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!

Trella and Lucian are owned by Dragoneyes171986.

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:

As Sarah and Erin launched into conversation, Jareth stepped back to walk along Erik. "Women," Erik murmured with a roll of his eyes. Jareth chuckled. They made their way to the theater, got their tickets and separated at the concession stand. Sarah led them to their seats and stretched. After a moment, she turned to Jareth. He didn't turn to look at her so she just stared. It took him a few minutes before responding.

"Did you want anything?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

She grinned. "Thought you'd never ask!" She took his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, leaning into his side. He looked startled but only for a second before the arm wrapped more tightly around her. She just snuggled into his side and turned her attention back to the previews.

Once the move started, Erin glanced towards Sarah and Jareth and smiled seeing them cuddling. Jareth leaned over and murmured something into the girl's ear and Sarah smiled widely and whapped him lightly, muttering something back. Erik shifted and Erin turned to him. He raised an eyebrow and she just shook her head, leaning into his side and glancing back at the happy pair.

Good for you Sarah, Erin thought to herself, turning back to the movie. You finally caught a keeper.

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Heal Me, Hurt Me – Part II

By: Kadasa Mori

Chapter 12 (February 16th)

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When she woke up she had absolutely no idea where she was. It was eerily like the first day she'd arrived underground, sitting up and rubbing her arms as she tried to figure out the last time she remembered consciousness. When she spotted her bag tucked away in the corner, she remembered the previous day and sighed, flopping back onto the bed, one arm draping over her face. Within five minutes her world had been flipped upside down. She sighed again before wondering how her friends were and if they missed her yet.

Finally deciding some fifteen minutes later that she should probably be getting out of bed and figuring out what she was to do for the day, she slid out from beneath the covers and instinctively began to fold them back into place, mind falling into routine rather than thought.

"Lady Clarica?" The girl leapt a foot in the air and spun around. A young maid stood there, looking shocked. "I-I'm sorry!" she cried and bowed. "I didn't mean to scare you!"

Clarica let out a breath of relief, hand going to her chest. "No worries. I was daydreaming. What do they call you?"

"I'm Alanna, my lady."

"Well Lana, what am I to do for the day?"

Alanna blinked at her in confusion. "Er… huh?"

"Am I to greet someone or what?"

"Uh… take a bath… maybe?"

"Kay! To the bath!" She took a step forward then paused. "Where is the bath?"

Alanna giggled and led her to another room. "Here you are my lady."

"Wow!" Her bathroom was nicer than Sarah's! Then again, she thought as she ran a hand over the black countertop, phoenixes are birds and birds preen a lot.

"Oh!" She turned to look at Alanna in confusion as the maid stared at her wide eyed once more. "Your hair!"

Clarica cocked an eyebrow and looked at the mirror. "What about it?"

"It's yellow!"

"… and?"

"Well it was green just a moment ago!"

"Sorry." She grinned sheepishly. "My hair has a mind of its own and changes colors sporadically."

"Oh…" As though suddenly realizing she was speaking out, her face turned towards the floor and blush spread across her cheeks. "Pardon my questions ma'am."

"No worries," Clarica chirped, turning back to examining the bathroom. "Just show me how to work this thing and we'll call it even." Alanna giggled and walked over to help her.

Half an hour later, now dressed in an elegant white gown (Alanna had told her that she shouldn't pick any colors because they might clash with her hair), Claria looked at herself in the mirror… and didn't recognize the girl looking back at her. She frowned softly, once again feeling the unease she'd felt when she first entered the Labyrinth.

"My lady?" Alanna asked in concern, arms filled with the blankets Clarica had used from the night before. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah… I'm fine…" She smiled. "And you don't have to wash the sheets everyday Lana. Once a week or once every other week will do for now."

She dropped the sheets. "Oh! I'm sorry my lady!"

"And don't apologize. It makes me uncomfortable."

"I'm… alright."

Knock knock. Both looked to the door as Honou stepped in.

Alanna stood straight then curtsied deeply. "My lord! Good morning!"

He nodded to her. "Good morning." He swept over to Clarica and kissed her cheek. Clarica turned bright red, hair dying pink. "Good morning."

