A.N.: Thought I should mention, even though it's assumed, I don't own Labyrinth. I wasn't even alive when it was made. Also, I noticed the format craps out on widescreen monitors. I suggest viewing it with 1/2 width. Sorry, I'll try to make this my last Author's note, but it had to be said.

In the form of a barn owl, Jareth flew through the skies of the mortal world. He enjoyed his barn owl form and had little reason to use it in his kingdom. Diving down, he made for Sarah's apartment. He didn't know what had made her say his name. For all he knew she could still hate him, more than ever and was tormented by his very memory. But he had witnessed her speak his name, which granted him the access he needed to her. Whatever her reason for saying his name, he could at least try to bring the older and wiser Sarah home as his bride.

He landed in a tree outside the window she had been looking out of. Sarah was no longer at the window, she had gone back to her chair, but had turned off the TV she hadn't been watching. Her eyes were growing tired and she yawned. Jareth waited, thinking of how to woo her, in a way that would be successful this time. Stretching, Sarah began to get up from her chair and head to her bedroom. Not wanting to risk having her falling asleep while he contemplated, Jareth made his move. Flying towards to window he perched on the window sill and tapped on the window with his owl beak.

Sarah turned towards the window, her eyes widened when she saw what had made the noise. Moving cautiously towards the window she slowly crossed the distance between herself and the window. She looked at him in disbelief. It was then Jareth knew that she hadn't forgotten him or his kingdom. She stopped a foot or two in front of the window. Reaching slowly, she touched the glass lightly, as if to see if it was real or not. Then, with a determined look in her eye she threw open the window.

Jareth flew into the apartment and transformed out of his owl shape, he appeared sitting on Sarah's chair. "Hello Sarah," he said with a smile that didn't show the full extent of his joy.

Sarah didn't respond to his greeting, she just stared at him with her jaw locked. Obviously all had not been forgiven and she still kept a bit of her old arrogant self.

"Not angry with me for coming, now are you Sarah? After all, you did invite me," Jareth said standing up from the chair and walking towards Sarah. "and you could only invite me by wanting me to be here." He stopped just inches from touching her. He looked down at her.

Sarah swallowed and took a step backwards, putting space between them. "I'm afraid that I did not invite you for the reason you think," She said looking up at him, eyes flashing. "It's just…the labyrinth won't let me back in to see my friends…" she said slowly.

"Ah, so you need me to get back in? You shouldn't have stopped inviting your friends to see you, with less and less use my labyrinth is grows harder to return to," he replied realizing that it wasn't him that she wanted; it was entry to his kingdom. He could work with this though.

"I couldn't very well have them running around my dorm while I was at college could I?" Sarah barked angrily. She hadn't wanted the labyrinth to keep her out, it just happened.

"The only way for you to get back is for me to want you to return," Jareth said "But why would I want you back in my kingdom."

"You used to be enthralled by me," Sarah said looking straight at Jareth's eyes.

"I think I've changed my mind," Jareth started to toy with Sarah.

They stood looking at each other in silence, a battle of wills. The tension hung thick in the air. The seconds felt like minutes and a minute felt like an hour. Finally after what seemed like an eternity Sarah broke the silence. "If you changed your mind, why did you come?"

Jareth laughed loudly. "Ah Sarah," he said looking her over, "I'm afraid the last time I did something for you, you didn't like it. And I did do so much for you." Before Sarah could reply he continued. "But, I am as you say 'enthralled' by you, so I can't really deny what you ask for. But there is a condition. I will let you back into my kingdom, but while you are visiting my lands you must reside at my palace."

Sarah looked to the side, thinking about Jareth's offer. "You can go wherever you like in my kingdom, have unlimited access, any time you wish to be there, you'll be there. All I ask is that you stay in my castle," he would promise anything to her if she'd only ask for it. Looking back up at Jareth, Sarah opened her mouth to speak, Jareth's heart was in his throat, hoping she would agree.

"But can I return home whenever I want?" Sarah asked.

"What- to the mortal world? Well, if you really wish, although I wouldn't know why you would want to," he replied, thankful she hadn't said no yet.

"How do I know you won't go back on your word?"

"Sarah, Sarah, always untrusting. When did I ever lie to you?"

Jareth could see Sarah thinking about it; after all, he never did lie to her. He may have played dirty a few times, but he was true to his word.

"Fine, I guess I accept," she said conceding.

"So we are agreed?" Jareth asked before whisking them back to his kingdom immediately. Sarah did have a history of regretting her wishes and getting mad at the one who was giving her what she asked for.

"We are agreed," Sarah said decidedly.

"Then I welcome you to my castle," Jareth said as he and Sarah entered his throne room. Finally he had her the way it was supposed to be. Maybe she wasn't too keen on the idea of being his queen yet. But she would warm up. Yes, Sarah would.