Summary: Sarah over hears two intruders planning a crime.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of LABYRINTH

Rating: T+

Pairing: Jareth/Sarah

CALLING OUT:

Jareth woke the next morning with Sarah curled beside him. Her head rested on his chest, and her short dark chocolate locks hid her face from view. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her naked at his side. Carefully, Jareth brushed her hair out of her face to find her still asleep. How had he gone so long without her? Everything that was right about her was right for him. She made him whole. "I love you, Sarah." Jareth whispered placing a kiss to the top of her head. Last night they'd made love in the most achingly tender way that healed the rift of years between them. Now she was no longer the child he'd fallen in love with. She was the woman he knew he had been waiting for all his life.

Sarah tried not to wake up, not after the dream she was lost in. She was dancing, back in the ballroom, and she was in Jareth's arms. He was guiding her, singing that song that had followed her home. All of who he'd been had haunted her dreams from the time she was fourteen. At least now when she dreamt of him, their dancing lasted forever. She didn't run away. This time Sarah stayed in his arms and rested her head on his chest. She didn't want to wake up, to shatter that image, but she knew upon waking, everything would be infinitely better. "Tell me it's not morning." Sarah slurred, clamping her eyes closed.

"Oh," Jareth chuckled lightly. "The moon is still out, and the stars are twinkling brightly." He played along, wishing fiercely that it was so; that it was still night time. As he understood it, here in this realm, the weekend was meant to be whiled away doing nothing at all. Only, Sarah had something hanging over her. There were plans to be made before she left with him. Except, he wanted nothing more than to lie with her, and hold her close. Lightly, Jareth started to hum the song he sang to her in the ballroom.

"I dreamed we were there," Sarah mumbled snuggling closer to Jareth. "We were dancing and it never stopped." She could still feel the fabric of her dress, the way it hugged her, and the feel of his hand on her waist. "I dream about it all the time, seeing you watching me…" Her eyes fluttered open. Sarah shifted to lie atop Jareth. "I know I keep saying this, but when I was finally standing in front of you, I had never seen someone so beautiful in my life. It wasn't just the way the way you were dressed. It was you."

Jareth smiled, his hands running up and down Sarah's back, the tips of his fingers feeling the subtle bumps of her spine. "I know how you feel." He whispered. "When I saw you in that dress, I thought my heart was going to stop. Who knows, it probably did and I was too enraptured to notice." Jareth chuckled.

"It didn't keep you from playing 'Cat and Mouse' with me." Sarah teased, her chin resting on top of her folded hands. She searched that room over and over looking for him while he actively taunted her with his smiles. Sarah wouldn't admit it, but she had loved every second of it. The small glimpses of him had made her heart pound in anticipation.

"Well," Jareth drew in a deep breath, "it did make you want me more." He had wanted her so desperately in that dream scape that he hadn't wanted to wake up. It about broke his heart when she broke their connection, escaping the carefully constructed ballroom he created for her.

Sarah placed her hands on the bed on either side of Jareth. She kissed the center of his chest hearing him sigh in pleasure from her touch. "It definitely made me want you more." Sarah copied his words. She changed her position, sitting astride his waist. Her hands rested on his chest while she waited to see what he would do next.

Jareth sat up, keeping as much of his body in contact with hers as he could. He wrapped his arms around her, angling his head to the side with his shoulder length blonde hair falling back away from his face. "I can't wait to take you back to the Labyrinth." He breathed out, his heart beating faster at the thought of having her in his castle. Jareth couldn't wait to start their life together.

Sarah cupped Jareth's face. "I can't wait to be back there either." It's where she knew she belonged. She had felt more at home with Hoggle, Ludo, and the others more so than she had ever been here in this world. "One more day, just one more day." Sarah threaded her fingers through Jareth's hair, nearly moaning from the feel of the silken strands against her skin. As much as she loved his shoulder length hair, Sarah loved his Goblin King visage much more.

"You can't wait for me to be looking like I used to." Jareth teased. In all honesty, he couldn't wait to look in a mirror and see himself.

