DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Labyrinth or anything/anyone affiliated with it.

WARNINGS: There is a lot more cursing in this chapter than the past ones because she is alot more grown up and so is her vocabulary ;)

A/U: Here's another one. Enjoy.

"Well, hello, Precious."

Oh. No. Fuck. Off. He is not here right now. It's all in my head. I can't do this with him right now. I closed my eyes and kept repeating 'Go away go away go away go away go away go away go away' over and over hoping he'd leave.

"That's not going to work."

I looked up. Fuck. "How do you know what I'm thinking?"

He shrugged. "I know you, Sarah."

My eyes widened. "Oh, really?! You 'know' me? That's very FUNNY because last time I recall, you left me out of the blue a couple years back. I would think that someone who 'knows' me would at least stay long enough for there to be a reason to leave. Wouldn't that make a little more sense? Oh, but I'm sure you have an excuse because you're the Goblin King and you'll save me when the world is falling down and all that bullshit. Right?!"

He should not have picked today to come out of God knows where. I'm pretty pissed and I know I'm going to say something vicious if I haven't already.

He chuckled which threw me over the edge.

"Oh? My pain is FUNNY to you? My agony over my break up, my marriage...my whole future...is funny to you?!"

He stopped and looked at me then. He rolled his eyes then snapped his fingers. All of a sudden we were in his castle. Oh, he did not just...he teleported me out of my own home!

"What the-" Before I could say anything he stopped me.

"Sarah. Calm down. I know you are upset over this...Emmett fellow. You need to just calm down and see a little more clearly. You are overreacting."

Oh. My. God. He just told me I'm overreacting. I don't think I can leave here without ripping his face off but instead of yelling more, I decided to remain silent. I'm getting nowhere yelling at him so instead I will just have to be uncooperative. I need to get out of here as fast as humanly possible. I haven't even had the chance to properly grieve the loss of my boyfriend.

"Alright, now that you are finally calm, I will begin telling you why I have showed my face again even though I swore I never would."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "I doubt anything you have to say will make a difference but you are free to try. You better hurry up, though. My patience is already thin with you."

He huffed. "Fine. It's like this, Sarah. I like you. A lot in fact."

She scoffed.

He hushed her. "No, just listen. I like you alot but I wanted to see how this romance thing with Emmett turned out. You seemed to really like him. So, I never came back to visit like you wished. Besides, I don't think that he would have had a fair shot with me around."

At this, she rolled her eyes.

"So anyway, I've been sort of...watching out for you in my crystal ball now and then just to make sure everything was going well. You have seemed so happy for as long as I have ever seen you and it was a good thing so I let it all alone. Except, today...well things didn't turned out as you had hoped..."

"Ya think?" I chimed in.

He looked at her quite exhausted. "Can you please wait until I am finished to make your sarcastic remarks?"

"Actually no. I know how this goes. You're trying to make yourself look like the hero because you, apparently, gave me up, so to speak, for my own happiness with Emmett. Now you see him gone and want me back, to get me to try a romance with you, because now there is room for it. Now you don't have to compete with another man. I use that term loosely. But, here is what you don't understand. I don't like second chances. Let alone thirds. I am not interested in anything you have to say to me."

"Sarah-"

"No. Take me home."

His eyes lit with rage then fizzled again as he grew an eery calm. "Sorry, Sarah, I'm afraid you won't be going home."

I glared at him. If I was being honest with myself, I kind of thought that this was how it was going to go. He's stubborn. I should have just pretended to listen to the rest of the story then faked nice until he brought me home. Nope. Now I'm being punished.

I huffed. "Fine. Where's my room?"

He squinted his eyes at me. "What? No fight? No tears? No 'that's not fair's'?"

"I know this game Jareth. I'm done fighting it. I know it's not fair. In fact, I'm pretty sure you're going to keep me here for days. Normally, I would have more of a problem with this but today...well...today my boyfriend, no, the love of my life left me and I need to grieve. It doesn't matter where that happens or even how long. As long as I get to do it. You may be able to stop me from grieving in my own home, but I'll be damned if you stop me here. I expect a decent guest bedroom."

He raised his eyebrows. This was certainly a different creature altogether. This was not Sarah.

"Fine, Grime shall lead you there. I hope your stay is lovely."

I shot him one last glare and left to follow the goblin up the stairs into the bedroom.

Wow. This room is even more than I expected. I knew that I was getting something great. I mean, it's a castle, after all. I just didn't think it would be so splendid. The bed was queen sized- I'll bet to make the point that no one is above 'His Highness'. The maroon curtains were floor to ceiling and covered a two door opening to the balcony. I had my own wardrobe and master bathroom. It was a dream.

I'm not going to get wrapped into it. I know the King. I know his motives. Anyone who actually cared wouldn't leave me in my worst times. I had let bygones be bygones because my life was complete with Emmett. But, at a time like this, my old anger against him seemed to be even worse. I had no friends. I knew I had glorified my newfound relationship with my family but I realized we were still in the same place. I took care of Toby while my parents did whatever it was they did away from us. I had no one. Not one friend. Jareth was my friend. Now, he's lost all my trust.

I sighed. I needed a night to forget. I wanted alcohol but I didn't know where to get it. I wonder if it would be better to humiliate myself and ask the Goblin King for this favor or sit in my current sulky demeanor.

I think I might have to sulk. Drowning my emotions right now isn't good anyway. Plus, I would never give Jareth the satisfaction of doing something for me. Right now, I couldn't fathom talking to him, let alone faking nice just to relax for the night.

Tonight's sleep should be interesting.