"G-good morning," she muttered, playing with the edge of her sleeve.

Alanna giggled then looked at the floor quickly when Clarica scowled at her. "Is that all my lady?" Alanna asked quickly. As soon as she received a nod she gathered the laundry and shot out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Honou grinned and crossed his arms. "That was very well acted."

She shot him a glare. "Who said it was acting?! And who said you could kiss me?!"

"Kiss?" He laughed. "That was a simple good morning peck. No kissing involved. Clarica, if you're to act like my girlfriend, you'll have to get used to it." She crossed her arms as well with a 'hmph!' He rolled his eyes and headed for the door. "When you're ready, come to breakfast. The family will be here at lunch, no doubt, as word will spread fast."

"Oh! Wait!" She slipped shoes on and followed him out of the room. "I don't know my way around yet so you can't leave me alone. Maybe you could allow Alanna to follow me?"

He held out an arm. "Or I as your boyfriend could show you around?"

"If you must." She heaved a sigh and wrapped an arm around his.

He chuckled. "Oh and by the way, you look fantastic."

She blushed furiously. "Oh thanks." She spotted a maid who grinned and hurried off and her blush lessened, eyes falling to the floor.

His arm tightened around hers and she glanced at him. He leaned towards her. "I was being serious," he muttered then stood straight and motioned to the door. "Shall we?"

She rolled her eyes, blush back full force. "If we must." He laughed and opened the door, leading her inside.

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Sarah was in heaven. Cool fingers were running through her hair, someone humming softly as she drifted in and out of consciousness, a warm fire crackling and keeping her warm… wah… heaven…

Until a girly shriek suddenly tore through her conscious. Her eyes snapped opened as Jason leapt out of his seat, knocking it over and falling with it, shaking his leg. "TRELLA!" he shouted. "Take it back!"

Trella grinned. "Good boy Lucian!" The ferret let out a purr of happiness and floated back over to her, landing lightly on her shoulder. She pat his head and Jason scowled at it.

"Stupid rodent." It hissed at him and he made a face.

Sarah turned to Jareth who was watching with a sigh, glove back on his hand and cozy moment over. As Trella walked over, Sarah sat up and fell into Jareth's lap so that Kara could shift down and make room for Trella. Jareth's arm wrapped around the brunette to keep her from falling off the couch and, still sleepy, she let her head nestle in between his neck and shoulder, eyes shutting, mind listening to the conversation but not having enough power to add her thoughts.

"Where is Kira?" Trella asked.

"Dunno," Kara replied, flipping a page. "I think her and Alan had something to do in their lands."

"Ah. I was hoping to play with the kids."

"Send your hell spawn there to play with them then!" Jason grumbled. "Evil little hamster."

When he shrieked again, this time even more high pitched, Sarah's eyes shot open and she looked over. Lucian was attached to his arm, Jason trying to shake him off as he raced around the room. With a chuckle, she put her head back.

"Jason," Jareth spoke, chest rumbling with each word. "Just sit down and ignore him. He'll leave you alone eventually."

"GET IT OFF TRELLA!"

Trella squealed in laughter, even Kara laughing. "Come here Lucian!" The ferret squeaked happily and floated back over to her. "Good boy."

"Why did I miss you again?" Jason asked, rubbing his arm. Kara snorted and flipped another page.

Jareth chuckled. "Now now Jason. Be nice to Lucian."

The ferret purred his happiness, turning to butter under Trella's fingers. The girl giggled. "Good boy."

"Nasty hell spawn!" Jason snapped and curled into his seat, pouting angrily.

Kara snorted and pulled the book up to hide her face. Jareth felt Sarah's lips curve into a smile, body trembling as she tried to inhale her laughter. He tightened his arms around her and felt her curl even more tightly into him.

Feeling someone watching him, he looked up and found Kira watching them. He raised an eyebrow and she shook herself then smiled warmly and gave a half wave, continuing her trek into the room.

"Good day all. My spawn are infecting High City so I figured we could perhaps have a party?"

