Author's Note: This isn't a sequel or prequel or in any way related to my other Labyrinth story, Sparkle. The reflection does appear here, but that's the only connection. This will have more chapters if you, the readers, express an interest, although finishing Sparkle will probably be my first priority. One last note... because of the nature of this mess I'm calling a story, the characters may not be entirely in character. Bear with me, please ;)

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He stood, the crystal in his outstretched hand, waiting for her to say what he knew she *would* say. She considered only a brief moment, then took the crystal. Confusion spilled across his features, but she spoke before he could.

"All right. Fear you, love you, do as you say and you'll be my slave, right? Well, I'd like you to send Toby home, for starters. And after that..."

"Wait, wait, wait! This isn't how it's supposed to go!" Jareth exclaimed. Sarah blinked at him, her expression puzzled.

"What do you mean? You don't want me to take it?"

"Of course I want you to, but-"

"Then what's the trouble? You offered me the crystal, my dreams, the whole package, and I accepted it. What, would you like me to sign on the dotted line or something?"

"No! That's not what I mean! You're supposed to be noble and self sacrificing, and say The Words. And then I send you and your brother home, and after some years, or months, depending on our respective attention spans, you call on me. Or I bring you back for some reason, and we have all sorts of fights and debates and then realize we're in love. And then we have a horribly romantic romance and live happily ever after and the credits roll, at least until the sequel."

Sarah eyed him skeptically. She twiddled the crystal between her fingers, studying it carefully before answering.

"Why not bypass all that nonsense and go straight to the romance, then?"

"Well, for one, this fanfic would be distinctly lacking in plot..." Jareth began.

A mirror that had not been there a minute ago shimmered. A mirror image of Jareth appeared in it, and chuckled.

"It already is, my dear reflection, it already is. The girl has a point, though." Sarah smirked indignantly and set her hands on her hips.

"Quiet, you!" hissed a voice from the eaves. It was The Author, but everyone present knew that and did not feel it was necessary to state the obvious. Sarah looked pleased with herself.

"You see?"

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Author's Note: Yes, I know it's weird. And no, I don't have anything against the plotline that Jareth described. I love those stories. But this idea just popped into my head, and I couldn't resist. Let me know what you think. Reviews are lovely.