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AN: well here's the conclusion. Thank you for all the favorites and the nice reviews. The Labyrinth fanfic community has been very nice.

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She was back in the pink dress but she was dancing again, with an eerily normal-looking Goblin King in a black suit and much shorter hair. Neither had said much and Sarah wondered why he had not simply left when the spell was broken instead of instantly whisking her onto the dance floor.

"You know," he said after awhile. "I believe the line after the slave one was 'You have no power over me'"

She flinched slightly and looked away, which brought her gaze to Cathys who was silently asking her who the man was. She turned the other way to meet the same scrutiny from Mrs. O'Dell. Could she never win?

"So, you do remember those days and believe in them," He smirked. "Tell me, precious thing, why use my lines instead of yours? They worked so well last time."

"He wasn't the Goblin King," she replied. Softly she added, "And…I had to remind myself of that."

"Really now? And why is that?"

"You always know the answers, surely you know."

"You're taking it for granted that I do. "

She sighed. "Because if I went with him but refused you, that would mean my standards had lowered."

"And?"

"And nothing. Things are sometimes exactly what they seem."

He loosed one hand and placed it on her cheek. Something kept her from wrenching away, even as his lips bent forward past her face and to her ear. They weren't touching her but she could feel his breath and their presence. "In my experience, nothing is."

She swallowed and willed herself not to be such a schoolgirl around him. He shouldn't have this type of effect on her, even if his memory had been one of the harder to erase. She touched his shoulder and pushed for more distance between them. "Because he was using some kind of enchantment or—I don't know. But I almost succumbed a few times. And I knew if I got a reaction from him with those words, he wouldn't be as sincere….be sincere."

He smirked at her and his fingers stroked her temple. She cleared her throat. "Why were their goblins here? Did you know this would happen?"

"My goblins never stopped following you, even when you stopped believing in them. Which is lucky because they made you believe I was the one responsible and gave you the means to save the day."

"So if you had known, could you have stepped in earlier and taken care of the mess?"

"I could have, maybe. But what says I would have? I should hate you for what you did to me."

"I thought things weren't always what they seemed."

He blinked and then lifted an eyebrow at her. She continued on. "You don't hate me. Not the slightest."

"Careful precious, you just started believing again. Do you really want to have this conversation now?"

"I-"

"Sarah!" A white-clothed arm grabbed her pink bell sleeve. Cathy stood before her, eyes wide. Glen trailed behind her, recently returned from the store. (Nothing had been stolen and there was minimal damage. Sarah suspected that the fairies had done it to get rid of him when he didn't eat their enchanted food.)

"Who is your friend?"

"Oh uh-this is-this is-" She sighed slightly. "This is Jareth. Jareth Smith."

Glen tugged at Cathy's sleeve. "Cathy, I though you said we were going to get ready to go.""

"Shh," she turned to Jareth. "It's nice to meet you. May I steal Sarah for a moment?"

He chuckled. "Why of course. Lovely wedding by the way."

"Well thank you for coming." Cathy dragged Sarah out of the dance floor to the outer rim of the ballroom, risking pulling her arm out of its socket.

"Who is that Sarah? I'm going to overlook the fact that you might have snuck a date into my wedding reception if you spill right now."

She wanted to protest but she had basically done just as she was accused. And Cathy had that look in her eye that said she would never escape. Not even if she said her right words.

"He's an old friend, that's all. I guess you could say we had something but I wouldn't classify it as anything."

"What? Sarah, that man looks like a prince. You can't tell me you haven't considered starting something with him."

"Cathy," said Glen, "Can we please head out? Sarah will be here to question when we get back."

"Shush Glen."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "He is most certainly not a prince."

"You know what I mean. Just because you never read fairy tales when you were a kid-"

"Actually," Sarah shivered at the voice by her ear and the sudden pressure against her back and shoulder. "From what I remember, Sarah didn't read anything but fairy stories until she was fifteen." He smirked and stepped to her side, hand pressing into the small of her back. "But she is right, I think I'm more of a king type than a prince."

"You-" Sarah began.

"Much as you'd like to avoid it, I do have a name."

Cathy's jaw opened, closed and repeated the loop for a few moments. It would have been hilarious if not for the threat of interrogation following the show. Her arms flailed up and down like a pigeon. "Sarah I cannot believe that you never told me. I mean—sorry if this makes you uncomfortable Jareth—but this man is the best looking guy I have ever seen around you and you never-"

"Cath!" Glen grabbed her arm and crushed her to him. "Look, I know you want details but I've been waiting for twenty-five years for a honeymoon and four years to have it with you and if I have to stay a virgin any longer I think I'll cry. Can we go please?"

For a moment, the group was silent. Then amazingly, Cathy turned pink and giggled. "Alright, alright. But Sarah, we have a lot to talk about when I get back."

"I think I'll be out of the country when you come back."

"Oh shush." The two girls hugged and then Glen dragged her away. Sarah watched them with a small sigh, smiling.

"Your friend had a good idea," the voice was back next to her and the hand upon her again.

She spun around. "What do you mean?" If he was suggesting that they-

"We too, have a lot to talk about." His touched her hair and plucked out a pink rosebud, twirling it between his fingertips. "And for starters, I'd like to hear you say my name again."

"Goblin King," she chanted, resisting the urge to poke her tongue out at him.

"That is not what I meant."

"Why are you still here?" Distracting him was probably futile but she would do it anyway. "We fixed everything."

"On the contrary, sweet Sarah. You only said to 'fix this'. You never quite specified. And I believe there is much between us to fix."

"You're twisting my words."

"What's said is said. And life's not fair. And you know the list. What I would like is some new dialogue. Starting with my name."

"We're not going to work everything out in a night. I have old friends to apologize to and things to think about and mirrors to buy and-"

"Then start small." He began to remove his gloves slowly, as if contemplating each tug of the fingers. Once they were eliminated he extended his bared fingers,

"It's just a hand, nothing more," he said with a smile.

"I thought we were moving onto new dialogue," she frowned up at him.

"It is up to you to start."

She squinted, looking for hints of malice and found just a man she had long ago rejected willing to try again. A man who made her think about the past and had stolen her brother but had saved her friend and her and…

Sarah placed her hand in his. It was warm. "Truce, Jareth?"

He lifted her hand to his lips. "Your wish is my command, Sarah."

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One day I will write an Evil Jareth. He always seems to turn out fluffy when I get a hold of him. That'll be my next fanfic goal. Or at least, a dangerous Jareth.

He's just so much sexier that way.