I MOVE THE STARS FOR NO ONE

Sarah whirled around, stumbling on the ground.

Jareth stood in front of the window looming tall above her on the floor. An unfelt wind whirled around him, causing his ash blonde hair to whip around his face and his grey cape to flutter and wrap around his lithe, yet strong form. Toby was held casually in his arms, looking content and happy.

Jareth's face was set in a firm expression- his familiar hint of a smile replaced by a look of stern pity as he gazed onto Sarah.

Regaining her breathe she had lost when she'd first seen him, Sarah rushed to her feet- ignoring the searing pain in her head.

Jareth noticed her wince, and cocked his head to the side, a flash of interest crossing his eyes in the dark and what might have been concern. His lips relaxed ever so slightly, as though he were going to say something, before tightening firmly again.

Sarah's mouth was slightly open, as she stared at the goblin King standing tall and mighty in her parents room, holding her baby brother. What a thing- to be replaying everything exactly the way it had happened mere weeks ago. She gulped- she had no idea what to say now that he was here.

All Sarah could do was admire Jareth and look upon him, gawking at his mighty presence. The feeling of longing she had felt for weeks was gone, and only confusion was left in it's place. He made her feel confused- so confused. The only time she wasn't sure about herself was when she was around him.

A minute might have passed by before the silence was broken. Sarah realised Jareth was waiting for her to speak. She had after all, called him.

"Please..." She managed to begin quietly, but was cut off as Jareth stepped towards her menacingly. Without thinking, Sarah took a step backwards, her words swallowed. The smile that she knew all too well crossed his face, mocking her wariness of him.

Sarah felt inferior to the goblin King- she always did a bit, but when he looked at her that way she felt so unimaginably small. She realised that despite everything she knew about him (which wasn't much) she was still wary of him- wary of his power. She still didn't entirely know how he felt about her- if he felt anything at all.

In front of Sarah stood a man who was capable of doing anything. The whole world was in his palms- he could make anything become possible. Anything.

Sarah knew she had to be confident. She may feel small besides his supremacy but she couldn't act it. She couldn't let him see her weakness- her weakness that was him.

"Please listen to me." She said more boldly, taking a challenging step foward and jutting out her chin to meet his stare evenly.

Finally, Jareth spoke. His voice meeting her ears felt like smooth honey.

"What is it now, Sarah?"

The way he said her name made her skin tingle. How many times had this man made her tingle? Sarah looked away and set her sights on Toby who was staring at her, but looking exceptionally content for a baby who was held in the arms of a dangerous goblin King.

Jareth stepped foward again and she was about to back up once more, before catching herself and standing her ground firmly.

The thought of his voice and what he wore had distracted her so much that now she had forgotten what she was going to say.

Sarah blushed deeply and hoped he wouldn't be able to see her in the dim light.

All she could do was stare up at his face, wide eyed and gaping mouthed as he advanced on her.

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Jareth had known Sarah would summon for the goblins. He knew she was a clever a girl and would eventually work out the one and only way to get his attention.

He was sworn- it was part of his duty as goblin King to accept any child wished away to the goblins and the Underground. He had to take them back to his Labyrinth, no matter who they were or why they were wished away. It was practically the only rule he had to follow and Jareth knew Sarah understood it.

She didn't know what she was doing, she was so young and naive- she was just a foolish girl. There was no way she could understand the repercussions of her wish and what it meant for her.

How she turns my world, Jareth thought icily. But could he really blame her?

She starved and near exhausted him but she couldn't be blamed- it was his fault, it was his fault for letting her believe there would ever be something...something between them.

Jareth wanted to kick himself, he was forced to appear at her wish and he couldn't bear to break her little heart even more.

He flew into the window and transformed into his human form just as he saw Sarah be knocked out from the force of his powerful magic used to transform him. Toby flew out of her hands and Jareth caught him gracefully, deeply murmuring to the baby to stop his cries.

He looked onto Sarah, her head resting painfully against the side of the cot. Jareth couldn't stand seeing Sarah hurt, and it always seemed to be his fault. She had hit her head so hard and he rushed over to her without thinking, the wind swirling his cape around them both as he knelt down besides her. Shifting Toby to one arm, Jareth put his hand against Sarah's chest.

Touching her felt like an electric shock and he sharply pulled his hand back. This is what her effect was on him and his magic. He almost couldn't handle it.

Trying to ignore the electricity that pulsed through his hand, through the black customary gloves he wore, Jareth placed his hand gently back on her chest, right above her breast. He could feel her heartbeat there- somewhat faint and labored but there all the same. The longer he kept his hand there, the more he felt her heartbeat steady out and return to it's normal pace. He shouldn't be interfering and using magic on her body but he couldn't just leave her for he was the cause for all this. Subconsciously, Sarah's hand moved to rest on top of his and Jareth was about to pull away from her contact, but decided against it. He was so drawn to her. This was the first time she had ever touched him- and even though she was unconscious, Jareth savoured the moment.

He leant down and placed his soft lips gently above her ear, accidentally brushing them across her cheek as he moved to whisper carefully to her.

"Oh, Sarah." He breathed delicately to her unconscious form. How could he stay angry with her?

He was about to say more when Sarah stirred, her eyelids fluttering. Quickly, Jareth pulled his hand back from where it rested against her and got up, returning to his spot in front of the window.

When Sarah had woken up, he had seen her pain as she stood. He had tried to hold a firm, unforgiving expression, but seeing her wince and knowing how much her head ached made Jareth's sterness slip for a second. He had to shield his inner emotions from her, she could never know of them again. He had made the biggest mistake in ever letting his feelings get in the way of his senses and he couldn't let her even catch a hint of what he really felt.

Jareth had not known what to say, so he had remained quiet, waiting for Sarah to speak first. It was a long time before she did but he quickly cut her off as he took an intimidating step towards her. The tone of her voice was too soft, too gentle, he couldn't let her speak to him like that- she had to be wary of him, she had to fear him. It was for her own good.

But when Sarah had stepped foward, jutting out her chin and challenging him back, even though he could see she was scared and trying to hide it, Jareth was reminded of the old Sarah. The Sarah who had run through his Labyrinth- that determined, undeterred Sarah.

Jareth couldn't let her be that way anymore.