A/N: I just wanted to take a moment to apologize for taking almost a year to update this story. I've had the worst writer's block every time I attempted to work on it, and now I think I've broken through, for now. So enjoy...for all those who are still reading.

And thanx to the following for reviewing last time: ghostofthewaterflame, Celestial Pheonix Maiden...thanx for taking the time:)

Also, standard warning for violence and language apply among other things.

Disclaimer: See chapter one. Now on to the story...

Peaches and Crystal Dreams

Chapter 5: Summonings and Rescues

Kalet and Jareth stood solemnly in the library, an ancient, magical tome held gently in his hands. The book, bound in black leather, cracked with age, yet it's pages held not an ounce of discoloration. Gold and silver colored filigree lay artfully etched around the edges creating an infinite design of no certain shape. If you looked at it just right it almost appeared to be the tree at the center of the Labyrinth, the power from which Jareth and all Underground was derived.

Placing the book on a tall, wooden stand, Jareth flipped to the page he wanted. Reaching the page he wanted, he searched the written words, committing them to memory. He'd already gathered the necessary magical items needed for this summoning, sitting nearby on a dark, wooden table. All he needed was a couple of things from the person he wished to summon, along with the Candle of Summoning and the Book of Ages which rested carefully on the stand before him.

Candles burning, sitting firmly in sconces along the stone walls threw a muted light all around them; a sombering wind swept through the hushed environment adding to the mystical surroundings.

Jareth lit the dark blue summoning candle, whispering ancient words, his concentration centered on the one being whose presence he wished to procure. Lips moving silently he felt his magic well within while drawing from the Labyrinth's source: Illian, the tree which gave birth to them all. Illian, the source of the Labyrinth. The power from which Jareth and all creatures received their mystical abilities.

Observing her brother, Kalet watched nervously as he called upon the one who could help them, the one who could help bring Sarah back; the one who'd been disappeared from their society long ago. She only prayed he'd listen and heed Jareth's plea. Maybe all his time sequestered away hadn't completely hardened his heart. She could only hope.

Moments passed with no word, no sign. An hour passed. She was beginning to give up hope that he'd answer when a cool breeze blew through the room, stirring the pages of the spell book, ruffling the many pages between the leather cover. A voice spoke, it's questioning tones ringing out in the large room.

"Who disturbs my sleep and summons me?"

Arms held out before him, a crystal resting in his palms Jareth answered, "I, Jareth, King of the Goblins, summon you. I call you forth from the shadows of Illian to help hunt down and destroy a great evil."

His voice echoed out confidently. The voice which spoke chuckled at his request. "The great Jareth asking for help? It must be bad", the male voice taunted.

"It is." Growing angry Jareth said, "He has my bride-to-be and must be destroyed. He wishes to take her for his own; to free himself from the land of Nightmares. And he wants to destroy me and take my place as the rightful ruler of Underground. And he attacked a family member very dear to me."

Silence.

Kalet smirked inwardly, her pride in her brother's cleverness apparent. Jareth had found the way to appeal to the shadow assassin. This particular assassin cared greatly for Jareth's family, those not exiled or already dead. This would move him into motion for sure.

"Who", the voice ground out lowly, giving the impression of teeth clenched tightly in fury, "Who was attacked?"

"Kalet."

"How badly was she injured?" The voice prompted further information.

"Not terribly. She'd taken a blow to the head and knocked unconscious for some time." Grateful that she hadn't been injured worse than she had, he flashed her a look then closed his eyes again and resumed contact with the shadowed entity.

Once again an awkward silence fell over the room. The voice spoke again. "Who did this thing?"

"Garrett." Jareth's cold tones carried the hate and spite that he felt towards his twin brother. Currently, he felt more than hate. A murderous rage rose up in his mind, his soul; burned in the confines of his heart. The urge to wipe out all that was Garrett, his face, his voice, his laughter and even his blackened memory. Everything.

