AN: Currently working on updating this. I do not own Labyrinth. Prepare for updates soon - 4/25/12

My Little Drug

Sarah smiled to herself. She felt the reefer kick-in to her bloodstream joining the alcohol already deeply burrowed within her cells. The gravity of the was beginning to slip away. It was a lovely feeling. The ground opened slightly and she nestled into her favorite position and listened to her friend, Laura, play the same string on her acoustic. The cord plucked out strange rhythms as Sarah's eyes pulsed with the melody. Yes, lovely, that was the word. The night air was cool, but the campfire emitted enough warmth for Sarah.

She felt an arm bring her closer to the heat. Hmm, yes. It was him, that boy that had been attracted to her. His name. . . ? Must have been something like. . . She couldn't remember. She thought about resisting the arm on her waist, but decided against doing so. It was quite chilled out here under the stars. Perhaps she would even kiss him later. That was, if she was high or drunk enough. Or Both. She could pretend he was someone else. Some much more preferable.

Someone much more powerful.

She sighed. This was doing it for her. It. Sustaining the small loom of sanity she thought was ripped away long go. She took another huff of the joint-pineapple-flavored rolls. She blew smoke rings toward the sky, this was her practiced art. Let it come, she chanted inwardly.

She pulled away from Daniel, she decided that was his name, and slipped her hand in his. Gently, with a hazy smile, Sarah stood and waved at Laura and the others before her and the man departed each with their own bottle of beer. They walked deeper into the woods; the sound of the guitar was fading. Maybe she would let him have a bit more than a kiss. She hadn't decided yet.

After stumbling and making small talk Sarah decided they were far enough away from the others.

"Do you know," she said leaning against a tree. She took another quick huff, "I have been to another world?"

He sized her up in his mind debating whether or not to take advantage of her. He took a huff of his plain cigarette followed by a swig of his beer. He cursed when he realized it was empty and dropped the bottle on the ground. "Can't say I'm surprised." He murmured as he neared her. He ran a hand through his brown hair as if to brush off his impending guilt. "How drunk are you?"

She seemed to consider for a moment. "Drunk enough," she slurred. "But back to my story." Daniel rolled his eyes. "I had to save my brother from this evil monster." She snorted a half laugh. "A cruel monster. . .And then I had to go through this maze."

He leaned forward placing his forehead on hers. "Sounds like a good high." His hand slipped inside the back of her pants.

"No, I wasn't high." Sarah whispered angling toward him. She could feel the situation inclining in the direction she'd intended, only, she hadn't thought it would go so fast. She took another drag of her joint. She tilted her head back seeing the moon in a most bright fashion. A quick shadow darted in front of it.

"So. . ." Daniel trailed off as he nibbled Sarah's ear. She gasped at the sensation. It felt absolutely intoxicating. "How old are you?"

She thought carefully about the question before answering. Might as well tell the truth. She was legal, just young. "Nineteen." She dropped her source of highness to the ground and stamped it out with her foot. She held up her beer, there was plenty left which pleased her. She took a swig.

"Let's go deeper into the woods." He pulled her against him and took a drink of her beer.

They walked using the trees to balance with the path slightly moonlit. A few birds chirped high above them and then scattered. Sarah watched as the sky danced with shadows. The darkness was swaying around her. She stumbled down to the ground, but Daniel caught her, the moon giving him a menacing look. He pulled her up as she stared at him for a moment.

She thought fondly of someone else looking at her that way, eyes full of desire. If only he could possess her the way that someone else did, always had, it would be easier. But even this drunken, high state, she only ever wanted one person. She only ever wanted to be in one place. She wanted it more than anything in that one moment as she looked at the man before her. He wouldn't do it she decided. He was worthless, just like the others.

The world flashed around her. Suddenly, it was bright. The sky had turned a slight orange and the trees were gone. Bricks surrounded her and pixies danced in her hair. She could feel an assortment of unknown creatures scurry across her feet. The heat of the day kissed her skin making her hot.

Daniel was before her again his eyes wide holding her arms painfully tight. Something wasn't right. She screamed as loud as she could out of fright and joy at the same time before taking off into the woods. Her breath was heavy in her ears. Why was she running? She had it. She had touched that scared place. She had to find it again. Her name was called, from somewhere. Was it behind her? She kept running. The dark began to become lighter. The trees flashed before her quickly in the disappearing darkness. She saw the bricks now, they were endless. Her breath came in loud gasps. She stumbled again, except this time there was no one to catch her. She fell to the ground hard rolling down a hill. She felt her body fly high into the air. She landed and kept rolling painfully across many jagged edges until she stopped. Her head knocked against a rock or a root, something hard. The sound of rushing water was loud in her ears.

