A/N: I hope you have all had a wonderful Christmas and festive season, and I trust you will be having a great new year. Knock it back and party hard guys, I leave this chapter for you as my little introduction into 2016!

Have a good one, and enjoy the rest of the holidays. I'll be sure to update more frequently from now on. xx

I'M NOT A WANDERING STAR

Sarah awoke to find herself seated in a chair in a strange and unfamiliar room.

She blinked furiously in the bright light, and jerked her head up from where it had been hanging limply and unconsciously over the back of the chair. Her neck ached from the awkward position it had been in, and Sarah could only wonder how long she had been there for.

Looking ahead of her, a bright surge of light seemed to block her vision- for all she could see were bright white rays, so harsh they hurt to look directly at, and feeling as though her eyes were being burnt Sarah looked away. Attempting to stand up, Sarah also discovered that her legs appeared to not be working- she couldn't feel them nor move them at all. Startled, she cried out, gripping the arms of the chair forcefully with both hands.

"Help!" She cried, trying desperately to move her legs, but to no avail. Panic began to burn in her mind and before she knew it, Sarah was thrashing violently in the chair as the bright light grew more seering and close.

Concern flickered across Jareth's face as he watched Sarah struggling in the chair. He hadn't expected her to react this way and he hesitated before moving foward towards her. He didn't know what had happened to her legs, he had never seen this type of reaction before. Transporting humans from the Aboveground to the Underground sometimes did have it's side effects and perhaps he had been too quick in thinking she would be fine- as she had been the last time. Things chopped and changed in the Underground just like the magic. What happens once should not be taken for granted a second time- nothing was ever guaranteed.

Sarah's legs should come right and return to normal soon, but Jareth couldn't risk causing her further damage, especially in the way she flailed violently. She was going to hurt herself if he didn't stop her.

Quick as a flash, Jareth was at her side. She blinked blindly at him in disorientation and he realized that as well as her legs, her eyes were still getting used to being back in the Labyrinth. The magic that radiated out from him was blinding her, for it's power in the Underground was much stronger than anywhere else.

Sarah couldn't understand what she was seeing. while Jareth stood right in front of her, all she could see was white radiance before her, even brighter now that he were nearer.

Heart pounding in her chest, Sarah tried to shield her face, writhing around in the chair.

Jareth could sense her fear.

"Help!" Sarah cried again, this time more desperately. "Somebody help me!"

She continued to bash and bruise her body frantically in the wooden chair, her legs paralyzed and un-moving. Her breathing was hyperventilated as she desperately struggled, but it was against herself and to no avail.

She cried out in exasperation just as she felt a warm breathe in her ear. "Shhhh."

A gentle voice whispered, and she froze, her eyes searching the milky brilliance that surrounded her. She gulped, for she knew quite well who it was.

She hated not being able to see him and she started thrashing again. "I can't move my legs!" She wailed.

"Sarah, just shhhh." The voice breathed again, low and soothing, so close it sounded like it was coming from inside her head. For the second time, she froze, her heart beating so frantically she thought it would burst. Sarah felt her eyes closing against her will, as she felt a warm wave of serenity wash over her at the sound of Jareth's deeply lulling voice.

"Where are you! I can't see you!" She stammered shakily. SIlence greeted her.

And as if by magic, but of course it was magic, the white light vanished suddenly.

Sarah felt a tear slip down her cheek and she rubbed at it impatiently, not wanting him to see her cry. It was all too much for her- everything that was happening. Slowly she looked up with tear sparkled and distressed eyes, that looked as though they were seeing the world for the first time after a lifetime of being blind, and met the mighty Goblin King's gaze who stood right before her.

She let out a shaky breathe at the sight of him. "My legs won't work." She whispered to him, not caring what he thought. He saw real worry and upset in her expression.

Slowly, he stepped closer to her and knelt down. Sarah tried to draw away and gasped, but he hushed her.

"Do you want me to help you or not?" Jareth's voice was deep with a hint of amusment as he raised an eyebrow at her. For the first time ever, Sarah was looking at him at equal eye level.

"I, I.." She stammered, but he cut her off. Slowly yet purposefully he raised a hand to her leg closest to him, all the while watching Sarah's eyes. She involuntarily bit her lip and narrowed her eyes as she realised what he was about to do.

Jareth's eyebrows darted even higher and he almost gave a hint of a smirk as he saw Sarah's expression. Slowly, his hand came to rest on her leg, just above her knee. Sarah flinched at the warmth that flowed through his black gloves from his hand and into her leg. It began to tingle and she realised with a little gasp that he was using magic to return the feeling to her legs.

Silently she watched in wonderment as Jareth focused on what he was doing, his face set as though he were concentrating very hard.

Sarah felt a little wave of embarrassment pass through her at the sight of Jareth- the man she had been longing for and dreaming of for so long, touch her legs. She blushed deeply, Jareth could be so gentle and caring. She had been yearning for it for so long. He looked up to her as he finished with her first leg, and she looked away quickly, hoping he wouldn't see her crimson cheeks. Even though he was being soft and gentle, kneeling in front of her, his sense of mightiness just about swept Sarah off her feet. He moved to her other leg, and curiously she tested the one he had just finished with, rolling her ankle from side to side slowly. Relief flooded through her that she had regained all the feeling in her leg and she glanced over at Jareth again.

Once more he placed his hand on her leg just above her knee, and concentrated deeply on working his magic through his hand. Warmth flooded through her at the place he was touching, spreading all over her leg until she could feel each muscle again and feel his hand more strongly. Without realising it, Sarah sighed, relieved that her legs were back to normal again. Jareth looked back up to her with a glint of something unidentifiable in his eye, holding his hand on her leg a moment longer as his gaze lingered, before brushing it off and slipping it over her knee as he stood.

"I didn't realise you could do that." Sarah uttered quietly.

Jareth stood for a moment looking at her with a strange expression on his face, before he quickly shook his head and spun around.

"I can do a great many things." He said dismissively as he began to walk away.

"Wait, you can't just leave me here! I don't even know where I am!" She cried, jumping her from the chair and nearly stumbling over from giddiness.

Jareth continued to walk away, towards a door at the end of the room. He took long, purposeful strides and never once hesitated or looked back.

"Why Sarah, you're in my castle." He said turning, as he reached the door- a familiar smile on his lips. With that, he opened the door and closed it behind him.