When Jareth spoke again his voice resembled an impatient child. "Will you or will you not help us? I have no time for games or indecision. I must have your answer now!"

A sudden gust blew through the room dousing the lights, a low whisper followed in it's wake, "Two evenings hence", and all was silent and dark.

A pair of beautiful, green eyes stared longingly at the sky outside her prison, currently in the land of Nightmares. She was being held in Garrett's fortress, a place of forboding and hopelessness. If you allowed yourself to become caught up in those emotions, but she refused to give up hope. Jareth would come for her. Of that she was certain.

The landscape that greeted her outside her window, dark and bleak, a varitable dead zone. Nothing living as far as the eye could see. Nothing but shadows and creatures that were better off left in the imagination. The moon had risen high, white and pure. At least she still had that celestial body to spur her hopes, never forget that she was human and where there was dark...there was light. And light would find a way. Somehow.

"Jareth, hurry. Please!" Her anguished whisper, swallowed by the dark, died before they were realized. Sarah knew there was no way that her love could hear her. Garrett was responsible for that as well. He'd broken the thread that stretched between them, that would enable him to find her and take her home. Instinctively she was aware that Jareth's twin monitored her thoughts and dreams for any sign of that connection to return, to eliminate it at the first sign of awakening.

A table of food spread out along a wooden table behind her, fire crackling in the background, Sarah's stomach grumbled, protesting her fast of several days. A flash caught her eye and she turned toward the table. There in the center lay one peach alongside one solitary crystal. Swept away by memories, liquid filled her eyes, falling softly to the floor.

She wondered, though, who they were truly from. Was this Jareth's or Garrett's doing? And what would each one do? Could the peach be strictly food and nothing else? And why the crystal? Did Garrett possess the same abilities as his brother? Would these two items torment her, hurt her? What were their purposes?

"A gift."

Sarah spun around rapidly and seeing no one present, she reached up drying her eyes with her fingertips. "Who are you", she called out and frowned when her question went unanswered.

Shrugging her shoulders she decided to leave her fate to chance. Picking up the peach she took a bite, allowing the deliciously ripe taste to tease her taste buds and slide down her throat. Then she placed the crystal in the palm of her hand and began to wish.

"I wish..."

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"Where the hell is he", a voice thundered.

"Patience, Jareth. Nothing was ever confirmed. All that was said was "two nights hence" and that was all." Kalet tried to calm her brother who resembled a caged animal at present.

His angry mismatched eyes speared her own and snapped, "Yes, well that would leave one to believe that he was coming after being summoned, don't you think?" His boots slapped across the stone floor as he paced continuously, never ceasing except to speak.

Kalet even with all her power couldn't restrain his anger, his impatience. The more she tried the worse he became until she threatened him with her strongest binding spell. "Jareth! Sit!" She pointed at his chair at the head of the dining table, "I will use my magic should you ignore my warning. I'm just as anxious as you." She waved her hand and suddenly he was in the very chair she'd indicated. "There. Now be silent and still. You've made me sick and dizzy with your constant motion."

"And I agree, dear, Kalet."

Both Jareth and Kalet turned to see a mass of shadows enter the room, all of them swirling, amassing, gathering together to create a solid form. Waist length blond hair tied back with a leather thong, the man smirked as he greeted the duo already present. Dressed in simple clothing as you'd expect to see people of the wood wearing, the newcomer didn't disappoint. A bow and quiver of arrows on his back, he also carried a long, wicked looking sword, the hilt bedecked in several stones. These stones possessed multiple faceted colors in each stone. Each one a visual flame when exposed to light. The stranger stepped forward to greet those who'd summoned him forth.

"About time you arrived!" Jareth said.

"Forgive him as he's under a great deal of stress", Kalet intervened in a reconciliatory manner. Her blond hair flowed as the stranger held out his arm and she took it greatfully. They went to join Jareth at the table and explanations began.

Some time later plans had been drawn up ready to execute the following night. Jareth, however, protested the wait. He wanted to go retrieve Sarah now. She'd already waited long enough. But the summoned one, long blond hair moved as he shook his head in disagreement.

