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Last Resort	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 7045 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, don't make any money, this is a work of fanfiction.

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The week alone allowed Sarah and Jareth to focus their energies on her lessons without distraction and she made great strides in the short time. Jareth knew if his old instructors were present Sarah's natural affinity for magic would astound them. In less than two weeks she learned to form crystals and endue them with simple material spells; an ability which took him months to perfect. Her spell stability remained troubled as the exact wrist twist eluded her but it improved.

"When do I get to learn how to 'poof'?" Sarah eagerly asked him one afternoon.

"And 'poof' would be?" Jareth arched an eyebrow indignantly well aware of what she implied.

"You know that glitter transporting thing you do." She waved her arms about haphazardly demonstrating Jareth materializing.

"Sarah, I have never 'poofed' nor 'glitter transported' in my life. It's known as teleportation and it's a very advanced spell which requires a great deal of energy, focus, and years of practice before mastering it is feasible. The spell caster must release an intense level of magic combined with a very clear location in their mind simultaneously. It is extremely difficult to teleport to a location that one has not physical seen prior to the spell and even then very dangerous." He admonished her severely hoping to quash any further teleportation desire of hers for the near future. They had enough to occupy their efforts without adding more.

"So, that's a 'no, I won't be teaching you the poofing spell this week then." She responded sarcastically. One deep, cleansing breath later followed by an eye roll towards the ceiling Jareth answered her.

"Honestly, I don't know why I bother explaining a thing to you." His arms crossed, stern teacher mode faltered as her sarcastic, sexy stare raked him from head to toe. "Cease that. It will not change things." Sarah didn't say anything or even touch, just continued to ogle him in his human jeans and snug black t-shirt that she purchased for him weeks ago. He remembered Sarah saying that the print in dark gray gothic script letters on the front suited him perfectly. It read: Love is Torture. As the phrase related to Sarah he agreed wholeheartedly.

"Sarah, I'm quite serious. You will cease this perusal of my person and resume your lessons; we have less than ten days remaining and Lizzie returns in the morning." He felt himself losing the battle as Sarah drew close to him, running her hands up his arms sending shivers over his skin. Just as he reached the end of his endurance, his lips parted and nearly surrendering she turned suddenly from him and walked away.

"Fine, let's get this lesson over with so we can get some dinner. I'm starving!" She announced, her voice clear over the lust ringing in Jareth's ears. He bared his teeth at her, his eyes flashing.

"Cruel, Sarah...Still so cruel. But I've warn you that I can be cruel, too. And when you least expect it." A silky laugh escaped him, her eyes now wary.

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Lizzie would be home later this Saturday morning but for now Sarah slept in late as she earned it by working so diligently the last week with Jareth; barring their bantering interludes. The comfortable bed encouraged her to remain within its toasty covers and relish her erotic dream starring a certain Goblin King's hands caressing her backside. His hands gently pushed her onto her back which she obliged with a moan low in her throat. His hands moved to her pelvis, gradually coaxing her legs wide so that her most private region lie exposed.

His lips and tongue joined the hands licking and kissing her inner thighs; teasing her until they grazed her inner folds and she felt herself gush with moisture. She was parted open slowly with his tongue as he licked and stroked her from end to end; deeper with each pass. She'd never experienced an erotic dream this realistic before...wait...this was a dream right? Sarah opened her eyes and looked to the foot of the bed to see Jareth's blond head nestled between her legs; his attentions fully concentrated upon her.

"Ooooh...Shit, you're good." She moaned again.

He tilted his head so that he could meet her eyes and spoke between licks. "I did warn you. Do you wish me to cease?" He asked his baritone voice husky with his own desire. His tone belayed the fact the he knew she'd kill him before allowing him to stop his efforts.

"Don't you dare!" She wove one hand into his hair grasping his head while the other clung to the sheets as her back arched. After Sarah freed herself from the mental hospital she'd done her best to make up for lost time by dating extensively, if not wisely, until she met Eric and settled down. Long ago she'd categorized men in one of three columns of sexual expertise: good at intercourse, good at oral sex, or good at neither. Some small, still rational part of her brain revised that statement to include a fourth, specialized column: Goblin King- great at intercourse and oral sex.

The intensity of her orgasm shocked her as his silky, talented tongue brought her to hot, cresting wave after wave of satisfaction. But before she could bask in the afterglow of the most incredible oral sex she'd ever received Jareth showed her his remaining nefarious plans. He crawled over her and positioned himself between her uplifted legs, his tip teasing her, and his face nose-to-nose with hers.

