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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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A/N: These next few chapters may be disturbing for some as it deals with mental health and mental health hospitals. Obviously for the purposes of fiction I have taken some freedoms but have attempted to write this as true to life as possible. Be warned and if you don't like it don't read it. On a personal note-I've been a paramedic for over 17 years and have dealt personally and professionally with mental health patients in many situations. I have the utmost respect for the plight of those at all levels of mental health issues, the damages to their lives, and the extremely unsupportive system that they are subjected to often times. This aspect of my story is no way intended to be taken as offensive or insensitive to mental health patients or their loved ones.

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Jareth vaguely remembering lying next to Sarah after the attack and felt someone viciously yank his arms behind him restraining his wrists with metal manacles of some mortal design. His eyes tried to focus on her unconscious form being lifted onto a mobile bed which was then whisked from his view down the hallway from her apartment.

"S...sar..." His voice caught, his tongue glued to his hard palate and garbled sounds issued forth. What had the mortals inflicted upon him? He refused to think of them as people presently. It reminded him of his old experiments with electricity with longer lasting effects. His head hovered over the floor but weakness brought it back down with a loud thud. His blond fringed bangs were sticky with sweat and his incompletely healed nose bleed again.

Time passed until two police officers lifted him by his arms half dragging and carrying him from Sarah's apartment, down the elevator, and to their vehicle where he was rudely pushed into the rear seat. Jareth crouched in the small, caged bench seat; his arms still painfully restrained behind him. Having never experienced mortal arrest procedures he was unsure what might happen but he was still quite aware that his and Sarah's current circumstances were very dire.

Sarah and he had been taken away against their wills to separate locations. Jareth knew not where the medical crew transported Sarah or for how long but he but he did remember overhearing the crew speak about her mental health and Sarah screaming her refusal to return to the hospital. He also realized that Eric had something to do with this and he would find him; hopefully with some pain involved on Eric's end. But this was bad, very bad. Today was the ninth day before the deadline. He needed to figure out a way to Sarah before their time expired. He could still feel the bond of magic that tied them but it was faint, making her difficult to locate.

Two officers entered the front seats of the vehicle and proceed to drive it away from the only mortal home Jareth ever knew. Jareth leaned to the glass of the side window; pressing his face to the cool material, and watched as Sarah's building gradually dwindled in distance until it was no longer visible. Acidic dread settled in his stomach. Another physical sensation he was unfamiliar with as a Fae but becoming all too common as a human.

"Where the devil am I being driven?" Jareth strove for majestically indignant but his voice cracked during his demand making it come out more as haughty and peeved; like a spoiled rich boy rather than a righteously wronged monarch. The two officers glanced over their shoulders at Jareth through the metal grill separating the backseat.

"Driven?" The officer in the passenger seat snapped. "Look buddy, we're not your chauffeurs. You're under arrest for assaulting two police officers." Jareth returned a blank stare with a quirked eyebrow to the officer's insulting tone.

"That's serious...two C felonies." The officer continued. "And you don't have any ID on you. You want to talk to us now?"

"What do you wish to discuss?" Jareth replied. He attempted to keep his irritation in check as his suspected cooperation was paramount for the present. However, the metal cuffs digging painfully into his wrists which forced him to sit awkwardly to avoid wrenching his shoulders combined with his anxiety regarding Sarah made it difficult for him to control his temper.

"Your name, what's your name? Where's your ID? Who are you?" The officer rapid fired several questions.

Through gritted teeth Jareth answered with the story Sarah invented for him. "My name is Jareth Noble and I'm Sarah William's boyfriend." He went on to explain the fictional mugging after his arrival from Europe weeks earlier and how he had stayed with Sarah while he sorted out the trouble. A short time later they arrived at their destination. The officers opened a rear door and pulled Jareth from the patrol car; both their grips strong on his arms as they escorted him into the red brick building.

