Famish watched through his scepter and growled. The girl had failed in the first quest and was now a prisoner. He would call her back to his world and punish her himself. She wouldn't cry this time but he knew it would crush her just a bit more. And he needed to feed on her magic, he was growing weak again. He raised a hand to call her to him and - nothing. He frowned, not understanding then cursed. The fool girl was on Mt. Orthom, one of the protected areas of Rinna's world. Damn that woman, with her love and compassion. When he'd stolen Harmon's throne, she had not killed him as a true creator should, but had exiled him to his brother's lands. And he'd been plotting his escape each moment since.

He sat back on his stolen throne and growled again. He'd only allowed Penelope to visit Rinna's realms so that he could get her married off to Jareth. She was an innocent, and was not bound by the treaty that held him in exile. He'd blocked her memories of her seeing him kill her parents, blocked her magic so that only he would be able to touch it. He'd sent her to Rinna's world to gain him entrance. But if she was on protected land, he could not call her back and he could not proceed. But he would keep trying, he could not lose that power that fed him. Too much was at stake for his plans to fail now.

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Rinna looked down at Penelope, who had fallen to the ground, eyes unfocused. A wave of pity welled up inside of her, followed by regrets best not pondered on just now. She'd promised the girl's mother that Penelope would always be taken care of, and Rinna had not been able to keep that promise. After Famish had killed Harmon and Verity, she'd had to close off the borders of the troll teritories to keep the rest of her world safe. Unknowingly trapping Penelope there to deal with an angry Famish. It was a mistake that haunted Rinna each day of her life. But since Penelope was in one of Rinna's protected places, Famish's evil was draining from her - the hatred she was surrounded by was not touching her. She felt safe and scared at the same time. She felt like she was a good person again.

"Rise, child," Rinna said softly. "You and I have much to discuss."

"I must return home," Penelope said, broken. "I have failed."

"No, I have failed you," Rinna said, holding out a hand to the woman. Stunned, Penelope rose to her feet.

"I don't understand," Penelope said, glaning at Sarah and Jareth. "I've been horrible to everyone."

"You've been hurt, and you had no way of knowing how much you were wanted here. That bag you have is dark magic and we can trace the intent. Famish can be formally charged with trying to use you in his plots."

"But I don't know what his plots are," Penelope protested. Rinna embraced her.

"You've been under an enchantment, Famish has been feeding off of your magic and filling your head with darkness. Think - do you really want to hurt Jareth or Sarah? Or is it the pain inside of you telling you to do these things?"

"I - don't know. I'm feeling a bit ill, like someone's trying to drag me away."

"That would be Famish, I'd wager. Jareth, send Penelope to an oubilette."

"What?" Penelope shouted. "But," Rinna held up a hand.

"It is the one place that Famish can not see besides my own sanctuary and you are too corrupted to survive there. We will have to purge the poisons from your soul. It shall not be easy and it will only work if you agree. Will you help me cleanse your soul?"

"Oubilettes are where you put people to forget them," Penelope sighed. "Maybe that is the best place for me."

Rinna hugged her again. "They are also where people go to remember. Jareth?" Her grandson nodded and flicked his wrist.

"She's safe within the Brocade Oubilette," he said, hugging Sarah to his side. Rinna nodded.

"A pleasant room. Well done, my love. I shall go to her now. I suggest the two of you go relax this evening. Another challenge awaits and I'm sure you have much to tell your Sarah about Famish now that he was shown his hand."

"Yes, Grandmother," he bowed and he and Sarah disappeared in a flurry of glitter. Rinna turned to the fairies and bowed.

"Be prepared when your Queen has need of you. Famish will not give up so easily." The fairies bowed and Rinna nodded before turning into a silver owl and flying off towards the Brocade Oubilette to heal Penelope.

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Jareth and Sarah were at the top of a mountain, no one was around for miles. He hugged her to his side as they could see the flocks of birds circling Mt. Orthom in the distance. He told her the story of Rinna's Labyrinth.

"Long ago, a little girl loved fairy tales. She read them - even wrote a few. But her world was an unhappy place and she was very ill. One day, a king came to her and offered her a new life. They fell in love and were married, having a daughter - king gave his wife the power to create a new reality, somewhere children could dream, somewhere fairy tales could be safe. But with every good story that was kept safe, there was a darker tale. I suppose you could call it yin and yang - balance of some sort."

