A/N: Thank you to everyone who takes the time to give my story a read, this is my first Labyrinth fanfiction, and I was nervous as all get out about posting it. There isn't going to a set schedule for me to upload the chapters as I have work and real-life issues to deal with.

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XII.

Sarah felt a warmth flow from Jareth's hand into her jaw. Instantly her face felt better, even down to her bones. Sarah breathed out a soft sigh as the pain receded into nothingness. Her gaze never left Jareth's. She blushed as she realized that she was still looking at him and her gaze shifted away from his quickly. "T-thank you." She stammered softly.

Jareth chuckled quietly and released her cheeks as he watched the blush creep across Sarah's face. "You're quite welcome, Precious." He said, with an amused look on his face.

Sarah took a deep breath as she sat up slowly as she took a moment to reacquaint herself with her surroundings before she turned her attention back to Jareth. She realized how relaxed he seemed as he lounged next to her on the massive bed. "So, I take it we are at the Castle Beyond the Goblin City?" She asked, her tone light.

Jareth smiled as he placed one of his hands behind his head. "You would be correct. After that brute knocked you unconscious, my brother came to the rescue. I had told you before that everything was going according to plan." He replied, his tone matching hers, as he smirked at her.

"I guess I should have trusted you then. I'm sorry." Sarah said, her face held of a look of being ashamed, as she tore her gaze from his to stare blatantly at the wall.

"Nonsense. You could not have known the plans that were in place. No need for apologies." He said, his smirk morphing into a smile. Just as Jareth was about to open his mouth to ask her something, there was a resounding knock at the bedchamber door. "Come in." Jareth said, his tone switching to a more serious note.

The door opened and Ayden walked in, carrying a tray full of various meat, cheeses, fruits, veggies, and breads. He closed the door with his hip and walked towards the bed. After he placed the tray on the covers near Jareth, Ayden walked over to where Sarah was sitting and offered his hand. "May I, m'lady?" He asked.

Sarah, who was taken aback at the newcomer's lime green hair, was shocked that the man had addressed her first before Jareth. She looked over and Jareth was helping himself to some of the fruit on the tray. He caught her gaze and nodded, "This is Ayden, precious. He is my most trusted friend and healer. No harm will come to you whilst you are in his presence." Jareth replied between bites.

Sarah released the breath she didn't know she had been holding and placed her hand in Ayden's. She marveled at how similar Ayden's skin felt like Jareth's, but she could definitely tell the difference.

Ayden began assessing Sarah with his magic. He noticed that her jaw was healed, and he felt the familiar taste of Jareth's magic. "Old friend, I told you to take it easy with your magic, you need to let yourself heal. I could have taken care of Lady Sarah." He said, without looking over at Jareth as he continued to assess Sarah.

Sarah giggled softly as she looked over at Jareth, who had a grin on his face and the look of someone who had gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "What can I say, I could not bear to see my precious Sarah in pain." Jareth replied, taking another bite of peach he was currently eating.

Sarah chose to ignore his 'my Sarah' comment and looked back to Ayden, who seemed to be concentrating on something. "So, what's the verdict, Doc?" She jokingly said, giving him a smile.

Ayden flashed her a smile back, then patted her hand. "Nothing broken or badly bruised. Nothing a few good night's rest in a comfy bed, and maybe a hot soak or two wouldn't fix. And since Jareth fixed your jaw for you, I don't have anything else left to do." He replied, as he placed her hand back into her lap, before moving over to Jareth.

As Jareth watched Ayden walk over to him, he moved the tray of food closer to Sarah. He met her gaze, smiling, "Eat. Please. It is safe, I promise." He asked.

Sarah nodded and began to nibble on some bread as she watched Ayden and Jareth. There were still so many questions that needed answering, but it seemed as though there wasn't much she could but rest.

Ayden grabbed one of Jareth's hands in his and began to assess Jareth with the same magic he used on Sarah. Jareth relaxed into the pillows as he let Ayden do his work. The faster he let his oldest friend do his job, the faster that he and Sarah would be alone again. And maybe, he could ask her more questions about her time above. After a few moments, Ayden released Jareth's hand and dusted both of his hands on his robes. "I declare both of you with a clean bill of health, but you are both in need of rest. Try not to do anything too strenuous for a few days, and I will come to check on you tomorrow. Good day." He said, his voice light, but amused. Ayden winked at Sarah with a smile, and then turned and left out of the bedchamber door.

As soon as the door was shut, Jareth turned his attention back to Sarah. Sarah seemed to be adjusting as well as anyone who had gone through something as traumatic as being kidnapped and manhandled. As soon as the door had shut, Jareth's features softened again, and the smile crept back onto his face. He took a moment to admire her features while she ate, since she was more focused on the tray of food than him.

The years had been extremely kind to Sarah, Jareth noted to himself. Her body had definitely undergone quite a few changes since he last saw her at 15. Her hair had lengthened to her waist, and it was a stunningly deep, earthy shade of brown, almost black, which complimented her pale skin. It made her skin give off an almost an ethereal-like appearance. Jareth his eyes wander across her frame, noticing that with the years, she had filled out in the right areas, giving her form quite luscious curves. Jareth adjusted his position on the bed as his pants tightened uncomfortably, his mind drifting to what it might feel like to have Sarah underneath him. He pushed away the thoughts that would probably create an awkward situation between them at the moment and focused his attention back to her appearance. He noticed that her clothes were of simple nature, a pair of jeans that looked as though they had seen better days, which were tight fitted against her succulent curves and her t-shirt, which had rips and tears, and was wrinkled from being jostled around by their kidnappers and sleeping on the stone floor of that cell that they were kept in. As he watched her pick and snack from the food tray, his eyes roamed across her face, drinking in the sight of her. Sarah's face was smudged with dirt, but it didn't hide the fact that she was beautiful in his eyes. Her high cheeks bones that graced her face, paired with her delicious looking lips, combined with her long, wispy, delicate, eyelashes, one could almost assume she wasn't fully human. As Jareth pondered over that fact, he failed to observe that Sarah was now staring at him, her expression kind. His eyes refocused, he cleared his throat, made a tall goblet of what looked like red wine appear in his hand, took a swig, and then offered it to Sarah, the mischievous smile back on his face. "How fare you, Sarah-mine?" He asked, chiding himself on his previous thoughts.