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Within Dreams - COMPLETE	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 9136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I AM SOOOOO SORRY! I ORIGINALLY UPLOADED THIS CHAPTER BEFORE THE SITE UPGRADED A FEW MONTHS AGO. I THINK SOMETHING MUST HAVE HAPPENED TO IT AFTERWARDS BECAUSE UNTIL A READER JUST LEFT A REVIEW ABOUT IT MISSING (BUT SHE STILL ENJOYED THE REST - THANK YOU AMANDA!) I NEVER REALIZED IT WENT AWOL. THIS IS A CRITICAL TRANSITION CHAPTER AND I FEEL AWFUL THAT MANY OF YOU PROBABLY MISSED OUT ON IT. I'M GOING TO POST A MESSAGE IN THE FORUMS WITH LINK TO IT, SO HOPEFULLY SOME OF YOU WILL CATCH IT AND REREAD IT. *DUCKS HEAD AND SNEAKS AWAY*

FYI Here's the forum link: http://movies.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600094116&chapter=30

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She was beautiful, his every heart's desire. A look of utter trust suffusing her face as she lie nestled to his side, in his bed no less, peacefully resting. Would wonders never cease? Where Sarah Williams was concerned, he doubted it. And after the myriad stresses and heartache, Jareth realized he wanted it no other way, as long as she always chose him in the end, always loved him.

After they made love on the Hill of Tara, the magic sealing their bond for eternity, he transported them to his castle for privacy's sake, and they spent the remainder of Samhain getting reacquainted in his luxurious bed. As dawn approached, he knew must wake her, but for now he preferred adoring her at his leisure. Lying on his side, he counted her every secret, hoarding them for own pleasure: the upturn of her nose, the growing sheen of her skin, the scent of her new magic, and the pulse of the life inside her.

Their child ... he smiled. Never in his long life did he hope to be a father, accepting his lonely existence until she crashed into his world. Father, a tiny smile of genuine contentment cracked his usually sarcastic face, the word held new meaning now as he gazed at her sleeping form. Leaning closer, he inhaled Sarah's alluring scent; it went to his head, made him dizzy, and after her confession last night, he finally understood why. The pheromones of her transformation combined with their growing child's magic in her womb—the most potent fragrance in the world to him. Since his people were long dead, Jareth was unfamiliar with the process, and wondered if her change was permanent. He hoped so. They needed to discuss it after researching his immense library. There must be historical equivalents.

Admiring her love tousled tresses, her flushed and glimmering skin, Jareth lightly grazed his fingertips over her hair, down her shoulder, continuing over her arm where her hand curled under her chin. The blanket barely covered her chest, her lovely breasts distracting him again until he almost overlooked the sparkling ring on her left hand. They'd been so busy the last few hours he hadn't noticed it with anything more than passing interest. But now ... brow furrowed and mouth downturned, his fingers brushed the elegant band and thought of... peaches...

"I should've taken it off." Sarah's gentle voice broke his trance; he jerked his fingers back a few inches, his eyes snapping up to meet hers. Part of him felt as though he'd been caught snooping in private matters. But that's ridiculous! He chided himself.

"Pardon?"

"The ring ... Georgia gave it to me." Glancing down with watery eyes, she shifted her hand from beneath her chin and spread her fingers, displaying the ring to advantage between them, the facets catching the early morning light seeping in through the balcony curtains. "I sort of forgot I was wearing it."

"Why would you remove it, luv?"

"Because ... well." She pursed her lips in thought. Why did he ask her? Testing her? Trick question?

"It was my mother's." He took her hand in his and rubbed the metal with his thumb, warming it. "I'm sure she meant for you to keep it."

"Wha—?" He couldn't be serious. He sounded serious. He looked serious. Sarah gaped at him, speechless.

"And what better manner to demonstrate our new status than for you to wear such a beautiful family heirloom, hmm?" he replied.

"Your mother's..."she said, incredulous. "Jareth?"

"Yes?"

"Jareth."

