"Jareth, would you move the stars for me?" Sarah teased gently as they lay in the palace gardens watching the night sky. She turned to look at him with a smile.

Jareth grinned, "For you dearest, anything!" He jumped up, pulling her with him, and spun her in a wild dance.

"Anything?!" Sarah yelled as she laughed, out of breath from his crazy mood.

"You turn my world, you starve and near exhaust me, and everything I do, I do for you." He kept spinning her around in the moonlight.

"I would move the stars for you… I would be with you as the world crashes down, whatever you say, My Lady, I am yours." He abruptly grabbed her out of the spin and pressed her against his long length. Jareth's teeth gleamed at her in the darkness as he smiled, a tender little smile, "Are you mine?"

Sarah reached up to tug his mouth down to hers, "Always."

Funny… She had never noticed that she appeared older in these newer dreams. It was still her… But maybe ten years older.

Her bed was a lot harder than she remembered. Did it always feel like sand? Sarah's head pounded as she slowly raised her head. She was not in her bed… She was not in her world by the looks of things. She was back in the Underworld.

Shivering as the humid air hit her bare legs, Sarah stood up, slightly queasy with a sick feeling. Something was… wrong. "What am I doing here?"

There was a perfect view of the Labyrinth from this little hill, and Sarah sat back down for a moment to think over what had happened, and what she was going to do. Well, logically, only one person would have the ability to bring her back, but she couldn't see why. Jareth had made his attraction clear, but he also looked on her as an annoyance.

"Jareth? JARETH!" She called loudly, hoping that he might be able to answer a question or two, but alas, nothing happened. Sarah sighed. Not good. Hysteria was only just at the back of her mind, and she called on her yoga breathing to help her through this.

Ok, yoga breathing not working. Plan B.. She didn't have a Plan B, she didn't have a Plan A. Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod… Ok, calm down. Think happy thoughts. Coffee… Ohmigod, if she was stuck down here, she would never have coffee again!

Sarah shot to her feet, and started toward the wall guarding the Labyrinth. Not noticing the fairies that seemed to be intent on biting her, she ran right to the cleared space where once there was a door, and started banging wildly on the stone, screaming for help.

"Let me in, let me in, let me in!" Sarah yelled at the top of her lungs. Well, the yoga HAD done something after all.

If she had not been so intent on this wall, she would have noticed the presence of a young man behind her, staring at her in fascination. He wasn't quite sure how to get her attention, as she seemed rather upset. And loud.

"Excuse me?"

"Ahhh!!" Sarah jumped and fell over, landing in the dust at his feet. She quickly picked herself up and stared at him accusingly. "Who are you? Did he send you? Do you know how to get into the Labyrinth?"

He stared at her a moment. She was very beautiful, but very odd. And loud. Her long chocolate-brown hair tumbled down her back in wild disarray, and shorter strands stuck to the sides of her pale heart-shaped face, and in her bright green eyes. He was somewhat speechless.

Sarah's eyes narrowed as the man in front of her said nothing, but looked at her haughtily, startlingly reminiscent of Jareth. That clinched her anger. She now had a focus.

Leaning forward to grab his shirt collar, she dragged him down to her eye level, "Look, you, I need answers, and I need them now. I do not have all the time in the world. You will help me, or you will be sorry."

She let go of him, and watched as he sputtered and quickly took a couple of steps away from her.

"How dare you? Do you know who I am? I am-"

"Oh save it, right at this moment, I do not care if you sprout horns and jump around with a pitchfork."

He stared at her, dumbfounded. No one had ever spoken to him like that. She was a hellion. A shrew.

"Can you even talk? Oh wait, you can. Can you say anything besides arrogant dribble?" Sarah challenged, taking a step towards him.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Is that a no?"

"No, it's a..." He shook his head, red hair flying in his eyes, "Now, who are you? And why do you speak to me in this way?"

"I'm Sarah. Who are you?"

"I am Ransom. Now, why are you acting like a mad-woman?"

"I'm not acting like a- Wait, Ransom? That's a very uncommon name." Sarah thought furiously where she had heard it. Of course, the story.

"It's not that uncommon, and I quite like it."

"Oh never mind that, do you also have a friend… a faery named Keirnan?" It was Ransom's turn to look shocked.

"How do you know Keirnan?" His amethyst eyes widened, "Are you a seer? A prophet?"

"Oh for the love of- no, I had read a story… and well… never mind. Do you know the way to the castle? At the centre of the Labyrinth?" She turned back to the wall, inspecting it closely, half believing that it would open when she least expect it like last time.

"Yes, do you have business there?" Ransom looked at her curiously, her odd behavior making him nervous. She really did not seem in complete control of her faculties. Plus, she was mildly terrifying, but quite magnificent in her anger.

"That would definitely be one way of putting it. I need to speak to the Goblin King," She clenched her teeth around his name, "Jareth."

