Labyrinth

Between the Stars forever…

Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, Jareth, Sarah, Hoggle or anything really. I just own my imagination and where it takes me. :o)

A/N: Hello! I've literally just gotten into the Labyrinth fandom (far too late in my opinion, I wish I would have seen it earlier!) I wrote this because I felt there was so much missing in the ending of the movie. If some facts are messed up please tell me, I try to have a good attention to detail but again I'm new to this world...Also I don't mind constructive criticism, because I enjoy writing and want to get better. Oh and I know my terrible lack for grammar skills. lol. ENJOY!

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Jareth

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Ever since she shattered his heart in a million pieces, when she told him that he held no power over her, he knew he was a lost man. Lost to his dear, precious, Sarah.

Jareth, mighty king of the goblin city was far from broken, on the outside.

He had become crueler in many ways, but softer in others. His eyes were pained. His face had aged in his misery. But never, not for one second did he not watch over Sarah.

Sometimes it was more than making sure she was alright and free from danger, sometimes it was the searching of a lost soul wanting to see the source of both his happiness and pain.

What Jareth wouldn't give to hold her once more like he did that night in the ballroom. If someone would have told him that a diversion he created to fool Sarah into forgetting about Toby would turn out to completely unnerve him and crack his cold heart open wide than he would have thought them mad.

Surely she had to feel the magic they created between them? All his guests were aware of it, hence their prying eyes on the couple as they danced.

He was lost and weak in the middle of a lover's haze as they danced.

It was only after, when looking in one of his beloved crystals that he saw the scene replayed and found the source of her fear.

How, Jareth continued wondering, could she not have felt the change in his pulse, the catch in his breathing and the softness in his eyes?

His limited powers over knowing what people felt could tell there was something in her eyes that was interested in him, but in what way he'll never know. But for now, he'll be content with watching that she is happy without him…

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Sarah

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Sarah Willliams had a list of regrets a mile long. Some were silly, like why she decided a perm was a good idea on her already unmanageable hair, but some of regrets were much graver, like why did she let herself break the heart of a man she was falling in love with. Granted she knew the reasons.

First of all perms were completely in fashion for the prom, she HAD to do it.

Second she knew she needed to break free of Jareth to free Toby from a life of goodness knows what that may turn out to be.

But more than that his magnetism enticed her so deeply that it scares her breathless.

She knew to her very core there was a touch of destiny in his eyes when they looked upon hers, but she knew she was far too young and not yet ready for that path.

She had only been on the brink of sixteen. Having been barely on the verge of womanhood, it was still such a turning point. Yet she knew that Jareth appealed to her in a very basic, very natural way. He was the prince she dreamed of. His eyes fascinated her in her dreams.

Thinking back she knew those dreams kept her alive, kept her sane since the day she last saw him. She thought herself crazy, that she imagined him and her feelings.

But one ordinary day she opened her closet to see her ballgown hanging there in all its romantic glory.

She knew then without a fragment of a doubt it was all real, Jareth, her feelings even the dance itself.

She also knew that he watched her, how else would he pick the day before her prom to bring her the dress?

She cried for hours at the foot of her bed with it spread out around her. She swore in her romantic delusions that it smelt of magic, of him.

Her date, Allen was a sweet boy, hardly the love of her life.

She never wore the dress from Jareth to the ball, she didn't have the heart to wear it in the arms of anyone besides him. She wore a simple deep purple dress and had a nice time, but after the crowning of prom queen & king the slow dance began. She tried to do her best to dance like she had with Jareth this time with Paul. But it made her heart hurt and tears burn at her eyes.

That was four years ago.

Sarah Williams was now on the brink of becoming a college graduate at the age of twenty-three.

She had many wonderful life experiences; her double major in English and theater at Columbia may have caused her education to progress slowly but provided her passions the room to grow. She had made many friends, traveled, acted in countless plays.

But it was her work in her senior performance that was going to be the hardest.