Sarah made a noise that could've gone either towards agreement, disagreement or 'leave-me-the-hell-alone-am-comfy-and-Jareth-y.' Jareth shrugged, not caring as he really had no say anyways despite it taking part in his castle.

"Party!" Trella chirped and pumped a fist into the air. "I'm all for it."

Kara's book lowered. "I suppose a small party could be allowed… as long as either Samra or Evie attended so I didn't have to intake alcohol and craziness at the same time."

"If Kara, Kira and Sarah are there," Jason grinned, "I'm so there."

"What am I, chopped liver?!" Trella crossed her arms angrily.

"Yes," he replied with a sniff. "You sent that crazy rodent after me. You are now of the chopped liver minority." She pouted and Sarah giggled.

"Who will be attending this party?" Jareth asked.

Kira shrugged. "All of us, Evie, maybe Samra will come? Oh, and by the by, where did Meta and Venus disappear to?"

Jareth rolled his eyes. "Some tour of the forests of the Labyrinth."

"In other words, they won't be back for at least a week."

"Yup."

"Okay so Alan and me-"

"I," Kara corrected.

"-I," Kira said with a scowl towards her sister, "Kara, Trella, Sarah, Jareth, Evie, Jason, Samra and Toroku… anyone else?"

"Ryuu," Sarah added.

"Ryuu if he'll come." She counted on her fingers. "Eleven. That's a good number for a small party. I'll go contact the others."

As Kira left the room, Jareth sighed. "And why do I let my sisters stay here?"

"Because they keep me from getting bored," Sarah replied.

"And they are welcome to stay as long as they'd like."

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"Breathe in, breathe out… in… out… now imagine yourself as the phoenix."

"The fire-bird?"

"No. The phoenix."

"I thought it was a firebird."

One gold eye opened. "Are you teasing me?"

A wide smile crossed the younger boy's face. "Maybe."

The eye shut, a smile crossing his face as well. "Fine. The fire-bird-"

"You mean phoenix?"

Clarica stepped into Alexander's studying room (one of only three rooms she'd memorized her way to) only to find and irritated Honou trying to reach a bird seated on top of the wardrobe, squawking its laughter. She raised an eyebrow. "Should I ask?"

He scowled at her, flustered. "No. Tell your boy he's a brat."

She turned to the blackbird who bobbed his head. "Alex. You're a brat."

He squawked at her then yelped as he suddenly transformed, wardrobe nearly falling on Honou who just managed to keep it in place. Clarica quickly hurried over and helped the red head down.

"Thanks Rica," he chirped.

She ruffled his hair. "No problem kid."

"Wow! You look pretty!"

She scowled. "As opposed to normally when I don't?"

"Well… usually you're cleaning something so you don't dress as nice. But now you look pretty."

"You don't tell women they look bad." She swatted him upside the head. "You should know that."

He grinned cheekily. "I do. Bye!" With that he took off out of the room.

Clarica sighed and turned to Honou who was pulling his long hair back into a low ponytail. "Sorry my lord."

He smiled. "It's alright. I'm just glad he was able to transform. It'll make it easier to learn how to transform if he's already done it before."

"Good." She hooked her arms behind her back. "So… how long do you think we'll be here?"

"Well," he scratched his chin. "It's hard to tell. If Alex is picking this up so quickly, you could be out of here sooner but… we have a ball in three weeks. We can have our blow up then? Afterwards you can head back home and everything will be back to normal."

She nodded. "Sounds good." She took a step back towards the door. "I'll see you at dinner then."

"Ah. Wait." He walked over and put two fingers on her skin right beneath her collar bone. She inhaled sharply as there was a burn, not painful, but startling. He grabbed a mirror and held it up so she could see two red wings tattooed there. "This is basically your get out of jail free card. Only people I've allowed into my home can wear it and only I can remove it."

"Oh. Thank you."

"If you need any help, this mark will guarantee you get it." She smiled and repeated her thanks. "Good. Now, where shall I escort you my lady?"

"Er…" She shrugged. "I was just going to try and find my way back to my room."

"Shall I give you a tour?" he asked, holding his arm out.

"I suppose," she mumbled and wrapped an arm around his.

