A/N: Thank you for all of the reviews. This story is taking on monumental proportions, and I am still sorting out all of the plot. Should be interesting if nothing else. Enjoy!

"I hate you!" Sarah screamed at Jareth, walking toward the door of the castle. A leather-covered hand grabbed her elbow and jerked her back roughly.

"The feeling, my dear, is more than mutual at this moment." Jareth growled, bending down so that their eyes were inches apart. As if by magnetic pull, her eyes fell to his lips, remembering their power… remembering how they felt, how they made her feel.

Jareth noticed her perusal and smiled cruelly at her, hooking a finger under her chin to pull her head up to look at him. "Ah yes, even through the screaming… Sex. The only consistent, isn't?"

Sarah pulled away from him with a jerk, and felt the bruises that were starting to appear on her elbow where his hand had held her. "Shut up." She growled.

"Why?" He smirked, eyeing her coolly as she backed away from him, "I am not your knight in shining armour, Sarah. I have been oh-so-generous, and yet, you can not get over yourself. You do not, and can not understand my obligations, no matter what I say. Are you really that immature?"

"Shut up!" She screamed. Raising her hand, she quickly slapped him across his palely cruel face. A grim silence fell between them, as his face turned dangerous in that instant. Her eyes widened when she realized exactly what she had done.

Slowly, Jareth's hand reached up to gently finger the side of his face that was tingling. His mismatched eyes narrowed.

"I have killed for less," His chin raised to look down at her. Sarah shivered… She hated this side of him. Hated… and feared. He had an incredible capacity for cruelness, and she knew it. She had seen it used against others… but never herself.

Sarah forced her head back defiantly, "You seek to harm me Jareth? What a big man you are… seeking to hurt a female. Mortal no less."

Quicker than she would have believed possible, he pushed her up against the stone wall across the room. Sarah shrieked, and made to hit him again. Her hand came up, to be caught by him. They struggled for a moment until she ended up with both arms over her head, held there by one of his much larger palms.

Breathing heavily, Sarah stared up at him, soft mouth open in shock. She then started laughing, hysterically, at what she could feel against her pelvis as he held her body to the wall with his own.

Jareth frowned slightly at her, "This is not the best time for you to be laughing, if you had not noticed." His voice was frozen, each syllable clipped out in his fury.

"Oh, I think it is a perfect time." Sarah stopped laughing to glare up at him, rich chestnut hair thrown back in wild disarray, "After all, sex…the only consistent, right sweetheart?" She threw the sentiment in his face with a venomous twist of her lips.

Jareth smiled. A thin, slow, cruel smile, as he ground his hips into her. At the sudden look of desire in the green depths of her eyes, he moved his free hand up to pull down the low neckline of her gown, and roughly tugged on her nipple. Sarah gasped, her eyes closing against her will.

"Sarah." His voice was insistent. "Sarah."

She dragged her eyes open to look at him, a dreamy smile across her face, "Yes?"

"Sarah Rossa," Jareth stated in a cold formal voice, as he stepped away from her completely, "You are hereby banished from my kingdom."

Sarah's eyes widened, "What?"

"You are hereby banished." His eyes glinted in the low light, "Forever. Leave now."

Sarah looked at him, in shock, her rosy lips parted as she stared at him, trying to read the expression in his eyes, "You can not be serious, Jareth."

"Do not use my name, woman." Jareth turned from her and started to walk away. "You are to have left my lands by tonight, or you will have more to fear than a swim in the Bog. Do you understand me?"

"But-"

"I will take that as a yes." He turned his head to stare at her coolly, "I never want to see you again."

Jareth, King of the Goblins, walked away, as Sarah crumpled to the floor crying.

Jareth woke up with a start, the memory sticking in his head. He had fallen asleep in his window seat again, looking out over the vast Labyrinth. Shaking his head, he conjured up his crystals and slowly moved them over his fingers absentmindedly. She had left after that fight… For good. He had not seen her again for many hundreds of years.

Snapping his fingers, the crystals popped, and he stood up to stretch, realizing he was still just wearing the low-slung leather pants from when he had seen Sarah last. Jareth frowned and rubbed a hand across his eyes.

She had not changed that much. Still spoiled… still immature… still a brat… but there had always been something… Something that he was drawn to. She brought out the worst in him, but sometimes the best… He smiled wickedly at some of the better moments with her.

He remembered that she had in effect banished him earlier in the night, and he smiled at the irony. This much time had passed, and yet they still went through the same motions.

Pulling up another crystal, he threw it against the wall, wincing as shards rained down. They had always been so volatile… That had turned him on so much at first… But he had quickly realized that she would not be able to stand at his side as a Queen, much as he had wished otherwise. Her very nature prevented her from realizing that in order to stand with him, she had to come after the kingdom. She had never been able to accept his loyalty had to come before his Queen.

Ariadne had understood. Jareth smiled tenderly as he thought about his former fiancé. She had understood right up until the moment she had met the mischievous Ransom, and been completely entranced.

Running a hand through his wild hair, he grimaced as a long finger caught on a tangle. He thought about long, thick chocolate locks, spread out on his dark pillow, a pale grinning face almost overwhelmed by all of that hair. Jareth shook his head again, and headed to where one of the invisibles had left steaming water. There was so much more to do besides think about the one female who he could not have… despite the want.

