The Almighty Disclaimer

Oh Moffat and Gatiss,

Henson and Doyle,

To you belongs all the characters

And none so for me!

A/N: This story was inspired by "The Thin White Sleuth..." by Pika-la-Cynique of Girls Next Door fame.

Chapter I: Place Your Bets

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"You threw a knife at my door Jareth!" Sarah shouted.

"I was throwing the knife at the target I had put there! I didn't realize you would be coming out at that moment!"

"I was in my room! I could have come out at any second!"

"I thought you were out with your family!"

"I TOLD YOU that I had to stay home tonight because I work early tomorrow! You don't need great powers of deduction to know that!"

"Oh dear, the Lord and the Champion are fighting again?" Sir Didymus asked as he popped into the room.

"Yep. The Rat almost impaled Sarah when she came out of her room," Hoggle said.

"Two tankards of ale on Lord Jareth punching the wall," Zinger said.

"Two tankards of ale that Sarah storms out," Hoggle said.

There quickly was a round of bets laid on who would be leaving, with Sir Didymus (the only honest one) in charge of the accounts. Sarah did storm out first as Mrs. Hudson made her way up the stairs.

"Are you two all right?" Mrs. Hudson asked.

"We're fine. If only my so called friends WOULD STOP PLACING BETS ON ME SLUGGING JARETH!" Sarah said, "I AM GOING TO HAVE THE GOBLIN KING BOG ALL OF YOU IF YOU DO NOT LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The goblins froze. Sarah had yelled at them since the first party almost thirteen years ago, but she had never, ever brought up bogging or the Goblin King before. "Well?" Sarah said.

The goblins scrambled out of the apartment and back into the Labyrinth. Sarah was certain that Sir Didymus was blushing under his fur as he made his apologies. Hoggle seemed more confused than the goblins as he left.

It was not their fault. Sarah had never cared before what the goblins thought about her and Jareth. However, after finding out about Jareth and his... history with her, Sarah had been on edge. She just wanted to be left alone and not deal with silly antics. Jareth was hurt by her and there was nothing she could do to help him. She was not able to return those feelings.

When Sarah opened the door to the street, she realized how frigid it was outside. She went back up to her apartment. Jareth was moping by the window.

"Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. Isn't it hateful?" Jareth said, presumably to Mrs. Hudson who had already left the room.

"You can't leave well enough alone, can you?" Sarah said. She walked up to the opposite window and felt Jareth move towards her. Sarah held up her hand to make Jareth stop. "I don't want to talk to you. You are a chaos maker and one of these days you're going to get me..."

Sarah was fortunate that she blinked when the glass broke from the explosion.

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A/N: Ah, nothing like a bang to start off a new story. And yes, definite Jareth/Sarah angst during this story. More so than the other two main stories.

I consider this the weakest of the stories I have written (though some of my favorite parts are in this story). It is also the shortest of the three so far.