~So I know this chapter is totally late but I will be uploading two as a token of my appreciation for your patience. Life has been crazy but stick with me cause we are finally getting to the important stuff! Much thanks to my Beta Joie Cullen who will be recieving a new chapter or two before the weekend is through! So here we go. Again, I don't own the Labyrinth but I'll take Garin in trade any day :)

Two Days Later….

"Oomph!" Falling backwards she had no time to react to save herself, being her hands were full of books. Books which flew in the air and landed scattered about her. Looking up from her place on the floor, her bottom screaming in protest, her half lidded eyes and red cheeks glanced up at the handsome stranger before her. If you could call him that.

"Forgive me your Grace. I am afraid that we have had a most unpleasant meeting. Allow me." Extending his hand, Dorian grinned at Sarah Williams, sprawled most becomingly on the floor in front of him, thankfully in what he could only assume were her aboveground clothes. A dress would have made this awkward. Fun, but awkward none the less. Sarah grabbed his hand and using it as leverage pulling herself from the floor.

"Your highness. Shame meeting like this." She began picking the books up, noticing as she did that he picked up one, turning it from cover to cover. With an impish grin he stood and opened his arms.

"Perhaps we could save you from further incident if you allowed me to escort you to your quarters. I presume that's where you were headed your Grace?"

Raising an eyebrow in question she nodded, pushed the books into his arms and turned without speaking, beginning the short trek to her rooms. When she reached her rooms she threw the double doors open smiling as Vale dropped the pile of books she had been gathering.

"Sorry Vale. I forgot you were in here. His Royal Highness Prince Dorian. This is my, erm…Vale?"

"Oh please your Grace, Do not apologize to me! It was entirely my fault." She ignored Sarah's grimace and bowed to the Prince.

Barely containing his laughter he acknowledged the girl with a bow to which she squeaked in surprise. Chuckling he crossed the room to place the books on Sarah's table. Her sitting room was quite nice. Looking sneakily to his left he could see into her suite of rooms and laughed aloud as she moved into his line of site, as if to block his view.

"Thank you your highness. It was most accommodating of you to escort me to my room and carry my treasures for me. I do so love to read."

"Indeed your Grace. Please do call me Dorian in private. Titles can be so droll. I shall call you Sarah if you will permit? At her nod he continued on, moving over to Vale and helping her pick up the pile of books that she scattered about the floor. He watched her stumble and fluster while he winked at her. Sarah bit her lip to keep from laughing at his behavior. Here was another ladies man like Garin.

"Vale, would you mind terribly returning those to the library for me?"

"But miss, it is against…well….that it to say that…right away your Grace."

In her haste to get away from Dorian's flirtatious grin she grabbed the book he held out to her and took off with the others, practically running to get out the door.

"Tell me Dorian, Do you always have this effect on women? Or is it for mere pleasure that you torture poor Vale with your come hither grin?"

Laughing, he sat on her chaise and contemplated her for a moment. "Tell me Champion…are you affected or merely inquiring?"

"Oh no. Not I. I am afraid that it takes much more than a simple grin to fluster me. You forget that your brothers love displays of affection.

Nodding he laughed aloud once more as she took the chaise across from him, rather than sit on the seat he patted next to him. "I can see why he likes you Sarah; you aren't like most Fae girls."

Sarah reclined back against the chaise pulling her feet up to rest in a more comfortable position. Dry sarcasm sometimes suited her just fine. "So I have been told Dorian. Will you tell me something about your brother?"

"Of course. But which one?"

"Sarah?" Sophie strode into the room in full Fae midday garb. Her dress swayed around her legs, a beautiful concoction that somehow managed not to look pale against her red hair and creamy skin. Coming to a halt, she stared at the man sitting across from Sarah, his back to her. Mouthing "Is everything okay?" she became rigid, eyes wide as he turned in his seat to face her. Swallowing hard, she nodded as if answering some unspoken question and began to speak. "Vale went by stammering that you u had a visitor and that I had best come quickly as it is improper for you to have a Man…Fae…person in your room."

Dorian stood suddenly, his eyes never leaving Sophie's face. "Sarah, would you be so kind as to introduce me to your lovely friend."

Laughing was definitely not an option. A formal Dorian? Who knew? Suddenly, Sarah had a headache. "Of course Your Highness. Sophie this is Prince Dorian of the High Court. Jareth's...I mean...the Goblin King's brother. Dorian, this is Sophie of..."

"The Flanagan's." Both Sophie and Sarah's eyes widened in surprise as his voice boomed out the name. Having the good grace to look a bit sheepish he continued on. "Forgive me but, I seem to recall Father telling me that the Flanagan's granddaughter was here for a visit. I was unfortunately away for your formal announcement at court Sarah but I must say I am rather….pleased…to be home."

