"Jareth, why are we here?" asked Sarah, confused. She had been excited to see Jareth, hungry for more of what he had given her, but the oubliette was nothing like the downy beds of her imagination.
"They don't really love you, you know Sarah." Once again, Jareth was nowhere to be seen, but his voice echoed around the empty room.
"Jareth, I don't know what you mean. You're being ridiculous."
"You know full well what I mean, Sarah. They are only trying to keep you away from me. They are jealous."
"I don't think it's them that are jealous," muttered Sarah, irritated by Jareth's desire for him to be the only person in her life.
"It is true. They are baiting you, to be part of their perfect family, free from magic."
"Jareth, you're being ridiculous." she snapped, "I shall wake you up if you don't appear right now." He did, almost sheepishly, but also proud. He had recovered his strength, and was back to standing with his head high. Sarah almost wished he hadn't.
"They are my family." said Sarah, "Haven't you got a family?" She regretted it as soon as she asked; Jareth never mentioned anything about his personal life.
"No." he answered shortly, "What family I did have is dead." Sarah instantly forgave Jareth.
"Come here," she whispered, sitting down on a rock. Jareth sat beside her, and Sarah pulled his head onto her lap, stroking his hair.
"I'm not a baby," he said, attempting to resist.
"You're my baby," said Sarah, keeping him in place, "and you can't be strong all the time." He kept quite still after that, allowing her to snake her fingers through each tendril of hair.
"My mother." he said suddenly, "I had a mother." Sarah made a small noise.
"My mother died when I was young, too." she said quietly. Jareth suddenly looked uncomfortable, and entirely unsure of what to say. Sarah smiled. She knew she would see much more of the soft side of Jareth.
"What was yours like?" she asked.
"You remind me of her, a little. She was very kind, and beautiful. I'm not even really her son. I was a changeling child, but she still loved me. Even when she found out her true son had been killed." Jareth was silent for a while, "I don't know why she died." Sarah was shocked to see tears forming in Jareth's eyes. He brushed them away quickly, but she had seen, and somehow, this was a step forward. She held him tightly, and rocked him back and forth, as if he was, indeed, her baby. At first he seemed embarrassed, but after a while, this gave way to pleasure, and the Goblin King rested happily in his love's arms.