[I do not own "Labyrinth" or any of its wonderful characters. They all belong to Jim Henson and his crew. No copyright intended. Do not read if you are under 18. There is some adult content matter like bills and taxes. That's what adults do right? I don't consider myself an adult so I'm not too sure what they do in their free time. Do you think they play Scrabble? Hmmm. . . I suppose that's a question for another day. On with the story!

Chapter 1: Mother's Warning

Cobwebs were draped like curtains on every window in the castle. A sheet of dust covered all the doodads and thingamabobs. The walls were soaked with dirty mustard stains. This place was filled with greasy hairy little goblins, yet no one would ever guess that. Despite its many occupants, the fortress still felt empty. This loneliness oozed through every crevice to create an atmosphere that can make the happiest man feel melancholy. Goblins were typically known for causing mayhem, but in here they walked with their head low. It was as if they were spirits roaming around a deserted house. Food had been becoming scarce for the creatures, and one finally built up the courage to do something about it.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"What is it?" a dark voice roared in a way that made it feel more like a threat rather than a question.

"Me would like to speak wit' your royal heinie. If me allowed to, that is," a stubby goblin responded.

"This better be important." Just then, the large door opened in front of the being. There, in the darkest dustiest room in the castle, behind a large wooden desk, sat Jareth the Goblin King. He lounged sideways on his chair; one leg was on the armrest, the other on the floor. His eyes were weary, his hair was wild, and his chin was prickly. Jareth wore a half-unbuttoned white shirt with a coffee stain and tight grey pants. For a second, his eyes were focused on the crystal ball the quickly flashed to the nearly sniveling being at his door. He wondered why a goblin would come in his office so late at night. "Well?" in a rushing tone.

"They not be much food in the king'om sir. Me and the other goblins sure be hungry."

"And?" the king retorted with one eyebrow raised.

"We was wondering if you gonna supply us wit' food, is all," the goblin did not meet the king's intense gaze.

"Ah," the king nodded, "In order to get food, you need money. In order to get money, you need to work. Our kingdom's main export is wine, yet you and your other disgusting creatures refuse to make it. Tell me, how is that my problem?" He gritted his teeth as he awaited a response. The goblin's eyes began to swell, and its lip quivered like a toddler who had just been scolded. Jareth suddenly stood up as the goblin cowered in fear.

The creature spoke up, "After the girl beat the Labyrinth, you breaked all the barrels. We try to fix 'em up, but it not worked. We try to ask you, but your heinie doesn't listen to us no more. We can only store a little wine in things we find in the castle." Jareth flung the crystal ball at the small creature. It scurried off as the glass ball shattered behind it. He began throwing anything he saw in his path. His nails dug into his desk as he tried to calm himself. How dare that goblin mention her! It has been nearly 25 years since she defeated him, yet she has been on his mind every moment since. Jareth needed no reminder of what she had done.

He had become obsessed with her. Every night he would watch her through his crystal ball. Her life had become his favorite soap opera. She had become a theatre arts teacher at a high school, and was now married with three children. The husband was a customer service representative named Roberto. Roberto was a dark, smooth, and clean cut man. They were infatuated with each other ever since they first met at a supermarket. Their first child was a clever 20 year-old college student named Luna. The girl had just come back from her college for winter break. She looked almost exactly like her mother except for her caramel skin. Dillon was her middle child who was 15 years-old. He was a small spunky young man with black hair spiked in every direction. The boy was not too bright and got in trouble often. The last child was a one year-old named Howie. He was calm and affectionate babe with piercing green eyes.

Jareth felt conflicted when he watched them. Part of him was upset that she was content with life, while he was completely miserable. Another part wanted her to be happy because she deserved it. The last and the strongest part of him wanted to be in Roberto's shoes. The king wanted to kiss her every morning before she went to work and every night when she came home. Jareth wanted to help the children make her breakfast in bed on Mother's Day. He wanted to snuggle up with her on cold nights while drinking that drink they called hot cocoa. It had saddened him when he had offered her his world, and she turned it down. Royalty from all over the Underground have tried to pressure him into marriage; however he did not want anyone but her. The Goblin King held out the crystal ball to see her again.