"Very well. Afterwards we can hunt Alexander down and have dinner with him." She nodded her agreement. "And then you shall help me plot ways to get him back for today."

A wide grin crossed her face. "Now that I can do."

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Clarica already found that her new tattoo was a very good thing to have. She'd been minding her own business, sitting in one of the open windows in the castle, a book in her hands though she wasn't reading it, head leaning back against the stone, eyes shut and just enjoying the day, when a guard decided she shouldn't be there.

"Hey!" She turned quickly and found the guard heading towards her quickly. He wore gold armor, a sword at his side, purple colored wings formed on his back. "What do you think you're doing here?!" he snapped angrily, grabbing her arm and tugging her to her feet.

She yelped and tugged her arm away. "Let go of me! I wasn't doing anything!"

"If you're a guest you're to stay in the guest wing! Not travel around our lord's home without a guide!"

She bristled angrily. "I was allowed access to ALL of the castle you brainless pigeon!"

Note to self: Never ever, ever, EVER call a phoenix a pigeon again. I may not live long enough to regret it.

She paled as every feather on his wings stood on end and his eyes flared, hand reaching out to fist in the collar of her gown. "What did you call me?!"

She swallowed nervously. "I-I-I-I'm sorry!" she cried, trying to pull away.

His mouth opened to yell some more when his eyes flashed to her collar. In a heartbeat he'd released her and was kneeling before her. "My lady! Apologies! I did not see your mark!"

She blinked in confusion before recalling the tattoo on her collarbone. "Oh…" She frowned. "Well spread the word. I'd rather not have to flash people in order to keep from being harassed." She reclaimed her seat then scowled. "Damn it!" Her book was gone. She peered out the window and let out an explicit curse seeing it on the bushes far below. She got to her feet, ignoring the still kneeling soldier and stomped towards the stairwell.

"My lady?" She glanced back and found him looking up nervously. "What are you doing?"

"Retrieving my damn book as I'm quite sure the librarian would have my hide for not returning it."

He got to his feet, spread his wings further before climbing onto the windowsill and jumping out. She choked on her oxygen and raced over, looking out to find him landing safely on the ground beside the bush. He grabbed the book and flew back up to her, holding it out. "Here you are my lady."

"Thanks!" she chirped. "You just saved me four flights of stairs."

He smiled faintly and flew back through the window, falling into a kneeling position. "What is it you require of me, my lady, for so rudely handling you?"

"Name?"

He blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

"Your. Name."

"Oh!" He bowed again. "My name is Aiolos."

"Nice to meet you Aiolos. I'm Rica." She straightened her book and went back to reading. He sighed uneasily and slowly made his way off. Once he'd vanished she rolled her eyes.

At dinner that night, watching Alexander with one eye, chatting with a lady of the court to her right and managing to make fun of Honou at the same time, she spotted the guard as he entered the hall. A grin slowly crept onto her face.

Honou raised an eyebrow and she wiped the smile off her face, waited until she caught Aiolos' eye, the guard freezing. She turned to Honou and motioned him closer. He leaned in and she barely kept from laughing as Aiolos paled.

"See the guard with the purple wings standing by the door?" she asked.

"Yes," Honou replied in confusion.

"We're playing a mind game right now, you and I. Just turn and give him a look and turn back to me."

Honou frowned uneasily at her. "Why?"

She pouted. "Please?"

With a roll of his eyes to her, he turned and sent Aiolos a look. The phoenix practically curled into himself, trying to hide against the wall. Honou turned to her. "And what's the reason for making him squirm?"

"Oh no reason." She lifted her fork and winked at Aiolos. "He should just learn not to manhandle a lady."

Honou really frowned this time. "Did he hurt you?"

"Just my pride." When he didn't look convinced, she added, "seriously Honou. I'm fine. I'm just having fun making him sweat."

Honou smirked at her, sent another look towards the guard and continued with dinner. In her mind, Clarica cackled evilly. I've just found my new Sarah, she thought as the guard swallowed hard and stared at the ground.