"Still me," he said with a hint of sarcasm, leaning closer, he placed a hand on her forehead. "Are you well?"

"I am I well?" She sputtered and shoved his hand away. "You! You said your mother's ring!"

"Yes, and this troubles you?" His calm voice and demeanor shocked her, made her sit upright clutching the blanket to her chest, her eyes as wild as her bed hair.

"Me? You!" She pointed one accusatory finger. "What about you?" Sarah's hands shook, especially the one bearing Georgia's ring, which glinted balefully in the corner of her eyes, her personal albatross.

"No, it doesn't trouble me." With head tilted to one shoulder, he shrugged before reaching out, grasping that hand and kissing her fingers next to the ring before kissing the ring directly. "I'm proud you wear my mother's ring. I would want no other to do so."

The absolute confidence and acceptance he exuded like personal oxygen rocked Sarah to her core. He smiled, pulling and snuggling her limp body into his embrace after withdrawing the doubled blanket from between them. The security of his bare skin pressed intimately against her spread tingles throughout her body. Fiery passion flared again within her, molten and liquid at her core—she desire him at the merest look or touch; but also, the warmth of contentment, which she loathed to shatter by moving her cheek from his smooth chest. However, she needed to test something, needed to know.

"J-Jer?" She asked timidly, looking up to his face from their intimate position.

"Yes, Sarah?" Baritone, so close to her ear, reverberated in her skull.

Oh my God, oh my God! She thought before quashing her runaway mind, and watched his reaction closely. "Would you like to meet ... I mean ... see your family again?" Cocking his head, he grimaced for several seconds, as though painfully in thought, his eyes glazed, far away.

"They're still in New York," she added, considered telling more in regards to how they were dealing with his/Gerard's death, but decided to hold off for a bit.

"Mother..." he murmured, his mind a world away, his hands lax at her back, "...mum..." Shifting, Sarah touched his bare chest with her fingers, lightly, cautious to avoid startling him. He appeared lost within his memories, and she wondered what special brand of hell that must be.

"Jareth?" His name fell from her lips softly; he blinked drunkenly, blinked again, faster.

"New York you said?" His voice returned strong and sure, his eyes clear as he met her worried ones. She nodded, felt his hands caressing her back, long, firm strokes.

"Your mom's staying with Cassie for now."

"Cassie ... my sister." He smiled. "I remember her."

"That's right." She returned the smile, stretched her arm and caressed his cheek. "They miss you, everyday."

"I never had a family before, Sarah," he said, his face blanking and sounding oddly insecure; her heart overflowed for him, pounding furiously. "What would I do? How would I act?"

"Oh, well," she replied casually as she ducked beneath the blanket, working her way over him until he rolled with her lying on top, their bodies molded together, his arms banding around her. "I think you'll find your way into the part well enough."

"Indeed?" She heard, rather than saw, one of his brow arch and grinned against his chest.

"You seemed to have done well enough with me ... in the end."

"Is that your final opinion on the matter?" He asked sarcastically and she barked out a short laugh. Ah ... whoever or whatever he was, she decided, he would never be boring, in or out of bed.

"Yes, my love," she kissed his chest, working her way towards one of his sensitive nipples as he groaned, his hands lowering passed her buttocks, "my final opinion."

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Sarah stood at the balcony railing of his private chambers ... now ours I suppose ... while she waited for Jareth to conclude his preparations before teleporting them back Aboveground. It amused her how a masculine creature of powerful magic took longer than a mortal female at primping and preening, his vanity rooted deeper than any woman's. Ready nearly a half an hour ago, Sarah decided she did have less to be nervous about than he, and busied herself by exploring his chambers and its glorious view of the labyrinth. A breeze stirred her loose shift, manifested earlier by Jareth since they had yet to collect her belongings from the Dublin hotel. That would be their first stop.

