A/N: I've posted here before, years ago when I was young and foolish and believed I could write - though I never did try a Labyrinth before. I do hope you enjoy. (And no, you shall never find out my super secret penname – that account will remain dead).

Edit: Fixed the mistakes in this chapter, finally.

Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, any songs or characters or such included in the movie. I wish I did, but alas, earwax.
(I had to…I just had to)

Chapter One: In Which Underhill Law is Broken

Jareth watched this newest mortal with amusement as she stumbled about the Labyrinth. Truly, this newest girl was beautiful, and resembled the last and only victorious mortal in her speech. Sarah. If it weren't for her brown hair and rather, curved frame, she might have been the same girl. However, she had a terrible sense of direction and trouble seemed drawn to her like a magnet. Currently she was only a hedge away from the entrance to the Goblin City, thought there was no way to actually get to it unless she scaled the walls.
She could see the castle from where she stood and Jareth smiled when she yelled in frustration. She'd never see her precious little dog again. Damn, did the thing smell. She rubbed the seat off her face with her long sleeve and leaned against a wall. Jareth chuckled when she fell through the illusion and screamed. However, when the string of curses he'd grown so used to hearing did not follow, he felt a tiny prick of concern worm it's way into his grin.
Honestly Sarah had ruined him. Even the goblins believed his malevolence was turning into something more akin to that of a Trickster. Jareth growled to himself a shrugged it off – not that a Goblin King shrugged, except to express contempt. More curious than anything, he turned to the crystal in his palm to see what became of the girl.
His crystal showed a pale, brown haired body lying limp in the hand of…well, The Hands. And then he felt it, just as he could feel anything inside his world. Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

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"Challengers do not die in the Labyrinth, Jareth."
"I am well aware of that, My Lord." It took all his strength not to hiss. Usually the High King of Underhill and he did just swimmingly. But this was Court, and not even the High King could show his cousin favor. Jareth did his best not to show his discomfort. I mean, the whole room practically glowed white, and kneeling before The Fox of Underhill, before all the fools and their masks. It was pointless.
"How does the child, then?"
"No change. Her color has returned and I've done all I can for her, besides send her Topside, but her challenge has been left incomplete."
"And what did she wish away?" The High King nodded when another petitioner entered the chamber, but returned his eyes to his cousin.
"A…dog, My Lord. A smelly, stinky urinating dog." Jareth stood and glared.

The High King snorted. As the High King, he was allowed such luxuries.
"Sionn," Jareth stepped closer to the dais, "Please. That beast of her's-"
"I can see your concern, Jareth, though you hide it well." Sionn smiled and leaned closer, "Never have I seen you so…annoyed cousin. Not since-"

"King! King!" A small, grubby looking creature bolted into the room, much to the horror of the Court ladies, chicken feathers trailing behind him. "King, Girl wakes!"
When the goblin realized he'd entered in the middle of petitions and interrupted the High King, his gray face blushed, even through the filth.

Sionn smiled, much to the horror of his valet and the rest of the Court.
"Continue, thane of the Goblin King."
" `Scuse, High King," he executed a sloppy bow, "but the Girl wakes!"
"Well then, as High King I believe it is up to me to apologize for both our sakes, cousin. And to assure that this mortal, what was her name?"
"The goblins have taken to calling her Fin."
"Yes. To assure that the laws of Underhill are maintained, I will journey back with you. Shall we fly?"

Sionn and Jareth shared a grin.
"Yes, my Lord, if it pleases."

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Fin did her best not to vomit again. The ugly little creatures smelled and one of them drooled, but they were very kind to her, and she really didn't want to ruin another set of sheets with bile. She leaned on her side, clutching at her stomach as the dry heaves came once again. One of the little creatures pressed something cold to her head. She could barely manage a 'Thank you' before she was gripping her stomach again. Really, the attacks had never been this bad before. Then again, it wasn't often she fell into a hole full of disembodied hands and woke up in a place she didn't know.

