A/N I own nothing from the source material, songs, or oc's from MyraValhallah's story. Just doing this for fun. the song from the last chapter they were all singing was "Can't Stop Myself From Loving You" by William Shakespeare. Don't be afraid faithful readers. Nothing can harm anyone in this story and the pairs will always be the pairs. The Doctor will be fine. Tara is the name I am giving to the TARDIS since the source material gave the Labyrinth the name Rin.

Chapter 12

Sarah picked at her jeans uncomfortably as Rin and Tara discussed maze maintenance and Christine and Rose spoke about the shifts contemporary pop. Sarah was an observant child, which hadn't helped much with her parent's divorce, and right now she had an irksome feeling. The tea ended and Rose told the group she was on her way to find the Doctor. Sarah told Rose where she had left the Doctor at the painting and the three ladies wished her well. Then, in one fluid motion, they turned on her.

"Hello again, little girl." The woman in the copper gown named Rin smiled at her.

"Yes, it is time to help you now." Said the woman in the gown named Tara.

"Don't scare her dears." Christine smiled at Sarah.

Sarah looked down at her feet and back up at them. "Where is Ayesha?"

"She left with her mate just before tea. In fact once I find my husband I'm afraid Jareth will be on his own in his kingdom once more." Christine passed her hand over the table and the settings disappeared. "Though," she cast a probing gaze upon the young woman, "he doesn't have to be."

"I," Sarah stepped back a bit, "I don't need to be match made thank you. I just want to get back home actually."

Tara and Rin looked at each other nervously. Rin spoke up while Tara told Christine she could leave now. "Sarah. Sarah if you don't at least try to speak with him then a deal far beyond your comprehension will go south."

"What are you talking about?" Sarah looked between the two women and realized that getting answers would be as easy as pulling teeth.

The three women were alone in the garden as night began to fall. Rin watched absentmindedly as the labyrinth surrounding them shifted slightly. Tara pursed her lips trying to find what would be best to say. "It's about Gallifrey."

"That planet?" Sarah remembered the Doctor mentioning it off hand.

"It's going to need help. A lot of help. But you see, the Doctor you have met is not old enough yet but he was going to die."

"Die?!" Sarah thought he looked rather healthy.

"Yes, it is a whole process, he will get a new face but he needs to do something first. He needs to meet his future and his past but it hasn't happened yet."

"Then how do you know about it?"

Rin realized it was her turn to speak. "The Day of the Doctor approaches. He must keep his face and also lose it in order to save the planet that will save the universe. The power to do this will require three kings."

"You have three kings. I have met them. What do you need me, the Doctor or Rose for?"

"We must have a king from each. One who has run from the world, that would be Erik, one who has helped others run, Jareth, and one who runs to save it, your Doctor."

Sarah felt sick. "You're tricking three people aren't you?"

Tara did look as though she felt remorse for it. "Jareth will only agree to help if you are part of the deal. The Doctor will only stay if he thinks Rose needs him more than the universe will."

"And Erik?"

Tara looked at Rin. "Erik will do anything for his son."

"I will tell them that you are manipulating all of them."

"It is for the best of the universe." Tara stepped closer.

"I will still tell them all of it."

Rin stepped behind her. "No you won't." With a well placed hand upon Sarah's forehead Rin wiped her memory of the entire conversation.

Sarah fell to the paved path and the two women were gone.

A/N Ok in End of Time the Doctor already stated that he had married "good ol' Bess." Who is Elizabeth I thus making him technically a king (OK a Prince Consort), but, it is clear the marriage didn't work out in the Shakespeare Code. Besides he needs to be king of his own little pocket of the universe. Don't you think?