Jareth, still uncertain what the officers' plans were for him and confused as to what a class C felony was, continued to cooperate. Nevertheless, he quickly realized that they intended to keep him for a length of time once he was checked in by name, photographed, fingerprinted, and placed into a larger room with two brick walls and two walls of thick metal bars. The room reminded him of a cleaner, modern version of his dungeon; which he neglected to use since his ownership of the Labyrinth. And the cell was not empty.

"Gods Below..."Jareth muttered to himself. Angering the local authorities proved to be highly inconvenient but when he replayed the event in his mind seeing Sarah pulled to the ground by four strangers in a surprise attack; he could not regret his actions. Thinking of it again stirred his blood and he paced inside the twenty by twenty cell keeping to one brick wall; he wished fervently for his swagger stick to help process this thoughts. Even though he was not currently Fae and iron would be not be fatal to him he felt uncomfortable standing close to the metal bars; his skin seem to crawl the closer he got so he chose to remain near the brick instead.

The five other male occupants initially found Jareth fascinating. His Fae nature was muted as a human but not eliminated therefore other humans, male and female, would be drawn to him. They approached as if to corner him. A few found him attractive in his jeans, snug t-shirt and original black boots while the remaining thought him a threat. Jareth made sure to present his most regal, commanding stance and attitude; practically growling at the other men an audible warning while his eyes narrowed threateningly. The men got the message; at least for now and left Jareth to his pacing; the raging animal within him displaying a controlled rage without as he worried for Sarah and considered his options.

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Sarah awoke feeling groggy. Her head hurt and her mouth felt dry. She started to roll to her side but something stopped her. She tugged her left wrist then her right and realized that both her wrists were restrained to the bed that she lay in; as were both of her ankles. Where was she? Opening her eyes she saw that she was in a hospital room; likely an emergency room. How did she get here? Then she remembered and all the emotions rushed back overwhelming her.

"Nooo...!" She cried, tears leaked from her eyes as she squeezed them shut again and pulled tightly against the restraints. They'd taken her, taken her back against her will and it was Eric's fault. He'd done this to her. He took Lizzie. She'd make him pay. He'd betrayed her unlike anyone ever before and he would pay.

"Damn you, Eric!" Sarah screamed causing a nurse to enter her room a moment later.

"She's awake! Ms. Williams, calm down! You're safe; you're in the emergency room." A female nurse who stood near her head explained.

"I will not calm down! I don't want to be here...I don't need to be here! My fucking husband did this to me!" Sarah thrashed on the bed, yanking at the restrains until her skin reddened and the metal rails rattled.

"Ms. Williams you're on an involuntary hold, we can't release you and if you continue to be combative we'll have to sedate you again." Another nurse explained. "The doctor will be here soon."

"Get these off of me! Let me go! Where's Jareth? Where's my daughter?" Sarah ignored them and continued screaming and wrestling in the hospital bed; the sheets twisting around her. She felt her magic building, the intensity in her chest like a bonfire. She wanted to manifest a crystal but since her hands were tied she was unable to direct her magic. She knew Jareth was able to use his magic without manual manifestation but she had yet to master that particular skill. She also felt Jareth through their bond but it was faint.

Would he come for her? Would he even be able to find her? Where was he, what happened to him? Last she remembered he fought with the two police officers while she wrestled with two paramedics. Then she lost herself to her magic allowing it to consume her in anger then...then nothing. Did they do something to her to bring her here? Why couldn't she remember? Her magic flared from her chest to her extremities; brighter, hotter and she felt herself giving into it like before. She wanted out! She wanted free!

Nurse Beck watched as her patient, a Ms. Sarah Williams, thrashed and screamed in her bed demanding to be freed. No matter how she reasoned with her the patient refused to calm and appeared to enter into unusual seizure activity. Nurse Beck witnessed as the patient arched in her bed, her back at a sharp angle, her head thrown back and she released a high pitched scream.

