Disclaimer: I do not own Jareth, the Labyrinth, or any of its inhabitants. I do own anything/ anyone/ anyplace that I created in this fanfic… which I also own… XP nah!

I also do not own Aminta or Mikel. They were both created by Eriks leadinglady and belong to her.

Summary: War is brewing in the Underground and it seems as though Sarah's favorite Goblin King is in the center of it. Alliances are being formed quickly but also broken just as fast. Tension rises in the continuation of Heal Me, Hurt Me!

Warning: Jareth is totally out of character. So is Sarah.

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Last Time:

Kira shrugged. "Guess he had something to do with the paintings in the throne room."

Jareth's eyebrow twitched. "Excuse me a moment Kira." He got to his feet and moment later he was standing in front of Jason, shoving a crystal into the man's hands.

Jason blinked at it before the crystal exploded. When the dust cleared he was covered in bright, colorful –"FLIES OF DEATH!!!!!" Screaming, he took off down the hallway, butterflies fluttering after him.

Sarah grinned and turned to Jareth. "Thank you Jareth."

"Not a problem."

"Aw," they turned to Kira who was clasping her hands together. "Give him a thank you kiss!"

Sarah snarled and leapt at her. "Kira, I'll kill you!!!"

As the two raced off, Kara turned to Jareth. "You do know this won't stop for at least two weeks. Everyone's gonna tease you two."

He sighed heavily. "I know… but hopefully it'll only last a few days, unlike the time Jason tackled you at that party. That lasted what, three months?" Kara scowled darkly and stomped off. Jareth smirked. "Three down."

Alan gave him a moment of glory before chipping in happily, "four million to go!"

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Heal Me, Hurt Me – Part II

By: Kadasa Mori

Chapter 2 (January 5th)

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"Sarah… Sarah… Sarah!" Shrieking, the brunette flew backwards, bouncing off her bed and landing in a pile of blankets on the ground. She blinked… then blinked again then slowly looked up. Clarica grinned, lying across her bed. "Sup?"

Sarah sighed. "You."

She grinned widely and kicked her feet. "Jareth wanted me to wake you up. Something about going to see somebody."

"Huh? Oh… right…"

"Yeah so get up!"

"… I can't."

Clarica eventually helped up the brunette who stumbled towards the bathroom. Only after a bath, new clothes and beating Clarica upside the head with her pillow, did Sarah decide to head towards Jareth's office. He was sitting at his desk, leaning back and staring upside at the window behind him.

She raised an eyebrow and leaned against the doorframe, watching for a few minutes. "Any blood left in your brain?" she asked suddenly. He sat up quickly, head snapping to her before he winced as the blood began returning. She grinned and walked over, flopping into chair opposite him. "So… what's up?"

He scowled at her, rubbing his temples. "We're visiting the person I was writing a letter to the other day."

"We are?"

"You wanted to go, right?"

"Yup! When are we leaving?"

"In an hour. We'll probably be gone till after dinner. If you need something to entertain yourself, make sure you bring it."

She scowled and 'hmph!'ed. "Fine! I will."

Jareth chuckled. "Well go get it. I need to finish a few things before we leave."

"M'kay." She didn't move and he sighed. "Do you think your friend will have cake?"

"His wife will probably make it."

"Oooh! He's married?!"

"Yup."

"Yes! Someone to talk to!"

Jareth sighed and rubbed his temples. "Yes. Now get so I finish this stuff."

"You mean staring out the window?"

He scowled and held up a gloved hand, a cake materializing. "Get." She squeaked and hurried out of the room. Smirking, he turned back to his work.

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A house of modest size, two floors and not that small but not incredibly large either, sat just inside a vast forest. A colorful garden surrounded the house that took up a quarter of the clearing it sat in, a river inside the trees off to the side. It was one of those homes that when you came upon it, your shoulders instantly relaxed from the sheer 'home'-ness it radiated.

