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Part 4

Cindy was sitting upon the Kings throne as he stormed into the room. And damn it all, if she didn't appear to be cleaning her nails with his best knife. With a wave of his hand the knife disappeared.

"Cindy" he mumbled.

"Jareth" she sweetly replied. Cindy noticed the color in his cheeks, and the state of his dress. She batted her eyes and said, "Oh my, did I interrupt something?"

Jareth walked forward and Cindy moved from his spot. Plopping down he looked at her, "You usually do. So to what do I owe this pleasure?" His words oozed from his mouth like a deadly poison. What he wanted to do was throw her and her goons out the window. Looking around he pondered where the little devils were. Jareth sighed as he spotted parts of his favorite clock thrown about the room. And as if on queue, a muffled goblin scream was heard from somewhere off in the distance.

The queen's dress moved and shifted to suit her mood. It crept and slithered into a low cut top, exposing her tummy and giving an ample view of her cleave. She moved closer to the throne and to Jareth.

"I have just come to remind you of our little agreement." Cindy smirked and looked right at Jareth. Her line of sight started at his eyes and worked down his body. He was still partly aroused. Such a simple thing to make him hard again.

"And what bloody agreement was that?" Jareth sat irritably waiting an answer. The thoughts of tormenting his sweet Sara were fading fast. With Cindy here, there was no telling when she might leave. Although, the Queen was a very sexy creature, but he was finding that he enjoyed playing with Sara. As if looks didn't matter as much, not that Sara was plain. Far from it. But somehow now he was more interested with the games he had started to play with her. Oh and the games he had in mind would be….

His thought was interrupted by Cindy touching his face. Pouting her lips Cindy leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Our agreement that we were meant to play together, if you get my meaning." Blood came rushing back with a painful urgency. He was after all, a slave to natural forces. And Cindy could command a wonderful one. It had been awhile since he had had any kind of release and he was so close too. Damn the woman.

"You know well our time of "Playing" is well over. Once you get past that rather important fact, I'm sure you'll realize that you re not wanted here. Ever. "He looked back down the hallway, "And I'm sure you are aware that I have a guest." Would she buy that one, Jareth pondered.

Cindy gave a twinkling laugh, sat on the arm of his throne, "What are you afraid of? The sounds we used to make? You want me to believe that you, in this huge castle, are concerned what a mere child will think?" Jareth started to turn red and his breathing increased. "Are you afraid your little human will find out about us?"

Jareth rose up knocking Cindy from her perch, "I fear nothing!" Cindy stumbled but caught herself. "And Sara is no child." Jareth waked towards her pushing her out of the room, "And we have no agreement, Cindy." The Queen looked in his eyes and grabbed his neck. She brought herself up to his ridged form and kissed him with passion. Jareth responded at first then stiffened and threw her from him. "You forget your place. I suggest you leave before I lose all patience with you."

"My place?" Cindy stood tall, "My Place!" She yelled it this time. Her dress whorled and daggers shot out all over for a moment. Then her dress shuddered and settled back into a form-fitting gown.

Jareth smiled. That did the trick. She was bound to leave him be for awhile now. Nothing hurt her more than hinting that she was something less.

The queen spun around, dress spinning, as she stormed out of the throne room. She turned around and looked again at the King. "My place... is above you." Cindy went and mounted her horse without the assistance of the ladder.

Tic and Toc had both heard their queen. They looked at each other and silently decided it was best if they found their own way home.

The night being plainly ruined, Jareth retied to his chambers. He thought briefly of going back to Sara but his mood was simply to foul to enjoy anything now. That included tormenting her. He headed towards his bed and mumbled, "I don't wish to be disturbed."

"Yes, your majesty." A small guard goblin bowed and almost tripped over himself while exiting the room. Jareth settled into a fitful sleep himself, and as he drifted off one thought couldn't help entering his head. Why wasn't she beside him?

Far away in the bog of stench strange things were afoot. He had spent the whole night in a restless sleep worrying about Sara. Feeling like a thousand pounds Hoggle stumbled to his chair. While Hoggle sat pondering how he could help his friend a messenger arrived. It was one of the Brownies. Hoggle had to get up from his throne of peat, and lean to do hear what the little one had to say. His eyes grew wide as the message was passed. Sara was here in the underground. And she was in Jareth's castle. This didn't bode well at all!

Hoggle started out at run for the Castle in the center of the Labyrinth. Luckily he knew of a shortcut. But what good little goblin wouldn't? Hoggle came up to a tree at the edge of the bog, he pulled down a branch and a door opened up beneath him. He fell down into a dark tunnel but he knew the way. He carefully crept along, with the knowledge of the traps that were around the area. Why a secret tunnel needed traps he didn't know, but he remembered when they were put in.

Finally he was coming close to the end of the tunnel. He could almost see the lights ahead. Suddenly he heard a bump behind him. He stopped and looked around. Seeing nothing he started forward only to run headfirst into Tic.

"Oh, it's you." Tic looked into his eyes; Hoggle looked into hers, from somewhere music started to play as they continued to look at each other. Hoggle snapped out of it. "Now cut that out!" he said to her. Tic smiled impishly and pulled out the music box she had hidden in her cloak and tuned it off.