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Grinning, Sarah looked around at the remnants of the party. Evie was in Ryuu's lap, both watching Trella and Jason argue in amusement. Samra and Kara were having a battle of wits, Toroku looking between them with a confused face, Alan at his side, both eyebrows up, mouth dropped. Kira was out cold against Alan, mumbling in her sleep. Jareth had an arm around Sarah's shoulders, watching both battles with a smirk.

Sarah frowned, realizing they were missing a neon haired member of the party. Jareth's arm tugged her into his side. "Don't worry," he murmured. "She'll be back before you know it." She smiled up at him and snuggled closer.

"It's were, not was!"

"If you sic that rodent on me once more-AIE! TRELLA!!!"

"I say 'was'! Were just sounds weird!"

"GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!"

"Well your face is weird!"

"EVIL DEMONIC SPAWN OF HELL!"

"Your mom's face is weird!"

"FUZZY FANGED RAT OF SATAN!"

"Your mom's face is weirder!"

Sarah sighed heavily. "Why couldn't I have pretended to be Honou's girlfriend and been not here?"

"For one, I'd have been insanely jealous," Jareth began. "And for two, I'd rather have pretended to be his girlfriend than be here."

Sarah's lips curled into a wicked grin. "Oh?"

"No. But strangely yes at the same time." She laughed.

Jason ran past them shrieking shrilly, Trella was on the ground in tears, Samra and Kara were still arguing over whose face was worse (they were up to sixteenth-cousin-fourty-times-removed-on-your-mother's-father's-great-great-great-aunt's-left middle toe's-side), Alan had given up and carried Kira out, Evie was giggling at the argument and Toroku and Ryuu were chatting.

Sarah smiled at the group. "You know… I think I'd have rather been here."

"Me too." She smiled up at him and curled into his side, watching her insane family duke it out over rodents and the use of was versus were.

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To all Heal Me, Hurt Me Readers and Reviewers,

First off, apologies for being such a horrible fanfiction author updater person of stuff worthy stuff.

Secondly, apologies for such a horrible ending. I will try and do better in the future.

Thirdly, Alanna marks my 92nd character while Aiolos is 93! Sweet! I will most definitely reach my goal of 100 characters by the end of this novel/was never planned to be this long fanfic.

Fourthly, so there's this part in The Day the Earth Stood Still that's all sad and whatever, so I'm trying not to giggle, which is what I do when people start wailing on TV and all of the sudden Sarah/Jennifer Connelly goes "No, it's not fair."

Oh. My. God. I nearly DIED! My friend even looked at me weird cause I was trying not to laugh hysterically while simultaneously trying to keep breathing. I think all those around me thought I was having a seizure. It was FANTASTIC! See! All bold and emphasized to prove my point!

Lastly, I've got about three books to read and a whole lot of essay/reflection writing to do so I have to go finish that. I can't promise a quick update or replies to reviews. I would reply to them immediately but then I'd get sucked back into fanfiction which I can't afford because I'll fall behind. Blargh… real life is really annoying ya know?

I would like to send out an enormous thank you to everyone still reading and reviewing and favoriting and alerting my stories! Thanks for being so patient! (cries) I love you all!

Kadasa Mori

P.S. I had uploaded this chapter and then realized something... THIS HAS ALREADY BEEN UP A YEAR?! OMG! AND I'VE ONLY UPDATED 12 CHAPTERS?! I am a horrible person. I will try and fix this immediately... around ya know... the papers and homework and piles of 'ready to be lit on fire' stuff worthy stuff on my desk...

So congrats to well, myself. PART TWO IS ONE YEAR OLD!

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With a sigh he leaned back against the window frame letting the wind blow against him gently, resolving not to look outside again for at least ten minutes. They'd have to be gone by then and if they weren't… well he would not be responsible for his actions.

"Jason!" Sarah shrieked as she popped up beside the man who yelped, nearly falling out the window. She giggled, grabbing his arm and tugging him back into the room.

He grabbed his chest, heaving. "Goddess! Sarah you scared the hell outta me!" He grinned and wrapped her in a headlock. "I've taught you well!"

"Geroff!" She struggled out of his grasp and scowled, fixing her hair as he chuckled and looked back out the window. "Watcha looking at?" she asked, peering around him.

He pouted. "Kara's boyfriend is here."