Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth and I don't suspect that I shall ever own anything to deal with it.

A/N: I know, I have not updated this story in like forever and a day, but I have just not had the inspiration to write on it. I'm sure you know how it is. LOL! Read long and prosper.

Chapter Thirteen: Moving Up The Wedding…

The next few weeks flew by for both Sarah and Jareth. Jareth was busy trying to contact Sarah, but she never answered his calls, whether he showed up on her doorstep or tried to contact her through the gift he had given her. The one small consolation he had was knowing that she had not thrown it away. But it was little comfort to his ever-growing worries. As for Sarah, she made a decision which she knew might seem rash to others, but to her, it was absolutely necessary.

She had moved up her wedding to Bryan. They were to be married soon. Now, it was two days before the wedding and Sarah was growing more uneasy with each passing second. And now, on one of the rare nights when Bryan was with her, she could not bring herself to think of the man beside her. All she could do was think about that infernal Fae. Blast him!

"Sarah, my love?" he whispered as he looped his arm through hers. She looked up at him, as though he had startled her out of her reverie.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry," she replied, looking away. "Was I drifting off again?"

"Yes," he replied. "It seems as though you've been doing a lot of that lately. Is something wrong?" Sarah reclaimed her arm and stopped. They were now halfway across the small bridge. She had so many memories on this bridge, and most of them had been about the Labyrinth. She stared out onto the small body of water running beneath the bridge.

"I suppose I've just been under a lot of pressure lately, that's all. You know, with the wedding and everything. I just have to take it easy that is all." Bryan came up to her side and touched her elbow.

"Do you need more time?" he asked. She looked up at him and simply smiled.

"No, I don't," she replied. "Perhaps I'll feel better once we actually get married." Bryan smiled.

"Does that mean we should move up the wedding?" he asked excitedly. Sarah read this as marital bliss, but it wasn't. If only she'd known about the plan. If only she had known of how he would marry her and then leave her, with all her money and another on his arm.

"We already did that once, must we bother everyone else with moving it up even further?" she asked. He sobered.

"Well, we don't have to," he said. "I just figured the sooner we get married, the happier I'll be." She laughed as she placed her arms around his neck.

"If that is what you wish, then that is what will happen," she replied before kissing him.

Ooooooooooo

The next day…

Hoggle hurried as fast as he possibly could, considering how short his legs were. It seemed to take an eternity before he reached Jareth's throne room, bursting through the doors.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" He exclaimed. Jareth looked up from what he was doing.

"What is it now, Hoggle?" he asked. He was preparing to leave to Sarah's house once more to plead that she listen to him.

"I have important- OAF!" Hoggle fell over his own two feet and landed hard upon the ground. Jareth went over and helped him up.

"Calm down, Hoggle," he said. "What is so important?" Hoggle breathed deeply as he tried to regain his composure.

"Sarah! She's moved up the wedding date!"

"I know that, Hoggle," sighed Jareth in exasperation. He stood and went for his window. "She's getting married tomorrow."

"NO!" cried Hoggle. "She's done it again! She's set to marry in two hours!"

"WHAT?" Jareth cried as he turned and stared at Hoggle, wide-eyed. "She is?" Hoggle nodded frantically, looking like a bobble-head.

"Yes, Jareth," he responded. Jareth turned to the window and jumped out of it, transforming into an owl. He had a wedding to stop.

A/N2: Okay, there you go. I'll update whenever I get more inspiration for it, I promise! Always Hopeful