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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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"Sarah."

It really was him. It was Jareth, the King of the Goblins. Only he didn't exactly look like a Fae King at the moment. He looked like a man; a gorgeous, wealthy, exhausted, pained man but still a man. Sarah's voice stuck as she stared at him. He stood with one am above his head leaning it against door jamb closest to her. His head was held high but his shoulders slumped. His entire body looked as if it would collapse any second yet sensuality still ooze from him.

"As much as I'm enjoying being your visual delight do you think it's possible that I might be allow in sometime soon?" He smirked and raised one eyebrow as he gave her a suggestive glare.

"Oh, you...you cad! You just appear like this in the middle of the night after years and I'm supposed to have some sort of witty response?" Sarah snapped and continued to block the door.

"Witty? Sarah at the moment a simple greeting and invitation into your home would suffice. As you can see by my appearance I've had a rather difficult day." He used his free hand to indicate his person in a sweeping motion.

Sarah stood firm and pointed a finger at him. "If you think I'm inviting you inside you're insane! I have no idea what your plans are!"

"If you had no intention of allowing me into your home then why allow me to your door?" Jareth snapped.

"Maybe I just wanted to have to pleasure of telling you no." She gloated, arms crossed over her chest.
Jareth drew himself up to his full height. "I would think rejecting me once would enough of a triumph even for someone as cruel as you." He said in a voice full of venom.

"Ugh! The nerve!"

They both stood at her door staring each other down for several minutes. Neither spoke nor moved. Both unwilling to back down or compromise until Jareth remembered his reason for searching her out. 'Pride will certainly be my downfall.' He chided himself. He softened his stance and his expression and said in a calmer voice.

"Sarah, I swear that I mean neither you nor any of your friends or family any harm. I am not using glamour. I am in fact without magic and am currently mortal. This is my true appearance and I require your...assistance. Please may I come in?" Jareth gave his speech with as much sincerity as possible. He found the sincerity was genuine as he gazed into her eyes. In the last 20 years his Sarah had grown more beautiful. In the full maturity of her womanhood she was at the prime of her life and that vitality was not lost on Jareth. How he ever thought he could forget her he didn't know. Several inches of height brought her nearly level with him and dark, almost black hair fell in thick waves past her shoulders. Dark to his light, light to his dark, he observed.

Her emerald eyes soften from a glare to a gaze during his speech. She looked over her shoulder as if considering something. "You swear, no harm to me and mine?"
Jareth placed his right hand over his heart and bowed low to her.

"I swear."

'Holy crap.' She thought. 'Never believed I'd see the see the day.'

"Alright, Jareth, you can come in and tell me what the hell is going on." Jareth felt a thrill as she said his name. It was the first time he'd ever heard her say his given name before. 'Perhaps there's hope yet.' He thought.

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Jareth sat on Sarah's living room couch while Sarah sat in an opposite recliner. Both attempted to relax without success and ended up alternating between staring at each other then staring at anything else.

"Would you like something to drink or are you hungry?" She asked.

"I'm not sure; perhaps something to drink, something simple."

"Well, there's water. You can drink water right?"

"Yes, I'm mortal remember, Sarah?"

"Right. So that means you're..."

"No longer Fae...I'm human so the usual Fae restrictions no longer apply."

"Ok, wow. So there's a story here right?" Jareth snorted to her question.

"Oh, yes. There's 'A STORY' as you say."

She looked at him with an odd gaze; the feeling in her chest fluttering. When he said no more she left for the kitchen, poured two glasses of ice water, and returned to the living room. She handed him a glass and as their fingers brushed she felt a tingling similar to the feeling in her chest. Apparently Jareth felt something similar because she saw his eyes widen and he gasped. He stared at the water before quickly gulping down half the glass. Sarah reclaimed her seat across from him then reached over to a lamp and switched it on. Jareth flinched at the light then settled down again.

"So...you want to tell me why you're here?" She finally asked. He sighed and stared down at his glass again. Sarah waited patiently as he gathered himself.

"I said I required your assistance. It's a great deal more-"

"Mommy?" Jareth cut himself off mid sentence at the sound of a young girl's voice. His head swung upwards to see a girl of approximately half the age of what Sarah was when he first knew her. She has a daughter? Gods, she must have a husband as well. Jareth cringed internally; perhaps this wouldn't be so easy.

"Lizzie, what are you doing up?" Sarah jumped from her seat, her back to Jareth and went to her daughter.

"I heard voices and thought it was morning and Daddy was here already. He's not Daddy." Lizzie pointed to Jareth who sat motionless staring back at her. Sarah looked over her shoulder at him.

"No, honey, he's an old...friend of Mommy's."

"Have I met him before, Mom? He looks kinda familiar." Jareth's skipped a beat at her daughter's question. How would he be familiar to her daughter? Interesting.

"No, of course you haven't met him before Lizzie. Mommy hasn't seen him since I was a girl so you couldn't have met him before."

"Are you sure?" Lizzie sounded suspicious which Sarah tried to laugh off.

"Lizzie, of course I'm sure. Now you need to go back to bed. Your dad won't be here to pick you up for a few more hours and you need your sleep." Lizzie whined a bit but obeyed.

"Alright, but you guys keep in down in here. Some of us are trying to sleep."

"Lizzie!" Sarah scolded but Jareth laughed quietly. He did love the honesty of children. After Lizzie went back to bed, Sarah returned to her seat looking sheepish.

"Sorry about that. She's a bit of an old soul sometimes."

"Perfectly fine, you know children are my specialty." Sarah gave him a sharp look so he continued. "Whatever you may think of me, Sarah, I always did my duty to improve the lot of abused and neglected children."