"Get the doctor in here now!" As Beck yelled into the hallway to summon her coworkers, several small explosions went off next to her. Turning back to her patient she watched as the electronic monitoring equipment surrounding the bed short circuited; sparks escaped, screens fractured, and small fires started with smoke wafting in the room. Sarah's high pitched screaming increased as if she required no breath and Beck covered her ears backing away from the bed as pain lanced to her brain.

Several nurses rushed into Sarah's room to find their coworker cowering in a corner, a screaming, rigid patient on the bed, and the room enveloped in fiery chaos. Immediately they evacuated the two women from the flaming room and activated the fire alarm. Nearly catatonic, Beck was unable to be roused by her coworkers and Sarah continued to scream fighting against her restraints. The emergency room doctor quickly ordered administered another, stronger sedative through her IV and Sarah's trance ceased abruptly seconds later.

As the workers reestablished order to the emergency department, which included putting out the fires with hand held fire extinguishers, relocating Nurse Beck to her own room for assessment, and reassessing the patient Sarah Williams for any injuries; they noticed that all of the Williams' restraints were nearly unbuckled. Not broken, not frayed�but unbuckled as if someone or something had purposefully loosened all four at the same time.

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Jareth froze during his troubled pacing, one leg outstretched for another stride and his head cocked as if listening. He spun in place head swiveling upwards and about, hands clenched to his sides before collapsing against the brick wall behind him. One hand flew to his chest and rubbed his sternum as if it ached.

"Sarah..."He whispered to himself, his head bowed as he slid down the wall to sit on the concrete floor with his head between his bent knees, "Hang on, Precious, I'll find you."

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By the time Eric returned to pick up Elizabeth from his parents' house his daughter was awake and quite upset. Expecting to be taken back to her mother's home by lunchtime this Saturday, Eric arrived to find Lizzie packed and full of anxiety that her grandparents had been unable to alleviate since their son instructed them to limit any information given Lizzie.

"Daddy! Where have you been?" Lizzie ran to him as he entered the Brooklyn townhouse. "We're late! Mom's going to be so mad." She grabbed his hand pulling him towards her bags.

"Lizzie, I had to take care of something important this morning but it's okay, your mom's not going to be mad at us. You're not going to your mom's today. In fact you're staying with me from now on." Eric squatted down as he told Lizzie the news. Lizzie stopped pulling at his hand, she stopped rushing towards her bags; she stopped everything and turned to her father.

"What? What are you talking about? I live with Mom." She asked suspiciously.

"Lizzie, honey, your mom is...well...she's very sick right now and I had to take her to the hospital so that she can get better."

"Mom's sick?" The little girl's eyes instantly filled with tears which ran down her cheeks. "She's in the hospital? I want to see her, Daddy, I want to go right now!" Lizzie insisted her voice hitching with her tears. Eric clasped his daughter's hand tighter and lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, Lizzie, you can't see her right now. Mommy's too sick. She's confused about what's real and she might...might hurt you, honey." His voice sounded flat as he tried to explain the truth to his only child.

Lizzie yanked her hand from her father's grasp. "No! You're wrong! Mom would never hurt me! I want to see her, Dad!"

"No, Lizzie." Eric reached for Lizzie but she backed away, a fearful look in her eyes.

"She was right you don't understand. What'd you do, Dad?" Lizzie spun and ran from her father ending up in the spare bedroom that doubled as her room when she visited; slamming the door behind her. Eric remained crouched on the floor where she left him even more concerned for his daughter's welfare than before.

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"You do have someone to call don't you?" The police clerk asked Jareth. Did he? That was an excellent question. Another time, another place he would have answered that Sarah was that someone but now? Hmmm...Jareth stared at the offending telephone uncertain what to do. A short while earlier an officer released him from that cell stating that he got his one phone call to inform someone who cared that he was incarcerated. Said officer led him to an offensively colored telephone sitting forlornly on a desk and proceeded to restrain him with those damnable cuffs to a wooden chair that Jareth suspected he could easily carry away. If he called someone would this mean his freedom? Surely it was more complex than this. Whom...whom...aha!