"Sorry, it just seemed appropriate at the time." Tic turned the box over in her hands and looked at her feet. He was standing before her smelling of yummy things. Sure there was that bog stench, but once her nose accepted defeat and got around that aroma he smelled to her like a piece of rotted meat. To a gremlin like her, rotted meat was a wonderful treat. Well, not so much rotted, as "aged." Tic sighed.

Hoggle looked discussed. At least he put on his best impression of a discussed look. He really did like the creature. He admired her ability to just completely trash anything she set her mind to. I recalled fondly of the time he ran into her while trolling the gates, poisoning fairies. She had the most wonderful machine that sucked the right out of the air, down a tube and they all ended up in another plane of existence. The only thing he could think of is she had somehow managed to warp time itself to her will.

But that wasn't the point. The point was she was a gremlin. And the two were not supposed to mix. Per law. Or so they say. It really was a silly law. "Uhmmm, so what brings you to the castle?" Tic asked.

Snapping out of his trance Hoggle remembered that he was here on a mission. "What are you doing here?" He snapped back.

Tic's smile dazzled the darkness, "We are here to give Jareth hell." She thought that would make Hoggle happy. And he did watch the corners of his lips twitch into a form of a grin. "I have to see if a rumor is true" Hoggle said as he tried to work his way past her.

"If you're wondering about that human, yes she's here. Queen Cindy brought us here to see for ourselves." Tic sat down in the tunnel, blocking his way. "But the queen isn't happy, so we have decided to just hang out here for awhile."

"We? So Tock is here as well? Naturally. The two of you are thick as thieves." Hoggle still was stressing. He had to know if Sara was alright. "Have you seen the human? Is she ok?" Hoggle looked ahead into the distant light.

"Why the concern?" Tic got back up to her feet.

Hoggle growled and started to move past her when he fell flat on his face. "Ooh a, blasted gremlin." He didn't even notice that she had tied his shoelaces together. But it seemed to be much worse. As he struggled to get up he noticed that she had somehow managed to completely tie his stockings, while on his feet into an impossible knot. Tic grinned. "Well, since I'm stuck her for awhile, perhaps you could keep me company. "

Somewhere form the bowels of the castle a miserable moan was heard.

It was morning. Sara could feel the sunlight on her face but was unwilling to open her eyes. It was the most restful night she had had in a long time. She felt rested. She had had another one of those dreams, but afterward she had fallen into a deep healing sleep. She slowly did open her eyes and groaned at the realization of two things. One, she was not home, she was in the underground. And two, she was in the Goblin King's castle.

But how did she get to this room? She looked around and found that it was surprising a nice place. From what she had seen the last time she was here she was expecting something, well, dirty, and unkempt. But to be honest all she had seen before of the castle was the throne room and the mad room with all the stairs. This room looked like it was made for royalty. The bed was a huge four poster bed with satin sheets of the deepest blue. There was a table with a bowl, and a pitcher of water both of which looked hand crafted. The sink that held the bowl was held by a stone goblin whose eyes were closed. Strange, but she liked it. She also noticed an amour with the same kind of carvings, and looked to be made of marble.

Sara looked down and noticed she was wearing a silk blue gown that matched the sheets on the bed. In the far corner she noticed a screen depicting a battle scene that appeared to be hand woven. She stepped closer to the screen and looked at the picture. It appeared to be a battle between fairies and goblins. She dared a look behind it. Sara laughed. She couldn't believe it; in this old castle was a toilet behind the screen. Complete with a toilet paper roll on the wall and a magazine rack on the wall behind it. There didn't appear to be any reading material there though. But she was thankful for the chance to use the toilet.

After she had finished she walked over to the sink to wash her hands. She jumped back as she realized that the sink was breathing. "Oh!" she crouched down and looked at the carving. The carving looked back at her. Sara fell on her behind. The statue holding the sink closed its eyes again. "Hello" she addressed the sink. "Hello?" The statue remained unmoved, yet gently breathing. Sara didn't have time for this. She remembered what Jareth had said to her. She stood shaking with rage over the comment about Toby. Damn him for being right.

"Well first things first, I need to find something to wear." Sara walked towards the amour and looked for a handle. The closest she came was a finger that seemed to stick out of the goblins in the stone. Steeling herself for what she thought would be another shock she held the finger and pulled. To her surprise the door opened. "Huh." She was waiting for the statue to come alive, but it didn't.

Inside was a whole wardrobe filled with cloths, and in the bottom were her own jeans, and a tee shirt. "Thank goodness!" Sara grabbed the clothes and started to undress. But then she remembered the sink. She took the clothes over to the screen, and started to dress.

It looked like she was stuck here. At least fro awhile. Jareth had yet to tell her what his demands were, but she was being kept here for a reason. She knew that had to be the case. Or else, why was she still here? Why couldn't she just go back home. Sara stood in her clothes and thought again. "I wish I were back home." Nothing happened. Not even the bump that she got last night. "I've got to try and get out of here."

She walked to the windows, and noticed that they were in fact doors. She could see to her left the garden she was in last night, and off in the distance was a gate. Sara looked at the gate and sighed. It looked like if she was going anywhere she would have to go back into the labyrinth.

Jareth snapped awake. He felt Sara try and leave again. But this time it was different. Almost half heartily. He smiled and lay back on his bed comfortable with the knowledge that she wouldn't be going anywhere. A young goblin softly knocked on the door. All too soon it would be Sara to bring him breakfast in bed.