This fanfiction has elements of another film (Requiem for a Dream) entwined in it, but it is essentially a Labyrinth fanfiction.
I do not own any of the characters mentioned in the following chapters and do not wish to own them, I am merely putting my idea of how it is 5 years after the events in The Labyrinth.
"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered…"
The sound of the needle hitting the floor jolted the semi conscious figure beside her
"Marion? Were you talking to me?"
There was a silence. Harry shrugged to himself and closed his eyes, revelling in the drug induced euphoria.
In her own thoughts Marion was 15 again, lost in a world of fantasy, dressing up and always the star, enclosed in her safe little suburban family. Back to before…before the Labyrinth.
"I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City…"
She had spent five years trying to return, trying to escape from the real life she now had
"To take back the child that you have stolen…"
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah…"
Marion froze as she heard the familiar cold chuckle. Her eyes flew open and instead of her apartment she found herself on a familiar hill, overlooking the Labyrinth
"Or is it Marion now?"
She turned towards the voice and her heart almost stopped. He stood there, same creamy pale skin, eyes still burning into her soul and the same cruel, mocking smile on his lips. He had stayed the same while she had aged in the five years since she had rejected him.
"What am I doing here?"
"You didn't answer my question"
"Sarah" she answered, his intense gaze making her look away
"Isn't this where you want to be?"
"Yes, but…"
"Still trying to escape your life Sarah?"
She didn't reply
"So grown up yet still so young"
"I just want it to be like before"
"Like this?"
Suddenly he had whisked her back to her parent's house and she was in her old bedroom, her toys all around her, Lancelot sitting on her bed. Downstairs she could hear her stepmother in the kitchen and across the hall her father was putting Toby to bed. The house was warm and comforting. She gave a cry of anguish and rushed to the bed, throwing herself onto it, tears streaming from her eyes. She buried her head in Lancelot, breathing in the childhood scent.
"Is this what you want Sarah? Is this what you've been trying to get back to?"
Jareth was gently stoking her hair, his voice inches from her ear. She didn't respond.
"Or is there something else you're looking for?"
His hand moved to her back, slowly but surely making his way down her spine, almost skin to skin through her silk halter.
"Yes" she breathed, eyes fluttering open. She turned to him his piercing eyes boring holes into hers. She reached up and touched the smooth, cool skin of his face. She closed her eyes as the electricity surged through her, but she felt him slip away. Once more her eyes snapped open and she found herself back in her apartment, vision blurring as she turned to the person lying next to her. She felt absurdly disappointed when she saw Harry lying there. Then the horrible realisation that she was back where she started, back to being poor little rich girl, Marion Silver…failed actress and unemployed cocaine addict. Here she was, back to lying in bed, getting wasted with Harry, her devoted boyfriend and small time heroin dealer, a newly acquired position along with Tyrone, their wayward friend.
She looked up and saw that Harry was looking at her with sleepy concern and near panic on his face.
She hazily smiled up at him and realised her hand was on his face.
"Harry?" she asked, her forehead crinkling in confusion
"Are you ok? You're scaring me Marion, talking 'bout Goblins and stuff"
She placed her hands on her own face and found it wet with tears.
"I'm fine Harry, really"
He gently wiped his fingers under her eyes, smudging her running mascara. He kissed her nose.
"We're gonna do it Marion, we're gonna make it big-time…we just gotta get a bit more money together, a few more scores that's all"
He kissed her lips and she willed herself to kiss him back, but Jareth's touch remained at the forefront of her memory and she turned onto her side, closing her eyes and willing Jareth to speak again.