One last Wish

A pair of bright brown eyes watched the pair through the glass with amusement.

He couldn't believe it, that little girl managed to get them in the same room talking to each other again and they are still clueless to the others' feelings. Amazingly stupid they both are and one of them was fae-made, which made him smile; his fanged canines glinting in the dim light from the streetlight.

This creature stood roughly about six and a half feet tall, with pale almost white skin, and long dark brown, almost black hair falling past his shoulders. He had a slight muscular build, with broad shoulders, and lean legs. The dark tunic he wore was shredded, as well as the dirty tan breeches he wore. He was barefoot. He looked like he had slept in the mud and wrestled with a mountain lion. He was covered in dirt and blood head to toe.

It was too good. Maybe he should watch them some more before enacting his plan, he was having so much fun right now, he didn't want to chance ruining it.

"Oh cailean, such a mess you have gotten yourself into now."

A strong, lilting voice cut through his thoughts, "What are you doing, my tam? You are not supposed to be aboveground, mother has forbidden it." The voice belonged to a beautiful woman that stood just a little shorter than him, with dark red hair tinged with gold. She had fair, milky white skin that gleamed like pearls in the same dim light. Her dark green eyes were sharp and held no mirth. Her dark blue dress was simple and clean of any debris.

They were complete opposites, one dark and the other light, but they still cared for one another. After all they were twins.

"It has been such a long time since I've been among the humans. Have a heart my dear sister, let me have some fun."

"I cannot, my brother. I am deemed your sirim, I must take you back, no matter how much you plead. Come, I will not ask again." The woman stated. A edge to her voice like steel.

The smile dropped from his face and his eyes hardened, "Don't do this sister. I will not go back just yet. I have found the one I have made the comhghall with. He is running out of time and soon I will collect good on his wager, with a little help of course, from the caoimhim with him. Maybe I could make a wager with her as w-"

"That is enough, Cianan! No more wagers! You have done enough damage to this world feeding off of the weak and meager! Do not force me to bind you!" she argued with him.

His laugh was drowned out by a rolling thunder above them.

"Bind me! You? How greatly you underestimate me, my dear, dear sister. Already I have gained some power from him and you will not stop me this time. I assure you of it."

Light sparked in her hands, engulfing them in fire; her eyes glowing bright gold in the dark.

"What a idiotic choice to make, Edana, quite idiotic indeed." His eyes flashed a bright red, his fangs lengthened, and his fingernails grew to claws.

"I am the dubhshlaine, none will cage me again! Not mother nor him. Not even you!" His power gathered in his hands and as he reached his hands towards her, she released the power gathered in hers.

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She spun around on the spot startled by him. The look of surprise faded into a look of concern and a little hint of sorrow.

"Why does she seem so sad?" he questioned himself.

"You're awake! The doctor said you should try to get some sleep. You had lost a lot of blood." she stated as she walked slowly towards him.

Jareth looked down at himself and snarled, causing Sarah to jump back. She caught herself against the window with both of her hands, causing her to gasp in pain.

"What in the nine hells am I wearing?" he growled at her back.

She slowly turned to look at him and tried hard not to laugh, but a giggle escaped her. Jareth sat before her hooked up to I.V.s wearing nothing but a hospital gown that seemed a little too small. He was looking down at the white gown with contempt in his eyes.

She couldn't take it anymore and her giggles turned into hearty laughing that made her bend over clutching her stomach, tears blurring her eyes.

Jareth watched her laugh, a smile tugging at his lips, finally when she calmed her laughter, he spoke, "Tell me, conallan, what is so amusing?"

The look of merriment was quickly replaced by a look of confusion, "What did you call me?"

Jareth cleared his throat suddenly feeling hesitant, "Conallan. It means little one who is as strong as a wolf. I thought it quite suited you when you ran the Labyrinth."

Sarah avoided that train of thought with some questions of her own. "What happened to you? How did you end up like that on my doorstep?"

"Another one had summoned me here with a wish. What I didn't know was that she didn't want anything for herself. She was a big fan of yours, Sarah. You should've listened to her go on and on about that play." He stated softly.

Sarah stood stock still not believing what he was saying. "No, he can't be talking about-"

He continued, oblivious to the tears sliding down her pale cheeks. "She was such a bright spirit; so full of happiness despite the pain she was clearly in. Tell me, Sarah, did such an special little girl deserve such a fate?"

By now he was standing, having used his magic to dress in a white poet's shirt, slate grey breeches, and polished knee high boots.

He looked at her and his voice faded into silence as he watched the tears fall onto the floor beneath her feet. "What started this? Why is she in such pain?"



