DISCLAIMER - I don't own Sarah or Jareth or the Labyrinth (unfortunately) they belong to Jim Henson & Co, and I'm definitely not making a profit from this.
All other NPC's are a figment of my own imagination.

Entering the open front door he avoided most of the mess Ollie had created and set about wheedling permission from the officers to get a few things for Sarah from her room. Eventually they caved in confirming that her bedroom and therefore anything in it wasn't currently part of the crime scene. Relieved he escaped and closed the door to her room behind him breathing a sigh of relief. Glad that here at least things were undisturbed. He sat down on the edge of her bed and closed his eyes before summoning an orb.
"Anyetta, how are things in the labyrinth?" he asked her hazy reflection.
"Its not good Jareth. Darker than earlier. It's starting to affect the goblins a lot more." she sighed in worry. "Tell me you are going to fix things with Sarah?"
"She's been hurt. I..."
"Well damn well fix her, then the pair of you can fix the labyrinth!"
"It may take more time than I thought."
"We aren't going anywhere. Yet. Will you keep me up to date?"
"As long as you tell my brother."
"From the look on his face he already knows. You reordered time didn't you."
Internally he winced.
"It was necessary."
"The cost..."
"Is mine to bear as ever. I will contact you when I can, I will not return to the Labyrinth until things are, in hand here." He paused and took a deep breath.
"Anyetta. I do not know how much time I will loose. How much... memory will be unavailable to me when I return, you must... not let me do something I may later regret."
"Of course. I will try my best. Take care of her whilst you can." He crushed the orb into oblivion in his hand and stood orientating himself before heading to the bathroom. Here he caught the faint smell of the shower gel and shampoo she used mixed with the delicate floral scent of her new perfume. For a moment the scents overwhelmed him and he leaned heavily against the sink in anger and worry for her.
"Get a grip." he snarled catching sight of his reflection in the mirror before running the hot water to wash his hands and face. Picking up her hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste plus her bag of makeup he walked back into the bedroom and placed them in a pile on the bed. catching sight of her mobile siting on the bedside table plugged in to charge. He couldn't abide the things but in this case common sense overrode his aversion. Picking it up he stuck it in a pocket of his suit before searching for a bag.
Heading to the dresser he rummaged, taking out a few skinny t-shirts and then finding himself looking at a draw of underwear he resisted all temptation to grin like a teenager knowing she would be furious with him for snooping in her personal things. Carefully and neutrally he picked out a couple of plain pairs before heading to the wardrobe. At the bottom he found a large carryall and some jogging bottoms plus a warm top. Throwing them and the other things in the bag he made his way out to the lounge.
In front of him a crime scene investigator was taking photos of the paperwork scattered across the floor whilst another one took measurements and notes of the blood smears across the wall and floor.
"Find what you needed?" the officer asked walking over to him.
"Yes thanks. Can I take Toby's bag as well? He will need it for school." he said nodding towards the discarded rucksack by the door. He had to wait whilst the officer checked with CSI but then agreed, ushering him from the apartment in case he interfered with any more evidence.

With so many curious onlookers around not to mention police Jareth stepped out of the building and went to the hospital the conventional way, hailing a cab. The driver happily talked endlessly about all the crimes he had seen or heard about in his time as a cabby, not really noticing that Jareth didn't respond. At the hospital entrance Jareth handed the cabby money for the fare, glad for once for his magic. A king in his realm wanted for nothing, but here in the human world money was king. He grimaced in distaste before shaking his head and entering the hospital.
There were so many ways he could have gotten the information he needed, yet as usual he found himself being circumspect, drawing as little attention as possible. A far cry from his normal approach. The receptionist took her time finding the details of where Sarah and Toby were, and what was happening with them but once he had made a note of the wards he went back outside. The astringent smell of the hospital made him feel ill. Out in the front courtyard he found an empty bench and took out Sarah's phone, fortunately it was a simple matter to find Anita's number in her recent call list and he wasted no time ringing the number back from an earlier missed call.