Slipping through the back door the predator growled quietly. He crept along the dark hallway towards the kitchen where his prey stood, stirring a pot of soup. He grinned, fangs showing. As silent as a shadow, he slid up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist lifting her off the ground and spinning.

She shrieked gripping his arms, the spoon having flown across the room. He laughed and set her on the ground. She spun glaring at him. "Mr.Meta!" she shrieked.

"Yes Venus?" he asked innocently, a grin spreading across his features.

She pouted. "It's not fair. You have special be quiet abilities."

He grinned widely. "It's not my fault I'm part elvish."

She held her pout for a moment more before a smile broke out across her face and she launched at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and squealing. "I missed you!"

"I missed you as well," he replied hugging her back. He peered around her. "What's for dinner?"

She blinked then shrieked. "My soup!!!" He grinned, watching as she fluttered frantically around the pot before turning down the flame on the stove and hurrying for a new spoon since the old one was currently under the table where she'd flung it.

"It's good to be home," he murmured and was smacked with a spatula in her search for a spoon.

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Dinner was normally a quiet affair for the two, because they were the only ones who lived there. He of course would sit down and begin complaining about the food. He would be instantly swatted before he could get three sentences out and they would enjoy a nice dinner, chatting about someone in town or about what was growing in the backyard. It was the kind of evening that would make a somewhat busy person go insane from the not 'busy'-ness of it, like being on vacation twenty-four seven with all the time in the world to do nothing.

Meta leaned against the doorframe, watching as Venus hummed to herself, putting the finishing touches on the last of dinner. "Did you get our mail today Venus?" he asked, a sudden thought occurring.

"Not yet."

He nodded and headed to his den just down the hall. Running his fingers gently over the small box, he pressed several buttons. A hiss escaped from the box and it slowly opened, a small pile of letters inside. He pulled them out and tapped it close. Flipping through each one, he found his objective and pulled it open, eyes scanning the contents quickly.

A clatter in the kitchen hardly drew his attention, used to Venus' ruckus when she got annoyed with something. The startled scream echoing from the woman made his head snap up. "Venus?!" he shouted. "You all right?"

"META!" she screamed. He dropped the letters and raced for the kitchen, just drawing his sword as he raced through the entryway. At least half a dozen men dressed in black were in there. Venus collided with him as she was trying to run out. He shoved her behind him, holding his sword in front of him. "Six against one huh?" he asked then smirked. "Not very fair odds for you."

"AH!"

He turned quickly as Venus shrieked again then a welcoming grin spread across his face seeing Jareth standing there, one hand on Venus' shoulder, a girl standing behind him. "You're a welcome sight," Meta stated.

Jareth nodded towards the intruders. "Who are they?"

"Dunno." He held up his sword threateningly and grinned. "Shall we?"

Jareth grinned as well. "Now I know you want to slice them but we have better means."

Meta faked a heavy sigh. "All right. No killing." Jareth nodded and they both flew forward. In less than a minute, 5 men were out cold and tied together, the last conscious and looking at them in fury. "So," Meta began. "Who sent you?"

The man spat at them. "I'll never speak to council dogs!" he cried before all six disappeared.

Meta sighed. "Well that was no fun." He turned to Jareth. "Goblin King." Jareth smirked as he was pulled into a tight hug. "It's so good to see you again!"

"You too Meta. How long has it been?"

"Too long. Although your letter stated you would come tomorrow."

"You said you'd be here today. Might as well come today instead of wasting time."

"Just like you," he sighed heavily. "Thanks for that."

"Hn."

Venus walked over and wrapped her arms around Jareth. "Good to see you Jareth."

"You too Venus."

Meta motioned to the woman Jareth had brought along with him. "And who's that?"

Jareth reached out and Sarah stepped next to him bowing slightly, eyes running over them. "Sarah, this is Meta and his wife Venus. Meta and Venus, this would be Sarah Williams." A knowing grin spread across Meta and Venus' faces and Jareth scowled. "Not a word Meta."

"But Jareth," he cried. "She's the only person to ever beat you!"

"Meta!"

