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AC III Valentine Evenings	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 1702 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, don't make any money, this is a work of fanfiction.

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CHAPTER 1 - Worth Beyond Measure

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Finally he could breathe easy knowing she loved him in return, and that knowledge brought a sly, creeping smile to Jareth's face reflected in his vanity mirror. Ah, yes, it had taken a bit of wily tactics on his part to pry the admission from Sarah...

"Is that what we're calling it now?" Jareth's inner voice admonished him, invoking visions of leather restraints and one mightily pissed off Labyrinth Champion.

"I see you've returned.  And here I'd thought you'd gone I deserted me," Jareth responded with a great deal of dry sarcasm, rolling his eyes at himself in the mirror.

"Not a chance, too much treasure to mine in your subconscience for me to tarry anywhere else."

"I'm flattered. Isn't there anything else you could be doing, perhaps somewhere else?"

"What, and miss all the fun of taunting you? I think not. So she loves you...well, that's no surprise you are a gorgeous piece of immortal flesh."

"Is there a point to your rambling?" Jareth growled, eager to return to thoughts of Sarah, preferably naked Sarah moaning his name in ecstasy, begging for physical release, and well... Just plain begging would work as long as she remained naked in said fantasy.

"Actually, yes, now that you've been back in her good graces for nearly forty-eight hours, have you given any thought to what you're going to do for her for Valentine's Day?"his inner voice smugly asked.

Jareth's mind blanked at the insanely simplistic and infuriatingly painful question. "What...?"

"Well, I see the holiday, which has been ridiculously commercialized by the modern era, has taken you by surprise. I would think you'd be quite aware of its timing by now since you've exploited it since the Middle Ages."

He slapped the counter. "I'll have you know I've always been a gentleman during all my romantic affairs!"

"Yes, yes, even so, it doesn't address my original question. What are you going to do about THIS Valentine's Day, old boy?"

Jareth scrubbed his face with his hands adding a frustrated sigh. "Bloody hell."

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The teleportation from his castle to Sarah's apartment was instantaneous as soon as Jareth decided on the trip back. The conversation initiated by his annoying shadow voice invoked certain thoughts within Jareth, and he felt the sudden urge to see Sarah even though he'd left her side only that morning.

After their weekend together spent making up and establishing new boundaries for their relationship—ah, relationship ... the word bounced around his chest turning his heart into a helium balloon—the memories put a giddy smile on his lips. Funny how love could turn his immortal, stone heart to putty.  In all his centuries, in this realm or his own, he'd never been in love.  Hell, before now he believed he could never experience real love, and the surprise, the blinding shock of falling in love with Sarah after so long of not knowing its touch still made his toes tingle and his heart ache.

Sarah Williams was a fortunate lady, the one and only Champion of his Labyrinth, the game he'd created so long ago to assuage his substantial boredom of being the only one of his kind.

He'd searched both realms for some sign of a similar creature of magic of his kind for centuries until he'd eventually given up.  Resigned to his solitary fate, he found limited solace by interaction with mortals. Until her. Until Sarah, who so easily and rapidly tossed his world on its axis forcing him to reevaluate all that he thought he knew, and for a being centuries upon centuries old, that was quite a bit.

Before arriving in her living room, Jareth had primped and preened his appearance to its utmost wanting to look his best because his delay couldn't possibly be related to nerves, she loved him after all... What did have to be nervous about? She-Loved-Him. Simple really, and wonderful and beautiful and frightening and...

Where the devil was she? Jareth paced the living room in his black leather breeches and boots until his path brought him to her kitchen, then bedroom and all the attached rooms between.

"Sarah?" he called out already knowing there'd be no answer as his love's home was deserted. Which was strange as time was passed that she should be home from her place of business, long passed, and he located no missive indicating her whereabouts.  Perhaps they required her late attendance. But she hadn't contact him as his arrival was unexpected.

