Deep beneath the labyrinth within the tunnels a loud crash followed by the occasional thud of a body impacting wall echoed. Jonathan sat and watched as his love thrashed about enraged. Her dark red hair mused and tussled as she used her power to lift one of the vampires that had the stupidity to walk within her path and fling him painfully against the wall just beside where Jonathan sat. He had decided to allow her time to work through her emotions before he would go near his Childe. Her temper was one that almost rivaled his own.

            Navia paced back and forth within the rooms’ center her anger starting to dissipate. After effectively working through her anger she stopped, smoothed out her tussled hair and approached her Sire. He looked quit comfortable and calm for someone who’s plans were ruined, well maybe not his plans but hers.

            Jonathan watched her closely as she calmed and approached him. If one did not witness her tantrum of a few minutes ago one would think her an angel by the way she looked. Taking her hand in his he pulled her into his lap nuzzling against her ear, “Now, now I had warned you not to underestimate the Slayers.”

            Navia pouted, “Well, it wasn’t the Slayer that fouled up my plans was it! If that arrogant Goblin King hadn’t shown up…I had her she was almost mine, all I needed was a few more minutes and I would have made her ours to control.”

            “You say that as if you’re giving up.”

            His comment caused her to jerk away from him glaring at him, her eyes flashed darkly for a moment before commenting, “Never.”

            Jonathan smiled to his newly formed vampire, she was a beauty to behold, and the darkness within her made him proud. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

            Navia smiled evilly to his question as an idea came to mind concentrating she silently called on the powers within. Her body shimmered before him her image shifting as he held her in his lap. Her once green eyes stared at him now with blue ones, her long curly dark red hair now a straight long dark brown color. Her sweet red lips smiled to her master as she saw his shocked expression before her.

            He watched bewildered at the strength of her power as it shifted her very image before him. Where once sat Navia now sat a smiling Sarah Williams.

            Sliding from his lap she licked her lips then proceeded to bite her lower lip, “How do you like my new look?”

            His lips twitched into a smile as he heard her voice change in mid sentence to match Sarah Williams, “Very impressive and what my dear do you have planned behind that evil mind of yours.”

            Navia’s form shifted once again back to her original form, her voice returning back to her own, “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know,” she teased.

            Standing from his seat his body pressed seductively against hers, lips inches away from her own, “I have my ways,” he brushed his lips against hers, “of getting information.”

            She grinned at the smell and taste of him so near her slightly parted lips. Laying her arms over and around his strong shoulders she touched her forehead to his. Her words escaping her lips soft but with the impression of a seductress, “I’d like to see you try.”

            With those words he whisked her up within his arms tired of the foreplay and carried her to where they could finish their discussion in a little bit more private local. She squealed with delight as they exited heading towards there bedchambers.

            The silence followed by Giles appearance and his remark was almost thickening. Sarah could feel the tension within the room and thought it wise to relieve Giles worry before the poor man had a heart attack right then and there. “Hi, Giles. It’s alright Jareth’s on our side.”

            Giles blinked not sure if he herd the girl right then smiled in relief, “Right, well…I uh…” his smiled dropped, “Are you sure?”

            Jareth placed his hands behind his back reveling in his role as the Goblin King and started towards the bewildered Rupert Giles before him. “I assure you, if I had any intentions in harming you,” he stopped a few feet away arching an eyebrow slightly, “You would not have been given the time to question my intentions.”

            Giles back stiffened, “I see…”

            Before Giles could say more Buffy was by his side glaring at the Goblin King, a silent warning for him to back off. Taking Giles arm in hand she led him away from the Goblin King towards Sarah. “Giles, it looks like we solved the problem of the Goblins in Sunnydale but it looks like some vampires from our world have decided to move here to this one.”

            Sarah sighed not happy with the circumstances of her return to the Underground, “And that’s just the small part of things.”

            Looking nervously back at the Goblin King, who was now contently watching the three of them, back to the two Slayers, “Are you sure he can be trusted?”

            Before Sarah or Buffy could comment Jareth startled them as he was now at the bedside right beside them answering Giles. “Because of the vampires within your world entering my kingdom they have tainted and thrown off the natural balance of the Underground. I assure you that you have nothing to fear from me, granted that you do not defy nor disobey me.”

            At that comment Sarah glared at Jareth, silently wondering where the passionate caring man who had not long ago comforted her and professed his love to her had gone. “Jareth if your finished with threatening the very people who are trying to help you could we get to the problem at hand!”

            Jareth met her eyes seeing her anger, deciding to talk to her about how she would speak to him when they were in public later. Ignoring the fire behind her words his mask of indifference was still in play as he continued, “Follow me, I’ll explain to you as we go about what it is that we require your assistance for.”

            Sarah rolled her eyes as she followed, ‘You would think it would kill him to admit that he needed help. Breath just breath, this is Jareth remember! God, why is it that he can be so charming and then turn around and be so cold?’ Her thoughts were interrupted as they entered through a large oak door emerging into one of the largest libraries that she had ever seen in her entire life. Being the bookworm that she was, she had seen quit a few libraries. ‘Oh, I could spend days in here.’

            Giles stood silent and still as he gazed at the rows upon rows of books aligning the walls and filling the room. Pushing his eyeglasses securely back against his nose he felt as if he would literally drool at the spectacle before him.

