AN: See now look at how fast this one came out. I think I have only one chapter to go with this story, or maybe two. But there isn't much to it. Thank you to those who reviewed and to those who read it. Please let me know what you think, as it may be worthwhile because I shall use it to further refine my writing skills. I have changed the plot a little and as such what I thought would happen this time round won't. Maybe in a sequel? Now: Please read and enjoy!

The Quiet Place

Instead of any shock, he remained a blank canvas. Jareth didn't even flinch, smirk, growl, flex, glare, or seem surprised in the least at her declaration. He shifted smoothly from his spot near the door frame and sat elegantly on the wicker couch, not even having the grace the clash with the blue and white stripes on the cushions. Sarah watched him carefully from her place near the window. Jareth merely arched an eyebrow and indicated to the seat opposite him, and she moved stiffly to sit down.

"Please, do go on." And Sarah tried to figure out if he was mocking her, or if he was simply amusing her for a while. She frowned a little at that train of thought but continued nevertheless.

"Just as I said, I need you to re-order time." Here she paused, wondering if it could be any clearer for him. "For me." And with that she hoped he would acquiesce.

There was silence, stillness. It felt as if an eternity passed after she repeated her favour and yet he still didn't reply. Sarah held her hands across an empty womb and wished that she still had some faith left, because right now she needed to pray that this would work. Jareth stared intensely at her, but Sarah couldn't meet his eyes. The air was tense, or, Sarah was making the air tense waiting for Jareth to say or do anything. Finally, he shifted to prop his head on his hand, leaning his elbow against the arm of the couch.

"I suppose I shall bite." He drawled and Sarah held her breath, and waited for him to continue. "I could ask many questions of you, why you would need time re-ordered being the obvious one of out them; however; precious, I shall ask what I will get in return."

Sarah let out her breath and drew in another before asking "Does this mean you will?" Her eyes lit up, and she felt herself feel that glimmer of hope again. A corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile and he lifted a shoulder in a shrug.

"That depends dearest." And whilst the Goblin King was ambiguous, Sarah refused to let that hope die. "Tell me what I would gain." His eyes met hers, and she shivered at the intensity behind the miss-matched pupils.

"Would it be possible to re-order time?" Sarah met his intense gaze with one of her own, and shifted forward slightly, again feeling tense. If she hadn't been studying his face so carefully (or had every detail of it memorized), Sarah wouldn't have noticed the subtle twitch of the muscles in his jaw, almost as if he was straining to keep a calm temper. This, she decided must be good sign, as angry meant that she have a chance. Why else could he be angry, if not because she had questioned an ability of his…such as being able to re-order the space-time continuum. And thus she was surprised when he left out a soft laugh.

"Sarah dearest," his voice was silk, so smooth and perfect that Sarah wished she could wrap herself in that beautiful texture and hide away from the world.

"I know the real question, the real favour you have in mind. And I shall give you my answers to your questions, provided you ask for them. And in turn," and hear his voice changed, a cliché silk with hidden steel "you will tell me what you believe I have to gain from even entertaining such an enormous favour."

"Fine!" Sarah spat and stood up, watching Jareth proceed to do the same, mimicking and mocking her (how could someone be so graceful?).

"Can you bring her back?" The words were strong, but Sarah wasn't; she felt another splinter fall to the ground. "Can you make my little angel come back? Re-order time so the accident never happened?"

"Now was that so hard precious?" His smirk was infuriating, and made Sarah want to wipe it off his smug face. She was angry that he continued to mock her, continued to see her at her most vulnerable and make light of it. 'At least you feel something' another whisper curled around in her head, giving her pause and the rational to think out her next course of action.

"Please." And with that magical word, she felt all tension leave her. Sarah knew that had been the right thing to say when his eyes gleamed. There was something she couldn't name, some unknown emotion that lay hidden in that particular look of his that surely couldn't bode well for anyone -let alone her – but Sarah managed to disregard it in favour of anticipating his answer.

"You do indeed have manners Sarah; I must admit I am pleased. It makes things a whole lot easier." He indicated for her to sit, and Sarah did so cautiously watching his graceful movements.

"In answer to your question, I must be honest." Here, Sarah felt her heart stop. This was it. "And it is a no."

"What?!" Sarah jumped up and rounded on him. "What do you mean no?! Aren't you meant to be powerful Goblin King? Is it because you can't or won't? Because you hold no power in my life? What do I have to do; do I have to give you that power in order for it to work?" Here she let out moan and let her shoulders slump forward, hands coming up to cover her face. "Or did you lie and you cannot re-order time?" Sarah poked through her fingers to see his reaction to her outburst.