"Sarah! Babe, I need you!" Roberto yelled.

"I know," Sarah chuckled, "But what for?"

"I can't find my dress socks," he pouted.

"It's on the second drawer on the left. I swear you'd lose your head if it wasn't attached." He laughed as he wrapped his arms around his wife. She gave him a quick peck on the lips. Dillon walked into their room, and Luna followed holding the babe. They were all dressed in pajamas getting ready for bed.

"Hey, cool it guys! I don't want you to come back with another baby. Howie is enough of a handful as it is," Dillon warned.

"Speaking of handfuls, are you sure you will be able to watch them for a week?" Sarah asked.

"We'll be fine. Don't worry," Luna smiled reassuringly, "Just have a good time at Uncle Toby's wedding." Dillon picked up a small red book off his mother's cabinet. He looked at it questioningly.

"Hey mom, what's this?" he held out the book. Sarah's eyes left her husband's tie and went straight to the booklet.

"Don't touch that!" She screamed in horror, "Put it back! Put it back!" All eyes were suddenly set on her. Dillon put it on the cabinet. "It was a gift; I don't want you to ruin it. Now promise you won't go near that book again." He nodded though he did not understand why. Roberto finished his tie and started to put on his socks in silence. The three young ones left the room in a similar fashion. They went downstairs to the living room to watch television, while their parents got ready to leave. Roberto and Sarah went down with their luggage.

"Luna, Abuela said to call her if you need anything. There's money for emergencies in the top drawer in the kitchen. I also filled your car with gas in case you need to go anywhere," Roberto explained.

"Don't go having any crazy parties," Sarah joked.

"We were going to have one as soon as you left. We got a DJ and everything," Luna teased.

"Well, make sure you leave a good tip. I love you Mija," Roberto kissed Luna on the forehead, "I love you Dillon, and you too my little angel." He tickled Howie and hugged Dillon.

"Okay we got to go. Behave!" Sarah shot a look to Dillon, "I love you guys. Call us if anything. Bye!"

"Bye! Can you say bye to Mommy and Daddy, Howie? Say bye-bye," Luna asked the babe in a squeaky voice. As soon as the door closed, Howie started to scream. Luna gently rocked the baby while heading to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator to get his bottle. His crying quickly subsided. "Is this what you wanted, my handsome prince?" He nodded with enthusiasm as she handed him the bottle. The three of them went to their parent's room to put the baby in his crib.

"So, why do you think Mom flipped out when I touched the book?" Dillon wondered aloud. Luna shrugged as she put the babe on the bed to change his diaper. "Do you think it's some kind of sex book?"

"Dillon! That's disgusting!" She yelled and startled the baby, "Sorry, Howie."

"Wanna read it?"

"Mom said no."

"Luna, come to the dark side," he chuckled as he took out the book. "'Labyrinth' sounds erotic."

"A labyrinth is a maze, Dillweed," She snapped. Dillon ignored his sister's comment and began skimming the book. He found a page that was slightly bent with words that were barely scratched out.

"'I wish the goblins would come and take you away right now.' What kind of nonsense is this? Why won't she let us read a book about goblins?" he questioned. Luna picked up the babe and rolled her eyes.

Jareth eyes lit up at the boys words. He smiled because Dillon technically summoned him to the Aboveground. Even if he had done unknowingly, it still counted. Maybe the king could have Sarah after all. She would come to rescue the babe as she did before, but this time he could make her to stay. He could make her love him. She could leave her husband, and then she would belong to him. The king magically changed into his most intimidating attire. He called upon his most trusted goblins to come with him to see Sarah's children.

Luna heard a sound in the room. She held the baby closer to her as she looked around. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Dillon listened for the noise.

