Sarah sat down on her bed with her arms crossed firmly across her chest. She looked around at her dull room with a look of resentment in her eyes.

Things could have been different.

She closed her eyes and shook her head feebly. Sarah would always regret her decision all those years ago, in the Labyrinth. If she had stayed, she would have had everything she wanted. Everything she could ever dream of. But she threw it away for this life.

This dreary apartment that she shared with a college student that was paying $160 per week for the small bedroom beside hers.

The gray apartment building was wedged between a plastic factory that let of horrible smells and the college Sarah's roommate went to. There had been a huge scramble to get the room. Especially at such a cheap price. But Sarah was picky about her lodger, and Freya claimed to be quiet. She was true to her word and did not utter a sound except 'thanks' every night for dinner.

Sarah lay down on her bed and rested her hands behind her head. She stared fixedly at the ceiling. She shouldn't be here. She should be somewhere else. Be someone else.

She had tried to settle down after her experiences in the Labyrinth. Tried to have a normal life. But she was now twenty-eight years old and living somewhere in the bustling city of Chicago.

What was she supposed to do? Go to college, meet somebody and fall in love? Get married and have… have kids?

At that thought, Sarah stood up and started pacing the room.

A child. Yes, that's what you want. That's what you've always wanted. A lovely child with blue-green eyes and a charming smile.

Suddenly, Sarah stopped in the middle of the room and looked out the window.

She wanted a baby. She wanted to be pregnant. The feel of your own adorable child growing inside you. And then the joy of having a little baby in the end.

You know the words, Sarah. Say it. Now.

Sarah closed her eyes and whispered to the wind: "G-Goblin King… I…" She frowned to herself as she said this. I sound so daft… "I wish for a child. One to call my own… Goblin King, bring me this child… Right now."

She opened her eyes and looked around. Seeing no one, she walked over to the window and opened it. Maybe he'll come through the window, like last time?

Sarah bit her lip and sat down on her desk chair. She span around absent-mindedly, until she finally drifted off to sleep.

When Sarah woke up, she didn't open her eyes right away. Instead she sat in her chair with her eyes closed, breathing in and out slowly. Something warm brushed her cheek. Her eyes snapped open and a pair of cold green eyes met them.

The Goblin king's hand dropped to his side and he stood up his full height. His unique fashion sense had not changed much. The same ruffled white shirt, black high-collared coat, black vest and cloak. The main thing Sarah noticed was his gray-free messy hair and absence of wrinkles. He had not aged a day.

Jareth looked around the room as if he owned the place. He seemed to be ignoring Sarah. She watched him closely as he walked around the room, examining every photograph and speaking silently to himself every now and then.

She stood up and walked over to the Goblin king. He stopped what he was doing and looked over his shoulder at her broodingly.

"So… You heard what I wished for?" She asked carefully.

Jareth chuckled. "Who do you take me for, Sarah? Of course I heard. Now why would you want one of those little screaming brats? You do recall the way you thought about your brother, don't you?"

She looked out the window with a sigh. "I was young then…" She stared back at him as she said this. "…Careless. I'm much older now. And this is what I want."

"You still are young, my dear. How old are you now?" He enquired.

Sarah walked over to her bed, running a hand through her hair. She plunked herself down on the bed and looked back at the Goblin king. "Twenty-eight. Now will you grant me my wish, or do you plan on dragging this pointless conversation on longer?"

Jareth walked over to Sarah slowly, stopping merely a meter away from her. She could smell the distinct scent of him that she still remembered after all these years.

"Still so young. So… helpless. Why" – he leaned in and stroked her cheek with a gloved hand – "would you want to ruin such beauty?" He whispered.

Sarah grabbed hold of his wrist and wrenched it away from her face. "I'd do anything for a child." She growled.

He stepped away from her and looked her up and down as if she was mad. "If that is what you desire, then fine." He finally said.

Sarah smiled slightly, but it faded to soon when Jareth crossed his arms and stood tall and proud.

He grinned silently and broke a minute long silence with: "Boy or girl?"

"Err… A daughter. Of course." She said, taking hardly any thought to her decision.

Jareth frowned. "A girl…"

Sarah studied his face before replying. "Yes… I'd call her Janine."

"Very well…" He murmured, not looking away from her face.

"So… Do we shake on it? Or is it just a snap of the fingers like last time?" Sarah questioned.

The Goblin king tilted his head slightly. He looked as if he was trying hard not to laugh.

She stood up and closed the gap between them. "Well? What will seal the deal?"

Jareth sniggered the familiar laugh she recalled from their encounters in the Labyrinth.

Sarah frowned. "What?"

He stopped laughing and stared down at her. Finally, the Goblin king pounced on her. He pushed her down onto the bed, soon following.

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Well, I'm not going to go any further then that :P