She was playing of all things Queen Titania, Queen of the Faeries. Every time she said her lines her skin tingled. She knew Jareth was watching her intently.

She wondered with a far off smile what he thought of the play, of her.

In her mind Jareth was a combination of Puck and King Oberon. He was rakish yet regal. Boyish yet refined.

Finally the final night of her performance was here. She needed strength for tonight was the night her grade depended on. She was being reviewed by a team of college and industry heavyweights. She sat at her dressing room mirror. Sighing she grabbed the top piece of fruit from the bowl on her dresser. Of course of all the varieties it was a juicy ripe peach. Laughing to herself at the irony. She had never let herself speak his name. Tonight she really wanted to. Settling for second best she called out to a dear friend. "Hoggle?" She spoke to the mirror. A twinge of mist floating around it.

"Yes?"

"Oh Hoggle!"

"Why Sarah, look at you! You are going to be Queen after all?"

"Yes, I'm Queen tonight for my school play. What do you think?" Sarah spun in her costume. Her raven tresses were woven into braids with flowers throughout.

She'd let her hair grow very long. Her dress was as light as a cloud. It was yards of pale pastels in pinks and purples floating around her legs. The bodice was corseted and tight to reveal her grownup womanly curves.

"You've grown to be a real looker. He'd be a real fool to let you go again"

"Who Hoggle?" Sarah's heart clenched.

Hoggle fidgeted. "um, well. You know metaphorical speaking or something…"

A knock on Sarah's dressing room door frightened them both. "Bye Hoggle! And thank you!"

Hoggle waved and was gone.

"Come in!" Sarah yelled.

A head popped in "Two minutes till curtain dear" said Brenda, her favorite professor and director of the show.

"alright" Sarah's voice croaked.

The door opened all the way. "You alright, dearie? Not losing your voice are you?" Brenda came in and sat down on a chair next to Sarah.

"yes, just my mind started wandering to old memories."

"ah that lost love of yours again, right?" Brenda turned out to be one of Sarah's closest confidantes. Sarah had told her some of her story of the Labyrinth, or at least this guy she'd fallen madly for. But she never gave specifics or his name.

"How do you always know when it's about him?" Sarah sighed heavily.

"Your eyes look far away, and your voice becomes a whisper. Now get up and go use those deep emotions of yours on the stage!" She patted Sarah on the shoulder. "But of course remember if you and your long lost lover are meant to be, like all good star crossed lovers you will meet again." She finished with a wink and walked out the door.

Sarah giggled, she hoped that was true. She also felt "Star-crossed lovers" was beyond perfect to describe them. Her heart swelled as the words to his song came back to her "I'll leave my love between the stars" She closed her eyes a brief second and walked out the dressing room door.

The play was going perfectly. Sarah loved this tale most of all.

But it was when she got to the second act that the air started to undeniably tingle with magic.

Sarah's head swam. But being a good actress she kept in character.

Breathing deeply she began her line. "Then I must be thy lady: but I know When thou hast stolen away from fairy land,..."

She turned toward the audience for effect when she saw something that threw her off. Way in the back of the auditorium was a figure barely visible against the cruel stage lights. But her heart sang. It was him. She could see the tall shape in an outlandish sparkling jacket. His blond spikey hair shone in the dim lights at the back of the room. How could she finish when all she wanted to do was run to him?

Somehow she managed. Her eyes kept drifting over to his form. He was still there. It was the end where everyone went on stage for final bow.

She heard a lot of noise from that area of the room but couldn't be sure as the full stage lights washed out her sight of him.

As soon as she stepped off the stage she took off running. Ignoring all the well-wishers and people waiting to talk to her she ran full speed.

She made it to where she had seen him and he was gone. There was an identifiable path of sparkles on the ground where he'd stood. Laughing and nearly crying she searched everywhere.

But he was gone. Why on earth (and underground) would he come just to have left her that quickly?