"Sarah!" Venus chirped. "It's great to meet you! I've heard all about you from this love struck fool."

"Venus…" Jareth ground out.

Sarah smirked. "Love struck? Ooo. Jareth. Didn't know that. Should've guessed it with the way you turned bright red when Jason started teasing you last night." He sent a scowl in her direction and Venus and Meta laughed. "So, how do you guys know Jareth?"

"We've known him since forever."

Meta grinned. "I got to see him when he was a newborn." Sarah's eyes lit up at possible blackmail.

Jareth growled, mouth opening to spit out some sort of threat when Venus shrieked. "MY SOUP!!!"

All four seemed to realize the black cloud billowing from the soup on the stove was probably a bad sign…

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Sarah smiled, sitting at the table and swinging her feet lightly, watching Jareth and Meta argue over something simple, Venus listening and scolding them both with the threat of her soup covered spoon.

Meta had pale silver blue hair, the short spikey hair glimmering in the dying sunlight coming in through the windows lining one of the walls. His eyes were bright sky blue like a cloudless day. His eyes and hair were both set on a tanned skin face making them glow even more. His smile was warm and loving and full of laughter, kind of like a favorite uncle spotting his favorite niece.

Venus had waist length brown hair that was pulled into a braid right now swinging with her movements as she tried to finish dinner yet again. Her eyes were a deep blue and had either a mischievous rebellious teenager look or a loving and caring best friend-sister look. Next to Meta she looked pale but Sarah knew it was just because he was tanned.

Knowing that in the Underground, looking in your thirties meant you were probably 900 or older. Add to this the fact that Meta had seen Jareth when he was a baby… he was probably over 1,000! With this fact in mind, Sarah made a mental note to ask Jareth later how old they were. A more pressing question was at the front of her mind, one that she needed answered before her brain imploded into itself.

"Is your real name Meta?" she asked suddenly as conversation paused for a moment. All three blinked and stared at her for a moment.

Meta recovered first and laughed. "No. My real name is Himmel Sannin. But ever since I was little I've been fascinated with swordsmanship so my nickname is Meta, short for metal."

"Sannin?" She frowned, recognizing the name but not knowing why. "Sannin… Oh my god! Are you related to Ryoko?!"

Venus turned and looked horrified. "Oh you poor child. You've met Ryoko already?"

Meta laughed. "He's my younger brother."

Sarah blinked then cocked her head one way then the other way before shaking her head. "No. I just can't see the resemblance."

Meta grinned. "Wait till you see us together. We look even less like brothers then." He stretched. "Have you met Jason yet?"

"Yes, of course I have. He practically lives in Goblin Castle."

"If Kara's there, then he is as well," Venus chimed, stirring the second batch of soup. Sarah grinned. "Which probably means Kira's there as well?"

Sarah nodded. "Do they ever spend time in their own castle?"

"Never," Jareth said dully.

Meta laughed. "In all of the years I've known them they haven't."

"And how long have you known them?"

"Quite a few centuries… I was a century old when Jareth was born."

"And Venus?"

"I'm only a few years older than Alan dear so I wasn't fortunate enough to see baby Jareth."

"Does anyone have pictures of him when he was a baby?" Sarah asked. Jareth groaned, rubbing his temples.

"I'm pretty sure Hotaru may have some. Shall we go ask?"

"No!" Jareth barked. "Your soup will burn again."

She blinked then squealed. "My soup!" She paused not seeing it burning. "My soup is fine! You jerk!"

Sarah grinned widely. "Yay! Someone else calls him a jerk!" Venus just stared at her. Sarah pointed to herself. "That's what I call him when he's being mean."

"Ah. I take it you say it quite often then?"

"Yup!"

Jareth sighed softly, glad the topic was off potential blackmail. A nudge to his side made him turn to Meta who grinned, knowing exactly why he'd sighed. Jareth sent him a look, basically telling him 'remind her and die.' Meta just grinned further as Sarah and Venus ranted about some soup product, Jareth completely forgotten.

