Yes,' Jareth went behind her and lightly pressed his body against her, letting his breath tickle her ear, 'But I'd prefer to share it with you as my Queen,' he knew by her shiver what she was feeling.

'Right,' she stammered, 'I looked back at my wayward adventure and it wasn't hard at all, why am I the only one to beat it?'

'Because you got to the heart,' he answered quietly, and she knew she didn't just mean the Labyrinth.

'I'm still mad at you,' and she forced herself to move herself away from him and his autumn scent.

Sarah was reminded of autumn and the spices that went with it when she was near him. It was quite addicting but she had to fight. Granted she had only fought with him tooth and nail , but secretly she wanted…well him. But she wasn't going to tell him that. Thankfully she wouldn't have to because a very comely flaxon-haired woman strolled over.

"Well hello Jareth,' she nodded at the Goblin King respectfully and her eyes twinkled as she saw Sarah, 'And it is a pleasure to meet you Lady Sarah.'

'Pleased to meet you too, Lady Alice,' somehow Sarah knew that was exactly who this young woman was.

Alice was dressed in a frosty blue gown with lace and long white boots. Her hair was cascaded down to the small of her back and was placed in gentle ringlets that framed her heart-shaped face. She wore a very small white top hat on her head that reminded Sarah of an 'anime Lolita girl'. She was quite fetching and Sarah was in envy.

Jareth bent to kiss Alice on the cheek and smiled, 'Nice to see you again, sister.'

'I'm not a sister quite yet, Jareth, but in due time,' she laughed.

'Oh I knew it was you Jareth, I found glitter at the front of the Table of Teas and Refreshment,' a smiling voice behind them said, 'And it was almost in my tea.'

They turned to see what Sarah assumed was the Mad Hatter. She was surprised to see that he was not as flamboyantly dressed as his guests but actually was dressed to match his lady.

'Mother raised me to teleport with glitter,' Jareth shrugged and clasped his brother's shoulder warmly.

Sarah was quite astounded by Jareth's behavior. He didn't come off as an arrogant wicked baby stealing king when he was around others. But then she had only been around him when he had a job to do. She wasn't sure if she liked this judgement check.

'Well helllloo…'Sarah knew that voice and nearly ran.

The party turned to see Frank N. Freaky in his most regal…undergarments. It was blindingly white, tight, and sparkly. Sarah almost wished to bleach out her eyes. Tarrant, however, seemed to completely ignore the state of undress and eagerly hugged his kin. Alice was in the same Bog as Sarah and stood by her for some comfort. Jareth mumbled curses and clutched Sarah's hand protectively.

'Upon this Midsummer Night I found, something to shock and astound, Sparkling fabric everywhere, on a kinsmen's underwear,' a cheerful voice said to the side of them.

Sarah saw a brunette boy that looked to be about 13 yet with ageless eyes. She looked down to see he had the legs of a goat and knew it to be Robin Goodfellow.

'Well hello Puck,' Alice said, happy for the distraction.

'Greetings to the Champion of Underland, and to the one of Underground, 'tis a wedding I'm to understand, that I have so gladly found,' he replied merrily.

'Well,' Hatter said jovially, 'Now that the last of the guests have arrived, I do believe I should be married.'

And so Tarrant the Mad Hatter and Alice were wed, and tea cups were thrown into the night air in celebration.

'That's it?' Sarah whispered in Jareth's ear.

'Why should things be complicated in Underland?' he responded.

Sarah managed not to retort as she was swept into a dance with the Goblin King. She thought as her poor feet complained hours later that she must have danced with everyone at least thrice. Yet after Jareth had given her tea, she seemed not to have a care in the world. It never crossed her mind that he spiked her tea.

Jareth very amused and only very slightly tipsy transported her back to his kingdom in the wee hours of the morning. He settled her now sleeping form into his bed and slid in with her and held her protectively against him. She snuggled up against him completely unaware. The Goblin King knew he would deal with a spitfire in the morning. But he was content that it was his spitfire.