Title: Fated Madness

By: Mistress Jaki

Summary: Sarah's daughter is all grown up. When she and Damien get into a fight, she has to fight the Goblin King to get him back.

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, don't own anyone from The Labyrinth. So no suing please. Adele, Damien and Bellefluer is my own creation.

Spoiler: Takes place over 30 years after the movie. Sarah had a daughter and she is grown up.

Author's Note: This story has just begun so please bear with me; I will try to get it updated as quickly as possible. Comments are greatly accepted as well as expected. The more comments, the sooner I will have the story finished. Thanx!

All eyes were on the beautiful princess as she walked gracefully into the room. Her silvery dress only drew their eyes to the perfect dark locks cascading down her back.

"Adele!"

"Ahhhh!" Adele tripped over the books that were strewn on the floor of the dorm room she shared with her best friend Violette. Regaining her balance, she turned to Violette, glaring. "Violette! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

Violette ignored Adele's anger for the moment, her own excitement making her bounce on the balls of her feet. "Oh Adele you'll never believe it! You got the part! You're going to play Sarah Williams!"

Adele stared at the bouncing blonde in shock, the anger draining from her face. "I…I'm Sarah?"

"Oui, oui!" Violette suddenly gave Adele a sly grin. "And guess who's playing Jareth." Adele flashed Violette a 'just-tell-me-and-I-won't-hurt-you' look. "Oh alright," she said, sticking out her tongue. She opened a piece of paper and said solemnly. "The part of Jareth will be played by… Damien Deveraux!"

"Damien as Jareth." Adele smiled softly. She thought for a moment before grinning. "Wait till he hears that he's like a zillion years old. Still cute too!" She giggled again. Then, all aspiring actress, she outstretched her hand in a demanding gesture. "Give me back the child you have stolen!"

"Adele, save it for the performance. You have to get to rehearsal!"

"Alright. I stand here," Adele said to herself, glancing at the papers in her hand. "And Damien stands here. Now where was I?" She flipped through the script until she found the scene she had been practicing for the last half hour. "I know it in English but I have to memorize it in French. Here goes nothing."

Posing dramatically, she began her lines. "Par l'untold et les difficultés de dangers unnumbered, j'ai combattu-" A small voice giggled, breaking her concentration. Grinning knowingly, Adele crept towards the heavy curtain that hung towards the back of the large stage, hiding extra props and lights while the actors were in front acting. "Bonjour? Is that you milord?" Pulling back the curtain, she discovered the source of the giggling. Adele put her hand to her mouth in faux shock. "Oh mon amour. Have you seen him?"

Michel giggled softly before going as serious as a five year old could. "Who?"

"Don't you know mon amour?" Adele leaned in secretly. "Le roi de lutin. He was here!" The child gasped audibly and Adele put a finger to her lips. "Shhh… can you here him?"

The two listened carefully to footsteps that crept closer and closer. They stopped at the curtain and little Michel grabbed Adele's shirt automatically, his wide eyes focused on the curtain in front of them. Suddenly the curtain flew open, revealing the tall man standing in front of it. His dark, almost black hair shined in the lights focused on the stage. His soft green eyes matched the smile that made the rest of his face sparkle. "Le roi de lutin is here!" he announced.

The little brunette boy shrieked in delight and clapped his hands at the game they were playing. But, tiring of it quickly like most little boys his age, he raised his arms toward Damien. "Up, Dem! Up!"

Damien laughed and bent to pick up the toddler, swinging him in his arms. "You've become very demanding, mon ami. Is it that you are spending too much time with Mademoiselle Adele?" Michel giggled again. "Yes maybe I should take you from her."

The young boy looked up in shock. He turned to Adele but she had gone to the front of the stage to look through her script. Then, screaming, he smacked at Damien's chest with tiny fists. "Non! Non! Soyez avel Adele! Jamais conge Adele!" Michel finally gave up hitting and resorted to a five year old's time honored tradition: crying and screaming their lungs out. Michel burst into tears, struggling and wriggling in Damien's arms and reaching for Adele. "Adele! Adele!"

Adele stood up and called, "What's wrong?" just as Michel escaped Damien. He leaped at Adele and clutched her leg until she was able to pull him off and pick him up into her arms. "Oh Michel, mon amour," she cooed softly to him as she held him in her soft embrace. "What's wrong my little prince?"