"Kripple." A small orange thing, looking like a feather duster appeared at her elbow. "Kripple," he insisted and tugged on her shirt.
"Not cripple. Just sick."
"No. Kripple." He tugged again and point at himself.
Fin tried to smile, but it she doubted it resembled one. "An interesting name. Who gave it to you?"
"King. King always giving names to us tricky ones. King good."

"Yeah, sure." Fin brushed her hair out of her face and focused on her breathing. Conversation, it seemed, was actually helping. Fin looked down to see she was wearing a white chemise that hung dangerously too low. And no bra. Wonderful. All she needed was for His Royal Tight Pants, King of the Glitter to poof into the room and see just how cold sweats affected her body.
"Kripple, where are my clothes?"

"Here." He tugged on the chemise and smiled at her.
That damn smile was infectious. "Yes I know, but the clothes I came here with."
"Gone gone. Terribly messy."

Fin sighed, "I was afraid of that." She took a moment to actually look around the room, ignoring her stomach muscles as they cramped once again. Tan colored stone walls, and tiny creatures – probably goblins, yes, he was the Goblin King – hid in what she assumed was a wardrobe. A small sitting chair tucked into the corner, and not a book or pair of jeans in sight.

Suddenly a small body jumped on her back.
"Fin! Fin, King is coming!"
Fin promptly leaned over the bed and heaved again.

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Sionn could hear the retching from down the hall. It made his insides twist. Jareth walked faster and Sionn tried to keep up.
"And she's been at this since she woke?"
"Yes, Kings. Sheets ruined. She apologized over and over."
Jareth reached for the door, but it opened for him and Kripple stood there shaking his head. "Not good, Kings. Fin not good."

Both walked into the room to find Fin sagged half way off the bed, bile dripping from her lips and her short hair was tangled into a nest. Sweat darkened the chemise and her arms were shaking as she tried to push her body fully on the bed.
Sionn stood and watched and Jareth moved to help. Girl? Like hell she's a girl.
"Don't touch me," she snapped. Then, "Please. Sorry for yelling, just…space. It will only get worse if you touch me."

Jareth backed off and frowned as she dragged her body back onto the bed. His eyes couldn't help but appraise her body – He was only Fae, wasn't he? – and his looks didn't go unnoticed. Fin pulled the thick coverlet up to her chin and glared him down.
"Pervert."
Jareth only grinned before motioning Sionn forward. "Lady Fin, this is my cousin, another King of Underhill."

Unconsciously Fin pushed farther back into the pillows and itched her nose (she was allergic to feathers). Unlike the Goblin King, this man was less angled and more boxy, with his dark hair, brown maybe, cut short at his shoulders. She imagined that is he let it grow longer it would curl.

Sionn was just watching her, and it took Jareth clearing his throat to catch his attention. "My name is Sionn. They tell me you are called Fin?"
It took all Jareth's will not to gap at his cousin. Their blood connection made knowing and speaking his name a simple thing between them, since blood knew blood. But names had power, devastating power when in the hands of mortals.

Fin nodded. "You may call me Fin." She looked back at Jareth, since he was safer. "I was wondering Goblin King, if I might have my dog back? I did make it to your castle." Fin tried to sit up more, but her arms shook. She resigned herself to slouching. "I would say the words – I know them – but I doubt I'm ready to go anywhere just yet."
Jareth's grin widened. "By Underhill law, I cannot allow a mortal to die in my Labyrinth. The moment you became in peril the challenge was set aside. We shall continue, once you are well."

"Fat chance of that," she murmured, and cleared her throat. "If it's all the same, I'd rather just take my dog and go. Please, Jareth. I know it hurts you, somehow, if I say the words. She told them to me, you know. In every story."
"What words? Who told you?"
Fin grinned and finally managed to sit straight up. "Sarah did. My cousin."