"That too." Sarah replied, her words carrying her laughter. "But, I am partial to this look…" She playfully tousled his blonde locks. Jareth laughed angling his head to kiss the side of her neck. A sigh escaped her, responding to the tender way in which he held her, how he kissed her. It only made her love him more.

Jareth took Sarah beneath him, his lips taking hers to stoke the passion between them. He broke the seal of their mouths, drawing in ragged gasps. Just as before, his eyes, his attention, everything he had was only for Sarah. She moved beneath him, making it easier for him to slip his manhood back into her velvety depths. His hips were poised to move when a loud sharp knock had him freezing in place.

Sarah groaned, "No, no, no…" She moved her head from side to side. "Maybe if we ignore them they'll go away." She hoped, listening intently. The knock happened again forcing her out from under Jareth. Getting out of bed, she picked Jareth black t-shirt up and slipped it on. She went back to him, kissed him quickly, saying, "I'll get rid of them."

"Hurry back." Jareth purred. He stretched out on his back, his hands behind his head, watching her saunter down the hall away from him. Even though he wanted to wait in bed for her, he knew he wouldn't. Jareth got up and put on his black dress pants before following Sarah out to the apartment door. She stood there, frozen in place. "Sarah, what is it?"

Sarah practically floated on air while on her way to get rid of the person that dared to interrupt her morning romp with the oh so delicious Goblin King in her bed. That all went away, however, when she opened the door to find her father standing on the other side. "What are you doing here?" She backed away, her arms crossing over her chest and then looked over her shoulder to see Jareth standing there. The calm they had vanished. "Jareth, it's my father."

Jareth went to Sarah immediately, possessively he wrapped his arm around her holding her at his side. "Mr. Williams, an unexpected surprise. To what do we owe this visit?" He could be calm; he could act nonchalant about the whole thing. After all, it was he who suggested Sarah go and talk to the man.

"My daughter showed up on my door yesterday without so much as a heads up," Mr. Williams said. "I thought I would do the same." He didn't know why he was here honestly. Hearing that Sarah was leaving the country shouldn't have fazed him a bit. And yet, here he was, standing outside the door of an apartment that used to belong to his wife.

"So, you're here." Sarah bit out. "What do you want?" She had a right to be irritated with him after the debacle of yesterday's meeting. Her intention had been to make some sort of repair to the rift between them, but there was too much damage. Even though it hurt, she knew nothing would change between them.

"May I come in?" Mr. Williams asked. He didn't want to be standing on the steps talking with his daughter and her gentleman.

Sarah looked up at Jareth and nodded slightly. Her King took his arm from around her waist, backing away to allow her to move, but she wouldn't move far. "Sure." She motioned for her father to come in.

Jareth leaned against the wall, his arms crossing over his chest. He adopted a stance that conveyed to Sarah's father that the man shouldn't linger too long. It would be in his interest to remain silent seeing as this was not a matter for which he should interfere in. He made sure to keep his gaze on Sarah, searching her for any sign that she needed him or his touch.

"Why are you here again?" Sarah asked, hoping to prompt her father into replying rather than having her stand around watching him as he looked around her loft. But she knew why he was silent. This place used to belong to Karen, it was where they met when he worked in the city. It probably irritated him that she was the one living there.

"I came to ask why you showed up yesterday after so many years." Mr. Williams replied fixing his gaze on Sarah while being very away of the blond man standing just out of reach.

"I told you." Sarah said. "There's some new job opportunities for me outside of the United States, and I've taken one. Jareth and I are leaving soon once we have the travel arrangements made." Most of that was an outright lie, except the part about her leaving with Jareth. She was going to a place that had felt more like home to her than her actual one had. And she would be living with a man she adored.

"Did he talk you into this?" Mr. Williams eyed the man watching his daughter.

Sarah scoffed, "Oh, wow! Now you care?" She threw up her hands in annoyance.

"You are my daughter, of course I care!" Mr. Williams defended.

"Please!" Sarah shot back, her tone full of disdain. "I was never the child you wanted. That was Toby. I was never good enough for you. That's why it was so easy for you to blame me for the accident that killed Karen. You probably would have been happier if I'd been the one to die instead of her. Then you could have the perfect little family you wanted." She hadn't meant to say all of that. In her darkest days, Sarah had prayed to switch places with Karen.

