Author's note: Thank you and stuff. It took me some time to write this chapter. I've been sick. Sorry. I really like writing this chapter. There is a really good dream in here and if you don't get it then its okay it will all an out later. It will be really great to get these stories on computer. I have to give props to Cataira. Without you and diet coke these stories wouldn't be anything. Just a little bit about this chapter. The chapters are going to get a little more graphic and be at the point of view of Eve. I know some readers don't like that but hey! Just read. LOVE Anyway. Enjoy!

Chapter 5

One needs to feel that one's life has meaning, that one is needed in this world

Giving herself a great stretch with her eyes still closed Eve woke up in the soft bed her mother had put her in last night. Not getting up right away she observed her surroundings of the room and outside the giant windowpane, which showed the goblin city. She had heard the loud demolish of Jareth's office and whatever else that came in his path. Her mother Sarah had said goodbye and told her she would be back soon. Eve had lived with her mother her whole life with the thought that her mother was the best influence for her. Her mother had told her at the age of eleven why she had left her father. Beyond that moment Eve only knew that Jareth was her father and her mother had left him for an unknown reason. She had yet to see the full wrath of her father. With fear and doubt creeping into her mind Eve lifted herself from the large and glorious canopy bed to face the day.

"First things first." She told herself hoping no one was listing to her muddier to herself. "Cybele, can you help me?" She yelled into the ceiling.

"Child I am the mother of the mountains, there is no need to shout." The kind voice came from behind Eve with the sound of wind and leaves rustling together. "What can I help you with, my dear child?" Eve meet the blue eyes of the old Deity in all her glory. Her robs were all white. Her hair was green with a mixture of gray as the grass, which covered the small patch of ground where she stood. The bottom hem of her tonic was brown as soil and below her naked feet lay a patch of rural lawn.

"Cybele." Eve moved toward her with open arms for a hug. "You are like another mother to me. "Now in her arm Eve nestled herself into Cybele's body. "What am I to do?" Eve closed her eyes in hope to loose herself in the old woman's arms, with the wish to escape to the ancient runes that she used to play in with so may of nymphs, fairies, and elves. Cybele pulled away at looked at Eve eye to eye.

"Child I know what you face. The all the worlds know what you must confront and I am deeply saddened that you must face it alone." Eve turned away from her and sat back on her bed putting her head down.

"How can I do anything to change him? I'm just a child." Eve knew this was the doubt that was holding her back. Cybele sat beside Eve and put an arm behind to comfort her. The Sunshine was now throughout the room glistening it with golden rays the wind blow in.

"Look young one, do you trust your mother?"

"Yes of coarse." She did trust her mother, she didn't know why she had to do this alone. "But why alone?" Eve asked, Cybele smiled.

"Because, you are the only one who could change him Eve. Believe it or not small sixteen petite you; can save a man that troubled. I trust you can do it, your mother believes in you Vanatari believes you can do it and…" Cybele whispered in to Eve's ear. "Demetrious trusts you can too." She said with coy smile. Eve smiled too. She felt the straight to tackle her father.

"Thank you Mother Cybele. You help me so much."

" I am here when ever you need me." She placed a kiss on Eve's forehead and stood up. " I promise, a wise mind knows that unpleasant events are blessed opportunities for growth in disguise."

"That's what everyone say when you have to do something difficult." Eve replied. With a smile and an air kiss she disappeared with a windstorm of leaves and dirt. Eve took a breath of hope and swallowed with the faith that Cybele was right.

In the shadows and dark space of Jareth's office was the Goblin King passed out from all the screaming and howling he had done. The nightmare that had been his life was in his dreams.

Jareth was in the Jumo's Garden looking at Sarah, pregnant with their child. She was smiling at him. Had she left him? Was it all a dream? He walked near her. He wanted to touch her again. He wanted to feel her heart beating for him again. The sun was out and nothing was going to become between him and his love anymore. Sarah's smile changed from a smile to a frown. She had pointed at his hands, which were covered in blood. She screamed but Jareth could not hear it, he reached out as to say he could wash it off. In his hands was the long sward that he had used so long ago to kill those women. Sarah was in the rain with a tiny baby in her arms. She wasn't in Jumo's Garden anymore. She was inside the same hallway they met in last night. Why did she leave? The queen of the elves takes Sarah into a door. She turn's before disappearing into the dark, Jareth stared at Sarah's brown eyes. Jareth could only hear a few words she said. I loved you, I did what you said, I fear you Jareth. I don't need you as my slave. She turned a left.

