A/N Hey, well, I've always wanted to write a labyrinth Fan fiction, because I love it so much! And my good friend, Klaske, who also loves it, persuaded me to give it a go! And now I have some of the songs to inspire me! Well I hope this turns out alright, please review and tell me what you think.

Princess Aaralyn was sitting at the head table, next to her Uncle Jareth, King of the Goblins. On his other side was his latest girlfriend, one Lady Donnica. Aaralyn also sat next to her Mother, Princess (although she preferred the title Lady) Kyria, Jareth's sister. Jareth was the only man at the table, given that Aaralyn's father had died a year previously, a week after her 16th birthday. Now her Mother had decided to throw a ball for her 17th birthday, which was that night.

So they sat, looking out over the crowded tables of nobles of the Underground. Lady Kyria looked joyous, she always was with the company of nobles. Lady Donnica looked pleased, simply because she was seated at the high table, with no-one less than the King himself. As for Aaralyn and Jareth, they were both slumped in their chairs, Aaralyn with her head leaning on one hand, Jareth with his boots propped up on the table.

Over the noisy chatter Aaralyn could hear her Uncle faintly humming. She had never heard the song before, even though the Underground was famous for its music. And yet... now that she thought about it, the tune sounded vaguely familiar.

"Uncle Jareth, what is that tune?" she asked, putting on her sweetest voice.

He sat up, and gave her a quick smile, a smile she knew had melted many a Lady. "Just a song I used to sing... once upon a time." he laughed, "Before you were born."

She raised an eyebrow. "Tell me," she whined, mimicking the voices of his many girlfriends.

He shot her a look, and she slumped back against her chair. As fun as her Uncle could sometimes be, sometimes he couldn't take a joke. Suddenly everyone got up, letting the serving goblins take the tables away, and bring in the sofas. Now the room was a lounge area, with a wide space in the middle for dancing. Jareth sighed. Aaralyn got up and moved over to a sofa. She began to sit, but Jareth took her hand.

"Come on then niece, let us dance." she smiled. He was dressed in his usual extravagance, a dark blue cape with tight blue trousers and a light blue tunic top that glittered in the light. His blonde hair had blue streaks especially for that night. She too was wearing blue, a fanciful dress of the style so popular in the Underground, with a wide skirt and corseted top, and ornate decoration. In her raven hair gleamed blue sapphires.

"Of course." she took his hand as he led her out onto the dance floor. He span her around and twisted them around the floor.

"There's such a sad love," Jareth murmured tunefully,"Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel, open and closed within your eyes, I'll place the sky within your eyes."

"What?"

"Oh nothing... you just remind me of someone sometimes."

"A good someone?" Aaralyn asked coyly.

"Perhaps." he smiled at her, "You are far to nosey."

She barely noticed how long they were dancing, she just listened to this lovely new, and yet familiar, song. Then someone tapped her shoulder, it was her mother, looking a little angry.

"Jareth, why are you dancing with her all night, I told you what else I wanted from this ball." she gave Jareth a look.

"Mother, I know what your ulterior motives were. But I don't want to get married thank you very much." and with that Aaralyn swanned off, across the room. There she bumped into the "handsome" Lord Kiril, her Mother's favourite choice for her future husband.

"Finally finished dancing with your Uncle?" he said smugly, flicking back his brown hair, that was styled a little like Jareth's.

"Oh shut up, Kiril." she muttered, walking past him to the double doors that led out of Great Hall. She stormed down the corridor, anger rolling off her waves, sending goblins scurrying away from her. She flicked her hand as she past a window and outside it began to thunder and lightening. If she was in this mood, so too was the Labyrinth.

She reached her bedroom and flung herself on her four poster bed. What a birthday, it was so boring, why couldn't her mother see that she would marry when she was ready. She thought her mother was probably anxious that she would turn out like Jareth, and never marry at all. She was like him in a lot of respects, but she expected she would eventually marry, she just wasn't ready.

She looked out her floor to ceiling windows, across the rainy expanse of the Labyrinth. How she wished she could explore it, she hardly ever went there, only when her Uncle took her. And that was very rare, he usually wanted to go on his own. He always wanted to be on his own, Aaralyn was one of the only people he would see. She got up and walked down the seemingly endless corridor to Jareth's room. She knew he would have retired by now, and she had a feeling that Donnica would not be with him, seeing as he had not spoken to all her night. She walked down a set of stairs and came to the double doors of the King's chambers.

She opened one quietly. Jareth sat on his window seat, staring out over the Labyrinth, twirling his crystals. He stared into one, and there was an image, but from the door Aaralyn couldn't see it.

"Who is that Uncle?"

He turned sharply, dropping the crystal which shattered into a million fragments. He waved his hand and it appeared back, whole.

"Come and see... this is who I was thinking of tonight... this is who you remind me of." she stepped over, slowly. She had a feeling that this was a big moment, but she wasn't sure why. She looked into the crystal, there was a woman in it, with black hair and greenish eyes, she looked a little like Aaralyn.

"I still don't understand..."

"This is Sarah." Jareth stated simply.

A/N So, what did you think? Review please and let me know whether to keep it up!