So this is my first fanfiction ever but would love to hear your guys opinions on it. I do not own labyrinth and all that jazz, it's rated M so that I have room to manouver but i will put up a warning if any graphic scenes are coming up in a chapter, otherwise, enjoy!

Chapter 1

The thundering clouds boomed overhead, announcing to everyone unfortunate enough to be underneath them that anarchy was about to break loose across the sky. Sarah, taking heed to the warning, removed her red six inch heels which (although very sexy and worth the pain) had been torturing her feet for the entire night and set off at sprinting pace to get to her front door in time. Luck was not on her side today though, as she had already found out, and the rain began to pour just as she reached her front door. In the time it took to remove the keys from her jeans pocket, unlock the door, stumble inside and lock it again she pinned up style it had dutifully kept all night and arranged itself in a mass of hairspray and clips around her shoulders.

Panting from the exertion Sarah started to fumble around for the light switch which was situated, she knew, somewhere on the wall to her left. Once located she flicked it and bathed the hallway in the dim glow of the energy saving bulb.

She had moved into the house several years ago, but had only just sorted out the stuff that she was going to keep with her in the house and the stuff which was going to get thrown away. The only things that were still in cardboard boxes were items that she intended to give to a charity shop as she had no need of it and her step mother refused to have anything that could be classed as clutter in her house.

She had to admit that at the age of twenty-five it was good to be in her own house and financially independent with a job that was going somewhere. Not to mention being on a five year visa to England for the job and having the opportunity to see England fully for the first time. Sarah had taken a research post at Leicester University looking into cell-signalling and embryonic research; it was government research as well, so she didn't have to pay council tax. On top of it all her parents, as a birthday present to her had bought her a small house and paid for it all, so she had no mortgage to think of, although she had thought it odd that her parents had bought her a house in England, maybe her step-mother was hoping she would find a "nice English man" to settle down with before the five years were up. It was odd that her mother seemed to WANT her to emigrate, but she didn't mind, Sarah wanted to be as far away as possible from any place which he may come back to...

The only problem Sarah had at the moment was the two-timing scumbag she was unfortunate enough to give the title of ex-fiancé to. Samuel Smith. She had been in England for two years now and had met Sam in a club one night and from there you could pave out the entire story from start to finish without much difficulty.

The reason she was so unlucky tonight was that he had been in the night club she and her mates had chosen to go into, looking for a good time. They had gone through the bitter break-up over two months ago and after Sarah had gotten over the initial shock, anger and resentment of the betrayal, she had discovered that he hadn't been an essential part of her life. Furthermore, despite the fact that he had been her fiancé, she had also discovered how little he had actively taken part in her everyday life. Just went to show how unready for the commitment she had been and how it would have ended in disaster had she not caught him in the act and gone through with the wedding (luckily the engagement had only just been announced so there wasn't an incredible loss of money).

Carefully placing her new favourite pair of shoes in line with the others under the coat stand she started to dwell on the words which had passed between them that night. Then removing her leather jacket and hanging it on its designated peg she turned off the hallway light and started to climb the stairs. As Sarah started to replay the incident which had occurred in the bar in her head over and over she said a silent thank you to whatever had made her decide not to drink.

She was still replaying the scene as she got dressed in her pyjamas and brushed her teeth. Even when she got into bed his words haunted her.

"I love you, I want you back. I...I made a terrible mistake that day and it's been a source of constant regret to me, I wasn't ready when I asked you to marry me, but the thing is you weren't either! We could try it again, y'know, take it slower than we did. Just let things work and see where they go? What dya say? Could we give it a try again?"

She had told him that it would never work between them after that much trust had been lost, but Sarah got the feeling that this would not be the last time she would see him. If she knew one thing about Sam, it was that he wouldn't give up if he really wanted something.

Glancing at her bedside clock Sarah sighed heavily as she read the figures 1:43am, she had been tossing for almost an hour. Flinging the covers back in frustration she wandered over to the window seat which took up most of the left hand side of her bedroom and surveyed the storm's growing ferocity. She never slept with her curtains closed, an odd habit she had picked up a very long time ago; she just liked to be able to look outside when she went to sleep and when she woke up. It used to drive Sam crazy, waking up to sunshine; he used to call her a solar panel, because she always needed the sun to charge up and move in the morning. She laughed fondly at the memory before a weight settled itself in her stomach. She had to admit, despite how little they had taken part in each other's lives, she still missed those moments. She still missed him.

CRACK!

