Wow,this is a faster update than I expected!Thanks to everyone who reviewed part 1,which means angel-tears-16,who made me update after updating her's,TarahW,Anij,SuicidalAphrodite,notwritten and Popoki Mo'olelo.This isn't as long as the first part,and later because of the first week of school,so there might be a wait for the 3rd part.And thanks to Clemence S. for threatening me with a pencil to write another chapter.No plot bunnies popping up so far,but maybe soon.

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Jareth stood once again in the ballroom, but this time, there was no vision.

He had failed to get back to sleep after the last nightmare, Sarah hadn't had much to say, neither knew what to say. When she did speak, it was over a distance.Her at the bottom of the stairs, and Jareth at the top. He hadn't said much either, only listened.

She had learned to forget about the Underground incident over the year that had passed, but after she found the little red book again, it struck her that this wasn't something you could forget so easily. And Sarah had reasoned to hear Jareth's point of view, after everyone else's, of course.

But she was still trying to understand it. This world, the labyrinth, his palace. And Jareth as well.He had always known she was different. Not just because she dreamed of fantasy and adventure, read books that contained the Labyrinth's secrets, but because she equalled him. Even had control over him, where he had none over her.

But he didn't want to listen. Her words had driven away his bad mood but it gave way to an anxious and agitated one. The last time they had met, Jareth had been witty, sarcastic and mysterious. But Sarah had found his weakness, and it was time he learnt hers.He knew already that she would go to no end to retrieve something dear to her or to protect her friends; he had found out that much in the labyrinth the last time. But that was no use now.

He had returned to the ballroom in the hope of seeing that girl again. No luck, but no matter. It was only a matter of time before he succumbed to the nightmares and visions. And next time, Jareth would be ready.

The next morning, he still hadn't slept. But he felt no desire to sleep either.Sarah had been trying to talk to him all day, but he ignored her for the time being. For several reasons, one was that something had changed. Sarah had become a young woman and remembered those fateful 13 hours. Whereas Jareth was so quick to dismiss the memory.

It was early evening when Sarah eventually found him, sulking in his room. She opened the door, not bothering to knock, and stood there with her hands on her hips. Jareth didn't meet her eyes but gazed out of the open window. The sun was setting over the Labyrinth, bathing them both in a red glow.

"Jareth." She said firmly. "We need to talk."

"I might talk to you if you would knock before barging in, at least. And I wonder why you even want to talk to me, Sarah. After…how long?" he asked. That was the longest thing he had said to her since her arrival.

"Two years."

He nodded and continued,

"After two years, and just two months here, why? Do you forgive me, is that it?"

Silence. Jareth wouldn't get his hopes up. She wasn't exactly the forgive-and-forget type, was she?