I'm Sorry, but I couldn't be arsed to write. Here we go, Chapter 17... "A dream's end"

"What the hell just happened here?"

"Where's Sarah?

"What's going on!?"

Jareth blinked slowly, shaking his head.

"Jareth What the Bloody Hell did you do?"

"Hm?" He responded, dazed, as he gazed around the room trying to orientate himself again. He continued to blink sharply, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"JARETH! What the HELL did you do?" The cry came again, and this time it seemed to have an owner. Emmett.

"I see you've found your catch phrase." Jareth smirked for an instant before letting it fall from his lips. Emmett opened his mouth but was silenced when Jareth held up his hand.

"Wait, I'm sorry. Reflex. Let's just calm down –"

"CALM DOWN? What the he–"

"Just please, stop yelling. I can't concentrate when you're yelling." Jareth perused the chamber again, his hawkish eyes landing on a small smear of black that lay in the corner of the room.

"Yes Oh Mighty Goblin King." Emmett muttered. His words fell on deaf ears, however as Jareth strode quickly to the tar like substance and knelt down on the cold stone floor, brow once again furrowed.

"I.... I don't understand. This shouldn't be possible...." He muttered to himself, almost silently.

"Pardon?" Carlisle looked concerned as he slowly approached Jareth.

"Not yet.... It's too soon... He's too weak..."

"Jareth – your Majesty – Are you alright?" Carlisle continued gently, his hand hovering over the king's shoulder.

"She's too weak..."

"Jareth... JARETH! What's going on!?" Alice cried, joining her 'father' behind him.

"Do you know what this is?" Jareth said suddenly, indicating to the black residue on the floor. The Cullen's between the muttering Goblin King and the substance on the floor, shaking their heads.

"This... this is dark magic. It's rare... and very powerful. There are only three living organisms in all seven of the realms that have access to it. I am one... The Labyrinth the second. I –"

"The Labyrinth has magic? But it's... It's a maze." Emmett cut in. Jareth glared.

"Of course the Labyrinth has Magic. It is alive. It contains within its walls so many different types of Magic; I wouldn't know where to start. But that is beside the point. The Labyrinth contains the most powerful forms of black and dark magic – which are very different, believe you me. Now, I now that the Labyrinth didn't do this and I most certainly didn't do this... so it leaves me somewhat confused." He ended, looking back at the stain on the floor, bending over a little as he had stood up during his speech.

"But didn't you say there were three people with access to dark magic?" Bella sounded unsure of herself as she spoke.

"Yes."

"Then why couldn't that... person... have done it?" Jasper continued on, raising a brow at Jareth.

"Because it's impossible." Jareth sighed.

"What?"

"How?" Carlisle's eyes narrowed in confusion.

"The only other person who has access to dark Magic is... Sarah."

"What!?" Came a chorused reply that echoed through the chamber.

"Don't worry... she can't use it. Yet."

"Wait a second... You're a step ahead of us. We're not worried about her using it... that'll come in a few minutes. Right now we're concerned about why and how she has Magic in the first place!" Emmett shrieked eyes wide. Jareth regarded him thoughtfully.

"Do you want children, Emmett?"

'What?" The bulky vampire was caught off guard.

"You'd make a great Father... In fact – in fact, that's what you're doing with Sarah. You see yourself as her father – and her Big brother and her best friend, not to mention her Mother – rolled in to one. It's an interesting situation."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Emmett growled stiffly.

"I just don't think you're going to like my answer."

"What's in your answer that's not to like?" Emmett growled again.

'For me? Nothing. It's a very pleasant situation for me. For you – and your many alter-egos – it may be a tad bit more... uncomfortable."

"Spit it out."

"As my.... wife, Sarah is entitled to powers that match mine. It's the only way that us immortal beings can protect ourselves and our kin from being taken advantage of in our relationships. Fortunately or not, one is not able to use these powers before said marriage has been..." He licked his lips wolfishly, "consummated."

"Wife?"

"Yes."

"H-how?"

"The Labyrinth."

"When?"

"That night in Volterra."

"She was five."

"Nothing happened."

"Does she know?"

"No."

"When will you tell her?"

"When she's ready." There was a pause.

"Bastard."

"No."

"What?" Emmett stopped in mid lunge. Jareth grinned.

"Orphan."

"Ah... You're conscious. Good. I expected you to be out longer." A brisk voice filled my throbbing head abruptly, the metallic clang of the cold words cutting though the silence. It was a female voice – shrill and piercing. I looked around but was met by darkness.

"What?"

"So articulate.... Oh well, you'll grow out of it." The disdain in the voice was palpable.

"Why is it so – never mind." I was going to ask why it was so dark, but I was suddenly blinded by the lights turning on suddenly. And all at once. I instinctively brought my arm up to my face to shield my eyes from the onslaught of light. The woman laughed. I growled. She laughed harder. I blinked a few times before a feminine figure came in to view. At first it was faded and blurry and had no clear detail, but after a few seconds a clear visual reached my brain. I gasped.

"Who are you?"

"You, of course."

"P-p-p-Pardon?

"I'm you –An older and wiser version of you, but you none-the-less." The woman answered, chocolate hair swirling around her shoulders, framing her face and emerald eyes. I gaped at her for a moment before spitting out the only syllable I could think of.

"How?"

The woman – me, I suppose – laughed.

"Magic, my dear girl. You would think that with being the wife of the Goblin King you would know more."

"W-w-wife?" I stuttered, head whirling. What the hell did she – I – mean 'wife'?

"Yes, wife. Oh – Of course. He doesn't tell us until... well, he doesn't tell us. Bastard isn't he? Well dear, think of it this way. The make-up sex is good. Really good...."

I looked at my older self with a curios mixture of intrigue and disgust. Am I really that... crass? That was something I would expect to hear from Emmett's mouth, not my own. Although, who was to say that this woman was really me? I decided to break the silence.

"Why am I here?"