Sarah ran into the room, and bounced onto the large bed, laughing gleefully. A tall blonde figure chased after her, and paused as he watched her jumping on his bed. Smiling, he walked to the side and laughed softly at the picture she made.

Hair wild with the chase, Sarah tilted her head to one side, and looked at him with intense concentration, "Well?"

"Well what, My Lady?" Jareth grinned as she walked over to him. In this position, the top of his head came to her stomache. He looked up at her as she braced herself on his shoulders, his fingers wrapping around her waist, holding her steady.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there staring at me?" Her eyes narrowed in an exaggerated sexy look. "Or are you going to join me?" Her voice lowered to a husky pitch.

Jareth laughed softly, and pulled on a lock of her, pulling her mouth down to kiss him, "I might. What's in it for me?"

She considered for a moment, tapping a finger against her chin, "Hmm… actually on second thought, maybe it's better that you stay away." She grinned and turned to walk to the other side of the bed. She broke out into laughter as he quickly pulled her down and settled between her thighs.

Sarah pouted up at him for a moment, "No fair…"

"You say that so often Sarah…" He leaned down to suck on the pulse at the base of her neck, before raising his head to look at her face, "I wonder what your basis for comparison is?" He grinned and went back to ravishing her neck.

She sighed lustily, and ran her hands through his wild blonde hair, "Who cares? Just keep doing that." Sarah could feel him smile against her skin as his hand pulled up her heavy skirt to trace patterns on her smooth thigh.

"I am your slave…" He murmured before his lips traveled lower.

Sarah's eyes opened slowly, languidly. Stretching her arms over her head, she arched her back feeling sensuous after the emotions that the dream had brought up.

"Sarah! Chica! I'm heading out for breakfast, wanna come?" Amy yelled from the other room, startling Sarah out of her reverie. She frowned slightly, shaking her head.

"Sure, give me a minute!" Sarah called back.

At work later that day, Sarah looked around her desk in disbelief. She had put that manuscript, which she was now beginning to believe was more than a manuscript, into her briefcase, and yet it was not there now. It was just gone.

"Shit." She muttered to herself, taking a gulp of the cool coffee sitting on her desk.

"Julia!"

"Yes?" Julia's red hair made an appearance inside the door before Julia. "What's up?"

"Have you seen a manuscript by J. Smith?"

"Nope. I'll let you know if I do see it though." Julia smiled and went back to her desk.

"Shit." Sarah scolded herself. There was no way she could loose manuscripts. Bracing her elbows on the table, she sighed to herself. She had not been having a good day so far. Those dreams… she kept thinking about them, and what everything meant.

Sarah was fairly certain Jareth didn't really have anything to do with why she was dreaming… but he had surprised her before.

Sarah was dressed in a simple white linen shift dress, stained green at the knees from when she had knelt to pick the wildflowers that grew in the middle of the field outside of her village.

She looked young, but she was marriageable age. Her father had actually casually mentioned that he was looking into possible suitors for her already. Sarah smiled absentmindedly, and picked another flower to add to the bunch that were already tucked into the large basket at her side.

Humming, she looked out across the fields to the wilderness beyond the small village and smiled. She wanted to see beyond their borders… to go places. The village was a lonely place filled with people that had known her since she was born. There was no excitement, nothing interesting beyond the tedium of everyday life.

Reaching down to pick another flower, her eyes spotted something that was out of the ordinary. A man wearing black animal skin britches, and knee length highly polished black boots, with a flowing white shirt made of some indefinable material was striding towards her.

Sarah quickly stood up, brushing her simple dress of dirt and debris, and pushing the hair that had escaped back under her veil. She looked at the ground as he approached, not wanting to appear rude.

"My Lady." He had a strange accent, and very strange looks. She peaked up at him to take in the unnaturally yellow-white hair, hair the colour of gold, and the pale skin that spoke of vast aristocracy.

"My Lord." Sarah curtseyed slightly, not sure what else to do with this strange man who stared at her.

"What is your name, good Lady?"

Cheeks pink with blush, Sarah whispered her name, and that of her father to this man, and again looked at her hands which she held clasped in front of her.

"Lady Sarah," His hand came out to gently cup her chin and pull her eyes to his, "I do not bite."

"Oh My Lord, have I offended you?" She started wringing her hands. Her father would not be happy to learn that not only was she speaking to a man un-chaperoned, but that she might have brought ridicule to a Lord.

He smiled, showing white teeth that glinted in the harsh sunlight, "No, not at all. I just wanted to see your lovely eyes." His smile widened when he saw her blush deepen.

"My name is Jareth." He said simply. She wondered at the informal tone, and looked back at him as he chuckled at her discomfort. Her eyes narrowed, spitting fire that he might be teasing her.

"Oh then, this kitten has claws after all." He seemed pleased to note that. Sarah smiled hesitantly, basking in the sight of his smile.

"Tell me Sarah… Have you ever left your village?" He raised a pale eyebrow at her, "Have you ever seen what lies beyond the borders?"

"No, My Lord." Sarah shook her head, her eyes brightening at the mention.

"Please, call me Jareth." He stared down at her, hypnotizing her with his strangely compelling eyes, "Would you like to leave? Would you like to explore?"

Sarah's mouth opened, and then closed. This was her secret wish. She smiled, but then thought of her family. Her mother would miss her terribly, and her father would be very angry. Her eyes clouded over, and she shook her head mutely.

"Ah, but what if they don't even realize you're gone?"

She stared up at him, "You can do that?"