A/N: I do not own Labyrinth or its characters/ plots/ settings. If I did, I would be incredibly rich and have David Bowie in my phonebook. Anyways, this is my first fic, so enjoy!

Sarah's eyelids fluttered open in her restless sleep. Ever since her return from the labyrinth, she hadn't been able to get the image of the cruel but beautiful Jareth from her mind. The way he had looked at her: with caring, pity, slight confusion… and lust. His eyes had drawn her in, and now his face haunted her memories, never leaving her to sleep in peace.

Sarah stared up at her ceiling, her mind working endlessly. She threw back the covers and sat at the edge of her bed, holding her face in her hands. She stood up and walked to her closet. Sarah's mind worked as she took out jeans and a poet's shirt. The very same, in fact, as she had worn that fateful day to the labyrinth. When dressed, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Leaving no room for thought, she spoke. "Goblin King, I need you!"

A wind kicked up, seemingly from nowhere. Sarah was strangely relieved, smiling as she watched the windows blow open, similar to what had occurred in her parents' bedroom. The majestic, terrifying vision of Jareth appeared before her. As usual, he was covered in glitter. He looked down at Sarah, whose face was a vision of… was it bliss?

"You called?" he asked coldly, irked to have been disturbed, especially by the one who he had done so much for, who had pushed him away. But he was relieved of the burden in his heart after she had left. His face was the image of anger, but his emotion was exactly the opposite.

Sarah recoiled at the anger at his face. Hers turned red as she couldn't say anything in response. Jareth smirked, knowing her reason without even having to ask. His gloved hand brushed her cheek, and her heart stopped for a beat.

"I think you know," Sarah murmured, her voice completely lost. She stared into his mismatched eyes, love shining through. She moved closer to Jareth, his eyes sparkling. She leaned upwards towards his face…

--X—x—X--

"YAAAHHH!!"

A shriek woke Jareth from his dream. Those goblins were a nuisance most of the time. He lay in his large bed, staring up at the ceiling. 'Damn this recurring dream and what it brings,' he thought, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. He stood up suddenly, disoriented by the movement. He needed to see her; she was driving him crazy without even realizing it. He had to do it now; otherwise, he'd never be able to sleep again.

It was now or never, and now seemed much better than never.

--X—x—X—

Sarah was leaving the house at seven o'clock in the morning, sneaking quietly past her sleeping parents and brother. Closing the door quietly behind her, she ran out, back to the park where she usually recited her poetry and literature. It was a relief to be able to leave the house and take time for herself.

She seated herself on the grass and began to think. She wanted to write her own story for once. She was tired of reading other people's creations and not being able to live them herself. She began talking to herself with ideas, softly, but still audible.

"I could write about... him…" she mused softly, staring at the ground. But he had been so cruel, so… passionate about hurting her. Why should she? "Yeah! Why should I write about Jareth? What's he ever done that should make me want to?" she exclaimed, irritated, suddenly.

"What haven't I done, Sarah?" The cold voice made Sarah whip around. It was him.