Author's Note: Sorry that it has taken so long for me to put up a new chapter, there have been a lot of changes going on in my life recently and it has taken some real adjusting to. College is kind of a full time deal, and I've been having trouble finding the time to write. I promise, I am not going to stop working on this story, and I will update more frequently, cause I know I hate it when the stories I read never update. I am thinking about changing the rating to M soon, and I wanted to know if this rating change would any of you stop reading it? On that note, enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, any of the characters from Labyrinth, or the music used in this story. If I did I would be rich and Sarah and Jareth would have ended up together!

Several years earlier…

The sound of heavy rainfall filled the cold, empty halls of the castle in the center of the labyrinth. A place that was once filled with so much warmth, with song and dance and laughter, was now a grave and lonely place. The king that was once such a powerful ruler was now such an empty shell of a man. Goblins huddled together in groups, trying to share their body warmth. They waited in a scared silence for someone to send away a child, though they hoped the call would never come. The labyrinth that was once an amusing challenge to watch was now just a death pit. Challengers would enter the gates and never return. Occasionally a group of Goblins would be sent in to clear out the oubliettes when they would get too full of corpses, not even bothering to clear up all the bodily fluids.

A clap of thunder broke the silence, the lightening filling up the room. It was always raining, seeing as how the weather was controlled by the king's mood. Jareth lounged on the thrown; his head lolled back, eyes on the ceiling. He would sit there for hours, not moving, not speaking, and barely breathing. He didn't even meet the challengers anymore, just sending goblins to do his work. He didn't see the point in any of it anymore, no point in anything. He had lost her…

One young goblin had been watching the king for quite some time. For the past few days it had been trying to gather up the courage to do something but never could. Today that would change. The little goblin, named Slovic, had finally had enough. He wanted the music back. Slowly Slovic got up off of the floor and made his way to the king. The other goblins watched, all holding their breath. What was the young goblin thinking? And what would be his fate? As Slovic reached the base of the thrown he took a deep breath. Slowly, he reached up and tugged on Jareth's pants.

"Your highness?" Slovic squeaked.

Jareth just grunted, acknowledging the goblin's presence.

"Well… umm… I don't mean to be a bother, but a few of us were curious… umm…"

"Spit it out," Jareth growled.

"Well, we were wondering why you don't sing anymore," Slovic squeaked. "We miss all the singing and dancing and happy times."

"Is that all?" he asked, turning over, his back now facing Slovic. "Come back if you have something relevant or important. Like if the chickens have started another rebellion. Until then, don't bother me."

The room was silent again. Slovic just stared up at Jareth's back. The other goblins all sighed in relief, they had expected him to blow up at the small goblin, ripping him limb from limb like he had all the other goblins that were foolish enough to bother him. Perhaps it was because Slovic was so young, Jareth took mercy upon him because he was so young and foolish.

"But couldn't you just sing one song? Please? Sing about the lady again, like you used to."

Jareth's back tensed up, and all the goblins jumped to their feet, fleeing the room. Slowly Jareth got up from the thrown and turned to face Slovic. The small, frightened goblin backed away, fearing what was about to happen to him. Would his king really kill him, just for asking a question? Jareth had dark rings around his eyes from lack of sleep, his clothes were sloppy, his hair a mess, and he smelled of alcohol. His gaze was set on the small goblin, cold and unbreakable.

"You want me to sing…" he sneered. "about her?"

"Yes…"Slovic managed to choke out.

"The girl who begged me to take her brother, then called me a monster, who asked for a challenge and complained the entire way, THE GIRL I GAVE EVERYTHING FOR AND SHE LEFT ME HERE, A SOBBING MESS OF A MAN, MY CASTLE FALLING AROUND ME?!"

The entire castle began to shake, chunks of ceiling tiles fell around them. Goblins darted from the room, dashing down the hallways using anything they could find for cover. Some even jumped from the windows to get away from the falling debris. Slovic stood in place, shivering but not moving. Jareth's fists were clenched, nails drawing blood from his palms, his teeth bared like some wild animal about to attack. An energy could be felt pouring off of him in waves. Then out of nowhere it stopped. Jareth's shoulders slumped, his hands relaxed and his head dropped forward. Without saying a word, he left the room.

Slovic fell to his knees, his body filling with the feeling of relief. He had been so scared…

"Are ye out of yer mind?!" An older goblin screeched, slapping the little goblin upside the head. "Ye don' jus' ask 'm stuff like tat! 'Specially bout 'er!"