The vision before her jumped then. It faded like a television between two channels. She saw the darkness with blue trees one moment and then the next she saw bricks on either side of her alit by the orange sky. Her head pounded with every changing channel. In either vision, however, she could see a figure approaching her. Only his boots, clouded as they were, could she see of him or her.

She reached her hand to the back of her head feeling quite wet liquid lace itself between her fingers. Her head stung, her eyes hurt. Sleep, suddenly that was a nice idea. She felt the weed in her pocket, making sure it would be there when she was done with her nap. Morning highs were the great. With satisfaction she let her body fall into the water and she felt her self slip away.

"Sarah?"

She rolled over onto her back and smiled at the shadow before her feeling the water kiss her lips. "Not right now. I'm going to sleep here." Her head began to sting as the water lapped up the blood hungrily. There was a dull ache all throughout her body, and Sarah was sure if she was not high or completely wasted, she would be in a lot of pain. Just looking at her arm made her want to throw up.

"No, Sarah, I don't think that would be the best idea." The figure bent down next to her blocking out the moon.

"But, I'm tired, and my head hurts." She was thoughtful for a moment. "You know, I like it here. I want a water bed. Remind me to discuss it." The last of her words were slightly were more slurred than before.

"Interesting" The figure pulled her up against him carefully looking in her eyes. He noticed a slight change in her pupil sizes before she let her eyes close. "Sarah." He said through gritted, annoyed teeth. "Tell me more about the water."

"I like it." She sighed also annoyed. Why was this person keeping her from sleeping. She tried to push herself away from him; her strength was too weak. "Just let me go to sleep. Don't tell Karen-" She sneered at the name. "you found me out here. I don't want her I told yous so's to my dad." She tried once again to pull herself away from the man she decided was not Daniel. He wouldn't release her, but he did turn her around and pulled her against him as they stood up.

She suddenly felt sick and braced herself against the stranger. "Let me go." She walked away from the stranger, but couldn't walk a straight and began to stumble in the water. Her knees left her legs and flew up with the birds in the trees as the stranger caught her against his arm.

"I can't." His voice was harsh and angry. "I'm only trying to keep you from going to sleep." On that note, he picked her up as if to carry her over the thresh hold.

Reluctantly, her tired body leaned against him. "It it all right if I sleep." She cajoled him. Then a thought struck her. "Can you throw me into the sky?"

"Why?" He asked letting his amusement lace his tone.

"I want to be a star." She explained closing her eyes. Something began nagging at her. She was missing something, something she would want to remember later.

"A star?" He began walking.

She wasn't sure of his destination. "Yes, I've always wanted to be an actress, you know? Go ahead though, throw me up there." She tried to re-position herself, but the figure would not allow it.

"I think you should stay here, at least for now." He let out a breath and seemed to consider something.

"I'm tired of here. That is why I want to sleep. My head hurts." Her eyes grew quite heavy as well as her body. Her head ached. She groaned at the pounding. "Daniel, where are we going? I don't want to go back to camp right now." Her voice was fading.

"Daniel is already back at camp, Sarah." The voice was suddenly controlled.

"Oh?" She gave a lite laugh. "Were you spying on us then?"

"I suppose that is a word for it." He sat Sarah against a tree. She molded perfectly against the roots in the ground; however, she could not keep her upper body supported for her head was too heavy.

"Sarah, I need you to something very important for me." He held her shoulders against the tree.

"Oh?" She tried to think clearly, but her mind danced with the sight of thousand silver orbs. "Go ahead then and ask me. I may agree even though you didn't make me a star."

There was silence for a moment. Well, not exactly silent. The nearby stream kissed the rocks around it, a fox darted over a log, and even a comet flew across the sky with the slightest sigh of air. But he was silent for moment.

"Sarah, make the wish." The man said taking her shaking hand in his.

"You." She placed a finger on his chest. "Are silly." She let her head fall to the side, but she rounded it back up to look at his shadowed face.

"Sarah." The voice was cold, bossy. She didn't like it, not a bit. She groaned.

Slowly she annunciated the words he was asking for, though she wasn't sure why. "I wish the Goblin King would come take me away, right now."

She gave herself away then, to the cold, dark sleep she had been asking for. She felt it wrap its arms all the way around her body and engulf her eyes. The air rushed around her in a stream of movements, and then all was silent. All was quiet. She couldn't help but compare the experience to the man who had also been silent.