Famish called his bag to himself, knowing it would help him locate Penelope. He would lock her away in her room and make certain she could not leave him again. The Goblin king's human would have to be killed soon so that he could position Penelope to be Jareth's only option for a bride.

The bag shimmered before him, a strange energy coming forth from it as though white magic was fighting the darkness inside. He got off of his throne and cautiously approached the bag, narrowing his eyes as he came closer. He could hear voices inside of it and became alert to the energy of Rinna's fairies. Would they have broken the treaty and come to him in attack? He would stomp on the little bugs and burn his boots with their bloody bodies still smeared on them.

As the bag hovered over the floor in front of him, a small child appeared off to the side of the room. She looked around calling for her mother. Famish frowned - she looked exactly like Penelope had as a child and he reached for her out of instinct. She kicked him, knocking the bag over and the fairies flew out, swords raised.

"You killed my momma," little Penelope yelled. Guards went to catch her and she dove under their legs, making them crash into each other.

"Catch them all, you fools," Famish shouted, running to grab his niece. Rinna must have used her magic to bring the girl back to when her magic had been bound to Famish. She had it all back in her possession now until he could do the binding spell again. He must catch her!

The fairies flew in an erratic pattern, knocking over wine bottles and flinging them at guards who ducked, swearing at the small warriors. Penny laughed and picked up a bottle, throwing it at Famish.

"Quick this way," a fairy shouted and blasted a hole in the door leading out of the throne room. The other fairies grabbed the girl and lifted her up, flying fast.

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Sarah groaned as Jareth's lips covered every inch of skin. He was torturing her bound body, not letting her touch him. She was going to have to watch her words from now on...or maybe not...she was losing touch with reality.

"Jareth, please, I can't take it - need you inside me now," she panted as he licked and bit her breasts, his fingers stroking her madly. He laughed, low and silky and chills spread throughout her exposed body. He ran his tongue around each nipple, biting gently as she arched towards his questing mouth.

"Say your right words, my queen," he hissed.

"I love you," she had lost track of how long they'd been taking turns tying each other up but she'd never felt more loved or passionate. He slid into her again and she saw stars burst behind her closed eyes. As they rode the storm to completion, their mingled screams joined together, and the baby owl looked away, suddenly embarassed.

"Sarah - Jareth, come to the sanctuary - now," Rinna's voice pierced the rapture they were riding and the bindings on Sarah broke loose, causing her to charm clothes on again. Jareth growled in frustration but did the same and they teleported to the sanctuary, Sarah's little owl perched on her shoulder.

Rinna was standing there, looking guilty.

"Grandmother, where is Penelope?" Jareth asked, glancing around the oubilette. Rinna looked frustrated, and Sarah had never seen the Guardian less than perfectly calm.

"She left and we have to get her back - now. Sarah will have to go, she's the only one who is not yet fully Fae or crowned royal - she would not be breaking the treaty."

"Go - go where?" Sarah asked, nervous. "Where did Penelope go?"

"Home," Rinna said shortly, starting to pace. "I regressed her to a child - when Famish bound her magic."

"She's in his castle as a child?" Jareth asked, amazed. "She'll never survive."

"There's more - the fairy guard has also crossed over to his world - the last time I sensed them, they were near the dark bag. I fear they have gone back with it to confront Famish."

"What?" Jareth asked. He turned to Sarah then back at Rinna. "She isn't trained to fight, Grandmother, She'll be helpless."

"Sarah is the only one who can cross over without being detected by Famish's magic. She's not yet Fae or royal so she is our only option. I would not send her into a suicide mission, Jareth. Trust me."

"The way Penelope trusted you?" Jareth asked without thinking. His grandmother glared at him and lightning danced over their heads.

"That is uncalled for, Goblin King. Penelope's hurts go beyond the norm, she's not thinking clearly and she went back to the only home she's ever known. We must get her back while her mind is still untouched by Famish's evil. And Sarah is the only one who can do it."

Sarah was listening to them talk and Merliah snuggled up against her cheek.

We can do this together, Mistress. I shall protect you...

Sarah smiled and stroked the little bird's head affectionately. "I will go and get Penelope out, if you tell me how I'm supposed to do it." At Jareth's look of fear she kissed him softly. "The fairies are my people now and Penelope is an innocent child," she said and Jareth shot a glare at his grandmother. "And I have to help them. It's what a queen would do, right?"

Jareth stared up at the ceiling, patiently swearing to himself in the Old Language. Then he smirked at Sarah and held up his hands.

"As usual, you are correct and I cannot shield you from your duty to your people. But - I will still be in your mind and you will listen to me when I tell you how to proceed. Is that clear? I'll be able to see through your eyes and guide you to your reckless little heathens and the girl."

"That is acceptable, my king," Sarah said demurely and Rinna grinned.

"Now that it's settled, let's get Sarah over there," the Guardian said and Jareth said something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like 'crazy old woman'.