When Sarah rematerialized, she landed roughly on a stone floor rolling to a stop when she hit a wall. She looked around, breathless and excited by what she'd done. She'd just teleported without Jareth's help, she'd made wishes that somehow were finding ways to come to life. Wishes about Jareth that she hadn't known she wanted until he was there and the need for him overwhelmed her like a wave of dizziness pulling her under its spell. And the things she had done to him made her blush harder than she'd thought possible. The memory of him shackled to that wall, helpless against her assault started a sharp ache deep in her belly for his touch. So many conflicting emotions fought for dominance in her mind. Had she even made him pause in his plans?

He was marrying that woman even after what Sarah had told him, perhaps even as she stood here, humilated in the Labyrinth with no idea how she'd gotten there. She closed her eyes and remembered how he'd been so willing beneath her tongue. He'd tasted like power and magic and she could have sworn she'd locked that door.

Her head was spinning and she put a hand on the wall to steady her nerves, breathing in the sweet smell of flowers that surrounded her. She had to find her way back to the ceremony or he'd think she had run from him again. Taking a closer look at the wall, she realized she was in the Labyrinth. But this was a part she'd never seen before. She was at a huge ivory stone fountain carved with different mythological creatures that lived within the Labyrinth. She saw that the fountain was surrounded by four towering columns. All four were reaching for the sky, grand and coral colored marble swirled with gold. At the tops of the columns, a huge dragon sat, staring down into the bubbling waters that seemed to change color with each wave that broke the surface.

Sarah was so intent on staring at the dragons that she did not notice a small whirlwind of multicolored glitter rush from the fountain to materialize into a tall dark haired woman with deep blue eyes. The woman regarded Sarah in silence until Sarah realized she was being watched.

"You've been a naughty girl, Sarah Williams," the woman sighed with a hint of laughter in her voice. Sarah had the feeling she should know this woman, but couldn't figure out why. She was tall with a smirk that reminded Sarah of Jareth. Thinking of him made her voice harder than she'd planned.

"Who are you? I've never seen this part of the Labyrinth before - is it new?"

"Actually, this is the oldest section of my home, the place where I feel most at peace." The woman casually circled the fountain, letting her tapered fingers glide upon the surface of the water. "Normally, none can enter without my express permission, unless they've used magic they cannot yet control and I've decided to chat with them about it."

"I didn't have any idea what I was doing," Sarah exclaimed backing away. The woman laughed outright now.

"I think you knew exactly what you were doing with your king chained to a wall, child." Sarah gasped and blushed again.

"You saw that? How could you have seen that? This is not happening, I don't understand what's going on, one minute I'm - well never mind what I'm doing, and the next, I'm here. Who are you?" Sarah babbled like a lunatic, trying to regain her sense of balance. Teleportation apparently muddled your brain for a few minutes. She'd have to ask Jareth how he handled that. If she could look at him without melting into an incoherent puddle of goo.

"I suppose I should introduce myself as I already know who you are. My name is Rinna, and I am the soul of the Labyrinth, the keeper, if you will. All magic in the Under Ground is born of myself and my fountains scattered throughout the realm. You may think of me as a sort of - maternal figure, keeping all of you Fae in line."

"I'm not Fae," Sarah protested and the lady laughed, a delicate musical sound that somehow calmed Sarah. She gave Sarah a quick hug and looked up towards the dragon statues, sighing as the slight breezes in the Labyrinth surrounded them.

"Of course you are, you became Fae the moment you defeated your king. Not all humans who come here change, but you were born for a greater purpose. You've been studying for your new role most of your life, actually. The changes will come upon you quickly now that you are returned to us. If you'd stayed Above Ground you would have never seen the physical changes, but you eventually would have found your powers. That of course would have made it harder for me to train you, but not impossible."

"You - you're the one who sent me the books," Sarah said softly and the woman nodded.

"Yes, it was time. There is much for you to learn as Queen of Wishes, much for you to realize within yourself. And I shall help you learn these things."

"But I don't belong here, I have a life above," Sarah stammered. A life without the pain of seeing Jareth with another woman.

"You know you do not belong Above Ground - at least, not all of the time. You feel the pull of magic as you travel your world, always searching out the unexplained, the different - the magical. It is what brought you to my attention so long ago and part of what made Jareth fall in love with you then."

"Love?" Sarah cried, barely able to keep from screaming,"he's marrying someone else." Sarah's eyes filled with tears and she brushed them away sadly. How was she going to go back to that ceremony and watch him walk away from her forever? This must be his punishment of her rejection, to make her watch him choose another while her heart shattered before him.

"Do you love him, child?" The question was presented with the tone of someone who already knew the answer. Sarah folded her arms across her chest and glared.

"It doesn't matter how I feel, it never matters. He's marrying someone else - he's made his choice."

The woman looked at her with barely suppressed laughter and Sarah became furious. Was she that pathetic?

