A/N: okay so i was meant to post this last nite but didn't get round to it..sorry...i am still unsure of the plot so please bare with me maybe i should of startd my first fic as a 1 shot...silly me

anyway the main reason i thought of Sarah's dad as abusive is that i have read fics about her self harming etc so she is damaging herself and i just thought o maybe do one as someone else is hurting her. thankyou for the reviews by the way very happy:D i have writen 2 more chaps in draft but im having a writers block...anyway hope you like this chap nd the next 2 when they are uploaded

Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth or anything to do with it.

She was speechless, she couldn't…she was so confused. No she was imagining it. He wasn't there now, standing in front of her, calling her name. It's because she was thinking about the Labyrinth that's why she can see him. 'I'm going mad.' She thought.

'Sarah, I'm not imaginary, I am here.' His response was as if he had just heard her thoughts. 'Why are you crying?...and why is there blood over your face?' He slowly reached his gloved fingers to her face but she pulled away quickly before he could touch her.

'What are you doing here?' her voice sounded dry and empty, reflecting how she looked, just like an empty shell. Her mask she had practiced for so long was over her face once more. Jareth carefully stepped to the side of Sarah and took a seat on the ledge next to her, turning his body towards her. 'I come Aboveground to get away for a while. I find this spot calming and soothing. I saw a girl enter the park and sit here, as I continued to stare I noticed she was crying. I was making my way over to see if she was alright and it was only as I got closer I noticed it was you.'

She said nothing, just looked down at her hands. She hadn't even moved when he had sat next to her not even a flinch.

Jareth's heart was breaking as he studied the vulnerable girl in front of him. Oh how she had changed. She looked beautiful even while crying, her hair and eyes were the same however dark circles trapped the eyes that showed her pain. She had lost her baby face and looked like a grown up women, her body had developed too, all her curves in the right places. She was looking frightfully pale though like she hadn't eaten in years and was on the very skinny side, her bones were sticking out too much than usual.

'I thought you would have forgotten me…' her voice broke his trail of thought. He looked up at her tear shed face smeared with blood. He took off his glove and slowly placed his hand on her cheek, with his thumb wiping away a stray tear and a bit of blood. She didn't flinch but he felt to his surprise, her lean in ever so slightly. 'I could never forget you.' She looked down at her palms and slowly started to rub the wound, Jareth followed his eyes down to the cut and he let slip a small gasp. He slowly took hold of her injured hand. 'Sarah, who did this?'

'It's nothing,' she whispered. She tried to pull her hand away but Jareth firmly held her hand. He slowly bought her hand closer on his lap and placed his free hand just above hers. Sarah was feeling a rush of dizziness, she couldn't decide if that was his doing or from the wound on her head. She looked at her hand again and could see the wound had gone. 'Thank you' was let out through a whispered sob, yet he still didn't let go of her hand but entwined his fingers through hers.

Jareth could not bear to let go, just from holding her hand small tingles we travelling through his body. He was still concerned as the cut had looked deep. He continued to stare at her hand when he realised there on her wrist, he saw what looked like a bruise. No! He was imagining it…was he …he had to check. He cautiously lifted the sleeve of her cardigan.

Sarah let out a gasp and quickly looked away in the opposite direction. She was embarrassed by her injuries, it was showing her as weak. Oh how she wanted to just leave, but something made her stay. She looked back to see him staring at her. Jareth found bruises that looked recent, with nail marks on the inside of her wrist. 'Someone has done this to her!' Anger flared under his eyes for a moment, but it disappeared as he realised it would be best to stay calm. He looked up waiting for her to turn round back to him. She turned her head round and met his eyes. A small breeze rushed around the park which had adjusted Sarah's hair, so it was all behind her back revealing her neck. More bruising was visible, finger marks. Jareth could not believe it. 'Sarah, who is doing this to you?'

No answer. Her mask was in place over her face, showing no emotion. 'Sarah, don't use that mask of yours, you are in the presence of the master of masks.' Suddenly without warning she burst out crying. He really hadn't expected that, he thought it would take a lot more to break the mask, this just showed him how fragile she was at this moment. He didn't know what to do… 'Do I hold her…or let her be?' His heart had already made the decision for him, his arm circled around her waist and pulled her ever so gently towards him while the other hand stroked the back of her head. She flinched against his chest but yet she didn't pull away and the tears continued to fall. He looked at his hand that was stroking her head. More blood. As if she knew she cried harder whilst muttering, Jareth could only hear bits. '15 minutes…I didn't mean to.' Jareth moved aside parts of her hair and on the back he found a deep cut, he lifted her off his chest but still didn't fully let go. 'Who did this?' he asked for the final time. 'You wouldn't believe me if I told you.'

'Sarah I know you still see me as the enemy but I'm not, honestly. We are not in the Labyrinth anymore, I'm just an old…acquaintance, who is very worried about you and who cares for you.' Sarah knew she couldn't keep it hidden any longer. 'I think it was easier when no one paid much attention to me or showed any interest.' She thought. She could feel his hand soothingly rubbing her back in small circles that made her feel safer, safer than she has ever felt in a long while. She took a deep breath…

'My Father…'

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