Having missed her connection to the Underground, she inhaled deeply, the crisp, ozone scent of magic thick in the air. Finally she was home, could feel her soul resonate with the Underground's welcome, ripples of its happiness bouncing back to her, over and over. How could she ever have doubted belonging here, with Jareth? Everywhere she looked the labyrinth glittered as if made from gold leaf and spun silver. Her memories paled at the vista extending below her, and she swore she felt her child kick (though her doctor told her it was too soon), she felt his elation swell with hers, her half-fae child. Placing her hands on her abdomen, she sighed.

They were both home.

"Sarah?" Jareth called from the privy.

"Yes?" She answered, turning to greet him as he stepped into the main room dressed in simple Aboveground dress slacks, shoes, and long sleeved silk shirt.

"You're sure this is appropriate?" Hair falling in waves to his shoulder, his eyes questioning, he plucked at the polished wool trousers draping his slim frame to great effect, especially his taut buttocks. With a devious grin, Sarah motion for him to spin in place a few times.

"Oh yeah..." Drool collected at the corner of her mouth. God, it has to been the pregnancy hormones, cause I cannot be this horny all the time.

"Why are you looking at me like ... Sarah?" Jareth stumbled back as Sarah lunged at him, locking her lips on his and swiftly un-tucking his meticulously put together outfit. "Sarah..." he said between passionate kisses, his hands working the straps of her light dress off her shoulders. Running her hands through his long hair, she tugged at the strands until he growled, picked her up and carried her back to bed. Flipping them about, Sarah straddled his thighs, grinding herself to his quickly hardening manhood.

"Luv, we'll never get to New York if you keep this up." He managed to say, his hips thrusting in counterpoint to hers.

"Question is, Goblin King," she asked in a husky voice, pushing his shirt off to expose his alabaster skin, "can you keep it up?"

"Oh." Sitting up, he nipped her ultra-sensitive breasts through the thin material. "What's the Aboveground saying? Be careful what you wish for?"

"I'm wishing for it." She grabbed his belt, quickly unfastening it, "I'm wishing right now!"

"Your wish ... is my command," he said, words strangling in his throat as her hand grasp his erection. Jareth felt his will bend to Sarah's desire, his own passion flaring white-hot. Even if he wanted he could never refuse her, and now, with her willingly loving him in all meanings of the word...

"Oh gods, luv!" he cried out as her mouth engulfed him, loosing muscle strength, he fell backwards to the bed, powerless against her wiles.

Clothes partially askew, Jareth lay diagonally on his (their bed, he vaguely reminded himself) as Sarah, his soul mate and wife by the laws of Danu, exerted her physical strength upon him. And bloody hell was she strong. Her lips and tongue possess their own magic as they laved him without reservation. Her hands sought more contact: one cupped his testicles as the other gripped and stroked the base of his shaft. And then she relaxed her throat and hummed; out of his control, his hips thrust upwards seeking more, and she moved with him. Weaving his hands through her hair draping them, he held her head gently, gazing up to admire her working on him.

Bloody hell, I'm so close already! The sight of her mouth on me...

"Sa-rah ..." He panted, hips moving with her, "close..." Instead of stopping she sped up, and Jareth allowed his head to fall back, shutting his eyes at the tightening, zapping sensations coursing through him rapid fire. Then her hand dipped lower between his legs, caressed that sensitive area behind his testicles before pressing firmly, and the electricity traveling from his groin to his head suddenly tripled. Shouting in exhalant joy, he gripped her hair so hard he feared harming her as he exploded; she accepted it all, cleaning him with her tongue and lips as he floated down. Looking over his torso at her triumphant, shining eyes as she rested her chin on his hip, Jareth tugged her upwards by her shoulders and kissed her, hard.

"I love you," he told her, "Always."

"I love you," she said, resting her face on his chest. "You looked nervous, thought you could use some relaxation before we go."

Laughing, he combed her hair with his fingers, "Thank you, I feel very relaxed." He kissed the crown of her head, "And I give you carte blanche future permission to relax me anytime you think I need it."

Laughing with him, Sarah burrowed into his arms, "You can return the favor whenever you want."

"Oh I will, you can be sure of that! Just as soon as my body starts working again."

