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Chapter 7

I WILL FIND YOU

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Sarah wiped her eyes and placed a hand on her chest taking deep breaths, desperately trying to calm herself.

She had to find him. She wasn't going to let him go that easily; she would do anything she had to, even sell her soul if she had to. "I will find you Toby..."

Sarah pulled a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear, deep in thought. 'Where to start?' she thought to herself.

Toby obviously wasn't in the house. He probably wasn't even in the same world now, knowing her fucked-up life. He was probably in space or something. Where would she find him? A feeling of hopelessness overcame her, and she bit her lip, trying not to cry again.

Then, a thought came to mind.

"Jareth," she whispered. He was her only hope at finding Toby. He was the only one with the powers to see where he was. She felt her pride die inside her, but what could she do?

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Jareth sat on his window seat. The sun was setting slowly over Goblin City; it was indeed a beautiful sight to behold. All was silent. Most of Goblin City was locked away in their homes, enjoying the warmth of the fires lit within, enjoying their family and enjoying life.

He envied them.

He hated to admit it, but it was true. He was always alone. He spent most of his pointless existence in this bloody castle, with only drunk goblins and chickens for company. He looked up at the sky, and noticed the stars that now covered the top half of the sky. He watched as the bright moon appeared from behind a cloud. The wind blew gently, making his pale hair blow into his face a bit.

A heavy sigh escaped his lungs as his mind raced back to Sarah again. Sarah. Even the thought of her name made his heart leap in his chest. He closed his eyes and wet his lips as he leaned his head back against the stone wall. An image of Sarah looking up at him in the ballroom with those defiant, cruel, but beautiful, innocent green eyes came to his mind. Oh, how he loved them. He loved her slightly parted lips, her dark, soft locks, her slender figure, her rosy cheeks, and just her. He loved her. And the more he tried to deny it, the more deeply he fell.

He smirked to himself as he imagined how shocked she'd be to hear this. How her cheeks would redden, how her mouth would gape in an 'o' shape. How her eyes would sparkle with such a sad love. Although, knowing Sarah, she would probably put up a fight and be annoyed at him for confessing his love for her. He chuckled as he thought about her defiant nature, her cleverness, her bravery.

Goddamnit! How could she do this to him? Him, the mighty Goblin King. How was it that, after all the beautiful fae woman whom he had met in his lifetime, none had captured his heart like she had? It would have made things a lot easier if he had fallen for one of those women.

It wasn't like he hadn't found them unattractive, oh no. he had had his fair share of lovers and partners. But never had these women made him feel like his whole world had been turned upside down, like Sarah had. None of them had made his heart beat like thunder in his chest as Sarah had. Never had he felt such love for one woman in all his long life. He was truly deeply in love with her. And he was never going to stop loving her. Why couldn't she see that? She always misunderstood him. Why couldn't she see that everything he'd done, he'd done for her? Why couldn't she see that he loved and adored her?

A sudden pain coursed through his chest, and he flinched, placing a hand on his chest, trying to control the pain with magic. It only seemed to make the pain worse.

Jareth swore viciously. Sweat began to form on his forehead, and he felt nauseous. It was in that moment Jareth realized that the curse had started working on him. And there was nothing he could do about it. A strange tingling sensation worked through his fingers, and Jareth tore the leather gloves from his hands. Blue light seemed to flow out from his fingertips. His magic was leaving him. He groaned in pain and moved to lie upon his bed, only to have his knees weaken, and he stumbled down to the floor.

He could hear a distant voice calling his name. Sarah. Sarah was calling him. And so desperate, too. Maybe she was in trouble. It took all he had to stand up, and it forced his breathing to become labored. But he didn't care. He only had one thought in his mind. Sarah.

The pain got worse as he used his magic to transport himself to her side, because he would do anything for her. Even risk his own life.

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Sarah had called Jareth twice now, and he still hadn't come to her. Sarah cursed herself. Of course he hadn't come! He was the big, bad Goblin King! He didn't care about her. No, to him she was just a bug to be crushed.