The sand and sun was beating down on Jareth's skin. He was in a dessert. Jareth took his white shirt off to cool himself off. A body in the horizon came to him; it was Eve. Her brunette hair free in the air and a white tonic covering her, she smiled at him. Why are you smiling? Jareth didn't know if he spoke it or thought it. Because I know something you don't know. She answered back; she didn't look hot at all. The heat was making Jareth very red and tired. And what 's that? The coy smile wanted to appear on him lips but the warmth of the sun was staring to make Jareth's mind a little fuzzy. You will find the lost soul. You don't know it yet. It will be found and it will be you who will return it. Jareth was confused. Do you mean me? Or Sarah? Who? Eve smiled wide were it made her eyes squint. Yes. Eve walked up to Jareth and put her hand to his cheek. Jareth felt the cool serene feeling that came from her hand. He closed his eyes and lost himself in her touch. He looked into her eyes. The same eyes which looked back at him. She raised her hand as if to slap him. The icy pain on Jareth's cheek was marked with a red palm print.

Jareth woke up dripping wet. A slight tingling feeling of the slap was left on his cheek. Gaining as much composer of himself Jareth looked at the damage that he had done to his office. Taking a crystal from his sleeve Jareth sent it across the room. It took a full ten minutes for the room to return to its former glory. Jareth changed from the white shirt and blue pants to the black shirt and black pants. Jareth's mood was not in a good place and he felt black was the befitting color to match it. Walking outside his office tiny goblins and fae's tried not to stare at the fuming mad king, but to just move from his path of destruction. (Just another day in paradise) All he wanted to do today was sit in his throne room and capture little children, which was his favorite thing to do on days like this. He reached the doorway into the throne room and froze. It was clean. What the fuck? No more chickens or dogs, or messy little goblins that throw food at the walls. No more chickens! There in the middle of the circle stone room was Eve cleaning and dusting off a clock that hung on the wall. To Jareth she looked like Sarah so much with her hair in her face and with her attentiveness to detail. She had gone through the old closets from Sarah's room and found a long white dress shirt and wore a pair of baby blue jeans under them. If Jareth had moved he didn't know it but she looked up and peered at Jareth, she smiled. Those same eyes that he had seen in his dream. Nightmare. He felt the impression he should hug her, but he ignored the sentimental emotion and changed the shocked expression on his face to a harsh one.

"Where the hell is my god damn chickens?" He yelled at her. Her smile still remained but there was some kind of movement behind her eyes. She straightened her back and put a dirty rag into her right back pocket. She was clearly all the way across the room. The space between them seemed to speak in the silence before she spoke.

"Your chickens are now returned to the goblins that you stole them from. They will soon be able to lay eggs after they…" Eve made revolting movement with her face. "All cleaned out. The dogs as well have gone back to the goblin city were they belong." Eve went back to cleaning the clock reaching toward the top of it and waiting for Jareth to explode. This was the first experience with him; and how he would react to her would be very exciting.

Jareth didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to feel. Anger. Rage. He felt like laughing. Jareth didn't want this little girl (forget the fact that she was his daughter) to change his life style. Who was she to change it? "Stop it!" It wasn't a yell but more of a forceful request. Eve stopped a moment and look at him again. Damn! How was he able to stop her with those eyes? "I don't want you to clean anything!" Now he was yelling. He walked up and took the small rage from he hand. Eve looked shocked at him and stepped back but just a little. "Get out of my throne room! You don't belong here!" He yelled into her face. Eve took the screaming and waited for Jareth to stop and paused before she spoke. She smiled at him.

"Good morning." She said. Jareth's anger spilled over onto the floor of his crazed mind.

"GET OUT!" He yelled again throwing glass crystals at the floor. Eve stood her ground and didn't flinch as the crystals shattered around her. "Get Out!" Jareth roared again with half the intensity of the first one. "You have no right to change me!" Eve blinked at the remark.

"On the contrary, Jareth." She paused a moment before she moved on. " You are a fuming king that hasn't cared about anyone in sixteen years. What nerve do you have to say that you don't need change? You are a man without love, compassion or self-esteem. You are a rude and malevolent man who needs to be taken down a peg or two." Eve stopped to wait for the fight and yelling that was about to go ballistic. Jareth stood unmoving waiting for her to move or say something or he didn't really know. NO one had ever spoken to him like this ever. Well maybe Sarah did when she denied him in the labyrinth so many years ago, but that was years ago and he was the fucking king of the goblins! And she was… his daughter. She was his daughter from hell. In all that thought Jareth walked away and shouted back before he disappeared. "Fine you do a better job!"

Eve was shocked at the action Jareth had taken. She would need a lot of help if she were to attempt to restore this kingdom.

A/n: What's going to happen? Loves a bunch Faith!