A/N: I'm sorry for the incredibly long wait between uploading. Matric has taken its toll on me and also to tell you all the truth, a lot of things have happened in my life after Bowie died that sort of made me lose interest and become distracted from FanFiction. But I've realized that I have been missing my writing incredibly much and I will continue to finish this story. I have great plot ideas to make it very interesting, so stay tuned for more! Please don't forget to follow and review, and once again, I'm sorry I've made you wait this long.

MISTAKES MADE

As much as Jareth hated the fact that he had made his life more complicated by bringing Sarah back to the Underground, he couldn't be completely cruel to the girl and keep her locked up forever in his East wing of the castle...As much as he felt like very well doing just that right now.

He supposed he needed to try tell her some things and make her understand...Make her understand as much as she could handle right now in the situation. He didn't like the predicament he was about to put himself in, but it was unavoidable.

Taking in a deep breathe and trying to calm his unsettled thoughts, Jareth took off down the hallway in long, graceful strides, his boots clicking against the tiled floor.

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Sarah's sniveling subsided as she heard a sound in front of her. Looking up, she quickly wiped away her tears as she saw the Goblin King appear before her.

Her gaze hardened, and Jareth noted a tear slide down her cheek slowly, at the same time as her eyes spat out fire. It was almost humorous, how guarded she had become around him. He felt his heart soften just a little bit at the sight of her puffy, tear sparkled eyes and red cheeks. She had done so much crying and he feared what he was going to tell her would make her cry a whole lot more.

He cleared his throat and shifted his weight onto one leg, bending the other at the knee and placing it front of him, as he folded his arms across his chest. There was nothing he could do.

"Crying is not going to get you anywhere." He said mockingly, perhaps sounding harsher than what he intended.

Sarah fumed. How could he have this attitude now? She stood up and unexpectedly walked over to him boldly.

Sarah ignored him. "Well maybe you can tell me what the hell is going on!" She said defiantly, too crossing her arms across her chest.

At first Jareth was a bit taken aback at her sudden confidence, but he quickly regained his officialism when he realised how Sarah had so brazenly challenged him and been so demanding.

"Careful now, Sarah." He said darkly, taking a step towards her.

Sarah recognised the menace in his voice, and realised how defiant she had been. For a moment she had forgotten the immense power of the Goblin King and her courage was quickly stumped as she was reminded of just how wary she should still be of him.

She took a step backwards, away from him, and bumped right back into the chair, collapsing into it. Quickly she tried to get back up- she didn't like Jareth looking down on her so much and feeling even more powerless when he was acting minacious, but he moved to block her, realising his opportunity to be even more in power and control of her. He stepped right up in front of her, and looked down into her wide eyes, a grim expression on his face.

There was nothing Sarah could do, but sit frozen, hoping he would back off soon. He was so close it made her heart skip a beat, but this time it wasn't out of excitement or longing. She could see just how she had challenged his superiority as King, and she gripped the arms of the chair tightly.

Jareth made a frustrated sound in his throat, looking down at her for a moment longer, before sighing and stepping backwards as he turned and crossed the room to the window, freeing Sarah of his intense physical trap. Now wasn't the time for intimidation- he had come to explain things to her, and she was only making that all the more harder to do.

Sarah let out a quiet breathe she didn't realise she had been holding, as he turned and moved his attention away from her. Her grip on the chair softened, and she was about to get up, when he turned around to face her again.

"I suppose you're wondering what exactly is going on." He said, sounding impatient.

This was draining him already.

He matched her stare evenly and raised an eyebrow nonchalantly.

Before Sarah could reply, he had begun to carry on.

"Well...where do I start?" He asked rhetorically, more to himself than to her.

"I suppose you're also wondering where your poor little baby brother is." He said, an accusing edge in his tone, raising an eyebrow slightly at Sarah.

"Well where is he?" Sarah cut in, grabbing the arms of the chair again, her body noticeably becoming tense.

"No need to be concerned." Jareth said. "He's safe in my castle...with my goblins." There was an element in his voice that made him sound as though he knew something Sarah didn't. She remained quiet and rigid.

"You did wish him away, so I don't know what you expected to happen. Perhaps you wouldn't mind enlightening me?" Jareth sounded bored and gazed expectantly at Sarah.

She had no idea how to reply, and so she kept her mouth tightly shut, looking away to the ground. How would she ever explain to him what had been her real reason? Surely he must be making his own assumptions by now...

"Or perhaps you would care to inform me on just what you will be doing when I keep the baby here forever?"

Sarah's heart stopped and she felt sick to the stomach. Surely he can't mean it. But yet, she knew how it went. The Underground didn't give second chances, and Jareth certainly didn't either.

Sarah had been so determined to be with this man- to sacrifice everything she had ever known to be with him in his Labyrinth. That had been her intent, right from the making of her first decision, when she had begun devising her plan.

She was going to tell him...but she thought he would've been different. She hadn't expected him to be this harsh and cold.

Sarah bit back what she had been planning on saying for so long and instead lowered her head defeatedly, as Jareth continued to watch her in mock expectancy.

An almost indistinguishable tear rolled down her cheek.

She would not tell him.