AN: Just something I had stuck in my head for awhile. If you like it, let me know and I'll see what I can do with it.

DISCLAIMER: the Labyrinth and all it's characters belong to Jim Henson and Co. (rats!)

"I wish the Goblin King would come here right now."

Jareth's ears perked up at the sound of a wisher's voice and he conjured a crystal with a sigh. This job was getting more and more tedious with every passing millennia and he was, in all honesty, thinking very seriously about hanging up the crown. Nothing since that day 25 mortal years before had made him think his duty as King of the goblins was of any actual use. All it really gave him was heartache and pain, something he was sure he would never get over no matter how hard he tried to move past it.

"Tulk," he called, and a short goblin with a runny nose appeared in front of him.

"Majesty called Tulk?"

"Yes. Send for Taran and tell him to come here immediately or there will be hell to pay." The goblin disappeared and Jareth was left alone again. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed again. He was getting too old for this.

"You asked to see me?" A young fae stood in front on Jareth, his arms crossing his chest in annoyance.

"Yes. You are coming with me to the Aboveground, to learn how to do things properly."

"I hate the Aboveground! All those mortals running about, their disbelief in our world dying slowly with each of their generations…and they're so arrogant! They think that they are all knowing beings, when there is so much they are ignorant of," the young fae said heatedly.

"I know all too well what you mean, but our world and theirs are bound nevertheless. Be ready when I call you," Jareth said, disappearing in a puff of glitter and leaving a very frustrated Taran behind.

When Jareth arrived in the Aboveground, he saw two women arguing with each other, yelling at the top of their lungs and they both failed to notice he was there. A young woman stood on one side of the living room. Her long dark hair framed her face, her cheeks turning pink with frustration. Her hazel-green eyes burned with annoyance at the older woman across the room. Her hair just as dark as the other woman's, but it was pulled back into a messy bun and her pure green eyes were widened as if in shock. Jareth stared at her face, knowing immediately who it was. Sarah.

"See? I said it. Nothing happened," the young woman said.

"Faye, listen to me. You have no idea what kind of power you can wield with the right words."

"Oh my god, there you go again! You constantly tell Michael about this underground kingdom and a labyrinth and stuff. When are you going to realize that you can stop with it? You're not fooling anyone!"

"Your brother believes me, and when you were a little girl you believed everything too," Sarah said sadly.

"Yeah mom, the key words are 'little girl'. I'm 20 years old now, and you can cut out the fairytale crap."

"It's not fairytale crap! And don't you dare talk to me like that!" Sarah ordered.

"Or what? You'll wish me away to the goblins?" Faye said sarcastically. Sarah stiffened and replied in a soft voice.

"I would never do that to you. I learned that lesson the hard way long ago."

"Mom! I don't want to hear that bullshit story about how you wished away Uncle Toby when he was a baby!"

"I was never lying about that, Faye! I did wish him away, but I won him back from the Goblin King!"

"THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A GOBLIN KING!"

"Oh, I beg to differ my dear," a velvet voice said from the shadows from behind the young woman. She turned to see where the voice was coming from, and saw a man towering over her, completely dressed in black. He was…terrifying.

"W-who are you?" she asked in a shaky voice.

"I am the Goblin King," he said, with his hands on his hips. Faye seemed to relax quickly and exhaled loudly.

"Oh, okay. Good one. Are you one of my mom's friends from the theatre school? Nice costume by the way."

"I am not wearing a costume, nor am I from your mother's theatre school. But I do know her from long ago. Isn't that right, Sarah?" He moved to circle around the older woman who had turned very still. He admired the way she had changed physically in her 40 years. She was slightly taller, her figure filled out nicely and she had some fine lines in her face. Her eyes remained the same, their intense green gaze piercing through him. To the Goblin King's mind, she still looked exactly like the beautiful 15 year old brat who defeated him.

"Jareth," Sarah said in disbelief. She looked at his face, and saw the same mismatched eyes that had tormented her dreams since her run in the Labyrinth. He was just as tall as she remembered, and just as deathly handsome. He looked every inch same, villainous fae that took Toby all those years ago. But why did she suddenly feel a stirring within her body when he said, no, caressed, her name?