Sophie's face flushed becomingly, now matching her ever fiery hair. Walking the rest of the way in to the room she curtsied before Dorian before taking a seat next to Sarah. He bowed and sat again, trying hard not to stare.

Clearing his throat, he leaned forward, a conspiratorial gleam in his eyes.
"So what do you lovely ladies have planned for the day, eh?"

Having intended only to read Sarah turned to Sophie for help. "Well your Highness, I had planned to see if Sarah would accompany me to the Labyrinth. I haven't yet had a chance to see it and would love a tour. "For being put on the spot Sophie had to say this was the best idea she'd had since they arrived. Sarah would see Jareth, and well, the rest she'd figure out later.

Chuckling he shook his head in wonder. "I have a better idea. Why not visit the diamond caverns of the Labyrinth instead? They are split between your Grace's lands and the Goblin Kingdom. Why, you can pick Gems right from the walls of the caves. Dirty work but immensely rewarding. You'd have to change maladies, of course." He nodded in Sophie direction giving her a boyish grin when she flushed once more.

"Well then! That settles that. I think I shall go change. I would love to have something to take home from my travels here." Standing she curtsied once more to which he bowed his head. He held back his chuckle as she practically ran from the room. Sarah watched their exchange silently, slightly terrified.

Dorian turned to grin at her. "She is absolutely lovely. You worry too much. Jareth, from what I understand, is busy with matters in another city at present. He won't be there to bother us or I wouldn't have suggested it. Now change. Your outfit, while lovely, won't be suitable. You'll need something that can be discarded if needed.

Chucking her under the chin playfully he left the room to change himself. Several minutes later hearing swearing followed by a loud crash he ran into the room to find Sarah completely dressed in; well let's face it, one of the most mouthwatering outfits he had ever seen in the underground. Skin tight black breeches covered her from the waist down, disappearing into some very snug, calf high boots with a heel. Her top, a black flowing poets shirt that he would have thought was stolen from Jareth's very closet were it not for the perfect fit. Not to be missed was the delectable corset, midnight blue and sprinkled with silver here and there; it pushed her body into the most beautiful curves he'd ever seen. Her hair curled into an intricate knot at the crown of her head. Slowly spinning in front of the mirror with a most comical expression on her face he realized a twinge of magic touched the air. "Sarah, what happened?"

Whirling to face him, she took deep gasping breaths. "I don't know! I was upset, thinking of something, and I felt something in my hand so I dropped it! Now look at me!"

Grinning with appreciation, he did just that as a most becoming flush began to creep up her cheeks. "Sarah darling, I don't know where you conjured that but we must find dear Sophie one. It seems that you've produced a crystal and dressed yourself, although if I had to guess what you were thinking about judging by that particular outfit…"

"Oh shut up!" Suddenly another crystal appeared in her hand. With a squeak of fright, not knowing what this one might do with her current train of thoughts, she threw it at the door, barely missing Dorian as he leaned out of the way. A crash and a squeal from the hallway had Dorian falling over the furniture between his laughter and haste to see who the victim was. Reaching the hall he stopped dead in his tracks, Sarah running in to the back of him. There stood Sophie, dressed identically to Sarah, only where Sarah's outfit was dark to match her mood, Sophie's was cream and red to match her fiery personality and happy demeanor. Sarah was happy to see that Dorian had finally shut up.

"What are you looking at?" Blushing she caught Sarah's outfit then looked down at her own. "Oh bloody hell…"

Finally snapping out of his trance Dorian walked sleekly towards Sophie, his eyes taking on a predatory glance. "Forgive me Milady, but you and Her Grace positively take my breath away. You're absolutely ravishing. Shall we go to the Labyrinth?" Sarah Laughed as he bent to kiss Sophie's hand. Ignoring her Dorian turned to catch the both around the waist. The wind whipped around them, swirling faster and faster. When it began to be too much they stopped and were carefully released.

Sarah and Sophie stood side by side gaping at the view while Dorian, content to stare at the beauty in flesh before him, leaned against the wall watching them. Visiting the family's personal mine was a favorite of his. Of course they existed all over the Labyrinth but being in the Labyrinth Jareth owed them. Of course there was one at the Estate of Ivy but they need not know that. The Goblins mined the others here and could sell what they wished to Jareth who in turn sold the two jewelers that the entire underground purchased from. It kept the Goblin King and the Goblins very rich indeed. As Jareth had always given his father nearly half of his treasury as a token of appreciation for his position, it kept the High Court well-funded as well, even though they had their own way of bringing in coin. Jareth could not begrudge his brother the ability to gift Sarah and Sophie a day of mining.