Michel gave a little sob and tried to disappear farther in Adele's arms when Damien approached. At Adele's look, he shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know. All I said was that maybe I should take him away from you." She sent him a horrified look and clung tighter to the still crying boy. Damien hastened to redeem himself. "I was just joking! How was I to know he would take it so seriously?!"

"Why would he not?! He's only five Damien!" Adele looked down at the small child in her arms. "Oh mon amour. Shhh…" Michel whispered something that came out as a hiccup. "Oui. Je'taime, je'taime. Shhh…" He stopped crying, though every once in a while he let out a sniffle. She smiled at him and he grinned back, bringing up a sleeve-clad arm to wipe his nose. "Now," she said to Michel. "I guess we should take you home now. What do you say? Do you want to go home to mama?"

The little boy nodded and rested his head on Adele's chest. She began to walk out and had reached the door when Damien called out to her. "Adele! Ma belle actrice. Don't leave! We still have lines that need rehearsing!"

"Oh, go practice with le roi de lutin. You two would get along great!" She sneered at him as she finished. "You're both ignorant and arrogant!"

"Fine! Go! See if I care!" Damien called as she slammed the door shut. "I wish the goblin king would take me away. If only to see your reaction when you realize I'm gone."

A silky voice came from behind him. "Well monsieur that can be arranged." Damien turned just in time to see a flash of golden hair, mismatched eyes and a predatory grin before his world went dark.

"Oui madam. It was no trouble at all. Michel is always a little angel when he's with me." She ruffled Michel's hair and received a giggle. "Aren't you mon amour?" With a small grin, Adele asked the small child in the women's arms a question. "What were we going to show mama?"

Michel screwed his face up in concentration then, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek, said, "Je'taime, mon belle mama!"

Mrs. Kemp looked at her little boy in wonder before bursting into tears. Thinking he'd done something wrong, Michel turned to Adele who gave him a sweet smile. "I think she's happy my little prince."

Michel looked back at his mother and said, "Mama okay?"

"Oh yes, I'm okay my little angel." She smiled and tickled him slightly. "Je'taime, je'taime, je'taime!" She gestured to Adele. "Now then; what do we say?"

"Merci be coup, Adele! Au revoir!"

Adele walked down the driveway, her trench coat swirling around her heels, calling back, "You are very welcome. Au revoir!

The black sky was darker than she'd ever before seen it, with no moon or stars to light it up. Adele had been walking for what seemed like hours and she was beginning to feel tired. I knew I should have brought my bike, Adele thought to herself. Of course, as if on cue, a flash of lightning cut through the sky and it began to pour. "Oh no! I have to walk through this?" Adele raced to the nearest overhang and sat down for a moment. "I wish it would just stop!"

Just then, as quickly as it had started, the down pour slowed to a slight drizzle, before stopping completely. Adele stood and walked out into the open, standing in the middle of the deserted street, looking up in amazement. "Isn't it a wonder that something as simple as a wish could do so much?"

Adele peered out into the darkness. "Who's there? Have you been following me?"

Laughter filled the air as the sky cleared suddenly, the bright moon revealing a tall man with his head thrown back standing nearer to Adele than she had first thought. His laughter dieing down to a faint chuckle, he slowly stepped towards her, all concealed predator.

His hair and strange garb, though extraordinary in their own, were not what drew her attention. His gleaming eyes were different colors. The green and blue shined like jewels, twinkling with promises of dreams and magick. "Who…," she asked for a moment before she took in the entire ensemble. "Le roi des lutins!" she exclaimed, more in wonder and amazement than fear.

The mysterious stranger gave a slight nod of his head before he went to introduce himself. "Yes. Jar-"

"Jareth," Adele interrupted taking a step towards the surprised king. "Hmmm…," she said mostly to herself as she circled him slowly. "Blonde hair, mismatched eyes, open shirt with loose sleeves and silken cuffs, black boots, black tights, black waistcoat, and black…" She glanced down at his hands and grinned. "Sorry. Silver gloves." Her grin faded into a frown as she stared at the now amused fae. "Something's missing," she said, tapping a finger to her lips. Her eyes lit up suddenly. "I've got it!" She pointed at his chest and Jareth was compelled to look down. "Your necklace! It's… gone." She looked to him for an explanation, only to see confusion and interest in his shining eyes.

He leaned on his tall staff, resting his head on his entwined fingers. "How do you know if I even had a necklace my dear?" He watched as her brow creased in frustration. Then, raising one of his own in wonder, he made a slight gesture with his hand. Instantly Adele's whole ensemble was changed. Her white shirt and black jeans melted into a beautiful, white flowing ball gown with puffy sleeves that sparkled slightly when she twisted. The black trench coat disappeared completely and, when she reached up, she realized that there were jewels in her hair and her ebony studs had been changed to silver dangles. She tilted her head and sent Jareth a questioning look, which he returned with a look of recognition. "Sarah," he whispered.

