As promised another chapter. Yay for updates! Hope to update this one again by the end of the week and Power Over Me by tomorrow.

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!WARNING THE FIRST PART OF THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS NUDITY AND A SEXUAL SITUATION. IF THIS OFFENDS YOU DON'T READ IT AND START AT THE NEXT LINE BREAK.!

Chapter 2

It was a familiar dream, haunting her nights since she was sixteen. She was standing on a stone balcony overlooking the Labyrinth a heavy masculine robe clutched around her naked form for warmth. Knowing it might be her last ever dream she let it take her.

A pair of strong arms snaked around her waist and pulled her close. Lips planted kisses down her neck causing Sarah to shiver.

"Come back to bed, precious." The Goblin King said, his voice soft and husky with want as he pulled her back into the room.

He gently captured her lips with his own, tasting her mouth as his hands relieved her of the heavy robe. His long elegant hands tracing the outline of her body, making Sarah shiver with anticipation as she entangled her fingers in his blond silky hair.

Laying Sarah down on the bed her King took a moment to gaze down at the beauty below him, still embarrassed to be bare before him and to know that he was bare above her. With a growl he recaptures her lips, pleased with her innocence, his hands moving to caress her breasts. His thumbs playing with the erect nipples causing his mortal to moan and arch her back. He couldn't help but smile at the reactions to his touch. He planted a row of kisses along her collarbone nipping the skin slightly with his teeth.

Using one of his knees he persuaded Sarah to separate her legs. She could feel his erection against her skin as he teased the junction of her thighs with his fingers until she was shaking and begging him for more. Sarah couldn't help but moan as she felt him enter her moist folds with a pleasurable pain. He paused a moment letting his mortal appreciate once again how full he could make her feel. When he began to move with her she was gasping for air. As he plunged into her over and over again she could feel her release coming, building to astronomical heights until she felt release wash over her and she came screaming his name.

The Goblin King appeared in the middle of the Goblin Castle's infirmary with Sarah limp in his arms. She hadn't stirred once despite his attempts to rouse her.

"Doctor Ashe!" The Goblin King called out as he placed Sarah down carefully on one of the empty beds.

"What happened?" The Doctor asked as he quickly checked the mortals pulse before moving on to check the wound itself.

"I don't know." Jareth was still in shock, he knew that Sarah was human but having her show her venerability, her mortality in this way affected him more that he thought it ever would..

"She was stabbed, looks like it missed almost everything vital. The knife used was steel so I cannot heal the wound directly. I'll do my best but she has lost a great deal of blood."

"You have to save her." The Goblin King said softly not taking his eyes off the pale woman.

It took several hours to stop the bleeding completely and close the wound fully, the doctor and his staff though having dealt with iron impregnated wounds before but were not used to operating on mortals with no magic to aid in healing.

"We've stopped the bleeding," The doctor told the King who had been pacing the length of the corridor outside the makeshift operating room, as his assistants bandaged the wounded woman, and he himself had stripped away the soiled garments from the surgery. "However she seems to have developed a fever and that combined with the blood loss will make her very weak. It's touch and go. She may not make it to the morning we've strapped her to the bed so if she stirs in her sleep she won't pull her stitches." He was surprised when the King didn't respond, he simply moved to the woman's bedside, taking her hand in his own.

Sarah woke from her familiar dream in what looked a bit like a hospital, a hospital in a TV costume drama. There was still a terrible pain in her stomach, she felt so weak and so terribly cold. She tried to call out but all that escaped her dry cracked lips was a pained moan.

The noise brought a man to her bedside. He looked like a doctor but one that was stuck in the Victorian era like the room. He places a hand to her forehead, the hand seemed far too cold or was she just too warm.

Sarah tried to clear her throat, "Who... Where am I?" She managed to croak.

"You are in the Castle beyond the Goblin City. My name is Doctor Ashe. Just relax, my Lady, everything is alright."

She started to struggle to try and sit up but found herself in restraints and unable to move at all. The look she gave the Doctor showed all her pains. "Try not to move too much or you'll pull out stitches and you're not strong enough to lose any more blood. If you promise to stay perfectly still I can take the straps off in a little while but to do so now would be foolhardy.

"Are the children safe?" She asked ceasing to struggle. Doctor Ashe looked slightly confused, the girl wasn't far out of childhood herself. "He promised Toby and Iona would be safe." Her eyes were slowly closing again.

The Doctor waited until her breathing was regular before leaving Sarah's bedside. He was trying to figure out what made the girl important enough to make the normally distant King so distraught. He called to one of his nurses, "Go tell the King she briefly regained consciousness and asked about "the children" whatever that means."

