A.N. - I've had this in my documents, sitting for some time and I thought I might as well see where the story led me. I don't own Labyrinth or any of the characters except those which I have made up for the story. Feel free to leave reviews!

The Laboratory

White walls, white linoleum, the white uniforms of the doctors and nurses. And if it wasn't white, it was the silver sheen of the medical table and tools. The woman currently sitting on said medical table contemplated her white dressing gown, if it could be called a gown, while playing with her dark tresses. Looking up, a mischievous spark entered her green eyes. With a wave of her hand, a slew of color saturated the bland room, from blues and greens, to reds, yellows, and everything in between. The colors didn't blend well at all, but the woman sighed in relief. She glanced down at her hand, reflecting on the last time she had used her limited power. "It's limited only because of this place," she bitterly thought.

Sarah Williams let her mind wander to a place she rarely let it, decades ago, when she was still young. Of course, she was still young, relatively speaking, and she hadn't physically aged either. But when she had just turned nineteen, that's when her powers began to manifest. At first it was easy enough to conceal what was happening, missing items were quickly replaced and messes cleaned up. It could not be kept a secret forever, this she had known, however she had made her first, and last, mistake in confiding to her parents. Parents were supposed to protect their children and help them in difficult situations, not throw them to the wolves. The wolves in this case being scientists who wanted to poke and prod her, trying to glean what they could. They were no closer to solving the mystery than they had been forty years ago.

She knew though. She knew without a doubt where her magic had come from. She wondered if the man responsible would have told her the consequences of refusing his offer if she had simply let him. She had been furious with him at first, blaming him for her fate. But as she thought about it, she had come to realize the fault, if any, had been hers. After all, it had been her thoughtless wish which had brought him into her life. Once she had accepted this fact, she began to fantasize about him rescuing her. Of course that was a ridiculous fantasy, because even if he had known about her situation, he had no power over her, and the full extent of what that meant had come slowly and inevitably. By the laws of magic, he wasn't allowed either contact with nor surveillance of her. And the only way she knew about the laws of magic was that a nice explanatory book (more like tomb) had suddenly appeared in her confinement room one day. After reading it, she had shrunk the thing so small that she was able to hide it behind a tile she pulled out of the wall. It was still there should she need it. She'd tried to escape, of course, but the tasers that the medical staff wore were strong and once they realized that electromagnetics kept her magic at bay, or at least in a weakened form, they had surrounded the wing of the center she resided in with a netting of it. She found that she needed to eat and drink just as if she were still human, so perhaps there was still some human within her, though she wasn't sure since her ears and teeth had become more pointed. She didn't have a reaction to any metals though, and she was thankful of that. She wondered if any magical or supernatural being was affected by iron or silver, like in the stories. If so, what did that make her? Or him for that matter? She thought of him much, mulling over the concept of calling him by name and whether doing such would actually summon him or if he would ignore her. The fear of the latter kept her from saying his name out loud. Perhaps it was foolish, for anyone in her position would surely try anything to escape. She had time though, and she wasn't quite ready to face that particular possible rejection.

Her wandering mind snapped back to the present when her sensitive ears picked up on activity headed her way. She quickly reverted her room back to the white walls, for if the doctors and nurses realized she could still perform magic, they would run even more tests on her. But as she sat waiting, the sounds didn't sound normal. There seemed to be some sort of unusual disturbance; shouts of alarm which quickly died down. Then it was silent, and she still waited. Then, the door to her room opened. In walked a young man, but he was obviously like her, with his wild blonde hair, turquoise eyes, and the pointed ears and teeth. His eyes landed on her and relief clearly spread over his face. "I've found you at last," he said, his voice smooth but holding an American accent.

She tilted her head in curiosity. "Do I know you? You certainly aren't HIM, but maybe he sent you?"

A sadness came over his features, but it was gone swiftly. "I had hoped you would remember me, but it has been some time. Who is this HIM you speak of, though?"

"Never mind, it doesn't matter. So is this a rescue, then?"

"Yes, though we should probably wait to speak later. The hospital staff will soon realize something is amiss." It was then that the woman noticed her rescuer wore a doctor's uniform. A chuckle escaped her mouth, the first in a long while. She nodded her head though, grabbed the book on magic from beneath the tile, and followed the man out into the hallway. They met no resistance, even when they approached the exit. As soon as the door was opened, a shrill siren of an alarm rang out.

"That might be a problem," the woman remarked casually.

A grin crossed the man's face as he answered, "Not to worry. We won't be here in a moment." He held onto her hand, made a couple of gestures with his other and soon a whirling space of motion appeared before them.

"Is that a portal?"

"Yes, it leads to the Underground."

"Where, exactly, will we come out at?" There was an air of apprehensiveness to the woman's voice, and the man wasn't sure why, but he knew that questions would have to wait.

"To where I live. Now we must go or they will surely catch us." Without further ado, they both stepped through.