"Sarah! I tried calling you earlier! Ollie was on the war path this morning, please tell me he's not been to see you!" Anita gasped as soon as she answered the call.
"Anita, its Jareth."
"Jareth? Wheres Sarah?!"
"Ollie .. hurt her. I'm at the hospital with her and Toby." Jareth held the phone away from his ear as a torrent of swearing came from the other end.
"Give me 15 mins, I'll be right there!" She finally said before putting the phone down. Jareth stared blankly at the phone for another minute before reluctantly searching her contact list for Karen's number. It was likely the hospital had already called her as Toby was still a minor, but he wanted to leave nothing to chance.
"Mrs Johnson?"
"Yes? Who is this?"
"I'm sorry to disturb you Mrs Johnson, I'm a friend of Sarah's, shes been in an accident, Toby was hurt too, they are at the hospital now, I just wanted to make sure you knew."
"That bloody girl will be the death of me! I knew she was too stupid to look after Toby!" She screeched down the phone.
"With all due respect Mrs Johnson this wasn't Sarah's fault." Jareth said bristling instantly like a cat.
"She was supposed to be looking after him not getting him hurt!"
"Shes his sister not his mother. You are supposed to look after him you selfish cow." Jareth spat back before putting the phone down on her. Family duty done he sat back and waited for Anita his mind awash with what ifs and maybes.
He found himself in a daze when Anita and Chris rolled up demanding to know everything that had happened and he let their questions roll over him like a tide until they eventually shut up.
"You look like crap." Chris said handing him a coffee they had brought with them.
"Toby is in the children's ward they want to keep him overnight and scan him in case because he has concussion." Jareth said moving over so Anita could flop down onto the bench next to him.

"Sarah is in surgery. I'm not sure what for but they told me we would only be able to see her if we were family which is stupid because her family don't care. They were asking about insurance as well but I've no idea. She looked fragile when they took her away." He knew he sounded lame but right then he didn't really care. He'd come to realise that Anita and Chris were the most down to earth and understanding humans he'd ever come across. They needed to be; dealing with the things they did.
"Don't worry she's covered, I brought copies of her policy with me from the office." Anita nodded patting his arm in sympathy. He ignored the casualness of her touch.
"Has anybody told her dad?" Chris asked cautiously lowering his voice even though there was nobody within hearing. Jareth shook his head.
"Phoning Toby's mother was bad enough, vile woman. She had the nerve to blame Sarah for Toby being hurt." Jareth frowned remembering her outburst. Chris snorted.
"She's a piece of work alright. We invited her to a launch party back when we first opened and all she did all night was complain nothing was good enough."
"David has become a complete recluse. Doesn't help with him not being well himself though." Anita said standing up again. "OK let's go find a waiting room near wherever they are going to put her and get some more info from the doctors. Then you can tell us exactly what happened." She said ushering Jareth from the bench and pushing him and Chris towards the hospital entrance.

4 hours later they were finally given permission to go and see Sarah. She had been put in a private room on the badgering of Anita and lots of paper waving and as they reached the corridor they all suddenly went very quiet, apprehension of what would be waiting for them casting a grim expression on each face. Their fears were confirmed and Anita immediately burst into tears at the sight of her best friend.
"I want to kill him." She snarled flinging herself down in a chair and gently touching Sarahs mostly bandage swathed hand. Chris's response was to appropriate the chart hanging from the bottom of the bed, a frown creasing his forehead as he tried to decipher the tangled writing.
Jareth stood and stared. Horrified all over again he measured and weighed each bruise, cut and bandage that covered her, vowing to himself that Ollie would see the same and more before Jareth had finished with him. Her beautiful face was so pale and yet at the same time was covered in livid multi coloured bruises that were half hidden by swathes of white bandaging like a fragile mummy. The rest of her from what he could see was the same, though her right arm and hand was encased in a plaster cast. Machines clicked and whirred around her, all apparently content that she was still functioning, but her chest barely rose with each breath and the signature beep from the heart monitor betrayed how weak she was.
"I saw some papers on the table in the apartment..." He said after a moment. Not sure why but feeling an urgent need to break the silence.
"Papers?" Anita asked looking up. "She took only bills and receipts home from the sale last night..."
"No. These papers were different. Transfer of shares." Jareth said not taking his eyes from Sarah.
"Shares? Sarah owns most of the gallery, and her father and Toby both own smaller portions. Why would she be doing anything about transferring shares?"
"Best guess is Ollie was trying to coerce her or her father into giving him part of the shares so he could take over the gallery. Toby mentioned he'd seen him at their dads house and couldn't understand why. When Toby asked his dad he said he was confused and that a man had come to see him but he didn't remember why. The downside of Alzheimer's." Chris said putting the clipboard of patient notes down again.
Jareth finally allowed himself to move across the room and sat down into the comfy chair by the window, his gaze automatically returning to watch her.
"I'm going to get us all some extra strength coffee." Chris announced in the silence and took off before Anita or Jareth could respond.