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Dinner didn't actually start till nearly an hour later and finished nearly an hour after that. Sarah and Venus sat on one side of the small table, chattering away about something, Meta and Jareth on the other sigh talking about a higher up. It felt like dinner with her family aboveground before Karen went nutso. Smiling, she helped Venus clean up, then sat back and waited for Jareth and Meta's conversation to end.

Meta stretched then turned to Jareth. "It's getting late. Shall we get to business?" Sarah looked between him and the blond in confusion. "You're not one for random friendly dinners so I know you're here for a reason."

"Meta…" Jareth turned to him with a sigh. "We need extra hands. We need craftsmen, swordsmen, blacksmiths… anyone and everyone who can give up weapons, shields, food, water, horses… and we need help training everyone…"

Venus let out a sorrowful sigh and Meta looked up. "We're really going to go to war aren't we?" Sarah looked at her feet, the blond sighing heavily.

Jareth nodded. "I would like you both to come back to the castle with me until we can get protection spells around your home."

"Give us some time to pack and we'll join you on your way back."

"Thank you."

Sarah frowned at the tenseness then hopped between the two, wrapping her arms around each of theirs. "Don't feel so bad! At least you get to hang out with me more!" Venus grinned widely at the prospect of some female company, Meta smiled at the thought of Venus having a good time and Jareth sighed at the idea of two times as much mischief.

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"Welcome to Goblin Castle!" Sarah shouted, throwing her arms into the air as the castle appeared.

Venus sent her a grin. "We have been here before Sarah."

"Ah, yes. But not with me! First you must meet Carmen!"

"Carmen?"

"My pretty horsie!" She pointed to several horses standing in the field. "CARMEN!"

The horse turned his head then trotted over. "Sarah… it's been awhile since I heard your screeching voice." Sarah pouted and he batted her with his nose. "What's up?"

"Carmen, this is Venus and that's Meta. Meta, Venus, this is Carmen, my pretty horsie."

He batted her again. "Don't call me horsie."

"I'll call you whatever I want you walking glue stick!"

"You use that one far too often.Can't you think of any other insults silly two-leggerOh, but I suppose you can't seeing as how you don't have a brain."

As Sarah leapt after the horse, screaming death threats at the top of her lungs, Jareth sighed. "Come on you two, I'll get you settled in. Sarah will be back later."

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"Jareth?" The blond fae looked up to find Meta peeking around the corner.

He turned back to his paperwork. "Yes?"

"I gotta ask you something."

"What?"

"Have you taught Sarah how to defend herself? With steel, not magic?"

Jareth paused then glanced up, eyes narrowing. "No… why?"

"It's just… I think she should learn how… just in case."

He frowned then turned back to his paperwork. "Would you be willing to teach her?"

Meta nodded. "I also want to teach some of the people around here, mostly because they hang out with Sarah so often. Kaigan may have told our enemies about our allies."

Jareth sighed heavily then nodded. "I'll speak with her."

Meta smiled and bowed slightly. "Thank you Jareth." Jareth watched him walk out then turned to his papers with a heavy sigh.

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Sarah hummed to herself, brushing out her hair just to prove to Kira she could. Earlier the blond had stated that her hair looked like a rat's nest and commented that Sarah must never brush it. Sarah snippily replied she'd been attacking Carmen with the brick Jareth had given her for Christmas earlier and hadn't had time to fix it yet. Kira had just shrugged which meant Sarah set off to prove her wrong.

So now her hair shone like she'd spent an hour brushing it… which she nearly had… but that was besides the point. Shaking her head, she grinned, then spent the next ten minutes prancing about her room and waving her head just to feel the silkiness of her hair.

"Should I even ask what you're doing?" Clarica asked, dusting the shelves in her room.

"No!" she chirped happily, doing a twirl.

"All right."

Sarah laughed and skipped over, waving her hair in Clarica's face. "Is is not gorgeous?!"

"No. It's not. Let me finish dusting please."

Sarah let out a loud wail. "Rica you're so meeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnn!"