"Famish?" Sarah frowned. He nodded, watching the birds fly and swoop like rivers of feathers. It always calmed him but today it just made him sad.

"Yes, the Troll kingdoms were not always such. They were dwarves and goblins, Fae and sprites living in peace. King Harmon was crowned by my grandmother to watch over them as she was satisfied with her Labyrinth. But his younger brother Famish longed for power and though we can not prove it, we believe he killed King Harmon and his queen, my mother's best friend. They were Penelope's parents."

"That would make her a princess," Sarah said, confused. "But she isn't called that?"

"Because when Famish claimed the kingdom, he took away her title saying that since Harmon was not the true king, she could not be royal. The memories you pulled from her today, they will be strong evidence in convicting him. The treaty put in place shall be revoked and Famish will have to be dealt with."

"As in killed?" Sarah asked, eyes clouded.

"Perhaps, or the boundaries between our realms and his own will be permanently sealed. Either way, his hold over our futures is coming to an end."

Sarah still looked troubled. Jareth stared down at her, concerned.

"Penelope will be safe now, Famish has no real power or way to come to us without her. And I will protect you with my life." He bent down to kiss her. "You still look unhappy." Sarah stared off into the distance, not looking at him. This, he did not like.

"I never thought I would come back to you. I never thought any of this was possible. I thought being Queen would be what I needed, just so I had an excuse to be with you."

"Does this displease you in some way?" His eyes searched her face in worry. She didn't answer, only walking to a large tree and sitting beneath it, pulling her knees up to her chin and wrapping her arms around them. He stood there, waiting for a response, his heart pounding in his chest. She could not think to leave him now, his heart ached with the thought of it. She looked up at him, and saw his fears. Swallowing, she held out her arms to him, trying to smile.

"No, I'm not displeased. I'm scared." He ran to her and knealt on the ground next to her, holding her in his arms, rocking her gently.

"I will not let you come to harm," he vowed, crushing her to him.

"I'm not afraid for myself, Jareth. This is real, all of it. I'm trying to become a queen over a world I know nothing about and I was doing it just to be with you. But there are responsibilities here that I'm just not sure I'm ready for - I guess I don't know if I belong here after all."

He stood up and walked a few feet away from her, anger in every step.

"You do not love me." The accusation sliced through her like ragged glass and she jumped to her feet in protest.

"I - Jareth, how can you say such a thing, I do love you - I would die without you. I just don't think I'm good enough for this, for you. I keep feeling I'm not brave enough or smart enough or," her words were cut off by his lips suddenly over hers, demanding, punishing, claiming her soul in a mad burst of anger and love. He raised his head to glare at her with a fury she'd never seen before on his face. It scared her with its intensity even as she longed for him to kiss her again. She was shocked to see tears in his eyes and he held her to him and her arms wrapped around him in comfort.

"I will die without you, Sarah. You have haunted my dreams for as long as I've known of you. I have waited years for you to grow, first into the teenaged girl who defied me, and then now, into the woman who defies me still. You cannot claim me and then tell me you do not deserve me, my heart will stop beating. We have bonded for eternity, we cannot be parted by your doubts or your fears. You are queen of my heart, forever. Do you understand?"

"I just want to do what is right, for everyone," Sarah sobbed, feeling small and insignificant. He kissed her again, gently and with a depth of emotion that rocked every cell of her body. She melted into his embrace and kissed him back, savoring the taste of him, the safety of his embrace. He was right, she couldn't leave him - couldn't leave this world. She'd thought she'd still live Above Ground but she couldn't - not when everything she loved so much was here in this place, with her king.

"You are meant to be here, Sarah. You took a selfish, cruel Goblin King and made him love you simply by existing. Your powers are greater than you realize."

"You are still selfish Jareth," she said and he caught her small smile. Grinning back at her, he let his hands find their way under her shirt, pulling it out of her tight pants. She laughed as he struggled to remove her pants, a bit of sympathy perhaps from the times she'd had to remove his. His tongue swirled inside her navel and she gasped with need. He laughed, sure of her desire for him. He kissed her again, long and slow, letting his tongue slide over her top teeth, making her giggle.

"True, and I can also be cruel. But," he whispered, removing their clothes with magic. "I rather think you enjoy it."

"Hmm, maybe you need to make me believe that, Goblin King," she whispered back to him. "I may need convincing."

His eyes darkened as his mouth bent to claim a breast, biting and nipping at her flesh as she pushed herself into his mouth. Vines from the tree above them slithered down, wrapping around her wrists, pulling her arms above her head. She looked up in surprise to see Jareth grin.