"I know you must be a powerful man Jareth, I don't care what you do, or why you are powerful, but if you love her the way we love her, you'll do everything you can to see Ollie dead. Fuck justice, there is no justice good enough for this." Anita hissed as she gently smoothed stray strands of hair from Sarah's face, the tone of her voice in complete contrast to her actions.
Jareth frowned. "How much has she told you about me?" Anita stopped what she was doing and looked over at him.
"Nothing. Shes more close mouthed about you than anybody else I've ever known her to be interested in. We shared a dorm room when we first went to college. She used to have nightmares that made her wake up screaming. But I've also heard her speak your name when shes asleep, more times than I can count. Shes known you a long time, but not in the happiest of circumstances. Shes had more counseling than Chris which is saying something and pops anti-depressants and sleeping tablets like they are Smarties. Yet when shes with you, its like she comes alive. Most of the time shes furious with you, and confused, but sometimes shes not, and it shows. She paints pictures of you and this crazy labyrinth filled with mental creatures, and talks to herself like there's a dog in the room or something that we can't see. Anybody else would have had her locked away in a padded cell a long time ago and believe me her step-mother tried, but when you talk to her, the things she mentions, and the things she paints, shes not making up, they are real, and you are involved." Anita frowned herself trying to put her thoughts into words as she looked back down at her best friend.
"She trusts you implicitly, I hope you know how privileged you are. You may well be a King for all I know, but shes still too good for you. Shes too good for all of us, and she doesn't even realise it." Anita sniffled slumping back down in the chair behind her and rooting for a tissue in her bag.
Jareth sat in his own chair, stumped and lost for words at the revelation Anita had just provided him with.
"I saw Toby's mother. From the little she told me shes completely blaming Sarah for having an inappropriate taste in men who are nothing more than hooligans, weirdos and pathological killers; and is planning on banning Toby from staying with her any more. Such a lovely woman. She wouldn't let me go and see him either." Chris complained shuffling back into the room clutching coffees and chocolate bars. Anita immediately appropriated half the chocolate bars and a coffee. "Don't worry my fractious darling, shes a tough cookie. We'll get her though this. Wait til she wakes up and I tell her the good news." Chris grinned trying to lighten the mood in the room as he passed Jareth the 3rd coffee and a chocolate bar. He took a moment to grin wickedly as Jareth looked at the chocolate bar in disgust before placing it on the bedside table and taking a cautious sip of the fully leaded and loaded coffee.
"Good news?" Jareth asked cautiously.
"Ambrose hit the jackpot. Hes had so many commission requests from the launch party the boy has it made. I've had to do some fast dealing to make sure hes all set up, but he has to be the most successful artist on our books. Except for Sarah. Or at least she would be if she ever let anybody see her art, or buy it. How the hell did you manage to convince her to sell you those pieces last night? You been spiking her champagne?"
"Hardly." Jareth replied sipping the coffee.
"Martin!" Anita suddenly gasped standing up dropping her chocolate on the floor. "I didn't call him!"
"Don't fret Rose Petal, I called him when I was waiting for the coffee. Hes changing the locks at the gallery and will go round and make sure they've done Sarahs apartment too. He said he'll come by later this evening for visiting hours with his wife.
"You are a love. Thank you. Just not thinking straight." She sighed sitting back down and retrieving the chocolate.
"I've had a commission request for Ambrose for a full set of 4 sculptures from an anonymous buyer, payment up front. They want more of the ones he did using Sarah as the model. I guess they will have to wait til shes in better shape to sit for him. If that twat has left any scars I'm going to skin him alive and make a toilet rug from his hide so i can piss on him whenever I miss the toilet." Chris rambled on. Cackling at the thought of all the painful evil things he would do to Ollie. Jareth prudently said nothing and looked out of the small window instead.
Time seemed to slow in the semi twilight of the hospital room, Jareth watched her constantly, hardly noticing as doctors and nursing staff did their routine checks around them. There was at some point a heated discussion outside the room between Karen, the doctors, Chris and Anita, but Jareth did not get involved. He didn't need human doctors to tell him what his own eyes clearly showed.

This was not a medically induced coma, this was Sarahs mind finding the deepest darkest place to hide, to understand what had happened. To comprehend the consequences of what had taken place. Never before had he fully understood just how fragile humans were, and more importantly, just how important to him she was.