Jareth grimaced at his new promise to not stalk her every evening. A most annoying promise to be sure, but he supposed he could understand her need for a modicum of personal time but—blast the woman—he'd experienced more than enough personal time himself and wished to spend as much time with her.  Why could she not understand this?

"Sarah?" he called again more out of habit than any real hope for a response.

Jareth conjured a crystal with a quick twist of his wrist.  He just to be sure of her whereabouts ... really that's all he told himself. The crystal displayed Sarah's desk which was neatly organized, but empty of her presence.

"Hmmm, where are you, my dear?" he asked aloud absentmindedly as the crystal's view widened and expanded to include the immediate area around Sarah's desk, then the entire office and eventually all the small attached areas of the office. Still no Sarah...

Jareth noticed a few other workers illuminated in the evening light, but not his beautiful lady and a thrill of anxiety shot down his back. Where could she be? Surely nothing untoward happened to her?

"Bloody hell! Show me Sarah!" Jareth demanded of the crystal as his fear bested him. The thought of his Sarah hurt somewhere, needing him but unable to call twisted his heart and stomach unlike anything he'd ever known. The sphere obeyed, and rapid-fire images swirling inside until a single image coalesced and clarified, showing an image that froze Jareth's undying heart.

"No...Sarah..." Jareth clenched the crystal, shattering it in his gloved fist. Glittering dust and shards filtered between his fingers, landing on Sarah's beige carpet. "Sarah...why?" he said in a pained voice as his knees weakened, and he collapsed to the floor, kneeling with his head bowed.

His Sarah ... had lied to him?

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The after work dinner and drinks perfectly complimented the rest of her day; in fact it was the perfect end to a perfect weekend thought Sarah. Her surf and turf meal was cooked to perfection, and the wine was a perfect vintage. Even her dinner companion and the atmosphere this evening—a perfect match.

The only thing that could possibly make this dinner more perfect was Jareth, but that's impossible, she reminded herself for the umpteenth time.  This was necessary if she wanted to complete her future plans. A little wine and dine with Bradley, and all would be perfectly perfect! After all, Valentine's Day was this weekend, and Bradley was essential if she wanted to get what she wanted.

"How's the lobster, Sarah?" Bradley asked.

Sarah pullied her thoughts away from other, more enjoyable fantasies. "Oh, perfect, thanks. Yours?"

"Wonderful.  Look ,Sarah, I really appreciate you going out with me last minute like this. I know how busy you are." Bradley smiled his puppy dog smile, and Sarah's heart defrosted as she met his gaze.

"It's no problem, really. Thanks for a lovely dinner, Bradley."

"Call me, Brad." He insisted gently.

"Brad," Sarah repeated with a shy grin.

"Anyhow, I just want you to know how much I'm enjoying your company tonight."

"Thank you. I'm enjoying yours as well. I must say I don't understand what Belinda was thinking breaking up with you," she said, then touched his forearm lightly which made him blush.

"That's what I've been saying. I think she was just scared," he said, his brown eyes soulful.

"Maybe. I can understand scared."

"But you're so strong, Sarah."

"Not in everything. I get scared in relationships, too."

"You're talking about your boyfriend, Jareth," Bradley stated and leaned closer as she leaned in too.

"Well...yeah Jareth, he's amazing, but also so overwhelming sometimes." Her lower lip slipped inside her mouth, and she bit it anxiously. God, if Jareth saw her now what would he think? "I just want to ... I don't know ... sometimes I don't think I'll be enough for him. He'll tire of me and then where will I be?"

"I don't see how any man could tire of you," he said earnestly.

"That's sweet. But you wanted to know why. Well, that's why I wanted to ask this favor of you."

"I get it. I really do." Bradley glanced over his shoulder, and Sarah watched him checked the front entrance with a look of expectation, then returned his smile when he looked back at her with a bright smile. "Who knows, Sarah; maybe this will work out perfectly for both of us," he said as he leaned in to kiss her chastely on her cheek which she accepted graciously, if not wholeheartedly.

"I certainly hope so," dhe said through her plastered smile.
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