He watched as the pain and sorrow in her piercing green eyes faded into a fierce anger. He grabbed his chest at the feelings flowing through him."What is this feeling? Is this coming from her? If it is, it's taking effect a lot faster than I thought."

She was livid. "You sick bastard! How dare you? You didn't know Anna, so don't you dare speak of her like you do!"

He recoiled from those words and stood there as she slowly walked towards him with fire flashing in her eyes.

"Smack!" The slap echoed throughout the room. Jareth reached a hand to touch his cheek, now reddened from the assault on it.

His eyes locked with hers and she visibly shrunk from the fire there. Now he was angry as well and she was terrified for her well being. "As she should be, the little wench."



"How dare I? How dare you! You never really learned anything from your destructive little jaunt through my Labyrinth, did you?" He watched her back away from him slowly, but his anger was burning brightly within him, and he couldn't stop the venom from escaping his lips.

"You selfish, ungrateful little wench! You didn't even hesitate when you said the words and tore my world apart at the seams! Then you help to create a play based on that damned book and oh so graciously took the lead role! How dare I, indeed!"

He stalked towards her, spouting more venom with each step. "Why did you give Anna the book, Sarah? Did you plan this? Did you plan for all this to happen?" He made a sweeping motion with his arms indicating all his injuries.

She opened and closed her mouth, finally replying with a curt shake of her head, and a terrified, "No! Never! I didn't even think that you were real!"

Jareth, although unnerved by her lack of a real argument, continued his tirade, "No? Then tell me, why did she think that by wishing me here, that she could change the story, change our story? She was an amazing little girl and she was selfless to the end unlike you, you little chit."

He finally reached her, grabbing her shoulders and roughly shaking her into looking directly at him, her eyes filled with terror, barely able to mask the pain beneath. He shook her once more, yelling at her now. "Where is the hard-headed girl that beat the Labyrinth; that figured out how to bring a king to his knees! Where is that fight that you had? Where is it, Sarah?"

"It's dead! It died with her, everything that made me ME died with Anna, and it's all because of you!" She screamed back at him. She started pounding on his chest, not caring that her hand was bleeding once again, or that the Goblin King just had ribs set back into place. "You bastard! You had the power to save her and you just let her die, you cruel son of a-"

His blood boiled when she screamed at him and his anger was quickly replaced by something far more urgent as she beat on his chest. Her lips looked so inviting, he couldn't resist the pull.

He kissed her.

She went silent as a pair of thin, soft lips crashed against hers, effectively stopping all speech. Her eyes widened and she struggled against him trying to pull away, but his arms just wrapped around her, trapping her against him.

Blood stained his shirt, and his bandages scratched and pulled at his stitches, but it didn't worry him, nothing did, except for the feeling of her sweet lips against his and her warm body pressed into his.

He was in a land of bliss and he was damned if he would let anything ruin it.

Her lips were pure bliss, sweet and salty from her tears. He felt her trying to pull away from him, but he wasn't about to let her ruin his fun by pulling away. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against his body.

He groaned from the feel of her body. *She certainly has grown in all the right places.* He hadn't kissed her in the Labyrinth, but oh did he wish he had now. She tasted absolutely divine. He felt a warmth spread throughout his limbs, his heart beat hard in his chest, and he felt drunk with the taste of her. *Whatever feeling this is, I want more.*

He deepened the kiss and inwardly grinned when he felt her fight leave her..

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Sarah couldn't believe it. He was kissing her! The Goblin King was kissing her! She had tried fighting it at first but the feelings he was igniting in her quickly stomped the fight right out of her, and as he deepened the kiss, she gave in and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

They were close to the chill coming from the window, but they were oblivious to the cold. The rain outside had faded to a light sprinkle, but thunder still rumbled viciously and lightening still ripped through the sky, threatening the earth below.

Only when Jareth glanced at the reflection of the two of them of in the window did he notice it.

A tiny spot of red that seemed to not only be getting brighter but also bigger. It was also moving very fast towards them and it was only by the crackle of magic in the air and the feeling of unease settling deep in his bones did it click in his mind what that was.

It was pure magical energy; so powerful that the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Worst yet, it was headed straight for them!

He broke the kiss, yelling "Sarah, get down!"

A small part of him was pleased by the dazed look on her face as he grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to the ground, covering her body with his own. Just in time, as the window shattered from the force of the impact of the magical energy. The force of the impact sent the bed they jumped behind flying upwards and it landed on top of them, the side railing hit both of them. It hit Jareth in the chest and hit Sarah against the temple, knocking her out instantly. Jareth groaned as a dark raspy chuckle filled his ears.

"Cianan, no, not him." Was the last thought that went through his mind, "Please not him."

Then everything went dark.