"You didn't just kidnap them and turn them into goblins?" She accused.

"Kidnap is such a strong word; don't you think? I cannot take that which is not offered. You know that. As for turning them into goblins...I have enough goblins. If it weren't for the wished away children that I adopt out to childless Fae couples then I doubt any Fae would bother to speak to me." Speechless, Sarah sat considering this new perspective on her childhood nemesis.

"As I was saying earlier-"

"Jareth, you must be exhausted." She interrupted.

"Pardon?" He asked in a surprised voice before quickly continuing. "Well, yes I am quite tired. Being human is very taxing."

"Look, I don't know why you're here but I'm sure whatever the emergency is can wait a few more hours until morning, correct?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

"Alright then, so the extra room is my studio but it has a really comfy couch that you can sleep on. You don't have any contacts or supplies here do you?"

"You are my only contact as such."

"Right. So we'll figure out some new clothes and everything else in the morning. We'll have our big talk after we've both gotten some sleep and recovered from the shock. Sound good?" Sarah offered a tentative smile to him which warmed Jareth's blood immediately.

"Yes, that sounds wonderful."

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The next morning arrived quicker than Sarah would have liked and she found herself rushing about helping Lizzie pack her weekend bag and dress before her father arrived to take her for the weekend. She had yet to see or hear anything from Jareth and assumed that he was still asleep.
She and her husband Eric separated six months earlier by mutual agreement and were currently working on a joint custody agreement over Elizabeth while they finalized the divorce. At least Sarah originally thought the separation was mutual until Eric seemed to change his mind and started dragging his heels about signing the paperwork.

For the time being, Eric took Lizzie every other weekend and the first full week of every month until the final agreement could be reached. A knock sounded at her door which Sarah recognized as Eric's.

"Daddy, daddy!" Lizzie ran around the apartment in her stocking feet, grabbing her bags, and yelling excitedly.

"Lizzie, hush! It's Saturday morning we don't want to wake the neighbors. And put your shoes on. Good grief!" Sarah answered the door to find her soon to be ex-husband waiting. Lizzie flew from behind her mother into her father's open arms.

"Morning! How's my sweet girl?" Eric Morton swept his daughter up into his arms giving her a bear hug.

"Great, Daddy!" Lizzie's long, dark, brown pigtail braids swung wildly as she clung to her father.

"Hey, Sarah." Eric greeted her calmer but still warmly a moment later.

"Eric. Lizzie you still need to put your shoes on."

"Ok, Mom." Eric put his daughter back down and she ran back into the apartment to finish dressing.

"How are you, Sarah?" Eric leaned in past the door jamb causing Sarah to lean away from him. She felt so stupid when she thought about Eric. She thought she could spend her life with him, love him, and be happy. She only fooled herself and him for years. Eric's baby blues gazed into her eyes as he tried that old coy look that used to make her crater years past. His long, blond hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail this morning; his flyaway bangs partially hiding his thin face.

"I'm fine Eric, as usual."

"Sarah..."

"Please don't start, especially now while you're picking up Lizzie." She let out an exasperated sigh. How many times in the last few months had they played this game.

"I just miss you. You know we can work this out." He reached out a hand to caress her face; she flinched and
pulled back quickly.

"Don't."

"Ok, Daddy. I'm ready!" Lizzie came running back to the door, shoes on but untied; her bags in hand and braids bouncing.

"Lizzie! Your shoes." Sarah avoided further advances by quickly bending down to tie Lizzie's shoes then gave her a big hug and kiss.

"I love you, Lizzie. You be a good girl for your Daddy."

"I will, I love you, too, Mom."

"See you Sunday night, Honey!"

"Bye, Mommy!" Lizzie and Sarah waved as Eric walked his daughter to the elevators. Sarah waited at her door until they were both in the elevator, then went back inside, closed the door, and stood quietly with her forehead resting against the door.

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The early morning commotion woke Jareth but he waited until Lizzie was safely away with her father before he entered the living room. Prior to that he stood in the hallway eavesdropping on Sarah and Eric's conversation; he might no longer have Fae hearing but still possessed his skills of stealth and sneakiness. He discovered that her husband was called Eric and was very much still interested in pursuing a relationship; however, Sarah was not interested and made that painfully obvious. He only heard Eric at the door but he wished to gain a glimpse of him as well. Eric would return two days hence. He would be sure to see him then.
Jareth stepped from the hallway and cleared his throat to announce his presence to Sarah. Immediately her eyes opened and she spun from the door to face him.

"Jareth!"

"You were expecting someone else?"

"No, no it's just...I...this is all so weird." She shook her head and walked to him. "Did you sleep well?"
Jareth shrugged. "As well as can be expected given the circumstances. "Actually he felt better than he expected. Still sore but his head felt clearer, it no longer hurt to think, and his senses seemed a bit sharper. Perhaps he was adjusting to his new body."

"You hungry?" At the mention of food Jareth's stomach growled and Sarah laughed. "I'll take that as a yes."
A half hour later they sat down to a simple breakfast of scrambled eyes, toast, and coffee which Sarah had prepared for them. Once both ate enough to satiate themselves the inevitable questions returned as a priority.

"So, Goblin King," Sarah dropped her fork to her plate with a clang and directed her full attention towards him. "In five words or less why are you here?"

Jareth stopped eating, carefully placed his utensil on the table, and sat up straight under her scrutiny. Five words or less to summarized the suffering and death of his kingdom? Was she in earnest? Choosing to rise to the challenge gracefully he adopted his most commanding tone and stared his beloved enemy in the eyes.

"The Labyrinth is dying, Sarah."
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