"I do have someone but I'm currently unaware of how to contact her." He informed the officer.

"You don't know her number?"

"Yes, exactly." Jareth said a bit too eagerly.

"I can look up the number if you know a name and any other info helps."

"Her name is Ms. Caroline Bagby of Bagby Art Gallery on 40th street." The clerk typed in the information into his computer and a second later the requested information appeared.

"Here you go. You only get to dial it once so make it count."

"Of course." Jareth dialed the number silently thanking Lizzie for her insistence that he learn about telephone usage despite his obvious distaste for them at the time. He listened to the ringing until the line picked up and a young male voice answered.

"Bagby Gallery, Daniel speaking how may I assist you?"

"Daniel, this is Jareth. Sarah's friend, may I speak with Ms. Bagby it's urgent."

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It upset Carol greatly to hear from Jareth while he was in jail but it upset her more to hear what he knew of Sarah's plight. After speaking with him Carol immediately called her personal lawyer and had him meet her at the precinct where Jareth was being held. She assured Jareth that she would handle everything since she knew he was unfamiliar with the legal system. Unable to speak long during the phone call, Jareth was frustrated to learn that he was to be returned to the small cell; at least until Carol arrived with more assistance; although she did tell him to say nothing and ask for his lawyer if asked anything.

Carol and her lawyer Mr. Joe Simon arrived a few hours later making it later Saturday afternoon. Escorted into a private, secured room the three met to discuss the current situation; Jareth was perversely relieved to see a woman whom just a short time ago he knew to be suspicious of him. Carol introduced Jareth and Mr. Joe Simon, an elderly but bright-eyed, well dressed gentleman of mixed heritage who shook Jareth's hand with firm strength before seating himself.

"Jareth!" Carol hugged him before he could move to stop her and he found himself relaxing into her embrace. He knew himself to me many hundreds of years older than her yet her motherly, caring manner gave him comfort. "Are you okay? Oh my God, what happened?" Jareth paced the small room as he succinctly explained everything that he knew to both Carol and Mr. Joe Simon. His emotions vacillating between rage and fear for Sarah as he related the assault and kidnapping. Concern for his own situation he relegated to secondary for the present. Sarah's location and release overriding anything else in his mind.

"Mr. Noble, please calm yourself." Mr. Simon said. "Your own situation is serious but fortunately not dire. Carol has explained to me your personal complications regarding your loss of personal identification which will not likely be looked favorably upon with the judge. However, Carol assures me that you have no record of prior offenses in New York or otherwise, this is correct?"

Jareth thought for a moment at Mr. Simon's question. There would be no mortals' records of him anywhere on Earth, so yes that was a correct statement. "Yes, Mr. Simon. I have no existing records." He shared a glance with Carol when Mr. Simon looked to his paperwork, suddenly very glad that Sarah confided the truth to her friend. His vulnerability as a mortal sat heavily on him daily but more so at this moment as he truly realized how much he was at the mercy of the mortal legal system.

Normally so used to his magic to 'snap' him out of any complicated endeavors in any realm he never understood before now how much he relied on magic to solve his problems. A wave of anxiety tempered by...was that gratitude...flashed through him. Gods, he wanted his powers back! To be so defenseless was unacceptable.

Mr. Simon went on to explain the arraignment proceedings which were to take place on Monday. Jareth had never heard of an arraignment and when he asked was assured that the court time would be fast and was mostly a formality to set a future court date and bail amount. Mr. Simon also explained that while two violent C felonies against polices officers were serious and might likely result in jail time in the near future he would likely be released on bail soon because Carol was willing to vouch for him, she had involved a lawyer so quickly, and he had no prior record. All Jareth really heard was 'likely to be released soon'.

"When will I be released? I must find Sarah!" Eagerness lite his eyes and voice and he resumed his pacing.