"Ah, so you haven't forgotten me?"

"No."

"I see." Jareth raised an eyebrow as he moved to circle Faye in the same way he circled Sarah, as if he was sizing her up. She was the same height as Sarah and she had the same dark hair. Her eyes were a light hazel colour, but Jareth could see the same green in them that she inherited from her mother. Her face was rounder than Sarah's, something she must have inherited from her father, Jareth noted with an inward shudder. She looked at him in wonder and with a hint of defiance. He could tell she was stubborn like her mother too.

"This has got to be a dream or something. There's no way in hell you can be real," Faye said as he stopped in front of her. She lifted a hand and poked him in the chest to see if he was invisible. He snarled at her, thinking that she had insulted him, but Sarah was quick to jump in between them before anything drastic happened.

"What are you doing here Jareth? No one was wished away, and there's no way you can claim Toby. He's a grown man now."

"I am not here for Toby, precious. I came simply because I was called," he looked at Faye again. "Are you satisfied, my dear?" Faye ignored the fae King for a moment to turn to her mother.

"Mom? You really did wish Uncle Toby away?"

"Yes. But I won him back in ten hours, albeit with a little help," Sarah said triumphantly. A muscle in Jareth's cheek twitched at her statement. Suddenly, there was another puff of glitter and a young fae appeared in the room.

"What's taking so long? Usually you're there and back when someone makes a wish!" Taran said, annoyed. Both Faye and Sarah looked at the new figure. He looked almost exactly like Jareth, except younger and more handsome (if such a thing was possible). He had the same wild hair that frayed about, nearly glowing in the dimly lit room. The only differences between the two was that this new fae was slightly taller and while Jareth's eyes were a mismatched blue, Taran's eyes were a mismatched amethyst, the right one looking nearly violet in colour. Also, he was dressed in various grays in an outfit that very nearly matched Jareth's.

"I told you to wait. I don't recollect calling for you!" Jareth snapped.

"You were taking a long time. I wanted to see-" Taran stopped and looked at the two women standing in front of him. He looked at Jareth with a questioning look, but didn't even ask before Jareth answered him.

"This is Sarah...Holden now, isn't it?" Jareth said, cocking his upswept eyebrow with a smirk. "Formerly known as Sarah Williams."

"As in, 'Champion of the Labyrinth'?" Taran asked, his eyes wide.

"The same, unfortunately," Jareth said, crossing his arms. He was shocked as watched Taran kneel in front of Sarah and take her hand, and nearly pulled the boy back up to his feet. How dare he show respect to the woman that nearly destroyed him?

"An honour, Lady Sarah," Taran said, placing the back of Sarah's hand to his forehead.

"S-sure," Sarah said, a light blush overcoming her. They were disrupted by Faye's voice.

"Hold up. Why is another one of these magical people in our house? How many more of you are coming?" Taran got up slowly and stood in front of Faye, his purple eyes scanning her face. Slowly, a smile took over his mouth and he reached for Faye's hand and brought it to his lips. Faye stood unimpressed.

"Did anyone ever tell you that chivalry is dead?" she informed him, immune to his otherworldly charm that her mother seemed to be falling for. She didn't trust either of the two strangers.

"Not where I'm from," he smirked at Faye and looked to Jareth. "I've changed my mind, father. I don't hate the Aboveground. I've found something I like."

"'Father'?" Sarah echoed, turning towards Jareth. He grinned at her, revelling in the expression on her face; confusion, hurt and a twinge of jealousy. The very same emotions he had felt when he knew she had moved on.

"Oh come, come Sarah mine," he said to her. "You didn't honestly think I would mope about and wait around forever for you, did you?" Sarah remained quiet as the blush on her cheeks went from pink to beet-red. Taran stood beside Jareth, his eyes never leaving Faye's as he swept into a deep bow and Jareth cleared his throat. "I would like to formally introduce to you Taran, Prince of the Labyrinth, my son and heir to the Goblin Kingdom."