"Sarah…" Mr. Williams wanted to reach out to her, actually had his hand stretched out towards her, but a warning glance from Jareth had him pulling back. "How can you think that about me?" He asked gently.

"Because," Sarah leveled her gaze with her father, tears filling her eyes, "You reinforced it every day of my final year at home with your silence, your barely veiled anger towards me, and you talking to Karen's parents. I heard you on the phone with them. You blamed me, they blamed me." That night she picked up the phone to hear her father's angry voice on the line with Karen's father saying that it had been my selfish need to go to the mall for a day of shopping that had taken Karen out of the house and into the rain. In fact, it had been Karen who had suggested the day out. She wanted to get out of the house, and Sarah wanted to spend time with her. In that moment Sarah made up her mind to pack only what she needed, liberate money she had stashed in various hiding places in her room, and leave early in the morning. She didn't need to be in a house where her remaining parent blamed her for an accident.

Mr. Williams stumbled back towards the door. He remembered the night in question, because the following morning his daughter was gone without a note. It had filled him relief, and he was ashamed to admit it. He had been relieved when Sarah never came back. "After you left last night, I went into your room to sit on your bed thinking about when you were a little girl. You were always in a world of your own. I was wrong to blame you Sarah."

"It still didn't stop you." Sarah replied. She wouldn't give him the forgiveness he was seeking from her. Not now.

"No, it didn't." Mr. Williams nodded. It was then he remembered that he brought a bag with him. It was a few of Sarah's precious memento's he thought she'd like to have back. "I brought some stuff for you. I figured you might want them when you leave for your new life." He went to retrieve the bag from where he'd set it down, but it wasn't Sarah that accepted it from him; It was the blond man with the bi-colored eyes.

"Thank you." Jareth whispered. "You should be on your way. Wouldn't want to leave Toby all by his lonesome for too long."

"Where are you taking her?" Mr. Williams asked backing out the still open door.

"Somewhere she'll be happy and where she'll be with me." Jareth answered and closed the door. Turning to Sarah, he offered her the bag. "As mornings go, this hasn't been too bad."

Sarah looked at Jareth, fighting the urge to laugh at him. He alone could think this wasn't bad, but she'd said things she had sworn never to say out loud. That alone kept her humor locked down. "I said things…"

"You were angry," Jareth set the bag aside. He brought his left hand up to cup her face. "Anger reveals truth. It was what he needed to hear."

"But I shouldn't have said it." Sarah shook her head closing the distance between them where she rested her forehead on his chest.

"And yet, you still did." Jareth pointed out. "Maybe now, some of those wounds you're carrying around can begin to heal. Voicing tightly concealed truths often do that."

"How are you so sure about that?" Sarah asked, a small smile curving her lips.

"I've lived a long life," Jareth answered kissing her forehead. He brought his arms around her holding her for as long as she needed. They were so close to having the life they wanted together, but he couldn't shake this feeling of dread that settled inside him. Danger was coming Sarah's way, and he didn't know if he would be there to save her.

A little while later, Sarah sat on the couch pawing through the duffle her father had brought her. She'd found Lancelot, her prized stuff bear that had been a gift from her mother; the bear she'd given to Toby after returning from the Labyrinth. He picked out a few of the t-shirts that she and Karen had bought when they'd gone to various concerts. Sarah smiled at each one, remembering the great time she had with her step mother. At the very bottom of the bag was her little red book that she loved more than anything. It was where she first met Jareth written on its pages. "I can't believe he kept any of this." Sarah said stroking the front cover of her book.

"Perhaps he held out hope that there would be a reconciliation between the two of you." Jareth mused, sitting next to her on the couch while he watched her as she unpacked the treasures.

"Yeah, I don't think that was it." Sarah shook her head, holding on to the book with both hands. "I am glad though, that he brought these things here. Especially the book." She smiled and rubbed her thumbs over the cover.