"Once bail is met you will be released the same day, which should be Monday; likely in the afternoon." Mr. Simon stated in a business tone.

"Jareth, don't worry. I'll take care of the bail...no matter how much. Sarah's a friend and her work has been a huge financial investment for us both. And I'll make some calls and see what I can find out about Sarah." Carol assured him. Jareth understood only portions of the legal terms they said to him but he did understand that Carol was a friend to both he and Sarah and knew he had no other choice than to trust Carol's decisions for the present; at least until he was freed.

"Thank you, Carol. Sarah and I owe you a great debt. I'll do my best to behave myself until then." Then the private meeting concluded and an officer escorted Jareth to the cell once again.

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The second time Sarah woke she was in a different room; more austere, industrial looking, and it smelled of disinfectant. A different bed but her wrists and ankles were still restrained however this time instead of buckles they had small padlocks attached to them. And that's when she knew. It wasn't an emergency room; they had already transferred her to the psychiatric hospital. How long had she been unconscious? What day was it? How was Lizzie doing? Where was Jareth? She could barely feel him or her magic.

Her head felt twice its normal size, her mouth was dry, and it was difficult to keep her eyes focused for long. What did they have her dosed on now? She recognized the effects of psychiatric medications and they'd given her something strong which was just starting to wear off. She heard the lock rattle and the door opened to admit someone she'd hoped to never meet again.

"Hello, Sarah. It's been a long time. How are you feeling today?" His mellow voice sounded harmless but Sarah knew better.

"Garcia..."She said her voice croaked dry.

He approached the side of her bed, pulled up a chair, and sat casually next to her. "I've missed you, Sarah. You were always my favorite patient; so imaginative, so unique, even your schizophrenia refused to fall within the boundaries of modern psychiatry." He rested a hand on her forearm; she flinched but couldn't move away. He continued speaking in his purposefully soothing voice that held only menace for Sarah.

"Sarah, Sarah, I wanted so much to be the one to help you but nothing I ever did seem to make a difference. But now you're finally back and we can try again."

Dr. Garcia smiled his friendly smile which never reached his eyes and left her. Sarah knew it held no comfort. She knew his brand of insanity. His own style of obsession. She once swore to herself she'd rather die than be under his control again. Desperately she reached for her magic but only felt the dullest edge of it through the fog of the medication. She tried triggering her anger, which shouldn't be difficult she thought considering her plight, but the medication made her emotions slippery and she constantly caught herself staring dumbly at the wall in a mental void. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes and slowly ran down the sides of her face. She cried softly in the bed, her face turned to the wall; she didn't even have enough emotion to sob properly through the drugs.

"Nurse." Dr. Garcia called for the charge nurse after leaving Sarah's private room.

"Yes, Dr. Garcia."

"The patient Sarah Williams is in a highly delusional, unstable state right now. I want her to be on a daily, twenty-four maintenance dose of Haldol for the present until her violent behavior can be brought under control. And call me if they are any changes."

"Yes, Doctor." Dr. Garcia wrote out the new medication order, signing it with a pleased flourish.

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Monday passed slowly for Jareth. During the weekend he had been transferred from the holding cell to the main jail and expected to trade his personal clothing for a hideous orange jumpsuit. It took every bit of patience he possessed not to demand remuneration for indignities he was made to suffer. As the painful looking clothing was thrust at him he gritted his teeth and reminded himself that within a day, perhaps two, he would be freed by Mr. Simon's efforts. After that it matter little how the mortal legal system chose to punish him since he would either be with Sarah in his realm or dead.

Nearly thirty six hours later Mr. Simon's efforts were rewarded during Jareth's arraignment. The judge set a high but reasonable bail that Carol paid and Jareth's court date was set for thirty days from the present. After paperwork and money exchanged hands Jareth once again was a free man in his own clothes. He stepped out of the courthouse meeting Carol at the entrance. It was Monday evening, they had six days, and he still needed to find Sarah.

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