"I… I didn't know."

"Well now you do," a bat looking goblin screeched as he tried to straighten one of his wings that had been crushed by a falling rock.

"I thought he liked the girl?"

"Liked?" A tall, thin goblin croaked. "He "likes" her the way fish "like" water, the way a bird "likes" the sky, he doesn't like her. He loves her, he needs her,"

"Yeah, but he'll never admit it," the bat goblin giggled. "Too proud!"

"Yep, and now it's killin' him, and us!"

"I don't get it…" Slovic said slowly as he got up from the floor.

"I wouldn't expect one as young as you to understand, but I do applaud your efforts to get him to do anything. This pointless moping is getting old, and it is about time someone made him realize how childish he is being."

The goblins all turned to see who had addressed them. Standing in the doorway stood a tall, lean man with dark blond hair that reached just below his chin, wavy locks that barely hid his amber eyes.

"And you are…?"

"Oh, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself," the man bowed at the waist. "My name is Greed," he glanced up at them from behind his bangs. "The original Greed."

The goblins fell silent. The older ones moved away from the man, some even holding their breath. The younger goblins copied the elders, though they were not sure what was going on.

"I'll just have a quick word with your king and then I will be on my way," Greed explained, and with another bow he made his way past the goblins and up the stairwell.

"Who-" Slavic began.

"Don't," the older goblin croaked. "Just don't. There are some things that you just shouldn't get involved with, period."

"How come I don't get to know anything?" Slovic whined.

After a short amount of time Greed was able to catch up with Jareth. The Goblin King was pacing around in the Escher room.

"It's been three years, Jareth," Greed called out. "Don't you think it's time to move on?"

"What do you want, Greed?"

Greed turned around to find that Jareth had appeared behind him.

"The word is that the Goblin King has fallen off his rocker, and if he doesn't change things soon he is going to lose the throne-"

"Yes, because losing this palace of useless idiots would be such a shame," Jareth said sarcastically. "Besides, what does it matter to you?"

"You know Lucifer, he doesn't like change. He would hate to have to find another fae who specializes in dreams," Greed said, suddenly finding some lint on his own sleeve very interesting. "Besides, its my job as your friend to check in on you," he said, pulling off the lint.

"I would hardly call us friends, Greed," Jareth growled, beginning to walk away from the Sin.

"Jareth," Greed called after him. Jareth stopped, not looking back, but listening. "I just wanted to warn you… Lucifer, he has shown some interest in your situation… keep on you guard. If he were to take interest in this mortal… well, we both know what happens when Lucifer decides he wants someone…"

Jareth turned around to face Greed. "I won't let that happen to her,"

"It might not be your choice," and with that, Greed left, leaving Jareth alone with his thoughts.

With a sigh, Jareth took a stairway up to a nearby window. Sitting down on the sill he looked out over the Labyrinth, his mind racing. With a flick of his wrist he summoned a crystal. He watched in silence as the crystal showed him a sleeping Sarah, her face peaceful and serene.

"Oh Sarah…" Jareth moaned. Not being able to take it anymore he sent the crystal away. His gaze returning to the labyrinth he began to sing.

"I was fine, just a guy living on my own

Waiting for the sky to fall

Then you called and changed it all, doll

Velvet lips and the eyes to pull me in

We both know you'd already win

Um, you're original sin

You fooled me once with your eyes now, honey

You fooled me twice with your lies and I say

Sarah smiles like Sarah doesn't care

She lives in her world so unaware

Does she know that my destiny lies with her?


Sarah, Sarah, Sarah

Oh Sarah


Are you saving me?

Waking up to a kiss and you're on your way

I really hope that you would stay

But you left and went your own way, babe

I don't mind, take your time, I've got things to do

Besides sit around and wait for you

Oh, and I hope you do too, oh

You fooled me once with your eyes now, honey

You fooled me twice with your lies and I say

Sarah smiles like Sarah doesn't care

She lives in her world so unaware

Does she know that my destiny lies with her?

Sarah, oh Sarah, are you saving me?

And it's killing me inside

Consuming all my time, you've left me blind

And when I think I'm right, you shook away my pride

You cast it all aside but I say…"

Pushing off of the window sill he sighed, thinking of the pile of paper work that sat on his desk, waiting for his approval.

