Hey all. This is my first EVER fic, so I hope it's OK. It's a work in progress so I have no idea how it is going to turn out. Constructive criticism welcomed-I do after all need to learn! Hope you enjoy it and please check back for updates! Thank you.

DISCLAIMER: Sadly, much as I wish I did, I do not own the Gorgeous Goblin King. Neither do I own any of the other characters form the film Labyrinth. They all belong to Jim Henson and George Lucas. Any other characters in this story are the creations of my own mind. This story is for enjoyment purposes only and no profit will EVER be made from it (sadly).

Rating: PG for now-some mild language. MAY increase later.

01/09/02: Made some small adjustments to the first 2 chapters and added a third-hope you enjoy and please R&R =D

Worlds Apart, Lives Entwined

"But PLEASE! You can't take him away from me, he's my brother-I didn't know-"

"Ignorance is hardly an excuse little girl," sneered the goblin King with his usual air of disinterest, interrupting her mid rant.

"You said the words, you failed the task, the child is mine-and don't you dare say that pathetic phrase!" Jareth's half smile was firmly in place as he awaited the inevitable

"It's not FAIR!" From the pathetic girl in front of him. The sniveling child who said the words and once again wasted the king's time. This one had proven to be even less entertainment than the last. Yet again he had another goblin to add to his collection, and yet again the girl hadn't even passed beyond the outer walls.

"Go home child. Go home and forget all that happened here. Your world will resolve and all will be well. Go now, there is nothing left for you here."

"NO!" she cried as she faded from the labyrinth, her last vision that of the proud majestic King holding her baby brother.

"Well then, what shall we do with you hmm? I just bet you'd love to become one of my faithful goblins," chuckled Jareth and with a click of his fingers, a newly turned Goblin lay at his feet. The Goblin looked up at him, disturbed at the leer the Goblin King was giving him. He decided it was far safer to go off and find the other goblins, memories of his past on earth fading fast. As the goblin hurried off, the familiar sneer left Jareth's handsome face. He simply got no joy from visitors any more. Ever since SHE beat him at his own game things seemed boring. Oh he could still play the mysterious, commanding, masterful enemy role, but he did not live the role. He felt a certain emptiness. No matter how he tried to convince himself that Sarah had meant nothing to him, even he could not ignore the very fact that he had offered her everything he owned, everything he was to be with her. And she had refused him. Yet still she haunted his dreams. But now the face her saw in the night was not the youthful, innocent face he so loved, but the face of someone growing tired of life-and much as he hated to admit it, this disturbed him. Why could he not be rid of her? Sighing he surveyed his kingdom.

"Oh to feel the thrill of a challenge," muttered Jareth dejectedly under his breath. Yes, a good challenge would help clear his mind, however no one offered him a challenge anymore. With his thoughts lingering on a certain young woman he walked back to his castle, putting on his air of commander and ruler, looking every bit like the king he was. Except this king was gradually falling apart.

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"ARGH!" screamed Sarah as once again her blaring alarm clock woke her from her dream filled sleep. More and more she had been dreaming of the labyrinth, and more particularly Jareth. She hated him, with everything she had. He nearly took her brother away from her, nearly killed her and forced her to spend several months in therapy to try to forget him. Now 21 she had spent the last two years free of the haunting dreams that had plagued her. The visions of ghostly owls shifting form to a beautifully sculpted body-like a creation from Greek mythology. Jareth still persuing her in her sleep where he had failed in the labyrinth. So why all of a sudden was she dreaming again. Shaking her head in annoyance she got out of her crumpled bed and made her way to the bathroom. "God I look terrible!" she moaned, wishing bed hair was not quite so frightening. AND she had an audition today. For Sarah had followed her desire to become an actress, despite the warnings of her father and his wife. She had been stubborn to the last and for the last two years had had various small roles, but nothing ever was fulfilling. She loved fantasy, but had already played out the ultimate one so many years before. Maybe this role would be her lucky break. Heading back into her room to get dressed her gaze lingered on her bookshelf. There in the centre lay the book she had hidden years ago. The little red book she swore never to look upon again.

"How the HELL did this get here," she thought. Well, obviously her brother had found it and put it on her shelf right? Yes, that had to be the explanation. She picked the book up and caressed the front, her mind drifting to that dream like day all those years ago. Unwanted a small smile played on her lip as she remembered dancing with Jareth in the ball room. For that one second she had felt wanted, worshipped, needed. Blinking, she placed the book back on the shelf. She could handle it now afterall. Looking on her clock and swearing when she saw the time, she puled on her clothes and rushed out the front door to catch the bus. Maybe this time things would work out.

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"DAMN IT!" swore Sarah under her breath. Yet again she had been passed over for a role. And she had thought she would be perfect for this one. However since spying that book this morning, and thinking about the dream she had had in the night, she found it hard to concentrate. She had forgotten lines, and any character profiling she had prepared was thrown out of the window. Hell, he had ruined things for her again!

She hated her life-21 and still living at home, no real source of income and a not particularly successful acting career. Sometimes she just wished she could escape to a better place. A place where things could have meaning for her, where she could have direction, a mission, anything but the dreary day to day life she led right now.

"Hell, even the labyrinth would make a change!" she thought, which of course led her thoughts to turn to Jareth. That mad man who she hated so much. But despite her hatred, she was aware that a small part of her was intrigued by him and maybe even liked him. After all, he had strength, character and he most defiantly had a personality-unlike any of her boyfriends. Shaking her head she pulled herself from her reverie with one last thought on her way back to her dreary life, "Oh to have some excitement in my life..."

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"So, the Goblin King has finally met his match, and fallen in love as well- amazing!" stated Chance.

"Not really, there is after all someone for everyone, even if they come from different worlds," replied Fate.

"You always say that! The question is what do we do about it?" asked Chance with slight annoyance.

"Ah my dear friend, the question is what do YOU do about it, that is after all your line of work is it not?" chuckled fate. With a big

"HUMPH!" Chance turned back towards the viewing table depicting Jareth and Sarah, and waved his hand.

"There, things should get interesting now" he stated. Fate just nodded with a content smile. Oh yes, things would get VERY interesting!...