Hey, guys…. I'm Jareth-Newton, and I just joined Um. I like to write, and I like to think I'm relatively good at it, but I also like to think I can fly, and we know this is not the case. It usually bothers me to have to read letters from the writer, I'm just like "dude, get on with the freakin story, really!" but you know what? I'm doing it anyway. I guess that makes me a hippocrite…? Oh well. I think I misspelled hippocrite. Thank Something that this isn't being graded, or I'd already be screwskied. This is my first fanfic, so… be nice. Please? These are the puppy dog eyes that you can't see. If you could, I might just be truly frightened. The characters and many of the situations do NOT actually belong to me but to Jim Henson and the other guys that did labyrinth. I sadly was not any part of this operation.

Okay, well then… this thing starts when she first enters the labyrinth with Jareth the sexy- I mean goblin king. Um. So… ON WITH THE FANFIC!!!!!

Jareth-Newton

Oh, ps- please give criticism but not like "you suck! Never write again!" type criticism. Being told I suck isn't one of my many strange hobbies. Okay, so… enjoy!

Sarah looked over the expanse of maze, stretching in both directions as far as her eyes could see. At the center stood the huge castle, the twists and turns in the rock looking more organic than anything else. She could still feel the pressure of the Goblin King's hand on her shoulder, her his sultry whisper in her ear-

"Such a pity..." Sarah gritted her teeth. he thought he was so tough? huh.

"The Labyrinth..." she said aloud, if nothing more than to hear her own voice. "It doesn't look that far." She swallowed nervously. Not far at all. "Well, come on, feet." She set off down the orange hillside, avoiding the glitter-covered bushes and grass as best as she could. In this place, something could be anything else, alive or inanimate. She slipped a little on the loose, dusty soil, but finally reached the bottom of the hill and gazed up at the walls- they were smooth and gray and at least five times taller than she was. And she could see no way in. Still staring up, Sarah walked slowly back and forth. "There must be a way in somehow, there must be!" She turned back to where she had started and ran into something.

Or someone.

Someone tall and completely covered by a dark shapeless robe, not so much as a glint from his face (for it was most certainly a him) under the hood. He grunted, at the same time as Sarah shrieked.

"Watch where you're going!" The figure huffed. Sarah reddened. His voice sounded like nothing she had ever heard before, like honey poured over gravel, sweet and rough at the same time.

"I...I uh..." She stammered, fighting for breath. The figure snorted.

"Oh, so you're a fool as well as being blind, mmm? huh." Sarah's akwardness fled and was replaced by a surge of white-hot fury.

"Well, excuse me, but I do think that perhaps you MIGHT have been able to move as well!" She said hotly. The figure in the dark cloak chuckled.

"Ah, so you do have a voice. I think you might be less stupid than I thought. " The hood moved up and down as though the figure were looking at her. "Of course, maybe not so terribly smart. You're obviously a mortal and only foolish mortals find their way down here to the Underground."

"Oooh! You're horrible!" Sarah said, trying her very hardest not to stamp her foot.

"No I'm not, I'm Hoggle. And you are...?" The man mock-bowed.

"Sarah." Sarah snapped.

"And what do you want, miss Sarah?" The cloaked man asked, beginning to walk away.

"I want to get in," Sarah said, jogging to keep up with his loose stride.

"In where?"

"The door."

"What door?" Sarah stopped, flabbergasted.

"It's obviously no use asking you ANYTHING, is it?" She asked, exhasperated.

"Not if you ask the right questions," Hoggle replied serenely. This man was being so freaking difficult! She rushed forward and accidentally tripped on his cloak, falling on top of him and pulling the cloak off of his face. Sarah froze in shock.

"Jareth!"

After a moment, she shook her head. No, not Jareth, although he does look so very similar! He had Jareth's fine-boned aristocratic features and (by what she could feel of him through the cloak) the same wiry, willowy build. But Jareth's cornsilk hair was black instead on this man, and the eye that on Jareth was brown was a vivid purple. Those eyes were now looking at her furiously.

"What? What do you want?" Hoggle demanded. Sarah was once more struck by his beauty and could hardly speak.

"How do I get into the Labyrinth?" She finally gasped. The man's tight features relaxed into a heartrendingly beautiful smile.

"Ahhh!" he sighed, happily, "Right! You get in right there!" He pointed to a hole in the wall that Sarah was sure had not been there thirty seconds earlier. She shakily stood and approached the hole, Hoggle by her side as he readjusted his hood to once more cover his face. She looked first left then right. The one corridor seemed to stretch in either direction forever. No turns, no bends. Just straight. "So," Hoggle said cheerily, "Will you go left or right?" He leaned against a lichen covered wall as Sarah continued to stare at the two options.

"Which way would you go?" She asked finally. Hoggle snorted.

"Me? I'd turn my pretty little back on this Labyrinth and go home." Sarah's temper once more flared.

"You know, if that's all the help YOU'RE going to be, you can just leave!" She said furiously. Hoggle leaned forward, suddenly, his face right in hers.

"You know your problem?" He hissed. His breath smelled cool and sweet. "You take too much for granted. For instance: even if you make it to the center, you'll never get out again."

"That's your opinion," Sarah said stiffly.

"Well it's a lot better than yours!" Hoggle said pointedly. Sarah whirled.

"Thanks for nothing, Hogwart!" She snapped and waved goodbye.

"Don't you dare say I didn't warn you, Sarah!" Hoggle said forebodingly. "Just watch yourself. Jareth doesn't always play fair." Then he was gone, as though swallowed by the wall, and the hole at her back closed. Sarah was left alone in the Labyrinth, without a way to go. Or a way out.

Until the next time! Ciao!