"You doubted our love, Princess. You must be punished." He pinned her to the ground, his knees bent on either side of her hips and tickled her mercilessly. She screamed and writhed beneath him as a crystal was conjured.

"No, not again," she moaned. He laughed, an evil sound that sent chills through her body. He broke it over her body, and watched tiny feathers fall from the orb, attacking each exposed inch of flesh. She laughed, tormented as he spread her legs far apart, letting the feathers stroke her heat. With each tiny lick of the feathers between her thighs, she thrashed, the pressure building slowly until she was mad with need. And still he watched her, as she begged him to stop.

With a flick of his wrist the feathers were gone. She sighed in relief until she felt his tongue over her clit, sucking and licking her roughly. His hands reached up and he scraped his nails over her exposed stomach, delighting in the way she shuddered beneath his torture. Oils were produced from thin air and he massaged the front of her body, taking careful care to slide slick fingers into her body and moving deeper as his thumb circled just outside of her entrance, driving her into sobs of pleasure. The oils licked at her flesh like tongues. Oh yes, she remembered this from the last time he'd tied her up, and that made her remember something else.

"Evil woman," he laughed, watching her face contort as she tried to regain control. She glared up at him then smiled.

"Jareth," she screamed. "I wish you were the one tied up, I'd show you how evil I could be," she panted. In an instant, Jareth was now beneath her, naked and bound to the tree.

"Damn that gag, I should have remembered," he groaned. Sarah took the oils and poured it over his exposed flesh, smoothing it over his chest, lower into the crease between his inner thighs and his erection, around his sac, until she grinned and grabbed what she wanted. Wrapping her hand around him, she pulled hard, making him gasp. Her right hand moved in a smooth, steady rhythm, as her left trailed sharp nails up and down his inner thighs. Just as he was pushing into her hand, she backed away and stood there, staring down at him.

"Sarah, please - untie me, need to touch you," he gasped and she laughed. Her hands went up to her breasts, stroking them lightly, rubbing the nipples into hardened pebbles. She kept one hand on her breast as the other ventured lower to between her thighs and she slid a finger up inside, groaning as she entered herself.

"Mmm, so good, almost like you were doing it. But you can't can you? Poor, helpless Jareth - you say you've always watched me? Did you watch all those nights I did this to myself?"

"Yes," he ground out harshly, straining to release his bonds. "Now let me touch you!"

"Not yet," she purred. "You seem to like punishment and I have to admit - it gets addicting." Her finger moved inside of her, causing her to settle back onto the ground, legs spread before him. Her other hand reached over and began stroking him again. He struggled to break free, to claim her yet again, to make her beg him - oh she was killing him slowly.

"Sarah, I warn you," he growled.

"Warn me? I think not, I'm your queen, remember? Perhaps you've forgotten what power I do have over you." She crawled on top of him, guiding her to her entrance, pushing her body down on top of his erection slowly, then rising back up again. She did this a few times, as he panted for breath, swirling her hips in a soothing pattern above his trapped body, taunting him by keeping her breasts lowered towards his lips only to pull them away when he went to bite her.

"Sarah, please," he begged. She smiled widely at him and the vines released him. Growling louder he grabbed her wrists over her head, pounding into her flesh, half crazed with lust, thrusting over and over again as waves of electricity exploded between their bodies. Sarah screamed, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him into her further.

"More, Jareth, more - now - need - more," her breathing shallow, her face flushed. He didn't speak, only continued the thrusts into her welcoming body, focused on branding her in a way that would make certain she would never again question her place in this world or his bed. She was his - and she wasn't going anywhere.

"Say you're mine," he commanded, glaring down at her. She gulped, nervously at the look on his face.

"Jareth," she said and he thrust even more deeply into her, making her scream.

"Say it!"

"I'm yours, Jareth," she obeyed, and they came together in a blaze of power that stunned them both, as if their bodies were disintegrating and rebuilding over and over again. They lay slumped on the ground, out of breath and after a moment, Sarah laughed. Jareth looked down at her again, still buried inside of her very happy body.

"And what is so amusing?" Jareth asked, moving his hips in a way that even now, made her want him.

"If this happens every time we fight, I'm never gonna be nice to you again," she giggled. After a moment of shock, he laughed into her hair and pulled out of her, clothing them in appropriate attire for a nice long nap beneath their tree.