"It sounded like someone was cackling." He seemed puzzled and tried to locate the source of the noise as well. Just then, an owl flew through their parent's closed window. Luna let out a shriek, and the baby began to cry. She rocked the baby trying to get him to drink his milk and calm down.

"H-h-how the h-h-hell did it do that?" Dillon stammered.

"How should I–" She paused as the owl began to the shape of a man. The siblings held each other closely as they gazed at the man in fear. He had wild blonde hair, and mismatched eyes. He was dressed in a loose dark blue shirt with a black armored vest that exposed his chest and a large pendant hanging from his neck. His pants and cape were made entirely of black leather. They were all terrified.

"Why hello," the man smirked. His voice was dark, deep, and deviant.

"W-w-who are you?" Dillon tried to sound menacing, but it did not faze the man.

"Jareth, the Goblin King," he answered, "Now I believe you summoned me to take care of a baby problem." Luna shot him a glare, and tightened her grip on the baby. "It's alright, my dear. I'll give you anything you want in return. Just hand over the babe."

"No." She scared herself a bit when she said that.

"I cannot leave without him, I am afraid. Dillon called upon me so I must finish my duty in order to leave. I assure you, I do have ways of getting what I want. Some of those ways are pleasant, some of them not so much." Dillon looked at the book, now understanding his mother's warning.

"Dillon, you are an idiot!" Luna bellowed.

"How was I supposed to know?" Dillon shouted.

"Mom told you not to touch it, but you just had to. Didn't you?"

"If I may interject," Jareth sounded annoyed, "I'd like to collect the babe and leave as soon as possible. I have things to attend to." Howie dropped his bottle and began to wine. He wanted his mother as much as he wanted the scary man to go away. His sister just continued rocking him. The king looked at the babe. Out of fear he buried his head in his sister's chest. The baby fell asleep soon afterwards.

"I have an alternate proposal." She asked.

"I'm listening."

"Could you take me instead?"

Jareth played around with the idea a bit. Though she would be of more use than a baby, she was also very smart and calculating. He knew he could not trust her alone. "Nobel, but no dice. I came here for a babe, though I am willing to compromise. If you would like, I can take the three of you. So you can keep an eye on your precious babe and escape the wrath of your mother. Otherwise, I would really hate to be in your shoes when she finds out that her baby is gone because of your brother's idiocy."

"Don't listen to him, Luna. I can take him!" Dillon put his fists up.

"Stop being stupid, Dillon. A girl half your size kicked the snot out of you." She rolled her eyes.

"She had supernatural strength," he defended himself.

"And he doesn't? He transformed from an owl to a man, for God sakes!" She whispered angrily so she would not disturb the baby. Jareth had always found their bickering amusing as he watched them through the crystal ball. Hearing this in person was a different story entirely. He was beginning to get a headache, so he shushed them.

"What is your decision then?" Jareth questioned.

"All of us will go," Luna stated. She did not want to leave the baby alone with this crazed man.

"Excellent," he groaned sarcastically. The king had already regretted giving them that option. "I do not want to hear you two arguing the whole time, is that clear?" They nodded in agreement. The older siblings jumped up as they saw little goblins approaching them. "Hold them," Jareth commanded. They began to attach themselves to Dillon. He tried to fight them off, but it was no use. Luna instinctively buried Howie and herself into the king's arms for protection. Jareth rubbed her shoulders and smiled. "They are relatively harmless, my darling. They will not hurt any of you. They will just restrain you from trying any funny business. I am the one you should fear. What you did is a bit like running from a spider and into a lion's den."

Luna looked at him as if she did not believe him. "Lions are powerful, and majestic creatures, while spiders are just plain icky. Excuse me if I choose the former over the latter."