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Eventually they made it from the bed and back Aboveground, appearing in Sarah's apartment after reclaiming Sarah's property in Dublin and checking her out of the hotel. She didn't need that return ticket afterall. First order of business in New York: calling Kathy, assuring her of Sarah's safe return and the plan's success. Her best friend's enthusiastic screaming over the phone caused both Sarah and Jareth to flinch, and Sarah promised Kathy they would meet up soon for introductions—official introductions. Jareth debated how much to tell Sarah about he and Todd's little tête-à-tête.

Will Todd mention it? He wondered, and though he remembered incidents of dislike between Todd and Gerard, he was uncertain what the man might do now. But he did encourage me to talk to Sarah. That bodes well, does it not? And what of my mortal family? While he mused on the Sarah's mortal, male friend, Sarah called Georgia and Cassie. So entwined with his thoughts, he heard nothing of her phone call, or its ending.

"Jareth?" Sarah called; he didn't stir from his position sitting on her couch, fully reclined, head back and eyes glued to her boring ceiling. "Jareth?" She said a bit louder, touching his knee and causing him to jerk bodily.

"Pardon?" Blinking rapidly, he sat up.

"You home?"

"Home?" He glanced around, confused. "No of course not, luv, we're in your home."

Chuckling, she sat next to him and held his hand. "I meant you looked like you were in your own world. You okay?"

"Yes," he nodded, "I'm quite alright."

"Good, 'cause I got a hold of your family and we can stop by Cassie's anytime today." Just throw it out there Sarah, no warm up, see how he takes it.

"Ah ... I see..."Jareth fiddled with the crease of his wool pants, studying the weave. "Did you tell them?"

"I told Cassie that I had something important to tell her and her mom, and that I was bringing a friend with me," she said clearly, deliberately, squeezing his hand throughout. He looked up, met her intent eyes.

"You think that's wise? Surprising them?"

Shrugging, she said, "I really don't know any other way to explain everything to them otherwise." Biting her lower lip, she added, "Can you imagine that phone call? For sure Cassie will never believe me."

"Hmm ... yes, I see your point. She must see me."

"Exactly."

"Well," he slapped his thigh with his free hand, "best be off then."

"Right, we'll Band-aid it," she said, standing and helping him to his feet.

"Band-aid it?"

"It's a saying of mine; I'll explain it on the way," she answered as she steered him towards the door, grabbing her purse en route.

This should be very interesting! She thought.

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Approximately thirty, nerve-wracking minutes later, Jareth and Sarah stood at Cassie's front door, having walked the entire way in hopes of dissipating stress—it didn't help. Jareth's general twitchiness and Sarah's lip-biting worsened the closer they got; even his physical presence doing nothing to lessen her anxiety, but this situation was far from ordinary.

How the hell am I going to explain Jareth and the baby? She asked herself for the hundredth time. Cassie will strangle me! Hovering over the door, Sarah's fist froze prior to the actual knocking. Just one little rap then it'll be all over ... they already know you're in the building ... just fucking hit the door...

"Would you prefer I announce our arrival, Sarah?" Jareth asked. Turning to look at him, she couldn't detect any mocking or sarcasm; he looked serious. Hell, he really was as nervous. His Adam's apple shifted up and down as he swallowed hard.

"No, I got it." Confident at last, Sarah rapped on the door—three sharp knocks. Maybe they left between her call and now, maybe they went out for pizza, maybe they ... crap ... she heard the locks being disengaged inside, the door swung open and...

"Sarah, hey," Cassie spoke lightly, a lop-sided half smile curling her lips as she opened the door wider. "What's so important that you're bringing a fri..." She cut off once the door revealed Jareth standing by her side, her mouth dropping open, eyes agog.

"Cassie," Sarah said, keeping her expression open and friendly.

"What the fuck kind of game are you playing?" Cassie responded, her fingers gripping the wood tight enough to blanch her skin, the door shimmying faintly from the tension. Sarah saw how Cassie's eyes flicked rapidly back and forth between her and Jareth.

