DISCLAIMER: I don't own Labyrinth or any of the characters associated with the film. They are the property of the Jim Henson Company. I do, however, own all other characters.

AN: So this is the end, for those of you who need a little time to say goodbye. ;) Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed this story, I wouldn't have kept going if it weren't for you. I hope you've all enjoyed the ride, and keep in mind that this story is far from over… Hee hee. Lots of love, o-y-p-t. –hugs and kisses-

Jareth stood in front of the mirror, taking in his reflection. The mirror showed a man, a human man, dressed in a tuxedo. He sighed and shook his head; it was hard to believe that five years had past since he had made his decision. It was amazing to think that everything had come down to this. Just last week he'd had his thesis defence, and it was only a matter of paperwork until he could add the title Doctor to the front of his name.

He smiled at his reflection. He was happy. He turned his gaze to the window. It was such a perfect day, nothing could go wrong. It would be the best day of his life. Other men would be suffering from a headache right now; sweaty palms, upset stomach, cold feet. Not Jareth. He'd been waiting his entire existence for this day.

The door creaked open behind him, and young blonde boy practically fell into the room. Jareth turned smiling, and shaking his head at the boy. The boy blushed at his own klutziness.

"Toby," Jareth said warmly, lifting him from his awkward position easily. Toby frowned, but his face brightened quickly.

"Sarah told me to report to you!" Toby announced this as though it were a mission that he had successfully completed.

"She told me to tell you what she looks like," he laughed manically. Oh, to be young and mad again.

"Oh?" Jareth said, raising an eyebrow. "I thought I wasn't supposed to see her."

"Well, you didn't," Toby said importantly. "I did."

Jareth smiled at the boy.

"She's real pretty today," Toby finally said.

"I can imagine," Jareth replied.

The door creaked open once more, and Ed sidled in.

"They're ready for you now," he said quietly, smiling.

Jareth inhaled deeply, finally hearing the soft cry of the cello's song. The three of them left the room, Jareth leading the way. As Jareth looked around the park, he smiled in reminiscence. Perfect. He took his place beside a very familiar stone monument and waited. A smile crept onto his face when a young girl came down the aisle in a brilliant cerulean dress. She looked exactly like her father, who was smiling brightly on Jareth's right hand side. The girl was followed by Maria, also entrancing, dressed in a blue gown.

Jareth's smile became permanent as he watched the vision in white approaching, over her favourite bridge. Oh, how perfect she was. How serene her face was, how smooth she looked, like a flawless goddess. His smile grew wider as she came closer. He could see the fire in her green eyes; the fire that caused him to give up eternity. He knew, as he took her hands in his that beneath this flawless exterior was the harpy that his heart belonged to. She smiled softly, as though she knew exactly what he was thinking. She probably did. Damn harpy.

The ceremony flew by, and Jareth was lost in pools of emerald: mumbling the vows he'd already taken in his heart, vaguely listening, waiting for that one last line. Ah, there it was: you may kiss the bride. And, he did. Softly, lightly, teasingly, lovingly – just to give a promise of what the night would hold for them. But, for now, they had to celebrate with their loved ones.

The night sped on at a rapid pace. Jareth was constantly being denied his wife with claims of 'you have the rest of your life' or, 'soon you'll be tired of each other' followed by hideous laughter. As though that concept was particularly funny on anyone's wedding day. Frustrated and tired of watching Sarah from across the room, he ventured out of the tent.

The summer night air was fresh against his skin; he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. The day really had been perfect, but he was growing weary of the party. Opening his eyes, he surveyed the park. Of course this would be the only place that they could have had their wedding. It was where it all began, after all. Jareth smiled at the remembrance of Sarah at fifteen. She'd caught him then with her spirited recitations of the words. She was on fire, even at that age. On fire. God, he loved her.

Suddenly, he breathed in a familiar scent; one he'd not inhaled in over five years. He turned warily to discover a soft white glow emanating from the forest. He was drawn to it, he was commanded to it. Jareth moved to it slowly, deliberately, as though in a trance. He could see her platinum hair, ethereal and perfect, brushing the leaves. He smiled slightly. He didn't even see Sarah coming out of the tent to find him.