Present day in Envy's Castle…

Sarah sat on her bed, thinking of everything that had happened to her so far. She didn't know what she was going to do. She didn't even know if there was anyone she could trust. Jareth had shown interest in helping her but… what would he gain from helping her? Didn't he hold a grudge? She did defeat his Labyrinth and reject him, wouldn't he want to see her suffer? Her mind took her back to the last few moments she spent in the labyrinth, when she turned down his offer. She often wondered if he had meant it… she wouldn't admit it but she already feared him. He terrified her, but she had to be strong for Toby. But to love him… did he really want her love?

Getting up from the bed Sarah glanced at a mirror on the other side of the room. Slowly she moved until she was staring at her own reflection. She was relieved to see her own reflection and not the one she saw whenever she looked into the mask on Envy's face. She wanted to ask about it, about why Envy wore the mask and why the reflection she saw in it was her… but at the same time it wasn't.

While looking at her reflection she noticed something on her skin. On the point where her shoulder and neck met the skin was an angry red color. Pulling down the hem of the dress Sarah was able to get a good look at her wound. A scar that started at her neck went all the way down her back. Her entire back was covered in cuts, scars and bruises. They hadn't ever looked this bad… was something about being underground making them worse? How bad would they get?

Looking at the longest scar Sarah remembered the dream when she acquired it… the dream Jareth had been particularly passionate, making love to her, pressing her body against a barbed wire fence. Sarah shuddered, and though she would swear it was from horror or disgust, a small part of her was feeling aroused from the memory.

"You should really close the window if the wind is giving you a chill."

Sarah spun around to find Jareth leaning against the wall near the window, a smug smile on his lips.

"What are you doing here?!" Sarah asked in a hiss like whisper.

"Just thought I would come to check in on you, it wasn't too long ago that I was saving your life."

"Well…. I'm fine, I guess. As fine as someone who is being held against their will can be," Sarah said with a small shrug.

"Good to hear. I just wanted to let you know that this might be the last time we will see each other for some time."

"Oh damn, I'm really going to miss you," Sarah said, sarcasm dripping from her lips.

Something dark flashed behind Jareth's eyes and his lips pulled back, baring his teeth like an angered dog, making Sarah flinch, but only for a moment. Jareth regained his calm. "Well it wasn't like you were complaining when I gave you my help."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Yeah well, I'll take any help I can get at this point."

"Just what I was hoping you would say, I will be sending you some help in my place."

"Did you already get tired of 'helping' me?"

"If you must know I am too easy for Lucifer or the Sins to spot. Also, I'm afraid I'm a bit under the weather as of late."

Sarah hadn't said anything, but he was looking ill, definitely not the healthy, strong looking Goblin King she first met. His skin was gaunt and even paler than usual, he had bags under his eyes and his hair lacked the volume it once had. He looked taller and thinner. She almost wanted to tell him that he might want to consider getting some medical attention but then she remembered who she was talking to.

"Ok well… who is this help?"

"I can't say, but they will make themself known to you in due time. For now Sarah this is goodbye," he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips.

When his lips brushed against the skin of her hand his eyes turned a deep black that made Sarah pull away. After a few seconds his eyes returned to normal. Giving her a small nod Jareth shifted into his owl form and flew out the window. Sarah watched him until he disappeared into the distance. Shaking her head Sarah made her way back to her bed, getting underneath the covers.

In the Goblin Castle…

Jareth was just able to hold his owl form long enough to pass from one dimension to the next, crashing onto the floor of his bed chambers. It was getting more and more difficult for him to hold back the dark inside him, and he was beginning to wonder why he fought it back at all. Maybe if he just let the more evil side of him take over he would be able to do what needed to be done to get everything that he wanted from life, fear, respect, the crown, Sarah…

The last thought made his heart twist, as it did every time he thought of the mortal bitch. Rolling onto his back Jareth stared at the ceiling of his chamber, the only sound was that of his own harsh breathing. This girl… she was going to be the end of him. Before he fell unconscious from exhaustion Jareth sang softly to himself…

"Sarah smiles like Sarah doesn't care,

She lives in her world so unaware,

Does she know that my destiny lies with her,

Sarah, Sarah, Oh Sarah, are you saving me?"

Author's Note: So I hope that you guys enjoyed the chapter! Sorry it was kind of short. The song Sarah Smiles is by one of my favorite bands of all time, Panic! At the Disco. Please leave reviews, those are what let me know that people actually enjoy reading this story and that I should keep writing. I will see you all next time! Love you all!