*Note: "What Might Have Been" belongs to Little Texas. It's NOT mine, I'm just using it for my fic. Enjoy!*
~Chapter Four~
One moment, they were standing in one of Jareth's many rooms in his castle, and the next, Sarah and the Goblin King were…she didn't know where they were.
Red, orange, and shades in between surrounded them like a bubble; they were the only ones there, wherever that was.
"What is this?" asked Sarah, her soft voice echoing slightly.
"A choice."
"I don't understand." She was trying so hard to be brave, but failing.
"Sarah," Jareth began, "there's a song from your world that might help us both."
"I doubt that," Sarah whispered, tears in her eyes. Jareth took a deep breath, held Sarah's hands in his own, and they both sat on the only object with them; a small bench. As they faced one another, he began to sing:
Sure I think about you now and then
But it's been a long, long time
I've got a good life now, I've moved on
So when you cross my mind…
I try not to think about what might have been
'Cause that was then,
And we have taken different roads
We can't go back again
There's no use givin' in
And there's no way to know
What might have been
We could sit and talk about this all night long
And wonder why we didn't last
Yes, they might be the best days we will ever know
But we'll have to leave them in the past
So try not to think about what might have been
'Cause that was then,
And we have taken different roads
We can't go back again
There's no use givin' in
And there's no way to know
What might have been
The same old look in your eyes
It's a beautiful night
I'm so tempted to stay
But too much time has gone by
We should say goodbye
And turn and walk away…
And try not to think about what might have been
'Cause that was then,
And we have taken different roads
We can't go back again
There's no use givin' in
And there's no way to know
What might have been
No, we'll never know…
What might have been…
* * * * *
"As I said before, Sarah, you have a choice." Jareth repeated.
A door, full of white, brilliant light opened, and Sarah had to shield her eyes. "You can stay in my Labyrinth, in my castle, even, and live with the false hope that I will love you again," Jareth continued, "or you can go back to your own world, where I know you'll find someone someday who will make you as happy and Ana has made me."
He stood up, and helped Sarah do the same, then put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her forehead. "What will it be?"
She just stood there for a moment, and, thinking hard about Jareth's deep words, smiled. This surprised Jareth so much that he had to blink as she took his hands off her shoulders, still smiling, and walked toward the door. "Sarah?"
"I'm going home." She told him, her voice no longer full of regret or sadness. Jareth grinned; she'd made the right choice.
Just before she reached the door, Sarah looked back at him and frowned. "Will I ever see you again?"
"Look in your hand." Jareth answered.
Sarah held up her hand, and gasped as she saw she held a crystal. "Whenever you need a friend, you'll know how to call me." He explained.
"Thank you." Sarah touched the crystal to her heart, silently promising she would.
"You're welcome."
Sarah took a deep breath, and, without another glance behind her, she fully stepped through the door. It closed behind her; Jareth was relived she'd done it so well.
* * * * *
"Miss Sarah…" a chorus of soft voiced caused the woman to yawn and stretch; she opened her eyes to find eight children surrounded the chair she was draped on. They giggled when she fully awoke, and Sarah smiled. It was great to be with the kids she loved.
"Alright, you little rugrats!" called Ellie, clapping her hands. "Miss Sarah just woke up! Let her plan her revenge in peace!"
The children giggled harder and hurried to the kitchen hall where Anthony and Keisha were making breakfast.
"What a night," Sarah mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"How come you slept on the chair last night anyway?" Asked Ellie. A wry grin spread across her face. "Couldn't keep your hands off of Anthony?"
"Eleanor! There are children nearby!" Sarah scolded in a loud whisper, but she laughed in spite of herself. She needed to laugh again. It was her first step to moving on.
Just like the Goblin King had moved on.