"Look at me Sarah." He commanded with a velvety but unyielding voice. And she did; she looked into his eyes just inches from hers and saw the turmoil of emotion within.

"Jareth�"She whispered against his lips. She ran her tongue over his lips; his slipped out touching hers and she tasted herself as they mingled. She ran her hands over his chest and down his abdomen; muscles twitching at her touch. Deliberately he inched his manhood into her, slowly filling every part of her snug canal; his eyes never leaving her's. Sarah felt herself gradually being stretched; his hardness firing off pleasurable nerves until he was completely seated inside of her. Jareth reveled in every minuscule sensation generated by sliding into his Sarah. He wanted to experience and remember everything he could, every pulse from her body, every shiver caused by his, every flash through his groin, he wanted to know them all; and still he kept their gazes locked together.

He set an indolent pace sure to drive them both insane with lust before either could reach completion. Sarah thrust her hips into him to increase the speed but he would not relinquish control. She broke their gaze frustrated with his snail's pace, needing more; to feel so much of him, to be so close and be denied.

"Sarah, look at me." He commanded again but before he could regain her gaze she had somehow flipped them over and he was on his back with her straddling him; her head thrown back, her breasts presented upwards in triumph and Jareth forgot his need for control as he gloried in his Champion riding him. He seized her hips and assisted her thrusting with the strength in his arms until she had them both panting and screaming each other's name. Sarah collapsed against him, her dark mane covering them, her face nestled to his neck and he embraced her tightly. She could feel their pulses racing as they come down from their high.

"Sarah," Jareth brushed her hair from her face, rubbed his thumb over her cheek and adjusted to meet her eyes again.

"Hmmm?" She smiled with heavy eyes but held his serious blue eyed gaze.

"Sarah," He repeated as if steeling himself, "I want you to know that whatever happens," His thumb moved from her cheek to her lips, "whatever happens this week...I want you to know that I love you." Her eyes snapped wide at his confession. He loved her? This wasn't still a dream, right? She had actually woken up? She moved her head to view him clearly.

"You love me?"

A small, slightly, self-mocking smile graced his lips. "Yes, I'm afraid so."

"Oh...OH!" Sarah grinned and kissed him with every emotion she ever felt for him. "I love you, too! I guess I always have... It just took me awhile to figure it out."

Jareth's self-mocking smile transformed to the most brilliantly, euphoric smile Sarah had ever seen on anyone, let alone the Goblin King and he returned her kiss ten-fold causing them to spend another hour in Sarah's toasty warm bed that morning.

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Eric arrived at Sarah's home late Saturday morning. Sarah answered the door dress casually and appearing relaxed and happier then he'd ever known her. She actually greeted him with a smile when she opened the door; a smile which rapidly dissipated.

"Eric, where's Lizzie?" Happiness flowed through Sarah as if it were a part of her blood or her breathing. This level of giddiness existed for her once before when Lizzie was born. But it dampened when Sarah didn't see Lizzie with Eric. Anxiety and fear followed swiftly when a second later her conscious mind noticed that others stood behind her husband. Several others. Others in uniforms. Sarah recognized two paramedics and two police officers standing in the hallway behind him.

"Eric, what's going on? Who are these people? What's happened to Lizzie?" Her voice rose and she stepped closer to Eric in a threatening manner, causing the other people with Eric to react and move towards Sarah.

"It's okay, wait a minute!" Eric pleaded, than looked back at Sarah. "Sarah, Lizzie's fine, she's with my parents."

"What the hell? Why is she with your parents? She's supposed to be here!" Sarah yelled at him quickly losing her temper. Jareth heard her yelling from the bedroom where he waited and walked to the front door. He had agreed to avoid Eric again as he dropped Lizzie off to lessen any chance of confrontation but Sarah's temper brought him out of hiding.

"Lizzie is going to stay with me for awhile, Sarah. It's for the best." Eric stated as if Sarah were a child herself.

"What?" She moved towards him again with violence in her eyes and she touched his chest with her pointed finger. "We have a court agreement! You can't do this!" Jareth watched Sarah stalk Eric who refused to balk at her threats. He didn't understand why four uniformed officials suddenly moved from behind Eric , who stepped out of their way, and wrestled Sarah to the ground. Without hesitation Jareth sprang to her aid and with his full body weight barreled two of them off of her until all three were sprawled in her entryway.

Jareth heard the other two officials, which looked different from the uniformed official he initially met the first night he arrived, struggle with Sarah behind him. Striking from above he was able to subdue one of her assailants with a hit to the throat but the other kicked him in the flank and was able to wriggle free.

