Disclaimers: The usual disclaimers apply; I own nothing here except Salacia and Jos. Big deal.
A/N: To those beautiful people who review - thankyou! It's people like you who make living worthwhile. Okay last chapter - so lots of reviews! Then go and read One Heart, One Soul, which is the sequel, O.K?
Sarah ran upstairs, ignoring her father and Karen's startled
questions. Slipping her feet into some comfortable shoes, but
allowing the dress to remain, she grabbed a bag. Entering the
kitchen, she picked up apples, cookies and a bottle of water, and
threw them into the bag. Slinging it over her shoulders, she dashed
out of the back door, shouting ''Bye!'' to her parents.
Glancing around, she began running, flickering to cheetah form for
speed and stealth's sake. Fervently hoping no one was up this late,
she headed for the woods just north of her park. Among the other
things, she had made sure that she pushed a mirror into her
bag, and she was firmly trying to persuade herself to see the
advantages of using it.
Coming to a skidding stop in a little, secluded copse, she sank down
to the ground, the dress wrapping round her legs as her human form
took over. She opened the bag and took the mirror out gingerly. A sob
caught in her throat, as she stared into it. If she did this, she
could say good-bye to Jareth, her parents, Toby, Ellie...her whole
''Oh well. Too late to stop now. Besides, I'll be safe there; no one
will be able to hurt me, and it won't be possible for me to inflict
pain on anyone ever again, either.'' Her tear drop crystal glowed and
sparkled with unshed tears as she reached out to touch
the mirror's surface, her hand trembling, but her eyes determined.
From the trees, Jareth watched, his eyes burning with a species of
fury unknown to any man or woman. Indeed, only he and Sarah were
capable of it, and Sarah was about to be on the receiving end.
Seeing Sarah reach out towards the mirror, Jareth teleported next to
her, smashing it with a thin line of power, and wishing he could do
the same to Sarah. Caught completely by surprise, Sarah cut her
finger on one of the shards of glass. Cursing, she healed it, rising
fluidly to face him, ready to do battle.
''Little fool!'' he snarled instantly, not giving her a chance to
speak. ''Do you have any idea what you were about to do? Didn't you
know that you can never come back, once you've entered the mirror?
You become a mere reflection! And what the Hades did you mean by
slapping my face?''
''I know what I'm doing, Jareth. It's my choice whether I enter the
mirror or not. You can't stop me; you've only delayed the
inevitable.'' Sarah said calmly, her voice flat and emotionless. She
just wanted to sink into oblivion now; nothing but peace
forever. If part of her thought 'How boring!' she suppressed it
Except- she had once wanted the man standing in front of her
more than anything. She had tried everything she had to make him take
her. Hell, she'd even been prepared to be taken by force to his
Kingdom. Now that she thought she couldn't have him, oblivion seemed
like a nice place.
Distantly, she realized that he was speaking, and tried to focus. His
words made no sense. Was it just because she'd only caught the last
few sentences, she wondered hazily.
''-and I won't let you go. You've always been mine, just as I've
always been yours. No matter how much you fight against it, little
fool, little love, it is written in stone.''
Sarah stared at him blankly for a moment. Then white hot anger
flared within her, dispelling her notion that she was too tired of it
all to feel anything.
''How dare you mock me! You've had every form of revenge you could
possibly want, Jareth - I'd have thought that even you would show
some mercy! You're just waiting for me to melt, aren't you, and
declare that I love you? And then you'll laugh at me,
and whisper that I have no power over you, or something equally
cruel! I won't do it, Goblin King!'' Sarah raged, eyes spitting fire,
cheeks flushed as she shot the words at him. ''I won't demean myself!
I won't let you hurt me anymore-''
She got no further, as Jareth's mouth was over hers in a brutally
possessive kiss, effectively breaking off her tirade. Sarah shrugged
for perhaps two seconds, then went limp in his arms. He pulled away,
looking down at her exultantly.
''You were saying?'' he said softly, all trace of coldness gone from
his voice. For now. ''Do you never stop fighting, Sarah? Have you
finished complaining, my tormenting vixen?'' While he was speaking, the air shimmered
around them, and they were standing in his throne room. Sarah looked
around dreamily, then stiffened.
''What makes you think I'm going to stay here without a fight?'' she
He smiled. ''This.'' he said, sliding a ring onto her finger, while
someone placed what felt suspiciously like a crown on her
head. ''You'd look pretty ridiculous trying to run away from your own
Kingdom, my love. Besides, I know how to guard my own.''
''We can't possibly be married just like that!'' Sarah cried half-
heartedly. ''I never assented! You give me a divorce, right now! And
I most certainly am not yours!''
''Divorces don't exist in the Underground, I'm afraid, Sarah. You'll
just have to make the best of the situation.''
Staring at him darkly, Sarah suddenly couldn't care less. ''Fine.''
she muttered. Stepping closer to him, she took his face between her
hands, and said, slowly, clearly,
''We are made of the same substance, you and I. My cruelty matches
yours, my strength matches yours. I'm tired of fighting. I'll stay
here, if that's what you want. I love you, God forgive me, more than
life itself, but I hate you too. That will always be the case.''
Mismatched eyes gazed intensely into mismatched eyes. His fingers cupped her
face , trembling slightly. ''So you've finally accepted that? Good.
Now perhaps you'll stop trying to repress your true self.''
Sarah laughed at him, a savage tenderness shining from her
eyes. ''Typical. You always appear to be so cold and hard. When will
you stop trying to repress your true self?'' she mocked, stroking his
For answer, he swept her into his arms, crushing her with his
strength. Their mouths locked, and Sarah felt their souls entwine as
she kissed him back hungrily.
Distantly, they felt their hearts of glass begin to beat, as one.