Disclaimer: Nothing in here is mine. I am only playing and will put everything back neatly when I'm done with it.

A/N: Part 3 of 3, folks! If you are sad that this is the end, as a consolation, please enjoy some '80s TV references. Also, please reassure me that I am not the only one who remembers these shows fondly. Because I am old.

When she went back downstairs, Jareth was waiting for her, on the couch. She sat next to him, a little closer than the last time, and the time before that.

"What are we watching?" he asked her.

"The Cosby Show," Sarah told him. She switched on the TV. "It's about a family in New York. The dad's a doctor, and the mom's a lawyer, and they have five kids."

Jareth stared at the screen. "That man," he said, "is wearing the most atrocious sweater I have ever seen."

Sarah laughed.

They watched The Cosby Show, and then A Different World, which came after it. She liked that show, too – "You see that girl," she said to Jareth, pointing when Denise Huxtable came on the screen – "she used to be in the show we just watched, but they gave her a spinoff." Jareth made appropriate noises of understanding, but she wasn't sure if he was really paying attention.

Sometimes she would feel his eyes on her, when she was laughing at something one of the characters had said, and once, when she had sighed, quietly, at a sad moment. But when she looked over at him, to be sure, his eyes were straight ahead.

"They are studying at a university?" Jareth asked her, about A Different World.

"Yeah," she said. "They're all away at school."

"And will you go away to school, as well?"

"I don't know," said Sarah, considering. "I mean, I'm thinking about it, of course. I'm trying to make sure my grades are good, keep my options open, you know. Dad's been bugging me to do some extra-curriculars, he says they'll look good on my college applications. But I also think he feels kind of guilty that I'm always stuck watching Toby. Him and Karen work a lot."

"Extra-curriculars?" asked Jareth.

"You know," she said. "Like, outside of school stuff. Like sports, or debate team, or orchestra. I don't really do much, besides read. And occasionally solve labyrinths and beat Goblin Kings and their armies," she continued, looking at Jareth out of the corner of her eye. She was rewarded with a laugh. "There's a theater club, at my school. I was thinking of joining it."

"You should," he told her, still smiling. "I can see you enjoying it."

"Maybe," she mused. "But college seems like a long time away, still. Anyway, I don't even know if I'd want to leave – I mean, Karen's not so bad, now, and I would miss dad, and…"

"And Toby?" prompted Jareth.

"Yeah," said Sarah. "He's not so bad either," she admitted.

"No," said Jareth. "He's not so bad. Funny how that happens, isn't it?"

"Yeah," she agreed. "It is funny."

At some point, during Cheers, she fell asleep. She woke up when she heard her dad's key in the lock and noticed, right away, that Night Court was on TV, that she had been covered by a blanket, and that Jareth was gone.

"What in the world," exclaimed Karen, "is all this macaroni and cheese doing all over the hallway?"

"Sorry, Karen," she called, still half asleep, and staring in confusion at the blanket. "I tripped. I'll clean it up!"

She tried, but it was pretty useless. A large part of the wall was now stained orange, probably for good. Maybe she could ask Hoggle if he had anything in his arsenal that removed dried-on orange goo from wallpaper. Considering he had a spray that stunned fairies, it was a fair bet that he might. She'd ask him after school tomorrow, she decided, grabbing her books from the living room and making her way upstairs. For now, she gave up.

When Sarah got up to her room, Jareth was waiting for her, sitting on her bed and thumbing through her well worn copy of The Labyrinth.

That she kept on her bedside table.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed, trying to cover her embarrassment with anger. "This is my bedroom!"

"You fell asleep. I didn't want to disturb you. I didn't say goodbye to you, properly," Jareth said, his voice low.

"What… what do you mean?"

He got up, and walked toward her, slowly. When he stood in front of her, he took her face in his gloved hand, stroking her cheek lightly with her thumb. With the other hand, he pushed her hair away from her eyes. He bent his face closer, his mouth by her ear. He smelled very, very good.

Was he going to… was he going to kiss her?

"Sarah," he whispered. "If you need me, call."

He stepped back.

"You want me to call you?" she asked, slightly dazed. She tried to resist the urge to shake her head. "Like… on the phone?"

"You've said my name," said Jareth. "If you need me, you can call my name, and I will come to you."

"If I need you," repeated Sarah. "All right. If I need you, I'll call."

He nodded once, flashed her a quick grin, and then vanished.

Sarah walked over to her bed, and sat down where he had been. She let her bookbag drop to the ground. There was a slight indentation in her covers. She wondered if it seemed warmer, where he had been, or if that was just her imagination. She ran her fingers over the covers, lightly.

She probably would need him, at some point – at least for help with her physics homework. Or maybe she would need some company, when Toby was asleep, and she wanted to watch a movie that was a little too scary to watch alone. Or maybe she would need an extra hand when she was trying to make cookies for Home Ec class, someone to help her crack the eggs. Or maybe…

She reached down into her bookbag and pulled out her physics notebook, the one she hadn't let Jareth see. She did daydream in class, and draw. Her teacher's monotonous droning was the perfect background for her brain to drift away, to open up and let in the magical bits and pieces that she had seen and remembered – and those that she hadn't seen, but that some small part of her knew she would, one day.

She drew them all. She wasn't very good, and neither were her sketches, but they were all there. All her friends. The little worm who invited her to meet his wife. The guards from the doors. The tiny fairy that bit her. Even some goblins.

Scattered across the margins and bottoms of the pages, she had drawn crystals. And, on today's page of half-formed notes, one pair of beautiful, slightly asymmetrical eyes.

She studied them. She hadn't gotten them quite right – she knew that now. The eyebrows were all wrong, for one thing, and the lashes should be much, much longer. She tried to fix it.

When she was done, she studied them again. Better, she thought. But still not quite right. She would have to see them again, to be sure.

Underneath the picture, very clearly, she wrote "Jareth."

She didn't think she would say it out loud again just yet. But she would call him, she knew. Maybe not tomorrow, or the next day, or the one after that. But eventually. Soon, even. She would need him.

Every now and again.

For no reason at all.

A/N: The end! Hope you enjoyed. As always, if you review, I will love you forever, or at least until you ask me to leave you alone.

A/N redux: Special thanks to the lovely kzal, who listened to me whine about this and gave me insightful and entertaining comments throughout. If you haven't read her Labyrinth story, As Easy Mayst Thou Fall, get on it, and tell her I sent you.