Sarah could not believe her eyes. Grinning at each other they walked towards the glittering black walls. You could see an odd unevenness to the walls and tools lay in carved out shelves in the walls so everything needed was right there. The cavern was huge high walls and nothing but black towards the back so that you couldn't even see where it ended. They both picked up an odd four inch rod that had what looked like a spade on the end. Running them down the walls they caught on uneven notches and rough piece of hard, black, glittering stone fell in to their hands. Sarah turned just as Dorian walked up behind them.

"Allow me Sarah." Producing a smoky quartz like crystal he threw it at the ground. Suddenly there were satchels at their hips and a wash bin nearby with towels and brushes with the softest of bristles. "Not every piece that comes off will produce something. You must first gather then wash them in the bin with the brushes or just your hands so as not to scratch anything. Once the much wears away you will get stones or well, muck." Chuckling he took their gloves from their fingers and placed them on some stools against the wall. He then turned and walked away, carefully rubbing his hand down the length of the wall, carefully searching for something that he had found as a boy. He just hoped Jareth hadn't discovered it. The quiet scraping of the girls kept him occupied as he moved back in forth.

Squeakem was out of breath and falling all over himself as he entered the throne room. Jareth reclined on his throne, leg thrown over the side as he was wont to do, a riding crop tapping his brown leather boots. Dressed in a cream poet's shirt which was open even further than usual he let his head fall back in aggravation as the high nasal peal of squeakem got closer and closer. "Come, come squeakem. Hadn't we discussed this? You must breathe when you run or you get out of breath. Now tell me, what is it that has sent you in to such a tither."

"Kingy, Master Dorian come to visit mine today. He here now!"

"Yes, yes squeakem. As a member of the royal family he is entitled to visit that mine as often as he wishes."

"Kingy, Master Dorian has perty ladies wif him! Really perty ladies. Squeakem bring Princey lunch for da perty ladies!"

Ladies, hmmmm? Well at least it was something to look into. Standing he nodded down at squeakers. "As you please squeakem. But do hurry; my patience is now without its limits today."

Spinning on the spot Jareth arrived in his usual poof of glitter at the mouth of the cavern. Grinning he watched his brother pay court to a lovely lass of fire and cream. Hell, the outfit was certainly drool worthy. Leaning up against the mouth he watched their laughter and playful banter before he noticed movement in the back of the cavern. His breath caught in his throat, eyes wide, as Sarah came forward like some fantasy brought to torment his dreams. Her hair was escaping some intricate braid, the heat causing it to curl in enticing little tendrils around her face. Her cheeks were flush from the heat and as her eyes rose to meet his own they darkened. So he was staring, but if he spoke now he would be unable to control whatever spilled forth. His brother spoke from somewhere behind him, had he moved forward? The words failed to register however as slowly, so as not to spook Sarah, he moved with catlike grace to where she stood. Bending over her hand he kissed the back of her knuckles lightly, lingering perhaps a moment longer than was necessary. As he came out of his bow he brought his mouth to hers and brushed their lips before gently pulling away. He now held both her hands, her scraper lying discarded and forgotten. "Hello Sarah…"

Hearing him speak her name snapped her out of her trance. Looking magnificent and virile he has strode towards her, the look in his eyes as if he meant to possess her very soul, causing the world to stop. When his lips touched hers she had accepted, returned, without thought. Finally able to release the breath she had been holding she smiled up at him and squeezed the gloved hands holding hers before releasing them.

"Your Majesty." She curtsied, ignoring his frown.

"I was wondering if perhaps you needed a hand to help with the washing. Squeakems, a tenant of mine, is bringing lunch for us shortly. It will save Dorian a trip to my castle." He was rambling. He wanted to plead with her and demand to know what she was doing here, again, in the underground. The healer however, kept that at bay. Being she was fragile and his brother was giving him the evil eye from the mouth of the cavern he let it be. Turning his world upside down again, frustration was not the word here!

"That would be lovely."

A look passed between Sophie and Dorian, one of shared confusion at their politeness but neither Sarah nor Jareth noticed. Sarah was unsure what to think of this new side of Jareth. He didn't seem much the villain at the moment. He was smiling at her…Gone was the cruel Goblin King. It was simply too much to take in!

"So I see you have met my other brother. " He moved some stools over to the wash bin and, removing his gloves, motioned Sarah to join him. He rolled back his sleeves, watching from hooded eyes as Sarah attempted to mirror him. Without warning he reached over and began to correct her sleeves for her. Without his gloves the contact of her skin sent little shocks of electricity through his arms and Sarah, lost in some trance, merely stared at his naked hands. Satisfied that he could save the seductive clothes he clapped his hands softly, chuckling when she jumped. Giving him a sheepish grin she couldn't help the confusion in her emerald eyes.