Jareth held the girl's chin in his hand. "Flattery will get you nowhere, my love. However if you do prefer my company as opposed to theirs, you have the option to stay in my arms." She was a clever girl indeed; the king could tell already that she was trying to get on his good side. Her cheeks reddened, as he kissed the top of her head and let go of her chin. She nodded as she stared at the goblins stuck to Dillon.

"Don't I get an alternative?" Dillon yelped in desperation.

"No."

"Why the hell not?!" the boy screamed.

"If my memory serves me right, as I am sure it does, you tried to pick a fight with me earlier. I also do not want the goblins to feel like they came here for nothing," Jareth snapped. Just then, all the walls from their parent's room vanished. They could faintly see the outlines of the labyrinth in the night sky. In Jareth's free hand, a crystal ball appeared. He dropped it on the floor, and it became a purple carriage with two Pegasus. The king motioned for Luna to enter first. He quickly followed her. The goblins detached themselves from Dillon so he could go in the carriage. They surrounded him as soon as he sat down.

When the carriage lifted from the ground it had startled the older siblings. It was not long before they could all feel the bite of the cold night air. Sarah's children could feel it the worse because they were barefoot and still in their sleepwear. Jareth saw Dillon's teeth chatter and decided to give him his cape. The boy looked as if he was going to say something, but decided against it. He just glared at him for some time afterward. Jareth rubbed Luna's shoulder that was farthest from him so the friction would keep them both warm. She leaned her head on his chest while he ran his other hand through Howie's dark hair. The girl was obviously trying to get Jareth to think that she liked him. So, he decided he would play along.

Dillon felt uncomfortable watching his sister snuggle up to this strange man. He would have expected her to fight him, or start begging or crying for their freedom. It seems like she had just given up and decided to go with the flow. She even allowed Jareth to touch the baby's hair. He was having a hard time biting his tongue, but he knew she would just tell him to shut his mouth if he spoke. Dillon looked at her as if to see what she was thinking. Luna did not look back; she seemed to be looking down at the king's lap. He returned his gaze to Jareth. "It is incredibly rude to stare," Jareth smirked.

"Sorry," They both whispered in unison. Luna bit down hard on her lip as she met the man's eyes.

"I was talking to Luna," Jareth chuckled darkly. He moved his hand from the babe's hair to lightly stroke the side of Luna's face. Dillon looked at Jareth's lap to see what Luna was staring at. The boy was upset to see that it was most likely the noticeable bulge in the man's pants. Dillon could not believe what was happening. He hoped that his sister did not fine this guy attractive. That hope was crushed when he heard her giggling as Jareth whispered in her ear.

"Are we there yet?" Dillon complained. The king placed a small kiss on the girl's ear. Then he pushed the curtain in the carriage aside to see out the window.

"We should be landing shortly. When we get off the goblins will escort you to your rooms."

"Our rooms?" he questioned.

"Unless you prefer the dungeon," Jareth raised an eyebrow, "Luna will share a room with the baby, and you will get one of your own. There will be guards in front of your doors as you sleep. Do not think about escaping because I will catch you. If you behave, your time here will be pleasant. If you do not– let's just say behaving is your only option." The carriage began to shake and plummet to the ground. When the carriage reached a stopping point, Jareth exited the vehicle. He took the baby so Luna could get out of the carriage. Dillon and the goblins followed.

The siblings shivered when they saw the castle. It looked like something out of an old black and white horror film. They half expected to see lightning in the background. Jareth passed Howie back to his sister, and put his arm around her. The boy handed Jareth back his cape. Two goblins held on to Dillon's legs like a koala in a tree. They walked into the castle. The inside was even more frightening. It looked abandoned to them. Dillon saw Luna whispering something in Jareth's ear this time. He had gotten even more furious when the king laughed. "Not tonight, my love, I am too tired," Jareth yawned.

"Too tired for what?" Dillon asked in an accusatory tone. Even though he asked he was not sure if he wanted to know the answer. The thought his sister trying to sleep with the king made him sick to his stomach.

