Disclaimer: It's only a movie. It's not much at all. Way can't you sell it to me. No one can blame you, cause this movie totally rocks. But don't tell me it don't hurt, cause it hurts like hell. Hahaha… I hope I can't get sued for that. Yea still no copyright. I don't own it, you don't own it… let's keep it at that.

AN- Hello to all jut some quick thank you's to everyone. Norehnka I miss you. I know you went away for a few weeks, but now you'll have a whole bunch of chapters waiting for you when you get back. xSugarcoatedxStarlightx You quickly stepped in when Norehnka left me and you are so awesome. I love reading both of yours reviews and I hope you enjoy the ending. notwritten thank you for reminding me to smile. Mysteriamoon Princess of the Fae Dark Wolf Flame where did you go? I love you all and thank you to all those reader that are out there that have indeed been reading, I would love to be able to properly thank you. You can leave an anonymous review, like rabid fangirl. Which I find funny since she's the only one that left a review unsigned, but didn't seem to be actually enjoying the story all that much. You can think of Larizel as you like, but it's my story and if you are unhappy don't read it. Anyway... I love you I love you I love you and I can't wait to hear your thoughts at the end. Even if it is totally bashing this story.

Chapter 16: All That's Forgotten

He paced his thrown room back and forth. His steps quicken then slowed his thoughts racing. What was he to do? On one hand he had Sarah who he had loved for what seemed like decades even centuries. She challenged him, bringing him to his knees. She had a spell over him long before she defeated him and for that… he loved her. On the other hand though Sarah had nearly destroyed his Labyrinth and him, causing nothing but chaos for seventeen years. Then there's Larizel, a beautifully deadly Fae that he knew he shouldn't have feelings for, but found her intriguing nonetheless. With her latest sacrifice for him even by blood he couldn't hate her, but it was still so much more. Why would she willingly give her life to restore the Labyrinth to him? He would admit that initially he planned to simply use her to regain control over the Labyrinth and defeat Sarah, but now he found himself drawn to her for many different reasons, one most definitely being her latest actions showing that she obviously had feelings for him. That kind of devotion is nearly unheard of, especially from a Fae. What was he to do? The realization over took him; he had found himself in love with two women, and both of them lay in a bed unconscious on opposite sides of the castle. He just knew this wasn't going to turn out well.

Sarah woke to sunlight coming from an open window carve into a stone wall. She felt the silky sheets beneath her body; she ached from head to toe. The sheets were deep royal blue with silver accents covering the most comfortable bed she had ever slept on. As she began to sit up she saw her attire and found it strangely familiar. She felt she looked quite a bit like a particular person she once knew. Slowly she started taking in her surroundings and found herself taken aback. "Wait, where am I?"

"You are in the Underground." His accented purr startled her as her head spun around to find him leaning against the wall of the doorway. He made her heart pound and body quiver.

She looked at him confused. "How did I get here?" Her voice held no emotion, just words.

"Don't you remember?" He teased her. Playing the villain she always knew him to be. He was still savoring his victory. (At someone else's cost, he reminded himself) She felt as if she just came out of a dream, as if she just ate another peach. Why couldn't she remember anything? It was as if she had amnesia and forgot her entire life. She knew who he was and who she was, but not much more. He cocked his head to the side in amusement. "You really don't remember anything do you?" She shook her head. This was quite unexpected to the Goblin King and he quickly tried to figure out what he should do. He swiftly regained control of the situation. "Well well, this is very fascinating."

"What is?" She felt that she should be insulted, though not sure why.

He shook his head. "All in due time. There's the bathroom." He indicated to the shut door across the room. He looked over her clothing admiring the similarity of his own. He had to admit she wore it well. "I have left more appropriate clothing for you in the closet. I'll come back and check on you momentarily." With that he left her to her own devices.

Sarah looked over her clothing again in the mirror. "Why am I dressed like this? Why do I look so much older?" She questioned her reflection, but it had no answer to give. She stepped into a fully created bathroom. Though everything was made of stone like the rest of the castle it had a toilet, shower, tub, and sink, all with running water. She found it quite out of place in such a castle, but figured it was rude for her to have expected otherwise. What did she know? She stripped off her black boots and skintight leather pants. Undid her leather corset and removed her black poet shirt before slipping gratefully into a shower of warm refreshing water. It felt as if she hadn't had a nice shower in so long.