"Sarah, your magic!" He shouted trying to direct her as she grappled with the two paramedics several feet away from him. She heard him and she had been trying to direct her thoughts as she had enough aggression to use but the paramedics held her down in a manner that kept her hands restrained and she didn't know how to manifest a crystal without using her hands.

"Jareth, I can't!" She cried. Eric watched in sick fascination as Sarah and her boyfriend played out their delusion with the authorities as witnesses.

"Ms. Williams! Calm down! Calm down...We're not going to hurt you!" One of the paramedics stated clearly as they restrained her against her own floor. "My name is Sal and my partner is Diane and we're here to help you."

"Help me? By attacking me? What the hell?" She screamed. "Get off of me!" Sarah's anxiety was full tilt now, their retraining behavior bringing back old memories from the hospital.

"Ms. Williams, we'll let you go if you'll promise to cooperate and come with us willingly." Sal explained in a calm, professional tone. She really didn't like where this was going. She tried to crane her neck to see Jareth who was currently at a stand-off with the second police officer a short distance away.

"Where do you want me to go?" She asked warily, some part of her knowing the answer.

"Ms. Williams, there's been an involuntary mental health certificate issued for you which we are legally required to enforce. If you-"

"What?" She struggled again trying to flip them off of her.

"If you cooperate calmly and willingly," Sal continued in an even voice. "Then everything will go much easier for both of us. But if you resist you will still be taken in to custody against your will and things will be much more difficult for you. Do you understand?"

"Fuck you! I'm not going back to the fucking hospital!" She wrestled with all her might and started to scream obscenities. She felt the magic in her chest swirling, its intensity growing. She wasn't going back, she wasn't ever going back!

"What the-," Sal watched as his involuntary mental health patient screamed, her full body rigid, "Shit, Diane, she's having a seizure...Quick give her the Ativan." Diane, his partner, motioned for Eric to toss one of their medical bags to her; which had been sitting on the stretcher waiting in the hallway. Digging through the main pocket she efficiently removed a hard plastic container, snapped it opened, and removed a preloaded syringe and needle. Sarah's body arched against the floor and she appeared to cease breathing.

Diane pushed up the patient's right sleeve exposing the deltoid region, quickly swapped the skin with an alcohol prep, drove the syringe perpendicularly deep into the muscle and depressed the plunger in one sweeping motion. Sal maintained his physical restraint upon Sarah until moments later she gradually relaxed; her body settled to the floor, her eyes closing, and she lost consciousness.

"Sarah!" Jareth watched events unfold to his Sarah while he held off the second police officer. Still several feet from her and restricted from approaching due to the officer's excellent defensive maneuvers; Jareth stood helpless as he witnessed Sarah enter a profound magical trance trying to access her powers. Then he agonized as the female paramedic injected her with something which caused her to lose consciousness moments later, thereby losing contact with her powers as well. Desperate to reach her, Jareth made a frantic dash past the police officer who allowed him to pass. Jareth roughed pushed the paramedics away from his Sarah, knelt over, and grabbed her shoulders to shake her, trying to wake her.

"Sarah? Sarah! What did you give her?" He demanded.

"Just a sedative, she'll be out for awhile but she'll be okay." Sal answered nonchalantly.

Unbeknownst to Jareth the same police officer approach him from behind and started to cuff him as he was distracted in his grief. Jareth growled and spun around flinging his wrist free and knocking the officer to the floor. Exasperated and angry with this entire scene gone bad the officer unclipped his Tazer, aimed, and fired from his position on the floor catching Jareth in the back.

Jareth's entire body convulsed uncontrollably. Burning pain starting in his lower back, fired along every nerve and caused his knees to give out bringing him to the floor in a crumpled heap. He felt as though he were reliving part of his human transformation again. He tried to think, to consider what was happening but his brain ceased functioning and his breathing became erratic. He felt himself flop on the floor next to Sarah like some sort of spasmodic aquatic animal. Finally the pain stopped and he lay unmoving and semi-conscious.

"Holy shit!" Sal exclaimed. "Did you have to fire that thing so close to me?"

"Sorry." Officer Franks said with an unapologetic tone. His partner was still knocked out from this perp he didn't need more trouble from this guy. Franks stepped over to Jareth and cuffed him securely before he could regain his senses. Eric still stood in the hallway watching the end of the traumatic event. He'd never seen anyone Tazed before and he'd also never seen Sarah act so...So possessed. It reaffirmed his decision to remove Lizzie before Sarah did something permanent. Eric approached the paramedics.

"So now what? This is a first for me."

"Well...We load her up and take her to the emergency room. They'll give her a physical and medical exam then transfer her to Bellevue psychiatric hospital, probably in the morning."