"If she wanted you to know she would have addressed you," The king answered, "Please let go of the boy's legs and show them to their rooms. I will have a crib sent to your room shortly, Luna. I will also send a change of clothes and toiletries for the both of you." The king reached for Luna's hand and kissed it. "Goodnight, my love," he kissed her once more on the cheek.

"Goodnight," She smiled as she fiddled with one of Jareth's strands of blonde hair, "I'll miss you." The girl pouted her lips in a very innocent yet seductive way. Jareth retrieved the strand of hair from hair and gazed at her for a moment.

"I will miss you too. Off to bed now," The king said as he walked away. One of the goblins pulled on Dillon's pant leg to guide him to his room. Luna followed the other goblins to her room. The rooms were adjacent to each other. Dillon's room was dark blue on the walls with black flooring. There was a black dresser and an open door that led to a bathroom on the upper right corner. He had a full-sized black canopy bed with dark blue sheets. The boy lay in his bed and tried to gather his door. Luna sat on her bed waiting for the crib to arrive. Her walls were a washed-out pink color with some sort of faded design. The rug was soft and white. She had a white queen-sized canopy with pink sheets. She had a dresser and a bathroom just like Dillon. The goblins knocked on the door and she opened it. Two goblins rolled in the crib. Another two brought in clothes and toiletries like the king had said. She thanked them as they left the room. Luna placed Howie in the crib and tucked him in.

The girl intended to walk to the bathroom, but she collapsed on the floor. She put her head against the wall, and started crying softly. Everything that happened hit her like a brick all of a sudden. She could not believe that her parents were not even gone half an hour, and she managed to get them kidnapped. Luna felt like the worse sister on earth. Fear, sadness, and frustration clouded her mind. She held her knees to her chest as if she was trying to keep her heart from coming out.

"Luna?" Dillon whispered through the wall.

"Yes," she said trying to seem like she was not crying, but failed miserably.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she answered, "Just a little overwhelmed right now."

"You sure did not seem overwhelmed when you were flirting with the man who kidnapped us," he argued. Luna began speaking Spanish so no one would understand them if they were listening. She told him about a woman who escaped her kidnapper on the news. Her abductor kept her locked in his basement with other girls. Instead of kicking and screaming, the woman was very sweet to the man. He eventually trusted her to go out in public with him. The man was so convinced that she loved him, he let her go visit her parents alone. That is when she called the cops and saved the others. Dillon asked her in Spanish if she was trying to seduce Jareth into letting them go.

"It's worth a shot," she told him.

"Luna," Dillon hesitated as if he was not sure if he should ask his question or not, "What did he whisper to you in the carriage?"

"I don't think you really want to know."

"Just tell me."

She hesitated then sighed, "Jareth said that he should have taken me up on my offer earlier to take me instead of the baby. He said if we were alone in the carriage he would've ravished me right then and there." Dillon's stomach churned at that. He found that his hate for this man nearly doubled.

"What did you to whisper to him in the hallway?"

"I asked if I could stay in his bed tonight," She told him with her shame very apparent in her voice.

Dillon gasped, "You can't be serious about sleeping with this guy."

"Goodnight, Dillon," She dismissed her brother. Dillon walked away from the wall, and threw himself on the bed. He could not believe that his sister would even consider this. Yes, they needed to escape, but there had to be a better way. The boy planned on finding that way.

Jareth was watching their entire conversation through his crystal ball. It was amusing to see Dillon get so upset about the possibility of Luna and him sleeping together. The king had no desire for the girl whatsoever; he just liked playing mind games with her. Though the girl's thoughts did not concern him too much, he was still curious about what she was saying to Dillon in that language that their father spoke. Jareth decided he would not lose sleep over it, and began to think about Sarah. He had a week in Aboveground time, before Sarah and Roberto returned from Toby's wedding. The king had a lot to do to prepare for Sarah's arrival. He also had to keep her children entertained and out of trouble. If she saw that he had treated them well, she might be more willing to be his bride.