On the opposite side of the castle Larizel slowly opened her eyes. She couldn't move, her body felt so weak. As she lay partially on her stomach with her eyes she looked down at what she laid on and saw burgundy crushed velvet and black satin assuming she was in her bed at the castle, but how? She tried to just roll her body over to her back, but still no luck. Her arms felt heavy and partially numb as if her entire body had fallen asleep. She felt his hand trace down her wrist with a gloved finger. "You are safe Larizel." His voice soothed her. "Just rest. You went through quite a difficult ordeal and you are nowhere near recovery. Just sleep precious one. I will protect you." She felt herself slip into slumber once again. Too exhausted to dream, too illusive to not.

Sarah came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body as she swung open the closet door. She looked through the simple maiden dresses that hung on the racks. Realizing there were no pants in the wardrobe she half considered putting back on her black attire, but thought a moment on it. She felt like she had waited an eternity to be with Jareth, just be near him. She found herself wanting to wear a dress for him. 'It's not like I'm wearing a gown it's just a dress.' She fussed at herself. After sifting once more through she pulled a cream-colored cotton dress. It was light and airy reminding her of her dress she played in at the park. Just very plain with long draping sleeves and long skirt that just grazed the ground. Laced up the back and slightly torn down in the front. After lacing it up to fit her body she watched in the mirror as she turned around and around over again in amazement. 'Since when do I have such a body? Perhaps the Underground has aged me, or have I been here that long and forgotten so much?' She felt a little overwhelmed and frustrated at her memory loss. 'What happened to me?' She heard a tap at her door. Her voice was very calm and controlled. "You may enter." Since when did she speak like that? She felt like a different person. She didn't know how to explain it she just wasn't the self she knew. She was something different, more arrogant and confident, but in a selfish, childish way.

He stepped into the room gracefully. He wore his normal attire. From his knee-high boots, black breeches, burgundy waist jacket with it's high collar that raised to his ears before folding over the ends. A black and violet cloak that glittered gold hung down his back. He wore a loosely fit white poetic shirt that cascaded out of the cuffs of his sleeves that were finished off with his black leather gloves. His hair as always was wild as the wind with wisps of blond and silver here and there. He was like a dangerous animal that you delighted in seeing so close, but feared for every breath you take and there he stood in all his glory. It was at that moment that she realized she had been standing there staring at him for far too long.

He smiled at seeing her in the dress. He could have guessed that was the one she would pick. Regardless of everything past and present, she still held on to their first meeting. It was the time when she remembered the most. Now she stood in his castle knowing nothing of the last 17 years. How was he going to tell her what happened? Or should he tell her at all? At this point he could tell her anything and she would probably believe him. Or so that was what he thought.

He was the first to break the silence with a devious smile across his lips. "I see you found everything to your liking?" He stated it more than asked and he did not wait for her reply as he continued. "I honestly don't know what to do with you Sarah." He began to slowly circle her like a tiger. His steps were pronounced and strategic. Every movement was intentional and well played. His words were a little harsh and cold. "You don't know what havoc you have caused in the last 17 years."

Her face showed puzzlement and her discomfort of him circling with his seductive eyes watching her. Noting her every breath. "Seventeen years?" Her voice was small as she tried to force herself to remember something, anything.

His wicked smile once more appeared on his slightly amused face. "Yes, for 17 years you have reigned over MY Labyrinth. You have caused damage that will take years to restore. Would you like to see for yourself?" She knew she didn't want to but he left her no choice as he laid his arm across her back and directed her to the window. His voice held anger and just a touch of pain, but remained calm as he leaned into her ear from behind. The whisper he used was vindictive and hateful leaving heat on her neck and ear making her shiver. "Do you see what you have done?"

She brought her hands to her mouth to stop the gasp, but she was too late. Tears began to weld up in her eyes. "How did I do this? I couldn't possibly have done this on purpose."

