... I have no words... I can only apologize profoundly for how awful I am at uploading.. the horrible part is I was only about two sentences away from finishing this when I LOST my notebook, also for next gen readers I've also kinda lost that one too... sorry

Disclaimer: Do you honestly think I'd be this appalling at updating if I owned this? Think about, I'd have all the characters lecturing me to finish it. I've had Darcy going on at me as it is but I threatened to kill her off so she shut up during exams.

Chapter 5

Jareth had been pacing around his library. His search for Darcy had gone on for more than a month. He'd barely slept or eaten. Jareth was more angry than worried by now. He knew that Puck would be with Darcy but he was more angry that she had gone behind his back and allowed Puck to find her. Never the less he took advantage of the situation and tracked Puck's magic in case he used any when Aboveground with Darcy.

Suddenly Jareth paused in his stepped He swore he heard Sarah speak his name, no he was imagining things like always. Shaking his head Jareth continued to pace the floor. But then he felt Puck let out a rush of magic. The tracker he'd placed on him indicated that Puck was somewhere in New York. A first Jareth thought nothing of it, after all it was New York and memory spells were often used. But then he felt a huge burst of magic like the steady thrum of a shielding spell. One of Darcy's spells

Jareth immediately materialized in the apartment, the scene before his eyes seemed... hostile to say the least. There was Darcy hitting Puck about the head for something that he probably deserved, but then, then Jareth saw Sarah. He should had realized before now, when he arrived he should have felt it, felt what he had been yearning for all these years, Sarah, being with him. Jareth stared at the girl and saw something he had never seen before, beneath the anger and fury, her eyes damp with hurt and betrayal. Had Darcy inspired those feelings, if so why and how?

Jareth shook his head tearing his eyes away from Sarah to look at Darcy and Puck. Darcy had stopped hitting Puck. She stood facing Sarah, her hands in front of her in a defensive nature, the way she had been brought up. Her hair was longer Jareth noted, and her streaks had faded, as was common with fae in the mortal world. Her face looked different too, paler, without the highlighting of her cheekbones. Although as did Puck, Jareth realised, he'd really put in an effort. The imp's hair wasn't as vibrant as before, although still bright, and his ears were no longer pointed (as was the norm for going aboveground). Frankly Puck looked quite as ease with the whole situation despite the heavy conflict in the air of the kitchen.

It was then, Jareth decided, it might be prudent to make his presence known. He allowed the lovely Sarah to partly finish her rant at Darcy and, for dramatic effect, he piqued up after Sarah mentioned his name.
"So dear darling sister," He began, his voice cool in an reminiscent of the tone Darcy had used upon him before she had left.

All those in the kitchen turned their heads to look his way. A mix of emotion flooded his way, Sarah looked angry, angrier than he had ever seen her but he also saw hurt in her eyes. Darcy looked scared, an emotion Jareth rarely, perhaps never, saw in her. It suddenly hit him that she hadn't taken all those magical precautions just because she didn't want to be found, but because she was afraid of it. Was it him she was scared of? That he would would be any at her for leaving so quickly. True he had been but that had ebbed away. Or was it that she was afraid of the fae community in general, true it would ruin both her and Puck in society if a 'scandal' of this magnitude was to get out. A princess of the underground and manservant was unheard of especially that of a the High Princess and her father's manservant. The trail of whispers and rumours would never leave the tow of them alone.

Sarah's voice brought Jareth out of his musings .
"Dear darling sister! . "Dear darling sister! You're his sister!"
"Sarah please, there's a completely reasonable explanation for all this."
"A reasonable explanation for what exactly?! The fact that you didn't think at any point to say, 'Oh by the way Sarah, I'm magic and my brother is the glitter poofing git who enjoys stealing little children and your brother!"
"Technically I didn't steal him, you did ask me to take him away." Jareth interjected
"Shut up Jareth you're not helping!" Darcy said briskly, her eyes flashing at him. " Okay Sarah I'm sorry I didn't tell you but honestly would you have told me even if I had?" Darcy questioned, her voice calm; Jareth was surprised, with her voice taking that tone Darcy sounded a lot like their mother.
" Yes frankly I would have. I've been to the Labyrinth and back, quite frankly I'd believe anything right now." Sarah spat out, Darcy's tone having no effect on her. Jareth's sister flapped her hand submissively.
" Even so, what idiot would tell someone they were related to the person they believed to be their worst enemy?"
"An honest one!" Sarah cried out, anger marring her features. Darcy on the other hand managed to keep her head, Jareth noted proudly.
"Oh so you didn't tell your parents about almost turning your brother into a goblin." Darcy's eyebrow was cocked, her arms folded across her chest and a smug smile was threatening to cross her face"

"That's not the same and you know it!" Sarah cried indignantly,
"She has a point there you know," Jareth chipped in, "I highly doubt Sarah's parent's would have believed her and most likely she would have ended up in a mental asylum."
"Shut up, Jareth!" The two women shrieked at him, though both for a different reason.
"You know what, I really can't deal with this!" Sarah's voice sounded strained as if she was attempting not to shout. "I'm going out!" With that Sarah stalked out of the kitchen to her room, the kitchen door closing behind her with a bang.
"Sarah wait, please," Darcy darted to the door and yanked it open, pausing for a moment she turned back to the kitchen, "you two behave." Then Darcy followed Sarah, leaving the other two fae behind.

An awkward silence fell over the kitchen as the two male faes studied at each other, trying to stare the other one down. Jareth opened his mouth to speak, but promptly closed it again as an awkward tension washed over the two.
"Well" Puck said, breaking the silence, "That escalated rather quickly."
"Yes" Jareth sighed "quite"

Word count: 1,088 such a bad chapter length for my comeback, but do not fret I have another chapter on the way soon.

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