"It's not what you think, just let me explain..." Sarah stepped forward, her hand stretched forward, beseeching. Cassie lunged forward partway, blocking Sarah, slamming her hand on the jamb.

"Not what I think?" Her voice wanted to yell, but Sarah knew she didn't want to alarm her mother, hence the vicious, hissing whisper she spat. "What the hell else could I think?" Cassie arrowed her chin in Jareth's direction, saying, "You bring a look-a-like of my brother to my door? You're one sick fucker, Sarah!"

"I'm not a look-a-like to your brother," Jareth stated in a quiet, non-confrontational voice, silent until that moment, stunned at the sight of his mortal sister so close, her pain etched so obviously in every line of her face. Then she faced him.

"And I don't give a shit who you bloody well are!"

"Cassie," he said, moving closer. If I can touch her, she'll understand.

"But you can take your sorry arse from my sight, and give back whatever money this bitch is paying you!"

"Cassie?" Georgia's voice filtered from the rear of the apartment. "Who's at the door?"

"No one, Mum, I've got it." She called back, burning eyes never leaving Jareth.

"Mother..." Jareth whispered, a smile lighting his face. Sarah watched him press a hand upon the door as he crossed the threshold of Cassie's apartment.

"What the hell? Get out!" Cassie cried, trying to keep her voice low, fighting him off while avoiding touching him as if she instinctively knew. Standing nearly nose-to-nose, Jareth looked down at her and spoke in a gentle voice:

"Cassie, luv, please let me say hello to mum. I've missed her."

"W-what?" She gasped, her breath hitching, expression melting as Jareth touched his fingers to her face. "Jer?" Eyes fluttering shut, Cassie missed the peaceful look overcoming him as he connected with her then glanced over her head at his mother's entrance at the end of the entry hall.

"Gerard?" Georgia Scott said, her voice pulling Cassie from her reverie. "You're finally home!"

"Mum!" Jareth's voice went from peaceful to joyous, his hand pushing the door free of Cassie's grip to bang against the wall. Watching from the hall, Sarah saw Cassie finally step aside, eyes gazing up at Jareth, awed, as he rushed the short distance to his mortal mother and encased her in a breath-stopping embrace.

"I knew you'd return," Georgia said into his shoulder, her voice thick with emotion, "I told her so many times, but she never believed me, Gerard."

"I know, Mum, I know." His own voice cracking, Jareth barely loosed her enough to see her face. Tears tracked both of their cheeks, and she reached up, cupping his face.

"Cassie, dear, come say hello to your brother." Called to join them, Cassie willingly walked into their embrace.

"It's really you, Jer?" She asked face twisted in confusion.

"After a fashion, luv. Sarah can explain better than I, Sarah?" He looked to the still open front door where she stood in the entry way, hesitant to intrude further during such an intimate family moment.

"What does Sarah have to do with this?" Cassie asked, pulling back from Jareth's hug.

"Quite a bit," he answered, reaching a hand out for his de facto wife. Shutting the door, Sarah approached the three slowly, taking Jareth's hand, and allowing him to tuck her to his side.

Georgia smiled and nodded, a smug expression leaking out. "I suspect you have a lot to tell us, don't you dear?" The charged atmosphere between the couple screamed true love and family to Georgia, too bad her daughter was dense to it.

"Uh ... yes, I do." She glanced at Jareth. "We both do."

"Well!" Clapping her hands once, Georgia grinned. "Can't talk on an empty stomach, Cassie, how about we make some coffee and put out those cookies you made?"

"Yeah ... okay." Perplexed at the entire situation, Cassie followed her mother's lead and escorted their guests to the living room.

He feels like Jer, looks like Jer, but something's different about him, Cassie thought, besides the fact he's supposed to be dead. What the hell is going on?

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Several cups of coffee and a plate of cookies later...

"I have no words to describe what I'm feeling..." Cassie said, slumping back into her recliner.

"I know it sounds fantastical," Sarah replied.

"You think?"

"Nevertheless, it's true," Jareth said, taking Sarah's hand. They sat together on the couch, Cassie and Georgia directly opposite.

