Labyrinth fanfiction

A/N: This is my very first story so be nice. I am flame proof though if you just don't like it. This is J/OC I do love the pairing J/S but this is the only one that isn't like that. I'll post when I have time, which is just me saying that I don't have all of the chappies writen yet. Oh and I don't own Labyrinth. Steph yea but she hates that.

~Jareth

It was the day after the battle of the labyrinth. The goblins were trying to rebuild and Jareth was sulking. Everything was almost fixed and way better that what it was before. Jareth was angry at anything that came within throwing distance of him.

He couldn't stand it anymore. Now that the castle was fixed, nothing was stopping him from this. It had only been a week, but he was falling apart at the seams.

"I know how to rid myself of this pain," he whispered. It was true ,but when it would be done, he would need to rest, because it took a lot of power.

"I, the Goblin King," he intoned, "Cast a spell on this land. That time will freeze until she comes back to me."

~Sarah

72 years. It had been 72 years since Sarah had faced Jareth. Now she was 87 and dieing, while her grand-daughter was being born. She hoped she would be able to see her, but the world was fading fast.

Then a nurse came in, looking very frazzeled, and said, "Meet you lovely little grand-daughter, Miss Sarah."

Within the second she saw the face, the world had faded and Sarah had passed.

~Stephenie

'I'm finally turning 18!' she thought excidedlly, 'Not even another "reality check" argument with mom could ruin this!"

despite it being a birthday everyont wore black. Silently everyone headed over to the cemetary with white lillies in hand. When they got there, Stephenie put the lillies on the grave and thought of the stories her grandma wrote. They were all spin-offs of the book The Labyrinth. Needless to say she kept multiple copies in her room so whenever she was caught with one and it was taken away she could keep reading.

When she was in a big 'reality check' argument she would quote the book to annoy her mom.

--Later that night

The party was over. They just sat on the couch to brain-dead to see what was on the flat screen in front of them. Stephenie, unlike everyone else sat diligently drawing the characters from the stories. Suddenly the sketch she was working on was snatched away b her mother. She studied it for a second and waved it in her face.

"You need to get back to reality!" She yelled, "Grow-up, your 18 now, you can't have your head in the clouds!"

"You have no power over me," Stephenie mumbled. she grabbed her sketches and ran upstairs to her room. When she was inside she pried up a floorboard and lovingly set the precios drawings inside. Her mom was storming after her and started pounding on the locked door of Stephenie's room.

Stephenie grabbed the book she was forbidded to read. She flipped to the page she needed amd screamed on the top of her lungs, "I wish the goblins would take me away, right now!" She grabbed her sketches and jumped, face first onto her bed. There she instantly fell asleep.

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~Jareth

Time had started again. Why was that? He couldn't sense her presence. His magic had always been able to sence her aura underground, and sometimes even above, but now there was nothing. He summond a crystal to see any visitors in or around the labyrinth. He also found that he was stronger than he thought he was going to be. Jareth saw a girl that did look like Sarah, from the back. The bed she was laying on was transported too, and she was face down. That really frustrated him.

The girl stirred and awoke. she was clutching some loose papers close. She looked around confused, flipped to a page in the papers, and looked aroundagain with a mischivious grin growing on her face. The girl slung the back-pack over her shoulder and walked towards the labyrinth.

Jareth dropped the crystal and he appeared behind her. She did look like Sarah with slight differences everywhere. When she turned again and saw him; her eyes narrowed, just like Sarah's, and she stepped back.

"So you've been wished away," He stated, thinking it was the usual parent-wish-away situation.

She smiriked, straightened her back and replied, "No, I wished myself away."

That shocked him. She was the only one to actually wish herself away. She stood there holding her sketches looking confident. Then a sketch caught his eye.

"May I see that sketch?" He asked. she stiffeded and held on until he nuckels turned white.

"No," she whipped around and ran as fast as she could. Jareth sighed, turned into owl-Jareth, and flew after her.

~Stephenie P.O.V.

No. I'm not going to let anyone see these pictures. These pictures look exactaly like this place ... and that guy. I thought that my pictures were about my grandma's stories. This place seemed just like I imagined. There was a shadow that passes over me, but I ignored it consentrating on running to keep my pictures. I had to slow down. I felt like my lungs were pm fire. I saw a tree and leaned against it my eyes closed as I sat down.

~Jareth P.O.V.

When I saw she was out-cold near a tree, I landed. She did look like Sarah, except her lips were fuller and her outfit was darker. In fact I never noticed her clothes before. She was wearing onlu black with rainbow streaks scattered through her hair. She had a short (black) pletted skirt that showed purple bits when she walked. Her long sleeved shirt attached to her middle fingers and showed her belly-button. She also wore a chocker necklase, that looked like a dog collar, it said 'Bite Me' with smiling vampire mouths on it.

One thing was for sure, this gurl wasn't Sarah. She could be her cousin or something like that. Maybe I can have some fun with this. Not here though, this place won't work at all. I'll bring her to the castle and see if I can find out anything. So I slung her over my shoulder (Fireman style) and used a crystal to transport us to my castle. When she wakes up I'll explain the rules and my version of Sarah beating my labyrith. She sighed and shifted, now her even breathing tickled my neck.

"On to the castle," I told the crystal while twireled in my hand.

*Hours Later

After I dropped her off in one of the guest rooms, I waited in the throne room. My legs thrown over the arm of the chair I sat in. Just then twenty, or so, goblins came in dragging the struggeling girl. They pulled at her streaked hair and dark clothes, while she lashed out violently.

"Get! Off! Me!" She growled. Her eyes flashed and she screamed. An instant later two goblins flew out the window and the others scattered. It was then that I knowticed her clothes. They were ripped all over and she was missing a shoe. There were shallow cuts on the exposed skin of her arms and legs.

As she stalked to the door, her eyes darted to everything that moved. Often at the windows and doors for an escape. She seemed jumpy and on edge. Like a caged animal.

"You having fun?" I asked as she walked away.

Stephenie turned around and glared at me. This girl probable thought that I had ordered the goblins to drag her here. She faintly resembled an angry cat. "What do you mean?" She spat, "One minute I'm passed out against a tree, and the next I'm being dragged out of a bed by frog-gollem freaks! How is that 'fun'?"

I was laughing by the end of her rant. She acted so much like Sarah, but something was different. Her outfit was covered in dirt and she had her arms crossed in a defiant pose. That was completely Sarah. But this girl's clothes were black and her hair streaked. I nodded to show I heard her and retorted, "They aren't gollems, they're goblins."

At hearing this she let out an exasperated sigh and threw her hands in the air. Turning on her heel, she started for the door again.

"Your drawings were excellent," I knew this would cause a reaction and I was right. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned towards me. Her face contorted in anger and maybe even embarassment. She looked like she was about to scream. A drafter came into the rom then; blowing her hair into her face. When she did scream she lunged at me, the wind became a torrent of dust and whatever odds and ends were in the room.

She didn't get to close to doing any damage, though. I caught her and pinned her arms behind her back. The girl struggled before she ducked down. Then as soon as she moved something hit me in the face. And then . . . black.