            Buffy looked to the gapping Giles and could not help but to smile. He almost looked like he was five waking up on Christmas morning finding a long craved for gift standing before him. “Giles…OH, Giles!”

            Shaking his head he reluctantly broke his gaze from the books looking to a smiling Buffy, “Oh, yes… right.” Looking to the Goblin King, “You said something about a legend?”

Jareth proceeded to the adjoining study where the book he had spoke of lied out on the large desk, “I’m afraid that you might not be able to translate…”

            His words were interrupted as an excited Giles picked up the large volume, “Ganaik, I wasn’t aware that anything from that error existed, well not in something so intact.”

            For the second time within the last week Jareth was actually surprised, “This language is known to your world?”

            Removing his eyeglasses Giles looked to the Goblin King, “Well, not many know of this language. It was kept well hidden from public view. The Council had run across it when it was first organized. Only a few Watchers know of it,” looking back down at the book before him, “me being one.”

            Sarah barely listened as Giles went on explaining how he knew how to translate the text before him. Buffy was keeping an extra eye out on the Goblin King, though she knew that he was on their side, she could not bring herself to trust him completely. Sarah took a silent long deep breath as she started to leave the three to be by herself.

            Curious as to what kind of books that the Goblin King possessed Sarah slowly walked the isles of books. Her hand gently trailing along the bookbinding’s as she made her way deeper and deeper. Stopping she pulled out a thin book looking at the intricate drawings within the books pages. Though she could not read the words the pictures told a story all within itself. The pictures held images of dragons, elves, fairies, and what looked to be a map of the Underground. The names of the different regions within the map were unreadable at first but as she ran her fingers across the words they shimmered under her touch changing the characters into English. Shocked her breath caught as she watched the letters changed back to its original language.

            Her fingers tingled slightly from this strange phenomenon just before she had the familiar feeling that someone was watching her. Her back stiffened, slowly closing the book she looked to see Jareth casually leaning against the bookshelf to the side of her.

            He contently watched her as she ran her fingers over the map and silently watched as the lettering translated at her touch. Though the labyrinth had done it for Buffy not too long ago, Sarah had unknowingly used the hidden power within her self to do what took a large amount of power to accomplish. The legend was indeed correct about her having powers. He smiled wickedly when he noticed that she noticed him watching her and then looked to him, his expression turning back to its expressionless mask.

            Sarah watched as he came closer to her, almost as if he were a panther about to pounce on its prey. She breathed in shakily and cursed herself for letting him effect her so. Though they had both opened up to one another about their feelings towards each other and she understood that he wouldn’t do anything she did not wish, she could not help but to feel a bit nervous whenever she was in his presence. She wasn’t sure if it was his presence alone or the strange look within his mismatched eyes. Looking away she closed the book in hand and placed it back in its place. Her hand stopped as she felt his touch against her cheek.

            He watched as she shivered under his touch. Coming closer he circled behind her his lips lightly brushing up against her ear as he whispered, “Sarah, why do you continue to defy me?”

            Sarah clinched her fists, hardening her voice, “What?”

            “I said, why do you continue to defy me? Our relationship might have changed but I am still the King. Be careful how you address me when we are in the presence of others.”

            Sarah turned, now more angered than anything else, her back pinned against the bookshelf as she glared at the man before her. “Huh, are…are you threatening me?”

            Jareth’s face softened but not too much, he wanted to make sure that she understood the seriousness of his words, “No, I am telling you.”

            She was ready to storm away but was stopped as his arm blocked her escape. She fumed turning to look at the Goblin King, “Maybe if you didn’t act like an ass towards the others I would not have spoken to you like I had!”

            Jareth glared at the woman before him, she had a way of pushing his buttons when she wanted to. He closed the small distance that was between them pushing her body up against his, knowing her reaction.

            Sarah regretted saying what she did when the words escaped her mouth without her thinking. When he pressed up against her she gasped out, surprised at his actions.

            “So, you disapprove of my methods do you?”

            Her eyes widened as he lowered his head, lips meeting with hers. Sarah’s heart was pounding as she felt her body flush with heat at his intoxicating touch. Her anger disappearing as she felt herself returning his passionate kiss, eyes fluttering closed. After a while she felt him pulling away blinking her eyes open at the lack of his lips against hers.

            Jareth smiled seeing the flushed and confused expression on her face, “I thought as much.”

            Sarah fumed, angered at his effect on her and at her inability to stop the feelings that he brought about within her whenever he was near. “You arrogant, pompous…”

            Her sentence was cut short as he kissed her senseless yet again, her arms encircling his neck as she responded to his touch. He smiled against her lips, feeling her hands slide down from his neck to press against his chest, “You were saying…”

            The look in her eyes told him that he had gone a little too far. Before she knew what it was that she was about to do the anger towards his arrogance and the way that he had just used her own body against her she felt a pulse run through her body escaping through her hands.

            Before Jareth had time to register the strong power that emanated from her his body was thrown back by that very power. His body slammed against the large bookshelf behind him sending it and himself falling back.

            Sarah watched unbelievingly as Jareth was flung back against the bookshelf just behind him and as the bookshelf fell against the one behind it, and the next. The loud thud of bookshelves slamming against each other as they toppled over like dominos brought out Giles and Buffy as they watched the scene unfold before them.