Hey Everyone! Starting a new story and you can guess the plot line. But anyway read and review! I love to hear from ya! Anyway if I haven't done things the right way, like Jareth's father for instance, believe me when I say that this is my story I can do it anyway I want okay?

Hoggle scurried around a corner of the castle; heading for the place he hated most. Hoggle walked into chambers gloomily lit and into another chamber connected to the first one, where a tall, pale skinned man stood before a table mixing two containers of pink and purple color, before pouring the weird bubbling, now gray, mixture into a goblet of juice, Hoggle assumed to be his from lunch. "Didn't yer mother tell ya not to play with yer food?" Hoggle asked tartly, looking with suspicion on the now smoking juice. The man jumped, causing the entire mixture to fall to the stone floor with a clang, black juice spilling out of the fallen goblet. The man said, "Now look Hogdork, you made me lose my experiment." He waved his black leather encased hand and made the mess disappear. He then stretched lazily, and walked into the other room, heading for the black overstuffed chair, whereupon reaching it; he dropped into it with an irritated sigh, swinging long legs over one armrest while his head dropped back onto the opposite one and looked at the ceiling. The man was about five ten, with dark brown, almost black hair, cut into feathered layers around his pale face and teased in the 80's way that was the high fashion in men that year. A thin pink scar ran horizontal with his left eye and when he closed his green eyes, the scar met from the edge of his eyelid to the start of his high cheekbones. He was dressed in a ruffled brown tunic that reached his knees, black breeches, and a pair of black, with a little bit of a heel, boots, to make him seem taller.

"The king is on his way and ya better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning. He's as mad as a giant with a hurt ear…" Hoggle had followed him and now stood in front of the chair, scowling at the man before him.

The man grinned at Hoggle, and showing more teeth than necessary, he raised his gloved hands, black, sparkling magic surrounded his hands. He remarked in a sarcastic voice, "Ooo, I quiver in fear." Hoggle backed away in alarm as the man got up and the black magic stretched toward the dwarf.

"What're ya doin'? HEEELLLPPP!" Hoggle was lifted into the air by an invisible hand.

" James," came a deep commanding voice from the doorway. James looked over his shoulder at a man leaning against the doorframe. "drop him." The man came forward dressed in gray breeches, a white ruffled tunic, black boots, and a red surcoat. (He's basically the splitting image of Jareth.)

"Just right timing yer majesty." Hoggle said, face slowly turning red, from James having the dwarf turned upside down. James shrugged and dropped his hands, making Hoggle fall to the floor with a thump.

James turned around, arms wide in a mocking hug like gesture. "Why if it isn't my big brother descended from on high to mingle with the commoners."

"Angela and I did not see you at the presentation of Jareth this morning." The king crossed his arms, looking at James for an explanation.

James threw his hand against his head in mock despair. "That was today? Oh, I feel just awful!" he grabbed the drape, closed against the bright sun of the Labyrinth, and threw them open, the rusty brass rings scraping onto the equally rusty brass bar that the curtains were hung on. Hoggle covered his ears in protest. "It must have slipped my mind." James said turning back around, examining his gloved nails.

Hoggle announced, "As slippery as yer mind is, as the king's brother, ya should have been first in line!"

James leaned in making Hoggle back up once again, incase James wanted to hang him by his toes next. "Well I was first in line. Until the little faebrat was born."

The king leaned in as well. "That faebrat is my son, and your future king." He stated, green eyes met blue ones as the king forced James upright again with his intense gaze.

"Oh, I should practice my curtsy." James mocked, making a disrespectful bow, he turned back toward his workroom.

"Don't turn your back on me, James." The king warned, planting fisted hands on hips, a frown on his pale face.

James turned back around and said in a condescending tone, "Oh no, Jared. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me."

Jared shot a beam of sparkling red magic past James ear, shattering a jar behind him. "Is that a challenge?!" Jared roared, hand encased in sparkling red magic.

James shook his finger at Jared as the king lowered his hand. "Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you."

Hoggle muttered, "Pity why not?"

James over heard him. "Because when it comes to brains, I've the fae share. But when it comes to brute strength," he looked at the still frowning Jared. "I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the dream pool." He walked back into his workroom and closed the door.

Jared and Hoggle left James' rooms and head down the hall. "There's one in every family sire," Hoggle said in consolation, then he thought a moment, and said, "two in mine actually, and they always manage to ruin special occasions"

Jared shook his head in irritation. "What am I going to do with him?" he asked out loud in exasperation.

Hoggle answered with a smile, "He'd make a handsome wall hanging. We'd have to gag 'im course,"

"Hoggle!" Jared said in surprise at the dwarf's comment trying not to smile.

Hoggle continued on as if he had never even heard the king's exclamation. "And when he gets dirty, you can take him out and beat him." Jared threw back his head and laughed loudly all the way down the rest of the hall.