"And the involuntary hold starts now and how long does it last?"

"It starts once we check her into the emergency room and lasts for at least fifteen days; longer if they find anything significant." Paramedic Sal kept in eye on Sarah while his partner Diane checked on the officer that Jareth had knocked unconscious early in the fight. He was just regaining consciousness with a hacking cough, rubbing his neck gingerly where he'd been viciously struck. She performed a quick field assessment and determined that his larynx and vocal cords were intact. Fortunate for Jareth that he'd inflicted no permanent damage.

Officer Franks called for additional patrol car and ambulance bus to back them up since his partner needed medical attention and he needed assistance with his unforeseen arrest. Paramedics Sal and Diane lifted Sarah to their stretcher and secured her with the seat belts and soft restraints to her wrists and ankles just in case the sedative wore off too soon. Eric walked up to them as they left her apartment.

"Can I see her a minute?" Tears hovered at the edges of his eyes and his hands shook as he reached towards Sarah; involuntarily sleeping on the bright yellow medical stretcher.

Sal shrugged at his question. "Sure, but be quick we've got to get her to the hospital before she wakes up."

Eric brushed the tangled hair from her face exposing her closed eyes which now looked so peaceful. They didn't glare at him with hate anymore.

"I'm sorry, Honey. Sorry Sarah, I'm just trying to do the right thing here. I know if you were in your right mind you'd understand." Eric kissed her forehead then her slack, slightly drooling lips then stepped away from her giving silent permission for the paramedics to leave.

Once Sal and Diane were alone with the drugged Sarah in the down elevator they gave each other a strained look. Neither wanting to be the first one to say what the other was thinking. Finally Diane bravely asked the question.

"Son of bitch, Sal, did you see this woman's eyes before I knocked her out?" Sal heard the dread in his long time partner's voice. "They were fucking glowing!"

"Yeah, I saw'em." Sal had been a paramedic for a long time, longer than most and every year he claimed it was his last but every year he showed up for another. Just couldn't quite let go of the profession, a lot of medics were like that. The job ate them up inside but they loved it like an abusive spouse, talked big about breaking up and moving on to better things but somehow they always came back for more beatings with a smile on their face.

"You ever see anything like that before?" She asked reverently.

"Fucking glowing eyes? No, I've never seen a patient with glowing eyes before."

"What the hell you think it is?"

"I have no idea, Diane, but it sure the hell isn't a fucking seizure or schizophrenia." He rubbed his temples and leaned on the stretcher rail over Sarah's supine and covered body. "Whatever is going on I hope the hell the doc that signed the commitment orders knows what he's dealing with cause I don't think this Ms. Williams is going to be his best friend once she wakes up in the loony bin. Makes me glad that I'll be very far away."

Diane nodded her assent, "Yeah, no shit. Maybe we should give her an extra dose of Ativan just to make sure she doesn't wake up?"

"We don't want her to stop breathing! But keep it handy...Just in case." He advised, looking his patient up and down. His partner pulled the medication bag closer as they exited the elevator and walked the unconscious Sarah Williams to their ambulance parked out front, secured her inside the bus and left without the emergency lights for the nearest hospital.

A/N: I've researched to make sure this chapter was as accurate as possible but I have taken a bit of poetic license for dramatic effect. Different states have different laws and methods for dealing with mental health issues and specific medical standard of cares can also vary from state to state. My home state has few specific laws compared to New York but the ones in place are very precise.

-I have personally lead and/or participated in very similar scenes depicted in this chapter. It is always stressful, dangerous, and upsetting when dealing with person suffering with a mental disorder- for all parties involved. Usually the paramedics can calmly talk the person into cooperating, which we always prefer to do. But occasionally scenes quickly become or start violent and we do the best we can to limit injury to ourselves and the patient because a known mentally ill person may do anything unpredictable and violent.

-Keep in mind that in many states just touching another person without their permission is considered assault and doing so to a public servant is usually a Class A misdemeanor which is why they reacted to aggressively.

-I have tried to depict this as honestly and accurately as possible within the setting of my fiction. Keep in mind that I take mental disorders very seriously including the patients and family members that suffer due to them.

-http://www.omh.state.ny.us/omhweb/patientrights/inpatient_#rights Mental Hygiene Law Admissions section

-Bellevue hospital's psychiatric ward was closed in 1998 � but I liked using the name plus it helped stay away from any complications.

-Shock Therapy fell out of favor in the mid' 1900's but was used again and proven to be of limited use starting in the '80's, specifically for schizophrenia.
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