A/N: HI all, here it is, the final chapter. Thank you for your comments through the years.


It was done. The document, written on parchment as soft as butter, painstakingly calligraphied by a Fae lawyer-type summoned by Queen Myria, now held two signatures penned in each other's blood: Sarah's, and Jareth's. An unbreakable bond now existed between them, almost as unbreakable as their love for their son.

And Jareth, much to Sarah's marvel, truly did love their son. She saw it in his eyes, in the tender way he held Liam once the document had been signed, the way he stroked one long, elegant finger down the sleeping babe's cheek, and in the reluctant way he handed him over to her.

"He must return every three months until he reaches his full growth," Jareth reminded her, eyes lingering on Liam as she cradled him in her arms. "I'll come for him—"

"For us both," Sarah interrupted him firmly. "I'll, I'll come too." She finally lifted her eyes and met his gaze steadily. "Because we both love him and if I'm going to be part of his life then I'll need to be part of the Underground as well."

Jareth smiled, a gentle smile with no cruelty or mocking undertones for her to flinch away from. "Very well," he agreed. "Both of you. As for your family…" He snapped his fingers, and suddenly Sarah saw before her a boy not much older than herself, with wild blonde hair and big blue eyes, wearing a pair of worn Converse sneakers, baggy jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt. "Will they believe in me like this, Sarah Williams?"

Sarah grinned. "As the father of my kid? Oh yeah, definitely."

He'd already promised to alter everyone's memories so that they would believe that Sarah had only given birth a few weeks ago, to match with Liam's age. She'd balked at his casual offer to alter her body so she could nurse her baby – much as she wanted to, she was still uneasy enough with Jareth, still mistrustful enough of his motives, that she declined the offer in favor of bottle feeding their son.

"Are you ready?"

She nodded, bracing herself, but there was no need; one moment she was deep in the Labyrinth castle grounds, the next, she was in her own bedroom. A bedroom that now featured a beautiful, elaborately carved cradle next to her bed, with a modern changing table crowded next to her dresser, on which were a myriad of diapers, changing cloths, and baby clothes so tiny she knew they'd fit Liam perfectly.

Liam. She'd briefly considered changing her son's name, but at the last minute decided it wasn't worth the fight that would surely entail.

She gave a small snort; who knew, when all this started, that she'd actually find the time to grow up a bit, to learn the art of compromise, to make peace with her baby's father, at least in the short term? Oh, there were going to be fights big and small throughout Liam's life, no doubt about it, but that was true of almost any couple sharing custody of a child.

But the magic of the Labyrinth was in his blood, and that, if nothing else, would sustain him.

Standing silently by the door in his human guise even though he was invisible to all mortals including Sarah, Jareth studied her as she murmured her thoughts and hopes and dreams to their son. His lips curled in a secret smile as he contemplated how much fun and pain they would cause one another as they navigated parenthood together – and how much more enjoyable things would be once Sarah finally admitted they belonged together as more than just parents.

He could hardly wait.