A flash of lightning and a rumble of thunder caused Sarah to jump with surprise and immediately dragged her attention away from the current thought process. Thunder storms always put her in a funny mood as well. It's just like the night I first saw him. She thought to herself absent mindedly. It had been nine years since Sarah had accepted the challenge of the labyrinth and fought through the goblin city to save her half brother Toby, and she could no longer remember if it had been a real event, or a conjured up fairy tale from her old stories. She could remember certain characters from it as well, such as Hoggle, the goblin...or maybe the dwarf, who had helped her through the labyrinth, along with a great big bear called something like Mylo and a fox who was a knight, riding on a dog. But the person who she could always remember most clearly, every time, was Jareth. His face was like an imprint on her memory; she could remember every feature, every harsh line, and every sly look. If he was simply a dream, he had been a powerful one, if he had been real, why had she chosen to forget? Sarah could say that it was probably in favour of a normal life. She had never told anyone about the Labyrinth; it had stayed her memory...or her dream. It was frustrating that she could no longer remember which. Or remember significant details about it. There was also something about an owl, she was pretty sure that owls were important to it all, but again the information was sat right before her, just out of her reach. The only indication she got that it hadn't been a dream was that Toby sometimes had nightmares where he spoke of Goblins, being kidnapped and a room full of stairs. Then again, Sarah didn't know what she would do if it hadn't been a dream, what could she do? Growling in frustration she got up and headed for her bed, it had been a long day.

What she had failed to notice though, was that she was being watched. Watched by an owl sat on the tree branch outside, sheltering from the storm.

The next day passed pretty uneventfully for Sarah. Saturday was her chore day where she cleaned the house and made the meals that she could freeze and eat throughout the week. Much cheaper and healthier than take-out in her opinion when she got back late from her job and was too tired to cook.

Fortunately for her, completing these tasks took up almost half the day and afterwards she was free to do as she pleased. After weighing up her options she decided that settling down on the sofa and watching a chick flick would be a good mellow activity, but when she was half way through her mind was dragged back to Sam again. She had decided to go home after her brief encounter with him at the bar, much to her friends distaste, but she had no longer been in the mood to go out and party. His last words still echoed round her head. "I'll always wait for you, even if you don't want me to, I will." She needed to talk to him.

No more than twenty minutes after this decision had been made Sarah was locking her door and setting off in the direction of where he lived. The journey took half an hour by bus, so she had time to go over what she had to say to him. She definitely needed to say it would take a while for her to trust him again, and maybe she should say that she missed him? The situation was just too confusing right now.

The time flew by quicker than she expected and, half an hour later, she was stood in front of his door, hand raised to the knocker. Too late to turn back Sarah thought to herself, and, with a shaking fist knocked on the sickly yellow door three times. After no more than twenty seconds (not even giving her time to realise that he might not be in) the door flung open to reveal a nervous looking Sam.

He was just how she remembered him, meticulously kept black hair, brown eyes, dominant chin, small bit of stubble, but today it was evident that he didn't want her here. "What are you doing here?" He asked, attempting a smile but only achieving more of a nervous frown. His attitude confused her as he had only been singing her praises no more than twenty-four hours ago in a bar. What was with the 180 turn around? She hadn't expected or planned for this, never the less she would push through.

"I wanted to talk about what you said last night." She congratulated herself for how firm she sounded as she spoke this sentence considering the reception she was receiving.

"Can't we talk about this some other time?" He spoke in a low voice, as if he was scared of someone overhearing. Taken aback Sarah felt her anger flare up and instantly retorted "My apologies for wanting to talk about what happened last night, but evidently as I suspected, you were drunk and really just don't give a shit." She turned and began to walk away until a voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Who is it Sam?"

That; was the unmistakable tone of a woman who had been unhappily disturbed. Sarah knew what it meant instantly but still, very gradually turned her head to have her suspicions confirmed, and sure enough a blonde bombshell had appeared at the door. Clearly this woman wasn't an idiot though, as she instantly narrowed her eyes at the woman with the raven black hair and casually draped an arm over Sam's shoulders. "Is there anything we can help you with?" She asked with a smile. "No, that's alright." Sarah said casually "I just wanted to talk to him about him declaring his undying love to me in a bar last night, but that can wait until a more convenient time." And with this she flashed the stunned woman a quick empty smile turned around and walked away, but not before she caught the mask of anger on Sam's face. Score she thought to herself.

After watching this scene unravel before him from the safety of his guise (magic was a wonderful thing) Jareth smiled to himself broadly. The opportunity was too golden and the situation was too perfect to pass up. It was time to put his plan in motion.

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