Adele put her hands on her hips, speaking as if to a small child. "No, Adele. Not Sarah." The mesmerized fae shook his head and, with a quick flick of his wrist, the beautiful gown dissolved back into her normal outfit. "Well," she said thoughtfully. "I've finally met the goblin king and… wait a second!" Adele's thoughtful look changed to one of fear. "The only reason you would be here is if… you took Michel!" Anger over-powered her fear and Adele charged at the laughing king. Before she reached him, however, he disappeared, though his mocking laughter carried through the night. The young brunette slowed and shouted into the blackness. "Stop running you coward!"

All at once the laughter stopped and a pair of strong, leather clad arms wrapped around her, succeeding in trapping her arms. A voice, silky and flowing with a slight tinge of malice, whispered into her ear. "I am no coward. Do not make the mistake of making me angry." He released her and backed off. "I did not take your little prince either, if that is what you were thinking. Though you are close."

Adele was thinking of who he might have taken when he tossed her a crystal which she instinctively caught. What magick does he wish me to see now? Looking within, she saw herself and Damien talking on the stage. It was their argument! There was little Michel, clinging to her shirt. Damien was calling to her as she slammed the door to the theatre. I was there. Why must he show me this, she asked herself as she looked up to Jareth in confusion. She made as if to say something but he indicated that she should watch a little more. She returned her gaze to the crystal where she watched, in growing horror, as Damien said the fateful words. The crystal, once clear, went black and flew back into Jareth's outstretched hand. "You monster!"

Jareth shook his head in disappointment. "All Sarah could ever say was 'it's not fair'; and now you calling people names. Are there no manners in this world anymore?"

That's the second time you've mentioned Sarah. How do you know her?"

"Sarah? She was the first to beat my labyrinth." Adele could tell there was more to it than she beat it but she didn't press the matter. "How do you know her?"

Adele put her hands on her hips in defiance. "Sarah Williams is my mother."

Jareth nodded. "The family resemblance is undeniable. I suppose that is how you know me so well. Your mother told you stories I suppose?"

Adele nodded. They stared at each other for a moment, the silence pressing down all around them. "So," Adele said, the silence becoming too great for her. "Now I, what, get thirteen hours to master your labyrinth and rescue Damien from your castle? That sound about right?"

Jareth raised a majestic eyebrow before pointing down the hill they now stood on. A deep valley resided there in darkness, slowly rising to meet the hill on which a large and dark castle stood. Adele gasped as the valley in front of it became clearer, revealing a labyrinth that stretched from the bottom of the hill to the top, where a small circle of land filled instead with houses surrounded the gigantic castle she was to reach.

"I'm supposed to get through that?" Adele asked as she stared on in awe. When he didn't answer Adele turned to face him, just missing the sad frown that had been watching her. In it's place was the stoic one she had now gotten used to.

"Yes." Adele sensed Jareth's hesitation and waited for him to finish. "Adele, don't do this. Go back to acting and your life. Forget the man. He isn't what you need. Don't go through my labyrinth. Go home to your audience and your little prince."

"Not happening." Adele glanced back at the labyrinth before getting a grin and looking back at him. "You aren't going to tell me what happened to your necklace are you?" At the shake of his head her grin grew wider. "Then what do you say we up the stakes." For the second time that night Jareth's look was one of surprise. "The way I figure, you get to keep Damien in normal circumstances if I can't get to Damien and out of the castle in time." At his nod she continued. "So what do you say that instead, if I lose you get to keep Damien and I."

Jareth was in shock though he was careful not to show her that. "And if you do succeed?"

Adele smirked. "You let me and Damien go, as usual, and you have to tell me what happened to your necklace."

A cloud flashed over the goblin king's features when she mentioned the necklace and Adele feared she had said something horrible. But it disappeared as quickly as it had come and Jareth smiled softly. "I tell you what happened to it? Alright. But only if you succeed. Should you fail, you and your friend will be mine forever."

Adele glanced down at the expanse of land in front of them and asked, "Well how do I…" She turned and found that Jareth had left already. She rolled her eyes. "Typical. Oh well." Adele stared down at the valley and the labyrinth beyond. "Best get started then." Slowly, she began the treacherous hike down the hill.