The Goblin King had been unwilling to leave his mortals side for any reason but the doctor suggested that Jareth freshen up slightly and change from his blood stained clothes. He had intended to return to the infirmary immediately but the summons coming from the nursery could not be ignored. Apparently there was some sort of problem and Toby and Iona were too important to Sarah, and himself, to let someone else handle the situation.

When he arrived there was a group of goblins forming a protective ring around the bed where the boy slept and the girls crib. There was some sort of argument going on between one of his nursery maids and a Fae man who wore the colours of a nearby dukedom.

"Well?" He said silencing the room even the girl, Iona, who had been fussing, was suddenly quiet. "What is going on?"

"Sire," The children's nurse said as she curtsied to the King.

"And you are?" Jareth asked the unknown male, not bothering to be polite.

"I was sent by the Duke of Ardern, your Majesty." The man answered with arrogance in his tone.

"For what purpose?" The King replied, his hackles rising.

"To collect the child he was promised. His Grace was informed that two children had been wished away."

The Goblin King tried to reign in his temper, he was tempted to hit the man for his master's failings. "Ardern is presumptuous. Go tell him that I will send him a child when I send him a child."

"He informed me that you promised the next wished away child to him, your 'subjects'," He injected the word with large amount of venom. "seemed intent on preventing me from..."

"These children are under my personal protection, as are all the wished away." The King cut in. "It is not Ardern's place to send lackeys to take them away, if and when I release children for outside adoption he will be informed when to expect them." He waited for this statement to sink in.

"I shall return to my Lord and inform him of the mix up." The fae inclined his head seeking permission to leave.

Clenching his fists in anger, the Goblin King allowed the man to leave the room.

He moved closer to Sarah's family, the boy was older, now a charming four year old with a crown of blond curls, somehow he'd slept through the entire disturbance. Iona, on the other hand, was standing in her crib. She looked to be the same age Toby had been during his previous Labyrinth visit. She seemed to have more in common with her sister than her brother in looks though, with dark hair and Sarah's green eyes. She had the same compelling innocence but also a spark of mischief that was absent from her sister.

The little girl was staring up at Jareth, there was no fear in her eyes, she put out her arms asking to be picked up. The Goblin King took the toddler into his arms lifting her out of the crib. "Hello Iona." He said and inexplicably the child smiled and buried her head into his shoulder.

Unwilling to upset the girl by putting her back down he simply walked around the nursery with Iona in his arms. He didn't even notice when one of the doctors assistants entered the room. She cleared her throat to get his attention.

"Sire," The woman started keeping her voice quiet, "Doctor Ashe sent me to inform you that the girl awoke briefly and that she was agitated about the safety of the children."

"Is she still awake?" Jareth asked with concern.

"No Sire."

He walked back to the infirmary with Iona still asleep in his arms. He retook his place at Sarah's bedside and watched the woman who haunted his dreams fight for her life.

Her voice roused him from sleep, he silently cursed himself for dosing off. "Is that really you?" she asked. He opened his eyes, he was still at Sarah's bedside, Iona asleep in his arms. At some point the lights had been dimmed, if possible Sarah looked paler in the half light, sweat from her fever still beading on her forehead.

"I'm here, you are safe." He said reaching to hold one of Sarah's hands. "What happened Sarah?"

"They took Toby and Iona, demanded money, we had to meet them in the woods somewhere to pay. They took the ransom but they had no intention of giving the little ones back, they were gonna kill us all." She sounded far too detached, the loss obviously hadn't sunk in yet. "I saw Dad and Karen go down, they shot them, but I managed to get away. I ran to the park but then the shock started to wear off and I realised they'd got me too, I must have.. when I ran into one of them... I was badly hurt. I couldn't die, not knowing there was still something I could do to save what was left of my family."

"So you called out to me. What if I hadn't turned up?" Jareth didn't really want to admit how close Sarah had been to death.

"Credit me with at least the remnants of the selfish vanity I had as a fifteen year old. If nothing else you would turn up to taunt me and if all you were was a figment of my imagination there was nothing else I could do to save them anyway."

True, he thought to himself. "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" Jareth felt pain at the woman's lack of trust in him, and the lingering ache that he'd almost lost her, could still lose her.

Sarah's eyes were filling with tears as she looked at Jareth and Iona. "I had to make sure the children were...and I didn't know... if you would help me... I wasn't thinking straight... had to save my..." Obviously exhausted again her words had begun to slur and moments later she had lapsed back into her fitful sleep before Jareth could respond.

"Oh Sarah." He murmured, "You should know I'd move the stars for you."