"Jareth, we all need rest in order to carry out all that we've planned. You're irritable, restless and exhausted. Not recommendable attributes to exhibit for a rescue", he admonished. "Think of Sarah. She wouldn't want you to do anything that would pose a great risk to yourself, and in your mood now you'd risk it all. So calm yourself and let us retire for the night." A hardened look entered his eyes, "Don't worry. Garrett will pay for what he's done. I'll see to it."

"No! I'll see to it!" The cold sound of Jareth's anger echoed in the room, the tenacity of it surprising both Kalet and the summoned. "I'll see to him. Just swear that you'll remove Sarah from the hostile situation prudently. That's all I ask."

"So I'm just here to find his exact location and help Sarah, correct?"

"That is so."

Kalet's soft feminine voice broke through, "Well, now that thing's are set, let us take leave for the evening and rest. For we will need it on the morrow. Good night, my brother" she whispered in Jareth's ear and kissed his cheek. Then she whispered good night in their visitor's ear as well causing him to smile with fondness.

All three vanished from the room leaving behind a stark emptiness; tapering candles burning down to their wicks.

The Next Day:

For the last hour Sarah had been hearing voices. Voices pleading with her to hold on; be patient. Some how apparently the two late night gifts of the peach and the crystal had been from Jareth. A male voice had spoken to her late in the night assuring her that Garrett had played no part in gifting them. Relief had been prominent, yet she still felt so much apprehension. As if something was building and would soon reveal itself.

"Hello, my dear, Sarah."

She groaned. Not him again! Staring at the window, his voice came from behind and she spun to face him. "What do you want, Garrett?"

Chuckling he stated, "We've discussed this many times over so I won't repeat myself. You're already aware of what I want."

"Go to hell", she fired back. "I'll never be yours, nor will I ever submit to being so." She turned back to the window observing the rapidly setting sun, wishing for Jareth to hurry and show herself. She'd wished for that with all her heart. If only it could come true. Just this once.

She wished she could be out of this stone room, her prison. One with a table, a bed and a fire glowing softly in the background. This prison, she hoped, that wouldn't hold her for much longer. Closing her eyes she prayed that her love was on the way.

Garrett took hold of her waist and she immediately began fighting him, her skin crawling from his grip, and evil touch. Abruptly a voice rang out behind them, softly but with equal menace.

"Remove your hands from her."

Still holding tightly to Sarah's slender body he rotated them so he could face the intruder. There stood Jareth, Kalet and...one other...It'd been so long since he'd seen him. Eyes glowing in recognition he called out a greeting, "Kale, my brother, it has been a long time since our last meeting. I'd heard that you'd become a shadow assassin and that you'd joined essences with Illian."

Sarah, trembling against Jareth's twin was so happy and relieved to see him, and to see Kalet. As Garrett called out the other's name she vaguely remembered Jareth telling of all his brothers and sisters and how he had another brother by the name of Kale. The blond man looked rather intimidating she thought, eyes flashing hatred, muscles tensed for attack. How would they get out of this mess, she wondered.

Kalet waved her hand, ancient Fey words fell from her lips and Sarah disappeared from Garrett's grip and reappeared by her side. Kale insisted that Jareth and Kalet escort Sarah from the area while he dispatched their black-hearted brother, destroying him for all time.

No one argued. Kale stayed behind as the trio made their escape. Disappearing in a flurry of glitter, their forms vanished leaving behind empty space. Kale, swords in hand, stood face to face with one of his younger brothers prepared for a hell of a battle.

A/N: I'm gonna leave it there. I know it's a cliffy, but I intend on writing one more chapter for this series. Of course if there's no one still reading and interested I may just discontinue it altogether, leaving the last chapter unwritten. I just need to know there are those who are still interested and waiting to read so please leave me a little review or something so I'll know to continue just one last time. And again...I apologize that it took me practically a whole freaking year to write this...damned writer's block...