"Your question was precious, if I could bring her back." He reprimanded her and crossed the distance between them in a blink, capturing her hands and bringing them against his chest.

"And no, I cannot. Even we Fae cannot cure death, not if the soul is long gone." His eyes searched hers and Sarah let herself break his gaze, letting out a long keening wail and shaking her head in denial. Her baby girl was gone. She would never have another child in her arms.

"No."

"Sarah." His voice called her from the brink of despair. "That I cannot do, but if you would grant me, whatever I wished; I would render you able to have children again. Reverse the scarring of your womb."

And that lost, hopeless (helpless) feeling vanished. Millions of questions scattered around in her head (how did he know about the scarring? what would he want in return? I can have children? can her little girl really be gone forever? Is her baby's soul happy?), but the whisper came back 'does it matter?' and really that was the only question she cared about.

Sarah looked up at him in awe of his power, of his elegance and of his beauty.

"Jareth," saying his name somehow made the situation more intimate "are you sure it's possible?" Wanting to reassure herself that this wasn't his version of a cruel joke, of some Fae's passing amusement; Sarah had to ask the question.

His eyes positively sparkled now, and Sarah felt the touch of that magick that she sorely missed after living seven years without it.

"Have I ever lied to you precious?" His voice was calm and collected, seemingly unaffected by the whole situation. Yet his leather encased fingers were lightly caressing her own hands which were still in his embrace.

"No. I suppose you never have." Sarah replied after a moment of careful consideration, knowing inherently that it was true.

"Then you must undoubtedly believe me when I say that it is possible to do this."

"Yes, I do." Sarah felt the stirrings of real emotion, raw emotion that had nothing in common with the despair she had been feeling for the past six months, go through her. Still, she had to know what he would do.

"Do you have some fae magick that heals my womb?" She asked curiously. He gave a curt laugh in reply.

"No precious, it would be much more complicated than that." And Sarah could only stare at him as he released her hands and produced a crystal.

"I would have to re-order time, to before the accident occurred. Then I would need to erase the memories of all those involved, so that no one knew you had even had been pregnant to begin with, as your daughters soul cannot be recovered." He paused here and began to toss the crystal lightly from one hand to another. "The whole world would go back to six months beforehand, repeating it, and the only change would be that you were never pregnant and never in an accident, causing you to miscarriage and the scarring."

Jareth let the crystal drop from his fingers and watched as it hit the ground in a sparkle of different coloured lights.

"It would be excruciatingly difficult, but the time will heal your wounds; and will let you be able to move forward with your life. This event will affect lives, many of them. Could change destinies if you change your own" And Sarah watched as he brought his cruel eyes upwards to meet hers yet again. "Though; I just don't see why I should do it, for someone so cruel."

He was mocking her, taunting her. Again she felt that hot white rage slip into her chest, before shock replaced it. How long had it been since she had felt anything other than sorrow? How long had she wallowed in self-pity, letting herself splice into a million pieces?

Now, finally, she had a chance to change it. Sarah hadn't been prepared to be pregnant at 22, but after much soul searching, she eventually considered it a blessing. Then, later that year, to be told she could never have children again, she felt cursed. Sarah felt that her premier negative thoughts had killed her unborn child; that beautiful fetus that had been growing in her, that had tied its life-force to her own.

Could she go through with it? Was she strong enough, selfish enough to re-order time in order to heal herself? Now that the opportunity to fix some of that pain had come, could she do the selfish thing and take it? Ever since her run in the Labyrinth, Sarah had tried to lose that selfishness that she had gotten from her mother. Now, Sarah might have to be selfish, so that she could continue on living. Because she knew that without having her own child, her life would no longer be complete; especially after loosing one so young.

Sarah studied the fae man across from her. He was seductive, powerful, dangerous and promised he could fix her life if she offered him what he wanted. The only issue being that Sarah had no idea what he would ask for. He wanted something in return. 'Whatever he wished' and she would have to grant it, in order to have the chance to have a child.

It truly scared her, not knowing what he would demand of her in return for completely this complex and enormous favour of hers. Hers might starve him, near exhaust him; but what if his killed her? Would it be worth it to gain back some hope? To change her life in such a small way? Sarah knew then what she needed to do next.

"What do you want? If it is within my power, it is yours."