The story of this whole fanfiction is already packed into a small 2 minute video I made over at youtube that you can watch here

watch?v=ij9PVM0um_0

Don't watch if you don't want to spoil what's to come though.

I just wanted to write it down as a story, because hey, why not! I'm a little rusty, so forgive me if things read a little awkward.

Thanks for reading!

The news had come to her as a shock.

Not even a week ago, her little brother had collapsed suddenly during playtime, to which the adults acted frightfully.

Sarah was concerned and had wondered what was wrong with Toby, having accepted him in her life after her adventures in the Labyrinth several months ago. Perhaps even years had past, she couldn't quite remember. She had been far too busy preparing herself for a bright future.

She soon found out that Toby had an incurable illness, one that would surely be his death should his state worsen. Her parents had kept her in the dark about it, since they had the blind hope of him recovering.

Today, Sarah watched as her father and stepmother rushed Toby to the hospital. She was in such a state of shock, she didn't move from her spot for several of minutes.

Why did it have to turn out this way? Finally she had grown wiser, and decided to grow up. Finally she let the kid into her heart and accepted him as her brother.

The phone rang. Slowly, Sarah pulled out of her trance, and took the horn of the phone.

"Hello?" she asked,

"Sarah, sit down." her father on the other end sounded grim, and she could swear she heard someone sobbing. She feared the worst.

"Yes..?" Sarah answered, noticing she wasn't moving. She just wanted to hear Toby was going to be okay.

"Toby-" her father's voice cracked. "Toby didn't make it."

The girl didn't answer, just stared straight ahead of her. "I need to be here for your mother, but we will be home in a few hours. I love you, Sarah."

Sarah didn't even have the energy to correct him that she was not her real mother, she just felt empty after the news.

Toby, her little brother she had forsaken to the Goblin King. Toby, the baby she decided to save after realizing she couldn't have him turned into a goblin. Toby, the one she had overcome hardships for, and even gave up her dreams for. He was gone now.

She made her way towards her room, picking up Lancelot, the stuffed animal that she had given to Toby in the end. Toby had been playing with it before he left.

She clutched it to her chest as she went in her room, slowly closing the door behind her to lean against it.

For a while, she just stood there, simply not knowing how to move any further. Eventually, she sat down behind her mirror, staring deeply into her reflection.

She needed someone to be there for her. Despite that her father had become more open towards her after she started giving Toby more love, he would still pick that woman's company over hers any time, she thought spitefully.

She looked back at her bed, wishing to see someone there to console her, but no one was there. Maybe it was better to be alone anyway. Who would she even call on? The ever so grumpy Hoggle? Ludo who could only talk with a few words? Sir Didimus who would talk too much?

Staring at her shoes, she decided it wouldn't be a good idea after all. She gazed back into the mirror, and almost fell off her chair.

Jareth the Goblin King was sat on her bed and stared back at her with a questioning look in his eyes.

Sarah knew that if she would ignore him, he would leave. She thought she had seen him more than once in the corner of her eyes before, but dismissing it had always made that disappear.

However, the thought of being left alone, especially now someone was here, left her uncomfortable and fidgety.

"I feel lost." Her voice shook as she made eye-contact with the one she had played a battle of wits with long ago.

"I just feel lost." She croaked out once more, seeking a reaction from the Goblin King.

The man rose from the bed, softly calling her name, "Sarah," he approached her.

An unwanted feeling of longing washed over Sarah, but she assured herself it was because she was feeling lonely and was not in a right state of mind. She turned and hooked her arms around his neck, burrowing her face in his shoulder.

"Don't go." she whimpered, tightening her grip, "Please, don't go."

However much she led herself belief she hated this man, it was strangely comforting to embrace him.

Jareth was in a state of disbelief. The girl that had defied him, turned him down, downright ignored him even, was now clinging to him for dear life, begging him not to leave her.

Feeling an odd sense of satisfaction, but still a need for answers, he picked her up and carried her to his castle beyond the Goblin city.