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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...Sarah...open this door!� Jareth had been knocking on her bedroom door for about ten minutes. After she had fled the living room leaving him with an obscene gesture to consider; Jareth had pulled his pants from his lower legs, readjusted his boots, and remained sitting on the floor for a bit to allow his brain to catch up to his body.

He felt as though a source of wild, untamed magic had just burned through him leaving him an emotional and mental cinder. Considering this he could only imagine how Sarah must be feeling seeing as she had no experience with magic wielding. And what had he said to her afterwards? Jareth pinched the bridge his nose and rested his forehead against her door. His brains felt scrambled; his thoughts jumbled. Whatever he said; however he said it, she obvious hadn�t taken it well.

�Sarah...we need to talk. Either you open this door or I�ll open it!� He said through the wood. He could hear her muffled voice answer and she didn�t sound happy.

�Go away, Jareth!�

�I will not go away. You will open this door!� His innate regal nature asserted itself and he slapped the door causing it to rattle.

�Fuck you, Goblin King!� She sounded hoarse and Jareth could hear her intermittent sobs. Gods Below what was wrong with her? Did she regret being with him? A sharp knife twisted in his gut at the thought. Had he alienated her so quickly? Perhaps he�d misread her in his anger and lust and she had felt...forced.

�Oh, Gods...�Jareth thought. What he viewed as consensual rough sex did she see as rape? He had to get to her. He needed to explain things, to talk her, anything to correct this. He started knocking harder.

�Jareth, I�m warning you! Don�t you dare come in here!� Sarah sounded nearly hysterical.

�Sorry, Precious! You can�t keep me away; not this time!� Leading with a bare shoulder, he slammed his full weight into the locked door several times with increasing force until it popped open with a splintering crunch from the lock and jamb. He stood surprised in Sarah�s doorway for a few seconds regaining his balance and locating her position.

She lay sprawled prone on her bed haphazardly tangled in a blue, oriental silk robe and her bed sheets. At his abrupt entrance her head bolted upright and he saw fresh tear tracks on her face with an expression of horror framing them. At first all he noticed was Sarah; her misery twisting the knife in his gut again.

�What the hell is wrong with you?� She shrieked. �Which part of �Don�t you dare come in here!� don�t you understand?� Jareth opened his mouth to snap out a sharp response, than he noticed the rest of the room. Dozens and dozens of paintings and drawings and various other types of artwork covering every inch of wall and horizontal space; she watched him as he noticed. She did nothing at first. Jareth had not paid any attention to any artwork in her studio last night since most pieces were either covered or incomplete and neither of them had bother to turn the lights on before he collapsed on the couch.

Jareth had no words to express what he felt at that exact moment. Every picture, every piece of artwork as far as he could tell was of the Labyrinth, the Underground, and its residents. Cautiously, he entered and approached the nearest wall to examine the images more closely; Sarah momentarily forgotten. The first painting was a small oil of the hedge maze. The detail was exquisite; so realistic he thought he might walk directly from her bedroom into the hedges. He saw a faint, blurry, masculine, figure walking in the distance of the maze which pulled at his memory. He wished dearly for his Fae sight at that moment because he sensed something extraordinary about the painting, about all her artwork. As Jareth reached out to touch it, Sarah finally reacted by racing to him and grabbed his arm to prevent him touching it.

�Don�t touch anything!� She spat at him and spun him away from the wall. Jareth looked down at her and saw such pain that his own was temporarily set aside. Everything he thought he knew about Sarah flipped on its axis as he watched various emotions play over her face.

�Sarah...why?�

�I...I don�t want you to damage it.� She stammered. He raised his hand to her face slowly, giving her enough time to move away if she chose to do so. She remained still and his hand gently caressed her, his thumb wiping away her tears.

�That�s not what I meant. Why all the images of my world? I thought you had forgotten the Labyrinth.� He stroked her skin. �I thought you had forgotten me.� He dipped his head a bit closer to her and whispered.

�Tell me, Precious. Why?�

�I...I...I can�t help it.� Sarah mumbled and hung her head in shame as her tears continued. Stunned and confused, Jareth couldn�t understand why she would be ashamed of a brilliant talent and especially why she would be ashamed of capturing his world in such gorgeous detail. Perhaps she was ashamed of his Labyrinth? Ashamed of him?

�Sarah, do you regret your time in my Labyrinth?� He asked between clenched teeth. His question brought her head up sharply.

�What? No, of course not! I�ve never regretted anything about the Labyrinth. Well, except that I was so selfish to wish Toby away in the first place but the Labyrinth, never!� She exclaimed. He framed her face in his hands and held her close.

�Then why? Why would you act so ashamed?� His face was so earnest and his expression so sincere that Sarah felt herself soften towards him. Perhaps he could understand, would understand better than anyone else. Jareth was arrogant, vain, and frustrating but he was also strong, intelligent, and passionate; more passionate then anyone she�d ever known. How she knew that about him after two encounters, each lasting less than twenty hours she had no idea. She just knew that she knew, like being hungry, or tired. Most things relating to Jareth seemed to be based on her gut she realized.

And it was his Labyrinth, after all. If anyone would understand it would be Jareth. Maybe she should just tell him everything and see what happened. She was so tired of hiding herself. Tired of being frustrated, tired of being celebrated for something that no one really believed in; it would be wonderful for someone to have faith in her again. Wonderful to be accepted for herself assuming he would accept her. Was it worth the risk? Was it worth it not to risk? Could she try again?