"Yes I am. Go show Jareth your awesome hair."

"Kay!" She hurried from the room and towards the den where Jareth sat with Meta, talking about something or another, probably something boring. "Jareth!" she cried and wrapped her arms around him.

He bristled then relaxed as he recognized her. "Good evening Sarah. How may I assist you?"

"See how pretty my hair is?"

Meta who'd been about to sip at his drink inhaled it and choked, coughing. Jareth sighed. "Your hair is gorgeous Sarah…"

She grinned. "Watch!" She twirled about the room, waving her head. "It's so much fun! You should try it!"

Meta snorted, biting on his lip to keep from laughing at the image in his head of the Goblin King twirling about. Jareth sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sarah… what did Kira give you?"

"Sugar!!!" He sighed again. "I'm gonna go show Kara my pretty hair!!!"

"Wait. Sarah?"

She paused in the doorway. "Yes?"

"May I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"Do you know how to fence?"

She blinked. "Um… no?"

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"You've got to be kidding me."

She stood, covered in protective gear, a sharp pointy 'gigantic toothpick of doom' in her hand. Meta stood opposite her, grinning, wearing only a leather vest for protection. Jareth and Venus leaned against the wall, watching with similar grins on their faces.

"Come now Sarah. It's not that difficult. Now, all you have to do is make sure I don't disarm you. Disarming means death in the field. Understand?" She nodded, swallowing uneasily. "And if I tap your neck, or you tap mine, it means death, understand?" She nodded again, gripping the thin toothpick uneasily. "Venus? A count down my dear?"

She nodded. He pulled away from Sarah and took up a defensive stance. Sarah did the same. "One… two… three!" Sarah tensed and a heartbeat later her feet were out from under her and his toothpick was at her neck. She blinked in confusion as Meta sighed.

"Sarah… you tensed…"

"… what just happened?"

Jareth let out a snort of laughter, a grin on his face as Venus burst into hysterical laughter. Meta sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is gonna take some work…"

He helped Sarah to her feet. "Let's try once more. This time, relax."

"Kay." She got into her stance and shook out her limbs.

"Ready Venus?"

She nodded. "One… two… three!" Both bystanders burst into laughter as Sarah once again found herself staring at the ceiling.

She sighed heavily. Ceiling… I have a feeling we're going to be hanging out a lot more often.

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To all Heal Me, Hurt Me Readers and Reviewers,

So this chapter was completed procrastinating the studying of one test last week, doing laundry last night and procrastinating the studying of a test I had last week. It was finished today when I actually had nothing to procrastinate… for once… Le sigh… XDDD at least I passed my tests…

Because of procrastination while studying, my brain failed me which is why this chapter started out quite sane and slowly evolved into total insanity. Please forgive me for sugar rules my life.

And I also put up a doodling of Kara and Jason on my deviantART page. You can find the link on my fanfic author page thingy. A huge thank you to everyone who has reviewed and/or favorited/alerted this story! (hugs) Loves you all!

Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon! Till then!

Kadasa Mori

1) Yes, I know the brain rushes to your brain when you look upside down but Sarah's statement sounded so much cooler than "Any blood left in your body?"

2) For all those people out there who have long hair, you know the fun of prancing about and twirling when it's neatly brushed and awesome.

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"Cleopatra." The centaur turned towards Anor who was watching her.

She scowled. "What?"

"You are needed back at the herd."

Her eyes narrowed then she sighed. "I'm sorry Sarah. We'll have to continue our session another time."

"So is she." They both turned and looked at the golden centaur who was looking at the ground.

"What?" Cleo asked quietly. "Sarah?"

He nodded. "Lord Jareth requested she be present."

Sarah looked confused. "Present for what?"

Cleo knelt next to her. "Climb on."

Anor raised his gaze sharply, a scowl on his features. "Cleopatra."

Cleo shot him a glare. "What? I will not make her walk to the herd."

He growled, stomping over. "And you will not let her ride on your back like a common mule." He turned, kneeling next to Sarah. "On. Now."