"Sarah, you should realize by now that nothing is ever quite as it seems here. He has no desire for Genevieve."

"So he doesn't love her? That doesn't make me feel any better about this whole situation." Sarah looked as though her world was ending and Rinna bit back a laugh.

"Come child, I am also invited to the nuptuals - in fact I am performing the ceremony. Trust me, this is one wedding you do not wish to miss." She held out a hand and Sarah took it, struggling to remain calm.

This was possibly the worst day of Sarah's life.

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This was possibly the best day of Jareth's life. Not only had Sarah come back to the Under Ground of her own free will, she wanted him. The blood lust would not have taken hold of her if somewhere in her cruel heart, she did not desire him for her own. Maybe Rinna knew what she was doing after all, he mused as he and Morgan made their way towards the front of the ballroom. They stood at the alter, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

He nodded towards his parents who were watching him with more than a slight interest. Magic had been used that they did not recognize, it was still in the air tasting like a strong summer rain to them. It lingered over Jareth's body like a well fitting glove, claiming him as its target. They'd have to learn that Sarah was back, he supposed wryly. The rose colored castle near his own was a glaring clue, but they could not be certain of anything without actually seeing that his love was back.

"Jareth," a silken voice purred to him and he glanced around absently. A tall, thin blonde was walking up to the alter, heedless of the impending ceremony. She had violet blue eyes and a tight fitting silver dress that hugged every curve. Jareth cursed inwardly, why the wench had to constantly show up at these gatherings he would never know.

"Penelope," he smiled tightly. His parents had had him court her years ago, before Jareth realized she was not suited to a life of actual work. To be the Goblin Queen seemed an easy ride, but there were parts of the job that needed a pure heart. Nothing about Penelope had been pure for a very long time.

"Do save the first dance for me, it's been too long since you've held me in your arms," she said, trying to put her arm around his waist. He casually moved back, bowing.

"I fear that my betrothed may not understand giving another woman the first dance, but I assure you, I shall be thinking of you fondly. Now if you'll return to your seat, the ceremony is about to begin."

"Betrothed? Don't be silly dearest, you tease me because I've been too busy to come to your little kingdom before this." Her eyes narrowed in contemplation of a rival and Morgan bit back a laugh. Jareth himself was looking as though he'd swallowed something sour. "Where is the supposed woman, my sweet? Are you attempting to make me jealous?"

Jareth suddenly realized Sarah was not seated among the guests. Had she run off again - after what she'd just done to his sanity? He would chase her down and tie her up and torture her body with the same passion she had used upon him. He would chain his sweet, cruel woman to a bed and lick every inch of her naked flesh until she was quivering with madness, screaming for him to thrust into her hot, willing body over and over again. He would -

"Please, Penelope, do sit down," the High Queen Melinda came up to the girl, pulling her away. "The wedding is about to commence."

Jareth's breath took a few moments to come back under his control and he glanced around the room with a frantic sense of purpose. She must be here, she could not have gone back to her world after telling him he was hers. He would die and then he wouid kill her. He was thinking of all the ways this could happen when a guard announced Rinna's arrival and the guests sat dutifully for her entrance.

"The soul mother Rinna and the Queen Elect of Wishes, Sarah Williams."

Rinna walked in, wearing her ceremonial sky blue robes trimmed in gold. Behind her, a silently fuming Sarah walked and Jareth saw her take her seat near the front of the room. She stared at him, longing and a bit of anger in her gaze. He would have to speak with her after the ceremony. Perhaps as he was striking her bare ass with his riding crop, listening to her cries for mercy. He bit back a smile. Yes that would do nicely.

Rinna was at the front of the alter, raising her arms to signal all should rise. Genevieve came into the room and Sarah's eyes grew stormy, a slight chill moving through the room. People shivered slightly but still smiled as the bride made her way to the front of the room. Genevieve paused to be kissed on both cheeks by the High King and Queen, then by her own parents before moving to Morgan's side.

She gave Jareth a kiss and Sarah almost leaped from her seat to slay the woman where she stood. Sarah sat there, tears welling in her eyes as Jareth smiled at the woman before putting her hand in the dark haired man's grip. Sarah frowned, what was happening?

Rinna smiled at the couple. "We come to celebrate the union of King Morgan, King of Wisdom and Knowledge with the Queen of Faith, Genenevieve. Let no one stand in the way of their eternal bond."

The rest of the ceremony came as a blur to Sarah as her eyes sought out Jareth's. He was opening grinning now and as the implications became clear, Sarah's rage became clearer. He had let her think he was the groom, he had tricked her with his smooth lies yet again. She would strangle him joyfully and stand over his corpse with pleasure. Her icy gaze met his fiery one and both shuddered.

The game was now begun in earnest and both sought total surrender of the other.

Meanwhile, Morgan and Genevieve kissed sweetly, blissfully unaware of the war that was brewing right in front of their happy union.