Jareth marveled at the tender way she touched the book that brought them together. He could imagine her reading this book to a child of their own; her voice filled with love as she spoke each word. They were so close to having their life together, to leaving all this behind. Jareth never wanted anything so much in his whole life. "Whatever you don't bring with you, I can have the Goblins return to fetch later." He said drawing her gaze.

"I haven't even thought about that." Sarah shook her head. Then she took a good look around her apartment. What should she take with her? Clothes, that was a given. The satchel her father brought, definitely. But what else? She wasn't even sure what else she wanted from this world. Today might be the day to take a look around and pack a few keep sakes.

"You have time." Jareth reminded leaning in to kiss her temple.

"Not that much." Sarah reminded. Tomorrow was Monday. Tomorrow she was going to quit her job and leave this world behind with Jareth. She was almost eager for the new day to dawn. Blowing out a small puff of air, she curled up, resting her head in Jareth's lap. "I can't wait for tomorrow."

Jareth smiled as he stroked her shoulder length dark chocolate hair. "Neither can I." He responded feeling eager to take her away, to finally be able to love her the way he had wanted to for so long. "You won't believe how the Labyrinth has changed." Jareth said idly.

"Oh yeah," Sarah angled her head so she was looking up at him. Jareth lovingly stroked her cheek. When she was there, the outer walls were crumbling, cobwebs were everywhere, and so much debris clogged the passages.

"Yes," Jareth nodded. "The last ten years have been kind to those twists and turns. When last you ran through the hedge maze, it was lush and green, but now there are flowers blooming. Life had taken hold of my kingdom. You wouldn't even recognize Goblin City, or the castle. My Labyrinth has worked to improve itself for you, anticipating your return." Tenderly he ran his thumb over her lips, adoring the way she would kiss the pad with each pass he made.

"Then I get to see it again, as if it were the first time," Sarah closed her eyes. Her time within the walls had been short, but it was burned into her memory as if she'd been a resident there for years. Her eagerness grew exponentially at the thought of all that had changed.

MONDAY MORNING:

Morning found Sarah awake and dressed while Jareth was still blissfully asleep. She wanted to head into the law firm, quit, and tell her boss about the break in on her own. There was no need to wake Jareth for that, not when the sky was still dark outside. Besides, she needed to walk alone, take in one last lingering tour of the city before she left it behind forever. Hailing a cab, Sarah rattled off her work address, and then sat back with a barely restrained smile on her lips.

"Your smile is infectious, miss."

Sarah looked at the cabbie when he spoke. "Oh, thank you."

"Something good must've happened to make a pretty girl like you smile in such a way."

"It did." Sarah sighed. "I'm leaving the city today to be with the man I love so we can start our life together." The cabbie didn't reply. He nodded giving her his own knowing smile in return. She was leaving today after this last bit of business.

LAW FIRM:

STURGIS, WORTHINGTON, AND MYERS

Almost on autopilot, Sarah showed her badge to the security guard before headed towards the main bank of elevators that had just been unlocked for other early arrivals. She hit the button for the seventh floor. The moment the light lit up for the fifth floor, Sarah was hit with this sense of danger. The elevator car was empty, and she knew the only person to be in the office at this time of the morning would be her boss. She shook her head, hoping to banish this feeling.

Sarah was fiddling with the ring on her left finger when the doors opened on her floor. The lights in the office were on, and the door was propped open. Funny, Mr. Worthington didn't usually do that. Shortening her stride, she entered carefully, and it was then her sense of impending danger made sense.

Sarah stood looking at the two men who had guns trained on her. She had managed to dodge them all weekend, and now that she was finally able to make her boss aware of what was happening, they were already here. So was her employer. Now she realized how foolish she'd been. The man who paid her, he was also paying to have his office burglarized.

"You made a mistake little girl."

Sarah glared at the blonde man standing to the left of her boss, Mr. Worthington. "I don't think I have." She took a step back.

"Don't move, Sarah." Allan urged. The last thing he wanted was for her to get harmed, but he couldn't see any other way around it.

"All I have to do it make one wish, and I'll be gone." Sarah said quietly. Jareth had promised her he would take her away. All she had to do was wish it. Even now the words were waiting on her tongue.

