-1Hey all, remember me? Woot! Okay, for those of you who were faithful, or just too lazy to clean out your alerts and your favorites, here's a new chapter! Oh my gasp! Disclaimer first chapter.

The king tossed and turned, oblivious in his fitful sleep to the small pitiful form of his love lying next to him. From the recesses of his dream world came a keening whine that he could not expel from his head, and whispering voices full of sorrow, loss, regret, anger. One voice in particular stood out to him though, low and feminine, the voice of his love, Sarah.

"Release me Jareth. I have been held captive here long enough. I will no longer play the weak woman so you can feel important. I refuse to be played with, and tossed aside to sleep eternally like a torn rag-doll. Take me back aboveground, leave me be. I never want to see your face again. You have no power over me."

Jareth started out of his dream, not realizing at first why his heart was so full of sorrow and betrayal. He stared down at Sarah's face, which was quite pale… almost… blue…. He smacked himself mentally and panicked when he realized she had stopped breathing.

The figure amidst the rotting bodies laughed in evil ecstasy as he watched Jareth slowly squeezing the life out of Sarah in his dream. Amazing how easy it is to control someone while they sleep. He had sent him feelings of pain, loss, anger, sorrow, and channeled them through the most intense filter he could find…. Sarah's voice. When a being is in such a state of despair, they lose all defenses, leaving their bodies open to be played with at any person's whim. He let go of Jareth's will, and watched him wake. Watched as he gazed at his lover with pain, rejection, and then, panic.

Adaricus ran down the hallway towards his brother's agonized cries, joined by Aja and Chaise before the door. They all shoved the door open at the same time, and rushed in to find Jareth crouched on the floor, holding Sarah in his arms.

"Not breathing!… Not breathing!…" He cried through gritted teeth. Aja ran over to Sarah's lifeless form, and studied her blue face, her purple lips, and saw the bruises round her neck.

"Who did this to her!" she asked.

Jareth shook his head, helpless.

"I was with her the whole time! How! How…how….how…."

he began sobbing, rocking back and forth with her head in his lap.

Chaise and Adaricus both came over, and knelt by Sarah.

"well all this sobbing and questions ain't gonna make her no better, now is it?" Adaricus said, pumping her chest, and breathing into her mouth.

"It won't work." Aja said quietly. "She is too far gone. The only way she can be brought back is if the person who did this poured their heart and soul into her, and sparked hers back to life. I'm sorry Jareth."

"No!" He cried. "I won't leave her! She wouldn't do this! She is not my rag doll! She called me, asked me… loved… please… I…. Help…free…captive…" His cried turned near incomprehensible between sobs. Aja tried to hold him, but he shrugged her off forcefully, picked up Sarah, and ran out the door.

He arrived at the abandoned throne room looking around for his goblins… there was no one. He lay Sarah down in the circle in the floor, arranging the pillows and blankets around her. He then walked to the windowsill, Stood on the edge and let himself fall, screaming his agony all the while until he transformed at the last moment, his cries turning into the shriek of an owl. He flew off, to the woods of the Labyrinth. He needed answers.

Hoggle, Ludo, and Sir Dydimus were trudging back to the throne room when they heard the king's cries. The turned all around, and looked up, trying to find the direction the sounds came from. After much debate between Hoggle, and sir Dydimus they decided to go down the right corridor, seemingly towards the cries. As soon as they disappeared behind the doorway to the corridor, they heard running footsteps in the one they had just left. They turned around, and ran slash waddled into the throne room, just in time to hear the King's scream transform.

Jareth flew over the labyrinth, to the fields and woods beyond, racing against his pain. He flew until his wings ached, and he couldn't breathe; only then did he start back towards the labyrinth and the goblin city. He had gone seeking answers, but to questions he wasn't ready to ask.

He perched on top of the fountain in the middle of the city, and transformed. No one was around to watch as he pulled off his necklace, and fitted the medallion into a discreet corner of clothing and turned it. The fountain opened up to a staircase that led down into a stale darkness. Within that darkness lay life. The life and heart of the Labyrinth, now broken.

Jareth's world had never been the same since Sarah had left. The instant she broke his heart, she broke the heart of the Labyrinth as well, the glue that held the Goblin Kingdom together . The kingdom had been slowly crumbling over a year and now there was barely anything left. The only goblins left were the ones that lived in the castle, and Sarah's friends had retreated to the bog of eternal stench; Dydimus's domain. The castle was in a state of sad disrepair, rather than a joyous, chaotic one, and the labyrinth had become overgrown and crumbling.

The moment Sarah was back in the underground, Jareth could feel the kingdom gaining hope, repairing itself. Sarah's nightmares were slowing, but not stopping the process; the labyrinth was healing and Jareth couldn't help but suspect that Sarah was now something more than a mere mortal.

Jareth sat on the ground, staring up at the gargantuan, yet dim glowing, floating mass that was the heart of the Labyrinth. Once blinding, it's light at one time had completely gone out, and though dim, the fact it was glowing now gave Jareth hope. He just wasn't sure why.

"She's still here"

Jareth heard the idea rather than the words in his head.

"You just have to find her"

He realized with a start who or rather what was speaking to him, and why that dim glow gave him hope. It was the voice of the Labyrinth, and it meant Sarah was alive. If just her rejection had put out the Labyrinth's light, her death would have devastating effects. If it was glowing….

"She's Alive!"

Jareth shouted out loud.

"How do I find her? Where is She?"

"Look with your heart. You will see. But you must find her quickly and bring her back. She Needs you Jareth, and without you, She will die. And with her, So will I."

Jareth looked up at the glow, which seemed to get somehow dimmer and brighter at the same time.

"She is still here Jareth, but she is close to Mistress Death. If she claims her, You will never get us back…."

The voice faded from Jareth's head, and He called after it, but to no avail.

His Labyrinth had truly spoken to him. He communicated with it every second of every day, but it had never actually used words before.

"I'm coming Sarah," he said. "I'll find you, and bring you back where you belong. By my side, in the Goblin Kingdom, giving life to me, and my Labyrinth.

Sarah woke to squeezing…

Her lungs ached and she felt dizzy; and she was hearing a strange keening noise. Then she realized it was her, and when she finally figured out what was happening, it was too late.

She looked up through watery eyes, and watched Jareth's face filled with anguish and betrayal as he squeezed the life out of her.

She listened as he whipered

"You aren't my rag doll Sarah… Please don't go… Don't destroy me again…."

And before she could tell him she would never leave

Before she could do anything

Everything went black

She was gone.