�Jareth, after I returned home from the Labyrinth a lot of things changed for me.� Sarah started in a soft voice. First in a long time, Jareth remained still and quiet giving solid encouragement. He moved his hands to her shoulders and gently massaged her muscles as she spoke. Her explanation was obviously difficult for her and he tried to give her any relief.

�Go on.� He said softly and she sighed.

�I started...Seeing and hearing things and felt disconnected and overwhelmed all the time. I had difficulty sleeping and after several weeks when my dad and step mom noticed that I was acting different I finally admitted what was happening. I told them about the Labyrinth and what I had done. They never really believed me. At first they just thought it was stress and my imagination. I had been taking some heavy college prep classes and my mom had done her usual routine and ditched my birthday so they weren�t overly concerned.� Sarah continued speaking, her voice gaining strength as Jareth seemed to take her seriously.

�I asked Hoggle, Didymus, and Ludo about it hoping they might know something. I thought since everything started after I ran the Labyrinth that maybe they�d have an idea. But they didn�t. I kept talking to them as often as I could for several months but then I wasn�t able to anymore.�
Jareth cocked his head to one side quite curious at this development. �Why? What happened?�

�Oh, Jareth! It was awful!� She collapsed onto chest sobbing and he instantly wrapped his arms around her.

�I kept hearing things! So many voices and sounds in my head...Images of the Underground overlapping my world everywhere I looked! It never stopped! Every day and every night! Many of them were normal and pleasant but over time they become twisted and damaged. �

�I saw the Labyrinth destroyed; creatures suffering and I felt their pain. I couldn�t go to school. I couldn�t even sleep most nights. For months, going into years! Dad and Karen took me to different doctors and they put me different medications and treatments until one psychiatrist finally diagnosed me as a Paranoid Schizophrenic. He said I was delusional and suffering from aural and visual hallucinations. He said I was in crisis and needed to be committed to a psychiatric hospital until I stabilized. Dad and Karen didn�t know what else to do so they signed the papers and since I was a minor I didn�t have any choice.�

�I was heavily dosed with so many meds before and during the hospital stay I was practically a zombie. Thorazine, Haldol, the list is long and none of them worked. Unless I was drugged unconscious I would still experience all the symptoms plus massive sleep deprivation made it worse. At one point I got so bad they convinced my dad to allow them use shock therapy on me.�

�Shock therapy?�Jareth questioned.

�They strap you down, paralyze, and anesthetize you with more drugs then run electricity through your brain. The drugs are supposed to make you not remember or feel anything but I always did. I stayed in that damn hospital for years, until I was twenty-one.� She explained in a cold voice.

He was aghast. He�d experimented with electricity when the modern mortal world first discovered it and one accidental large shock was enough to keep him clear of it for centuries. His Sarah, his Precious had endured such torture for years likely due to her unintentional drain on the Labyrinth�s magic. As a mortal she had no natural physical capacity or training for controlling the power of the Labyrinth. For twenty years it had burned inside of her without an appropriate outlet or control. Jareth wavered between heart stopping fear and stunned amazement that she still lived and was mentally intact.

She must have discovered some method of control to avoid complete burnout. Her willpower really was as strong as his. A part of Jareth grew prideful at her unrealized accomplishment; that was the Sarah he knew.
�Sarah, why did you never call to me? I could have given you aid; freed you from this world, from that burden.� He pleaded earnestly, all manner of anger left behind. She raised her face from his chest, her green eyes blazed into his mismatched ones with an old pain.

�I did! I called you so many times! In my heart, my mind, my voice, every way I could think of. I even tried wishing myself away but you never came! You never came for me! Why didn�t you save me? Do you hate so much?� Her voice became shrill as she revealed his betrayal of her; his betrayal almost twenty years old.
Beyond shocked, he stood staring into her accusing eyes unable to give her an answer. How was this possible? How could he not have heard her pleas? Jareth had no answer to her question. What could he say to her? He had unknowingly betrayed her and she was right to deny him. All those years of his pain which he blamed solely on her while she pleaded for his aid without answer. What could he say?

Sarah pulled away from him and sat on the edge of her bed. God, she was so tired. Riding the emotional rollercoaster invited a migraine and the pain skipped around the corners of her brain. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees and faced the floor. She had no more words for him at the moment since he had no answer for her.

Jareth approached Sarah and knelt before her. His bare chest rising and falling in rapid succession as his breaths became shallow. He knew he had to ask for her forgiveness even though he had no idea why things happened the way they had and he had not chosen to cast her away.

�Sarah...Sarah, please look at me.� She reluctantly looked up and both had expressions of exhaustion and defeat. �I swear to you by all that is sacred in the Labyrinth and the Underground that I never heard you. I watched you in my crystals for many months at first and then demanded reports from your friends for a time when possible but never once did I sense the pull of magic that would have alerted me to your call.� He grasped her hands in his and kissed them both with fervor. �I would have rescued you at one word, flown to your side with a single breath if I had but known your wishes. � He looked into her eyes; his own bright with bittersweet tears for his Sarah had called him years ago! She had wanted him but he had not heard her! What could have interfered?

�Precious, I will always be here for you, until the world falls down!� At his declaration Sarah cried out and threw her arms around his neck while Jareth pulled her into his embrace and she ended up on his lap while they sat on the floor, both sobbing in bittersweet joy.
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