"Oh you didn't?" His tone was mocking her. "Well you did. Nothing can change that." He took her by the arm, ignoring her initial question, wrapping it around his own escorting her towards the door. "Come, dinner has been prepared." She allowed him to lead her down the hallway in a daze.

She couldn't wipe the vision she was shown of the Labyrinth from her mind. The crumbled walls, the dead black trees, everything seemed so devastated. Her thoughts were broken as they stepped into a room lighted by only torches. A long table stretched out in the center of the room. It was set for two to dine from either end of the table. He walked Sarah to her seat and scooted her chair in as she sat before sauntering over to his own seat. With a clap they were brought one dish after another. The dinner was quite different from the one he shared with Larizel, not as intimate. They ate until they were full with no words spoken. When they were finished he stood and walked over to her, but not to help her to her feet. He slid her chair out hovering over her placing his hands on the arms of the chair locking her in her seat, his mismatched blue and black glaring stare burrowing into her hazel eyes. "So what am I to do with you?" He acted as if she could answer the question.

"I'm not even sure what I have done." She pushed him away from her and stood to her feet.

He was caught off guard by her approach, but recovered quickly. "I have shown you what you have done." He pointed his finger to a window in the room. His eyes darkened as he once more thought of the destruction of his kingdom. The destruction that she forced upon the Labyrinth and the Labyrinth lay unforgiving. Jareth could feel its anger urging him to remove and banish the girl, woman, Sarah from its presence.

"Yes you have, but why? How? I couldn't have the power to do this if you didn't allow me to. I would guess it was your own fault." Her anger was fantastic he thought.

"It doesn't matter, because it's over now. The question remains. What am I to do with you? You can't stay here." Speaking the words out loud sounded as if he just had a revelation of this information. "With what you have done, you can't stay. It will only make it harder on me." He felt the pain in his soul. As much as he wanted her to stay the Labyrinth wouldn't allow it, so he couldn't allow it.

She felt hurt by his words. "Why?"

He just looked at her with an empty fury in his eyes and grabbed her by the arm nearly dragging her to her room and half tossed her in. "This is why." He simply stated as he shut her door behind him. She stood dumbfounded and walked to the door not ready to let this conversation end on that note. She didn't hear him lock it, but her door surely wasn't opening. In anger she tossed her body onto her bed giving out a loud groan. "Dammit, it's not fair!"

He marched through the castle fuming. His anger rotated back and forth between Sarah and the Labyrinth. Aggravated with Sarah for what she has done and frustrated with the Labyrinth's response to her being there. Since his powers had returned he became quite aware of its feelings and it was leaving him with a headache that would not reside. All because of Sarah's actions there was nothing he could do. The Labyrinth has deemed her unforgivable and that alone did make Jareth miserable. He didn't necessarily want her to go, but what choice did he have?

Larizel opened her eyes once more. Though she woke up this time on her back she still couldn't find the strength in her to sit up in the bed. She did however have the ability to move more simple muscles, her face, fingers, etc. She felt a gloved hand touch her face as she looked to whom it belonged to.

He smiled at her showing his sharp teeth, but it actually looked genuine, even though his eyes showed a sadness. His voice was quiet as if his voice could break her. "Do you have any idea what you have done? You could have died Larizel." His tone was a little scowling.

Her voice was small as she found the ability to talk. "I know."

He shook his head at her partially annoyed. "Why?" He didn't miss the thought that Sarah just asked him the same question and he couldn't bare to give her an answer.

But Larizel did give hers in a concerned voice. "Because I didn't want to see you hurt anymore."

His breath left his lungs as he knew exactly what she was talking about. The dream she had of his pain. She had seen it with unguarded raw unleashed emotion, the pain that Sarah had left him in and knowing that was the reason she would have given her life for him just made him damn himself and Sarah that much more. "I'm sorry Larizel." It was barely audible, but he knew she heard him as he watched her drift once more into her oblivion with a faint smile lingering on her lips and in his mind he heard her. "I have nothing more to give you Jareth… for I have given you all of me."

AN: So is everyone ready for the end? Again, this took on a mind of it's own. It was never the ending I had thought of since the very beginning, even up to two chapters ago, but when it came to it… the ending is what it became. Hope you guys will like it.