I don't own any Labyrinth or any of the characters. This is my first ever fic. Thought I would give it ago now that I have finished uni for the summer. I hope you enjoy :)

'I'm sorry but we simply don't have the time or money to implement the changes you're proposing!' Jareth seethed at the other end of the table. 'Maybe setting up a small council of goblins was a bad idea', he thought to himself, 'how on earth did a goblin even know about the economic state of the Labyrinth? It's only been a week since this was set up!'. Jareth had set up the council in order to placate the goblins, to give them something to do other than sit around and drink and sing and generally make the throne room look untidy. Since the council had been set up the goblins had kept clear of the throne room, too busy researching and attempting to groom their wisps of hair. Jareth had enjoyed the peace, but now he was realising that the Goblins had actually looked into the finances of the realm, and he was regretting his decision.

'Well I think that it's an extremely important part of Goblin welfare.' Jareth humoured the Goblin with a response. Knowing that although on the face of it the council was set up in order to include the Goblins in the decisions Jareth made for the realm, they all knew that he held ultimate power. 'If you're not prepared to help out your fellow goblins, then maybe you shouldn't be on this council at all' Jareth deadpanned at the small goblin sat opposite him. It visibly quaked. Trembling with fear as Jareth stared it down, neither saying a word. The other five goblins either looking from one to the other, or simply looking at the table top, pretending to not be witnessing the situation. Eventually the goblin cracked under Jareth's stare.

'I'm sorry Your Majesty! I do care! I do! I don't want my brothers and sisters to -' The Goblin stopped it's protestations as a second Goblin walked into the room and whispered in Jareth's ear. Jareth's face went white and his mouth set itself into a hard line. His fae eyebrows quirking up in surprise and confusion. 'I'm afraid we'll have to pick this up another time.' Jareth rose from the table quickly, 'Council is dismissed until further notice'. And with that he swept from the room, the small Goblin hurrying after him.

'How is it possible that she's here?' Jareth asked himself, loath to ask the question out loud in front of the goblin in case it took him to be addressing it and attempted a reply. Jareth rushed through his corridors towards the exit of his castle. Eventually reaching the goblin city and hurrying through the winding streets of that too, the poor goblin scampering along behind him on all fours attempting to keep up.

Jareth's mind was a whirlwind of questions and emotions. He had no idea what was happening. Had she really come back? Was she waiting for him? Was she confused? Or angry? Where was the boy? Why had she suddenly reappeared? Confusion and fierce joy chased each other around his mind as he half ran towards the labyrinth, until he eventually reached the borders.

'Where was it she was spotted?' He asked the goblin

'In the third sector fountain orchard Your Majesty' the goblin stumbled on his words, not wanting to answer too slowly while it's master was in a hurry.

'Leave me. I'll go alone.'

And with that he strode off into the labyrinth. Luckily the third sector was only two sectors to the right of the main entrance to the labyrinth, although it might take him a while to get to the fountain orchard, it being so near the edge of the labyrinth, especially if the Labyrinth was in a mischievous mood . Jareth began running through the dusty paths of the labyrinth, noting the state of general disrepair and hoping that somehow he would be able to find a way to fix it. He encountered no creatures of the labyrinth. Where the swarms of fairies usually flew there was only empty hives. The dancing stream had stopped it's babbling and the bridge that usually hid itself became apparent to Jareth as soon as he was in view of the stream. The boulders of Cudo's pass rolled to the sides of the canyon as he approached, allowing him to run straight through. Clearly the Labyrinth and its inhabitants were just as eager for Jareth to reach his destination as he was.

Jareth reached the fountain orchard in hardly any time at all, running through the various parts of the third sector Labyrinth without encountering any difficult obstacles. The fountain orchard was a vast place though. One of her favourites he recalled. It made sense for her to be here. Jareth walked through the lines of trees, stepping easily over and around the calmly bubbling fountains. The grass was easy to walk on and the pollen from the trees fostered a calming atmosphere. Relaxing the mind and forcing even the King of the Labyrinth to slow his pace and temper his racing heart. He picked an apple from a low hanging branch and lazily brought it to his mouth while he wandered through the groves. He looked out for her, but there was no longer the sense of urgency that had overcome him as he ran through the labyrinth. She would be here. He would find her. It occurred to him that she used to bring him here sometimes before. Maybe she was simply waiting for him to find her. Jareth continued to wander aimlessly for what felt like hours.

As he was about to reach for a second apple he saw her. She was a few hundred metres away, sat at the base of a tree looking around in wonder. Slowly taking bites of an apple. Her face was turned partially away from him. He walked towards her, his mind excited but not racing. His heart fluttering but not hurried. He smiled lazily as he got closer to her. He took a moment to simply stand and stare at her, taking in as much of her as he could while she was still unaware of his presence. She was taller than when they last met. And her hair was no longer straight but quite curly, though it was still the deep brown colour he remembered. She no longer looked like the fifteen year old he had last known. She had a loose fitting strappy top and shorts on, and she easily lounged against the tree, her eyes now half closed.

'Sarah?' he asked softly.

She turned to face him. Her face slightly perplexed, and small line creasing the skin between her eyes.

'Jareth?' She asked. 'What am I doing here?'