"Dorian…? Oh, Yes! Well we ran into each other somehow and well, Sophie, well needless to say, talked him in to bringing us here. He thought you were off on business and that we would not bother you." Hello stammer but damn, the look he was giving her, touching her with his bare hands that were somehow amazing, it wasn't her fault she couldn't think!

Nodding he helped her empty her satchel and they began to slowly work the stones with their hands. "Yes, I had to take care of something. I had to take a guest and her escort's home. She had overstayed her welcome and it was time to continue on."

"I don't understand…"

"Oh, another marital prospect. My father has decided that it is time the Goblin Kingdom had a Queen. So occasionally some royal or another, Elden or Elders send their daughters with escorts, as is proper, to introduce her to me as a prospect. That is the way it is usually done in the underground."

Married? Jareth? Lowering her head she began to sort the stones into a tray, noticing that Sophie and Dorian had disappeared. Jareth's hands moved to gracefully to assist her. He seemed to be weighing each stone, though she could tell he waited for a response.

"So…you're getting married?" Great Sarah! An astonishing vocabulary and you come out with that. Now you're talking to yourself. It took all she had not to grimace as he smirked arrogantly at her, almost as if he could read her mind. Well at least he seemed back in true form.

"Concerned Precious? Jealous perhaps?"

Growling something under her breath she took a rock he held out to her and put it in the wash bin, smoothing it within her fingers in the water, watching the grit slowly begin to break away. She watched as he lifted a stone and began to carefully wash it with his hands. When she spoke she attempted to keep her voice civil. "What's there to be jealous of? You just don't see the marrying type."

"There is a type?" Damn him, he was still smirking.

"In the aboveground there is!"

"Well precious we aren't in the aboveground are we?"

Flush with frustration she nearly missed the large clear stone now resting in her hand. The size of an egg it seemed to weigh even more without the much on it. Oddly, even though it looked clear when turned it seemed to swirl like the rainbow of an oil spill, it was simply gorgeous.

"Well, well Sarah. A rare one indeed. It is the first pulled from these walls since my mother found one. A moon diamond, highly coveted in the underground. The largest I have seen in a long time, do you want it?"

Her head snapped up at the familiar words of old, snatching her gaze from the beauty of the gem. Grimacing at his choice of words he ignored her look and held the gem out to her in offering, much as he had a crystal on another night. This time there was no hesitation as she reached out and plucked it from his hand. Grinning wickedly at her he placed a hand over it. Once removed it was a necklace, having lost very little of its size it was amazingly cut and seated in a beautiful sparkling setting that had the shape of Jareth's pendant turned upside down.

"Jareth it's lovely!" She watched as he stood, removing the necklace from her hands. Moving behind her he placed it gently around her neck and bent to place a kiss where he had pushed her braid aside.

"Fit for a Queen, Sarah." He moved back to his stool. Arrogant smile in place but for some reason she could not find any bite behind it, or his eyes. Shifting nervously at his Queen comment she lowered her eyes to the wash bin. Lifting the much that Jareth had been working she lifted out a stone and was shocked to see Jareth freeze in place.

Jareth quickly replaced the look on his face with a bored glance. But how was such a thing possible? Two rare stones in one day? His own mother and father, the last known people to pull soul stones from the walls, married shortly after. The stone Sarah held, deceivingly looking like a black rock, was actually a blood diamond. When turned towards the sun it would reflect a deep red, giving it its name. He held his breath as Sarah lifted the golf ball sized stone out to him. When his hand reached up to cover hers she immediately smiled and stepped away. Looking down at his hands the stone was cut to reflect its beauty, nestled amongst a setting that matched his pendant identically. A match of souls, light for light, dark for dark. Astonished he stood, stalking towards her without words, not knowing how she had managed to do magic, but intent on kissing the truth from her if he must. It was then that squeakem chose to launch himself in to the cave.

"Perty lady, Squeakem brings lunches! Perty lady need drinkies?"

"Well hello! What a pleasure to meet you squeakem!" Sarah dodged away from Jareth, glad for the momentary distraction.

"Eeep!" Shocked that the lady would speak to him so kindly squeakem nearly dropped the basket. Sophie and Dorian, who had come up behind him laughing, began chattering about where to eat lunch.

Jareth sat next to Sarah in an attempt to stave off the coming headache that was aptly named squeakems. While the girls laughed and fawned all over the grinning goblin, Jareth and Dorian were ready to kick him. He juggled, made humorous imitations of King and Prince while their heads were turned that had the girls in tears they were laughing so hard and squeaked, falling over into a momentary faint as Sarah handed him a thumbnail sized blue diamond as a thank you for lunch.

Jareth could only smile. A queen after all.