Fresh tears clouded over her eyes as panic filled her heart again. How was she going to find Toby without Jareth's help?

Then it occurred to her: he'd taken him. Jareth the Goblin King had taken Toby.

Of course, why hadn't she realized it before? He wanted revenge. He had wanted Toby right from the start; that's why he'd saved her life. To get Toby back.

Sarah screamed angrily and picked up a picture from her vanity and threw it at the wall. The glass shattered and fell onto the floor. Sarah fell to her knees, her hands over her eyes. She sobbed as she realized that she might never see her brother again. He was all she had in the world; he was her baby brother, her son, her friend. Sarah felt a strange tingle in her knees, and she realized after a moment that she had cut her knees on the broken glass that lay upon the floor from the broken picture.

She didn't care. She had lost all her family, and there was nothing more painful than that.

Sarah blinked away a tear from her eye as she noticed a rather large piece of glass sticking out of the picture frame. The picture was of her Dad, Merlin, Karen and Toby. It dawned on her that all the people in the photo were gone. Never to be seen again, they were lost forever. Sarah let out a sob, and she picked up the big piece of glass and held it tightly in her hand and positioned it toward her chest. She couldn't live without them, and she couldn't hurt if she didn't feel.

She sighed sadly and slowly pushed her hand towards her chest...

A cold, leather gloved hand grabbed her wrist so tightly that she was forced to let the piece of glass fall from her hand. She let out a cry as pain ran through her wrist, and she turned her head around to see who had stopped her. The wind howled through the open window, blowing her hair back from her face. Her mouth fell open in surprise when she saw Jareth standing before her, his hair blowing wildly in the wind, glitter and dust swirling around his thin figure. His pale skin looked flawless in the moonlight. His eyes were dim, and dark shadows hung under his eyes. He looked terribly thin. Thinner than she remembered.

He looked... old. He looked tired.

He tilted his head to the side slightly, and Sarah saw how his forehead glistened with sweat, how his lips looked pale.

"Sarah... What have you done?" he said, his voice dry and croaky.

"That's what I should be asking you," she said, surprised that her voice was strong and didn't give out.

Jareth looked confused, and he slowly put a hand over his mouth as though contemplating what she'd just said.

"YOU STOLE TOBY!" She shouted, pleased that he actually jumped.

"What are you talking about?" He rasped out as he felt a pain in his chest again. His fingers were tingling, and he clutched them into fists to keep his magic from leaving from him.

"Don't play innocent, Goblin King! I know you poofed Toby away back to your ugly kingdom! I know you would come back for him, and I know you've come here to make a fool outta me. That, or you've come to torture me for everything I did when I was 15, but I promise you this, Jareth: you may have taken Toby, you may have come here to kill me, but I promise you this, you will never ever find happiness. You will rot and die like the animal you are. Just an animal! And when I'm dead, I will haunt you, and I will make the rest of your sad life a living hell!" she shouted as tears streamed down her face. She snarled at him, baring her teeth like a predator ready to kill its prey.

Jareth swallowed, her harsh words playing over and over in his head, and he felt his eyes water, before he felt anger build up inside him, boiling over. He snarled back at her.

"Are you really so stupid that you would think I'd come here to kill you when I'm dying?! Does that stupid little head of yours actually believe that I stole your little brat of a brother! Why would I want to do that? All I have done I've done for you! I have saved you twice from your stupidity! I have come to your realm in my dying state because I heard your cry for help, and even though you have broken my heart, I have come to you. But you're such a conceited little girl who can't even go a day without drinking herself into oblivion. A girl who can't even babysit her brother for one night without wishing him away to a man in a book she read! Sarah Williams, you are not worth my time!" he shouted loudly.

Jareth had let out all the pent-up anger and hurt he had felt for the last six years scream out of him, letting his cruel words cut his beloved as she looked up at him from the floor, her bare legs cut and bleeding heavily, just like her hands. Big tears spilled over and over from her green eyes, and her lip trembled.