"So you're technically not my brother, but his soul is really your soul?"

"Correct."

"And Gerard is really dead, but his soul, which is yours, never passed on but returned to your body?"

"Yes."

"And you're not human, you're fae and also the magical Goblin King Sarah talked about before?"

"Again, yes." Jareth slowly nodded to each of Cassie's questions while carefully watching his mother's reactions. She appeared to be handling the news well, sipping her coffee with a serene countenance. Surprised, he wondered what she already knew.

"And now Sarah's expecting? Already?"

"Uh ... some things were fast forwarded a bit because of the soul mate destiny," Sarah quickly said, "But it's definitely Jareth's."

"So not really family..."

"Now, Cassie." Her mother scolded, setting her coffee cup down with a thunk. "Don't you dare say that, of course, the little one's family."

"Mum..."

"Not another word, Cassandra Scott," Georgia said with an iron voice; Jareth felt a sudden urge to sit up straight and check his clothes for cleanliness. With slumped shoulders and a heavy sigh, Cassie gave up. When her mother wanted something, there was no fighting her. Her eyes slyly sliding to Jareth, Cass observed him: his mannerism, his quirks, even his speech was so much like Gerard it was uncanny. How else to explain his presence than believe their outrageous story? And would it be so terrible?

I could have Jer back, in a way. And a niece or nephew ... that would be nice. And Mum, she looks so happy, like a hen surrounded by her chicks.

"Cassie," Sarah spoke, touched her forearm, bringing her back, "I understand if you can't be okay with this. It's a lot and it's ... well ... crazy."

"Actually," Cassie said, leaning forward, grasping Sarah's hand in hers, smiling. "I think I can be okay with it, in time."

"Really?" Sarah and Jareth exchanged shocked looks.

"Oh Cassie, I'm so proud of you, dear!" Her mother exclaimed, beaming.

"Just one question..."

"Yes?"

"If Gerard is officially dead, what are you going to do about Jareth's identity, and where will you live?" Cassie asked.

"Oh, that," Jareth replied, hand waving indifferently in the air. "I'll just manipulate certain mortal memories to erase Gerard's death, allowing me to slip into his life as if nothing untoward ever happened. That will allow us to live both Above and Underground at our convenience."

Gulping, Cassie looked back and forth at the two, suddenly noticing how the setting sun made their skin shimmer. "You can do that?"

"Easily, luv." As punctuation, he twisted his hand manifesting a crystal which he tossed to Cassie. Half shimmied backward into her recliner, she caught a peach with a high-pitched 'eep'.

"Jer! Don't frighten your sister. Your magic is too impressive for pranks."

"Sorry, Mum," he ducked his head, hair partially hiding his face; and Sarah stared, aghast, at a chastened Goblin King. Well, would wonders never cease?

"Gosh, look at the time." Sarah feigned checking her watch; Jareth's brows rose, curious. "We've got to get going."

"Oh, so soon?"

"Sorry, Georgia, but we've got so much to do getting Jareth re-introduce."

"Of course you do," Georgia agreed, standing to see them out. "You must return soon though."

Hearing the wistful, eagerness in Georgia's voice, Sarah hugged her tight. "We will, and you'll visit often too. We're family."

"Yes, Mum, we're family," Jareth said pulling both women into a hug, then reaching out to add his sister. "And I'm not inclined to leave again or lose any of you." Walking them to the door, Georgia kept her arm around her son's waist, her head tucked into his side.

"I'm so glad you're finally here," she murmured, and Jareth could wait no longer.

"About that, Mum, you didn't seemed surprised to see me or hear my story." He looked down at her, head cocked. "Why is that then?"

"You're not the only one with secrets, Jer."

"Yes?" They stopped at the threshold, Sarah waiting in the hall, Cassie in the living room.

"The night after you were born, I had a dream, a very detailed, realistic dream."

"Go on." He held her upper arms, his thumbs caressing her shoulders.