"A wish? What is this? Neverland?" The brunette man rolled his eyes.

"There was once a young girl who caught the eye of the Goblin King. He fell in love with her and gave her certain powers." Sarah recited words that had long since been buried in her mind. Last time it had been Toby. She hadn't meant it and had fought hard to get him back. "I wish the goblins would take me away…. right now."

There was flurry of motion, lights flickering, and the sense of being moved from one place to another. Sarah had her eyes closed, almost afraid to open them in case it had all been an elaborate dream after all.

"Sarah."

Sarah opened her eyes and there he was, standing on the same hill, his wild blond hair blowing in the light breeze. Jareth wore his grey boots, grey breeches, the dark leather jacket, and the cape of midnight blue. "Jareth," she breathed out his name. This was the man she loved, the man she had wanted for so long; her King. She ran to him, throwing herself into his arms; holding him as tightly as she could.

"It's ok," Jareth soothed, holding her just as tightly as she held him. "I've got you, baby." As much as he may have wanted to close his eyes, to savor her in his arms, he glared at the three men just on the other side of the veil. Pulling back from Sarah, he gripped her shoulders. "You shouldn't have left me behind."

"You were sleeping, and I didn't want to wake you." Sarah replied looking down at the sand beneath their feet. "I thought I would be back."

Jareth brought his hands up to cup her face, resting his forehead to hers. "The moment I heard your wish, I knew you were in danger, and my heart stopped." He'd been terrified for far too many seconds; they felt like a life time.

"I'm sorry…" Sarah whispered. She took a slow, deep breath to calm down. It had worked, she was home.

Pulling back from her, Jareth brought her in against his side, as he gave his attention back to the men. "What should we do with them? I should punish them by making them run the Labyrinth."

"Don't…" Sarah shook her head. "They're not worth it, Jareth." He looked at her, she could see the power in his bi-colored eyes. She could see his desire for revenge for daring to even attempt to harm her. "Take me to the castle beyond the Goblin City."

EPILOGUE:

TEN MONTHS LATER

Jareth stood on the balcony cradling his newborn daughter in his arms. Three days ago the Labyrinth saw the arrival of Charlotte Karen Williams, a name Sarah insisted upon, and Jareth was all too eager to agree to. "This is your home, little one." Jareth began to gently rock back and forth when he felt his daughter stirring. He wanted to keep her sleeping just a little while longer, for Sarah's sake. The sun had just begun to rise over his kingdom, goblins were puttering about in the courtyard below. Before Sarah, this place had been just a kingdom, but now it was a home. Jareth was content, more so than he'd ever been.

In bed, the chamber comfortably dark, Sarah opened her eyes. She searched for her beloved husband, only to find him standing in his usual place on the balcony. He was gazing out on the horizon while swaying back and forth; Charlotte in his arms. This was her family, her home, and her life. Ten months of bliss, of pure unadulterated happiness that she didn't know how she did without it for so long.

Sensing that he was being watched, Jareth turned to smile at Sarah. In a measured stride, he abandoned the balcony to go to her. He sat down gracefully at her side while continuing to hold a soundly sleeping Charlotte. "I wanted you to sleep for a while longer." Jareth said lightly.

"Charlotte will be crying in a matter of minutes." Sarah rested her hand on his knee.

"That, my dear, is where you're wrong." Jareth teased. "She woke at dawn, crying out to be held. We watched the sun come up and I sang to her for a little while."

"Stealing some father/daughter time, huh?" Sarah settled back into the mound of pillows.

"You better believe it." Jareth placed a lightly kiss to his daughter's brow. "I'm already wrapped around her little finger."

"Just as it should be." Sarah rubbed at her eyes.

"You should get some more rest." Jareth urged.

"I'm up." Sarah shook her head. "I don't want to miss a minute of her, of you and her," She reached out, her hand resting on his arm. "I love you more now than I did a minute ago." Tears welled up in her eyes at the sight of Jareth and their daughter. She was thankful every day for the last ten months that she called out to Jareth.

THE END

A/N: Thank you for reading my Labyrinth tale. I've chosen to end things here on a happy note. Enjoy! And thank you again!