He felt his heart ache at what he'd just said to her. What had he done? Why had he said that?

Slowly he knelt down beside her. She whimpered, as though she was scared, and she backed away from him, glass cracking under her hands as she did so. He leaned forward quickly, gathering her up into his arms. He moved across the room and sat down on the edge of her bed, her body still curled up into his lap.

"Sarah, forgive me," he whispered his voice breaking slightly. He pulled her hair out of her face and placed his gloved hand on her cheek.

Sarah clutched onto him with her bloody hands, and his white poet shirt was stained with blood from her cut hands. She pulled herself close to him and threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder.

Jareth hugged her tightly against him. One of his hands was on the small of her back, with the other holding her head against him.

He felt so weak, but he didn't care about himself, only the beautiful woman he held in his arms. After her sobs had calmed, she pulled away from him slightly. She swore when she saw the blood on Jareth's shirt, and she looked at her hands. Jareth took her hand in his then. Sarah winced in pain. Jareth ripped the bottom of his shirt and wrapped the fabric around her hands. Then, he took off his gloves. Sarah stared at his naked hands in awe as she saw the blue light that shone out through his fingertips.

He placed his ungloved hand upon her own, and she shivered as she felt a tingle work through her body.

"What are you doing?" she asked weakly, the pain in her knees and hands getting worse and sorer by the minute.

He didn't answer. Instead, he closed his eyes, in deep concentration. Sarah watched as her own hands became blue. She studied his pale face; he looked so ill. So tired. She could just make out sweat glistening on his forehead as though whatever he was doing was causing him pain. She swallowed hard.

Jareth opened his eyes and started to remove the fabric from around her hands. When Sarah looked at her hands, she gasped, unable to believe what she had just witnessed. Her hands were healed. Completely healed, as though it had never happened. When she looked up at him, she realized she must have been staring for quite some time, and she blushed, which he seemed to enjoy. A smug smile tugged at his lips, and he chuckled softly.

"How did you do that?" she asked, still stunned at what he had done with his hands.

He seemed amused by this, and he tilted his head to the side, which made Sarah blush harder.

"I healed you," he said, all matter of fact.

"But how? I mean, there's not even a scar left," she said, looking at her hands once again.

Jareth smiled softly, looking more tired than she had ever seen him before.

"I healed you, Sarah. With my magic." His voice trailed off as though he was suddenly sad. Then he started wrapping the fabric around her knees. Sarah whimpered in pain.

"This might hurt a little, Sarah, but when I have completed this, your knees will be healed," he said, putting his pale hand onto her legs.

Sarah watched, fascinated as the magic flowed through his fingers and healed her knees. After about two minutes, Jareth groaned as though in pain, and he pulled away from her legs quickly. His breathing was shallow and labored as he unwrapped the fabric from around her knees. He sighed as he looked at them.

"I'm afraid you have a couple of scars...my magic...it's not what it used to be," he said weakly.

Sarah looked down at her knees; they were all healed, except for the white scars.

She smiled at him sadly. "Thank you."

Jareth seemed taken aback by her words, and he smiled almost lovingly at her.

"We... have much to talk about, but before another word is said, I must say this: Sarah, I don't have your brother. I would never have taken him from you unless you asked it of me. And I would never harm you, not ever and I never will," he said. His eyes searched her own.

More tears glassed her eyes as she thought about how rude she had been to him before, when all he did was try to protect her. A tear escaped her eye, and a gloved hand went to her cheek, wiping away the tear gently.

"We need to talk, but you need to rest. You've had a shock," he said, standing up and walking towards the door.

Sarah quickly followed him. "I can't, Jareth... I can't. Toby has been kidnapped, and I can't sleep knowing he is somewhere out there, afraid, and...I need your help before it's too..." her voice trailed off as she tried not to cry again.

Jareth sighed. He needed to rest. He was weak, and using his magic to heal Sarah had made him feel wearier than ever, but how could he deny her? He couldn't.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, seeking to comfort her.

"Alright. Sarah, I think I know who took Toby."

End of Chapter 7

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