"You're not really dressed for court you know." He looked at her in puzzlement, trying to figure out how she would know that name.

"Oh really? Well, I seem to have forgotten the ballgown." She sneered, "Now, Ransom, how would we go about getting to that castle?"

"Uhm, well, give me a moment, and I'll take us the normal way." He reached out to grasp her arm, and felt her stiffen at his touch. How very odd.

Sarah felt a great tingle, and closed her eyes involuntarily. When she opened them, they were in the throne room of the Goblin King's castle. Looking around, she noticed few differences between now and her previous visit. Still had that… Goblin smell. Yum.

Wrinkling her nose, she glanced back at the red-headed elf, "Ransom? Thank you."

His eyes widened, he had not really expected manners from this loud… woman. She smiled at him, and again he was taken by how beautiful she really was. Lucky Jareth.

"Now, where is Jareth?" She narrowed her eyes, "We need to have words."

Maybe not-so-lucky Jareth. Ransom felt like laughing, but his face remained stony, expressionless. Sarah sighed. "How do I find him? I do not feel like running all over this castle looking for him."

"Call out his name, My… Lady." Ransom stepped back from her as she began to look angry again.

"I tried that before."

"Well, it wouldn't work outside of the castle unless he was already focused on you. And even then he has to decide if he will answer or not."

Sarah sighed. It was worse than the DMV. "Jareth! Come out come out wherever you are!" She twirled in a circle, mocking the process. Ransom just sighed and checked to see how close he was to the door. This woman made him nervous and paranoid about an escape route.

"Why, Sarah. To what do I owe…" Jareth's voice trailed off as he noticed his friend slowly edging out the door, "Ransom? I had thought you had left already."

"Oh, Jareth, well, don't get me wrong, I always enjoy your company…" Sarah smiled all sweetness and innocence across her pale face, "but… what the fuck am I doing here?"

"So that's why you're trying to get out that door!" Jareth remarked to his friend who laughed nervously at Sarah's anger, "Now Sarah, I have no idea. Did you really 'need' me that much?" He turned to walk to his throne, and sprawled lazily across it, smirking at her.

"I was just leaving, Your Majesty, but I found… her… on the outer wall of your Labyrinth. I think she is a madwoman, but she did know your name." Ransom outlined for his king, and bowed smartly.

"Madwoman?" Sarah turned to stare at him.

"Enough. Sarah, what are you doing here? How did you get to the Underground?" Jareth stared at her, brows narrowed.

"I didn't do anything! You did this to me! I want to go home. Now." She stamped her foot for drama, and winced as she remembered she wasn't wearing any shoes.

"You will address me in this place with the due respect, Sarah." His eyes narrowed, "And I will send you back as soon as I figure out how you did this."

"Your Majesty, will you be needing me?" Ransom sure as hell hoped not.

"No, you are excused." Jareth looked up from the girl to smile at his friend, "Send my greetings along to fair Ariadne."

"Thank you." Ransom vanished.

"Look, I don't know what's going on. I did not wish anyone away, I did not do anything. I just want to leave."

"Fine, be gone from this place. I will investigate. But if I find you have done anything, I will be most… upset." Jareth smiled cruelly, and waved his hand in her direction.

Sarah found herself back in the middle of her apartment. "What the hell was that? Fucked up fairy kings… Yeah, that's right, you heard me!" She yelled at the ceiling.

"Shut up!" Her upstairs neighbour had a bad temper sometimes.

"Sorry!"

Sarah whistled happily to herself as she swept into the bed chamber to locate her hairbrush. Working the tangles out of her hair, she watched the gardens from her window. She loved seeing the still water of the pond there… the mortal world, the Aboveground.

She twirled, and quickly tied her long hair up with a ribbon. Again, she looked out the window, and smiled as she saw her love standing on the far end of the gardens. Her smile grew dreamy as she fantasized about last evening… and the upcoming one. Sarah giggled a little and put her hands to her cheeks. She really was acting like a child now.

Suddenly, Sarah's smile faltered… Jareth was not alone. He was with a woman with bright blonde hair, holding her. Kissing her. Sarah closed her eyes, and gave herself a shake. There was just no way possible… She was dreaming. Opening her eyes, she realized that it was not a dream. A tear made it's way down her cheek.

Running, she flew down the stairs, through the castle, and out to the gardens, "Jareth?!"

There had to be an explaination. "Jareth!"

The couple broke apart as Sarah ran toward them, her hair scattering out of it's ribbon, skirts flying up with dirt.

"Your Majesty, do you know this woman?" The blonde faery stared in Sarah in slight awe at her apparent passion… and anger.

"Yes." Jareth looked resigned, "I do."

"Sarah," Jareth put up his hand before she could say anything further, "I would like to introduce you to my fiancé, Princess Ariadne of the Western fae realms."