Disclaimer: I own nothing! Not even David Bowie, sadly :-( I don't own the veronica's, or their songs. Or Kelly Clarkson's song.

A/N: Okayyyy lovelies! This fic was a spur of the moment kind of thing. I was bored and going through my Labyrinth faze for the millionth time in my 25 years. And it just came to me. My first Labby fic, so please be nice.

She remembered her time in the Underground. She remembered what it was like to have the man of her dreams offer her everything. At that time she had to refuse. It wasn't about her. It was about Toby. So she couldn't make herself regret it for one moment. But her dreams were still very much alive, keeping her awake at night, her mind searching for reasons she wasn't ready to understand. "The king of the goblins had fallen in love with the girl..." This played in her head over and over. She loved him, that much she knew. And what Jareth had yet to understand was how much it hurt her just as much as he to turn his offer down.

So she played scenarios over in her head. Taking his offer. Only making sure Toby would return home first. Or if he would have kept Toby with her.

On Sarah's 18th birthday she received a journal. Bound in emerald green leather and a gold latch. No one had said anything about it. So she assumed it was her father who had gifted her with it. Her father didn't show his emotions well, so Sarah was used to just not saying anything at his kind gestures.

It didn't take long for her to start writing. She wrote everything down. How she felt, poems, and sometimes story's of her time in the underground. It helped ease her troubled mind some.

Sarah had eventually started to grow into her adulthood like anyone should. She picked up singing. And found she really enjoyed it. Soon her voice had raised the attention of others around her. And it wasn't long before she made a record deal. Her little emerald book going along wherever she went.

A little twist of the knife, yeah, a little salt in the cut, yeah

a little thorn in the side and it stings like hell.

Feels so, cruel, the way you treat me like a stranger.

Cruel, when you lookin' like that oh.

Cruel, the way you touch her when you kiss her.

Take my endless summer, turn it in to winter.

Cruel the way you treat me like a stranger,

Cruel when you know me like that, oh

Cruel when you touch her when you kiss her,

Take my endless summer, turn it into winter,

" And that's a wrap!" The director had finally yelled. Sarah had been out in the dark lip singing to one of her new singles, and she was tired, hungry, and cold. The crowd erupted in an applause. "Thank God!" She said under her breath. People were all around her, putting blankets on her, and messing with her hair. She just wanted to go to bed. It was 3:30 a.m. She wanted to go to her dreams. To the place her songs came from. Him.

Sarah didn't like people waiting on her. Her new found famous title was something she had trouble getting used to. She loved to sing, and she loved to write. So she never complained. She just smiled her way through it.

Through the crowed her manager, and friend Melanie emerged. " Move it, people! We haven't got all night!" Sarah inwardly smiled at her friend for the save. "And Sarah dear, lets get you cleaned up and ready to go rest for the night. Tomorrow is a big day. We have to go onto Neil's talkshow to talk about the new single. So you wont get much rest, but you still need some."

Sarah groaned. "Mel, I told you I didn't want to go anywhere for at least a week. The single is barley even out yet. And besides I need to take a break. I'm tired"

"Of course you are dear. It's the life of an international popstar. You signed up for this." Mel said. " A famous woman's work is never done." She laughed.

"I said no, Mel. I'm sticking to it. I need rest, and if they can't understand that then that's on them."

Mel groaned at Sarah's lack of understanding. "Sarah, you're supposed to talk out your songs. Where your inspiration came from. The single is just icing on the cake, dear."

"No" was all Sarah said walking away. She didn't see Melanie's eye roll, nor did she hear her say"Bitch" under her breath as she walked away.

Finally opening the door to her hotel room about an hour later, only thing on Sarah's mind was sleep. Because in sleep she could see him. And sing to him, to tell him everything she was to young to say before. Sighing she put her hotel key on the night stand and turned on the light. What she heard next made her freeze, ad her blood run cold. All the while sending tingles down her spine. "Hello, my precious thing" She knew that voice. It was the voice of her dreams, the voice behind the songs. "Jareth" she whispered. Turning around, she wasn't surprised to see how still beautiful he was. Wearing a white poets shirt, and grey crop pants with knee high boots, she couldn't think of anyone or anything more appealing. He lay there grinning at her. "W-what are you doing here? I haven't made a wish. Is the labyrinth okay?" At this question he raised one perfect eyebrow. She had no idea why she had asked that.

"I was.. curious." He stood up, walking around her like a panther stalks its prey. Eyes never leaving her. "Didn't you hear? Curiosity killed the cat." She lightly chuckled. Her voice barley above a whisper.

"Sarah, you can't tell me after all this time, you're surprised to see me? Even after all those songs about me. Beautiful by the way" He grinned.

Sarah blushed. She didn't like compliments. " And how do you know they were about you, Jareth?"

His grin only widened. "Sarah, I offered you your dreams. Don't you think I'd have to know what your dreams entail before offering them? One can only put two and two together." Sarah just stared. Amazement still etched on her face. "Come now, Sarah. I know your dreams. And I know that I am the main source of them. One I'm happy to oblige."

Just then something clicked in heard. The Goblin King's smile widened once again once he saw the wheels in her head turn. " I've been writing for a couple of years. Why now?"

"Your new song, Cruel I believe it's called. I don't like it."

Sarah could only chuckle. "You mean to tell me that after all these years you came to me because you didn't like my song!?" She broke out into hysterics. Jareth's smile broke.

"I don't see the source of your amusement, Sarah. Nor do I appreciate it." He stood there, his riding crop tapping his leg gently. Sarah could only laugh. "You could have came to me plenty of times, Jareth." She managed to say once she was don't giggling. "Oh, could I now?" He asked.

Sarah sat on the bed with Jareth looking down on her. It made him seem more intimidating. And she liked it.

"Yes. Why didn't you?"

"You see, precious I came because of one of your lyrics you wrote down today. Assuming you're turning it into a song that is." Sarah was extremely confused. Her wonderment only rose with his next words.

"And you didn't even bother to say thank you for the book."

"My book?" She asked. "And what are you talking about? I've been filming all day. My book has stayed here." She never brought her book on set, because it always bothered Mel. She got lost in writing and didn't wanna do anything else. She had promised after the last time to leave it in her hotel rooms.

"Mmmm not all day precious." He grinned. Sarah reached for her book, but before she could Jareth's hand shot out and he took it first. "Take a look" he said after finding the page he was searching for.

You gotta be out there

You gotta be somewhere

Wherever you are

I'm waiting

'Cause there are these nights when

I sing myself to sleep

And I'm hopin' my dreams

Bring you close to me

Are you listening?

Hear me

I'm cryin' out

I'm ready now

Turn my world upside down

Find me

I'm lost inside the crowd

It's getting loud

I need you to see

I'm screaming for you to please

Hear me

Sarah's face grew red, as she now remembered writing these down. She had not thought of what writing them down meant. She just knew she had to get it out of her. Years of waiting for him lead to this. "I-I did write these" Jareth chuckled at her nervousness. He took the book from her hands, and sat down next to her. "Now, Sarah. Let's do something about these dreams you've been having."

A/N: DUN DUN DUNN! Don't worry, more lemony goodness next chapter. Oh and we find out more about Sarah's manager, Melanie. Jareth does have a motive. He's just not really ready to share with Sarah about what it is exactly yet. Yes, it's part of what she wrote down. But there's more! So please R&R!

See ya next chappie!

~Roxxie