"It showed me certain things about you, true things, things you confessed today. I knew then that you were never meant for our world, that my claim to you was temporary." Reaching up, she touched his face. "But I always knew you'd return to me, someday."

Embracing her, he buried his face in her hair to hide the tears filling his eyes. "Oh Mum, I love you."

"I love you, whether your name is Gerard or Jareth. You'll always be my son," she said, patting his back and sniffing hard.

Walking back to Sarah's apartment, they held hands in silence, digesting all that occurred at Cassie's. Having overhead a bit of Georgia's answer to Jareth's question just before they left, Sarah wondered at her dreams of Gerard and Jareth leading to her epiphany.

"Jareth?"

"Hmm?"

"Before I searched you out in Ireland..."

Turning from the examining the sidewalk, he faced her. "Yes?"

"I was confused, guilty, didn't know how I felt or what I wanted."

"A difficult time for both of us, luv," he replied, pulling her hand upwards to kiss it.

Smiling at him, she dragged him to a stop, their hands clasped between them. "I had several dreams which helped me figure things out."

"And?" He prompted when she paused, staring up at him, her eyes boring into his.

"Did you send me those dreams? Force me to face my emotions?"

"Pardon?" He stepping back, head cocked slightly, his tone-pained.

"Dee denied doing it and you're the only other capable."

"I don't care for your accusation, Sarah."

Taking a deep breath, she made herself relax. "I'm sorry. I'm not angry; I just want to know."

Still holding her hand, Jareth kept his distance. "You say hearing my mother's answer made you want to question me?" She nodded. "Well, consider this—she dreamt after my mortal birth, while I was powerless to send her dreams. I cannot be responsible for hers, yet you automatically assume me responsible for yours?"

"Oh God ... I didn't mean..."

"You think I was attempting to manipulate your emotions? I've been nothing but honest with you, Sarah, whilst you've berated and insulted me."

"No, I just wanted to understand where they came from! I'm sorry, Jareth!" Tugging him back to her, she smashed her face into his chest. "Don't be angry!"

Shaking of his ire and frustration, he settled his arms around her, holding her tight, and said in a softer tone, "I have no idea where your dreams came from, luv." Kissing her ear, he added, "I swear I did nothing to manipulate your emotions, other than what we engaged in that first day."

"Yeah ... that..." She shivered and wave of fresh pheromones struck his nose.

"Great Danu, Sarah," he murmured into her hair. "What you do to me!" Already he felt himself hardening in response to her arousal, and pressed his lower torso firmer to her, making her moan into his neck, kissing it.

"Let's get back to my place fast."

"As my lady commands," he said, manifesting a crystal which dropped on the sidewalk beside them, uncaring who might witness their vanishing act.

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Sitting at her Great Loom, Lachesis fastened the last thread in place with knot; finally the great design spanning generations was complete. With a relieved sigh, she sat back in her padded chair, her moment of respite earned. Mortal dreams were the most difficult to effect, since fates had little purview in the dream world, but it was occasionally worth the trouble.

"Is it finished, Sister?" Clothos asked, looking up from her portion of the Loom.

"Yes, their fates are secured, as is the fate of the Underground."

"At last!" Atropos cried, "Their obstinacy nearly ruined everything."

"As well as Aphrodite's interference," Lachesis added, "but I took care of that." Oh yes ... the gods and goddesses like to forget they are at the Loom's will as much as the mortals.

"Ach ... don't remind us, Sister," Clothos said, slamming her Loom on a small table near her. "She's such a busy body!"

"At least all are now properly in their places," Atropos said, smiling.

"The Goblin King now has his Queen..."

"Soon to be fae..."

"And an heir will be born..."

"A son!"

"A very good century's work," Lachesis stated proudly, before picking up her Loom, resuming her work.

A/N: My fic "Dreams of the Queen" has been accepted at Project Fiction! I'm so excited! Thanks again for the awesome reviews and faves for the last chapter of Within Dreams. There's just the epilogue left then that's it...sniff...hope everyone is enjoying the wrap up for this massive fic!

Jinx

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