How He Watched
by Leki

Labrynth. Sarah/Jareth the Goblin King. Rated K. Genre-Fantasy/Romance.
Even kings fall in love. [Set after the movie.

Leki's first Labrynth fanfic:'3 Hopefully it'll be well received. Leki just upped and made this in school, when bored... didn't take long to straightened out the idear for thise series since Leki loves Labrynth anyways... It was annoying though, 'cause after Leki finished typing the story up, Leki realized she had spelled Labyrinth Labrynth all the way through, and felt the need to change it... Anyways, enough blabberings, enjoy Part I!

Part I: Lonely King

Circling, circling, circling the crystal balls did go round in his long fingered hand. A soft clacking as they shifted as his fingers moved tirelessly. Her face was reflected in each and every one of the clear balls as he watched, sitting in his high-backed throne. His right arm was lazily thrown over the arm of the throne, gently stroking the owl feathers that fringed the leathers and skins covering it.

He loved his crytal balls, the throne, the feathers and skins. He loved his strength, having servants to take care of his every whim, and the Labyrinth.
A small click of his tongue, in utter annoyance. But he loved her more. The who who had forfeited the child that he would have made into a Goblin Prince, whom he would have named Jared, and had stolen the boy back from him. The one who denied and defied his power. The one he could not have.
His finger straightened, and he let the crystal balls fall from his hand, where they fell to the floor, then slowly drifted up, floating behind him, waiting to serve. He stood up with a jerk, startling several servants from around his feet, and strode towards the hallways, ignoring the stupid bleatings of his goblin servants. He stood silently at a tall open window, twirling a small rod between his fingers effortlessly. Stared out at the clear, dark blue sky and the twinkling stars. Stared out at his Goblin City. It was unusually quiet tonight. Perhaps the inhabitants of the Labyrinth knew their King was mad, and feared incurring his wraith.

He was the great and almighty Goblin King. The ruler of the Labyrinth which stretched out beyond his City. The Labyrinth, a thing of power and choas that had brought men to their knees. The pathetic men that had not stood to his challenges after they had fallen to greed and wished. He had taken what was most precious to them, and when they had failed to win them back, had turned them into goblins, to serve him for all eternity.
But that girl, not even fully a woman, had the force of will to deny the power he would have given to her, if only she had submitted to him, and obeyed him. He had not bound her to his service. He could not get her out of his mind. He hated her for it, and yet longed for her companionship. He was the Great Goblin King. He needed no mortal. And yet... he wanted her.

Thousands of years alone, with only those below him. It was a lonely existance in his domain. The Labyrinth may sometimes change shape, or switch places, but it was essentially the same. Lonely indeed, with no one of which to play with. And he so yearned to have someone to amuse him, to share his domain with. To pass the time.

Jared's eyes flashed, a spark of anger flickering through them. What what she, to think she could forever get away? He would have her back, and he would tie her to the Labyrinth. So she could never escape and leave him alone again.
He closed his eyes slightly, the darkness that covered the lids making him look cold as his swift, enigmatic mind started to

puzzle out a trap to snare her. He pictured her. She would be older now, probably a full grown woman. That is, if she had grown out of her poutty, bratty words.

"It's not fair!" He remembered her saying that more times then he could count on his hand, he thought with a smirk. Then he tutted himself. It would be so sad, though, if she no longer had love for fantastical things, the things that could not be seen by those other doddering mortals of Earth.
"...Sarah..." Her name came softly to his tongue, and he sat at the window, gazing into the crystal balls to see the face he rememebered. Indeed, it was lonely as a King.

...that wasn't TO bad was it:'( Feedback appreciated. If all goes well, maybe more chapters to come. Or (heaven forbid) this may just end up FOREVER UNFINISHED.