Sarah watched Jareth head to the forest. She could see the glow coming from the forest and her heart filled with dread. Not now, not after she'd finally insured happiness in life. She ran after Jareth, tears filling her eyes. How could she? How? After five years? How cruel.

"Jareth," she tried to call, but she found that she had lost her voice.

She was so close to the forest now. She tripped at the entrance, her pristine dress of white marred by a long green stain. But, what was that to her? What was a stupid dress if she were to lose Jareth? Finally, he stopped and she ran full on into his back, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly. If he was going, she was going with him. Sarah glared at the High Queen, who only looked upon the pair in idle amusement.

"Jareth," she said, her voice like tingling bells in Sarah's ears. "I see that you're lost upon me now."

She looked kindly on Sarah, who still stared at her as though she was a dangerous predator out to destroy them.

"But, you always were, after all."

Jareth said nothing. He was glad that she no longer looked upon him with sadness.

"Sarah," he whispered, gripping one of her hands lightly, willing her to release him from her vice-like grip.

Sarah stared up with him with that fear of hers. As though he would disappear at any second. He didn't understand why she refused to comprehend that he couldn't go back. Even worse, didn't she see, today of all days, that he didn't want to go? He ran a hand down the side of her perfect face, and her expression became slightly less fearful. She was still overly cautious about the High Queen's presence. Sarah came around and stood next to Jareth, gripping his hand tightly.

The High Queen approached her, and delicately brushed her hand down the front of Sarah's dress, removing the grass stain. Sarah looked down, confused.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice still drenched in caution.

The High Queen smiled at her and drew a hand along the side of her face. The feeling was euphoric to Sarah. She backed away, untrusting.

"Sweet child," the High Queen said, regretfully. "I was so wrong about you."

Sarah frowned. She had no idea what the High Queen was talking about. The High Queen turned her attention back to Jareth.

"I wanted to give you a wedding gift," she started, the tinkling bells tickling Sarah's ears so gently. "But, as you know I can't give one to you."

Sarah looked from Jareth to the High Queen. Why not? Was it against Faerie law to give humans presents? Jareth nodded in response. The High Queen turned to Sarah.

"But, you, my dear, are an entirely different matter."

"What?" Sarah said; she couldn't help herself.

The High Queen reached out and touched Sarah's face again. Sarah bit her lip, trying to hold her own against her. Damn Faeries, so eternally seductive.

"Jareth was born of magic, and he chose to have it stripped from him," she started to explain. Sarah felt the High Queen transferring something to her. She distinctly smelt the scent of fairy dust. Why was it always getting her into trouble? Couldn't she just avoid it? Oh no, not her.

"You've been touched by magic and it lingers upon you."

She removed her hand from Sarah. She started to speak to Jareth, while still looking at Sarah,

"You must miss your family, your kingdom."

Her voice was soft and sad. Jareth looked down at his feet. He did miss them, but he regretted nothing.

"I regret nothing," he replied.

Sarah smiled sadly, she wished she could fully believe that. She could hear a twinge of regret in his voice. The High Queen smiled at her, as though she'd heard her thoughts.

"You have a beautiful heart," she said to Sarah, stroking a stray strand of hair back in line with the others. "And, it is your heart that will allow you to bring Jareth to the Underground with you."

"What?" Sarah and Jareth said in unison.

The High Queen smiled, regarding both of them.

"Not permanently, of course. But, perhaps for short visits."

So, that was her gift. Sarah smiled, tears in her eyes. What an amazing gift. She looked to Jareth, whose face showed such gratefulness; she thought for a moment that she might see the former Goblin King cry. Fat chance at that. The High Queen smiled at them once more and kissed each of them once on the top of their heads. They both blinked, and in that instant, she was gone. They stood in the center of the forest, Sarah still gripping Jareth's hand tightly. Sarah turned to him, clearly touched and relieved.

"So, she didn't come here to take you from me," she said breathlessly.

Jareth smirked. "Of course not, Mrs. Brùinidh."

Sarah made a face at that. Why had she decided to call him a brownie? He'd never let her live it down, and now she was stuck with it. He wrapped her in a tight embrace, warming her bare arms which had chilled in the night air.

"So, you're here…forever?" she asked, just as reassurance.

"Til death do us part, Sarah."

"Til death do us part," she repeated, tilting her face up, allowing her lips to meet his.