Disclaimer:

Queen of the Underground: "We do not own the Labyrinth or anything that comes with    the movie. Don't worry, I'm just borrowing Jareth for a while…a long while, but I'll put him back when I'm done, that is…if he wants to go." 

Viridaja: "By the way, since we're lazy, were only putting the disclaimer on this page, so if ya wanna see it, you can come back here."

Authors Note:

Viri: "This story is a collaboration between myself, and the Queen **Shameless plug** Read her stories read her stories **end shameless plug**,"

The Queen: "And by the way, our characters, Jen and Stina, belong to us.

Viri: "And Kirel belongs to me, thank you very much."

Both: "Enjoy!"

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            As the last credits to "Labyrinth" scrolled up yet again, two teenage girls sighed in unison, while a storm raged outside unheeded. One pressed the eject button as the other sighed again.

             "There's nothing quite like a man in tights…" The first girl whirled around, eyes wide.

             "Jen, Jareth is MINE." She said firmly and dangerously. Jen grimaced.

             "Yes, Stina. Sorry, Stina." She said quickly. " I was just stating my position on things. You've got a "thing" for older guys; I've got a "thing" for guys in tight pants. It comes from loving Fantasy books and movies. In this case our "things" for guys have overlapped. I'm not nearly as obsessed as you anyway…" Both girls grinned. Stina took her favorite DVD out of her new basement DVD player with practiced ease and care.

             "It's a wonder you haven't worn that out, or lasered a hole in it, or whatever happens to an over used DVD." Jen said. Stina smiled broadly.

             "That's why I don't have it on tape." They laughed.

             "It'd be really cool if it was all real." Jen said "The labyrinth, the castle-"

             "Jareth…" Stina said dreamily. 'One track mind' Jen thought.

             "I wish…" Stina sighed again.

             "Yeah. I wish…" Jen agreed.

             "I wish the goblins would come and take us away, right now!" the girls said in unison.

            Suddenly there was a huge crash of thunder and lightening, and both girls jumped as the temperature in the basement room dropped a few degrees. There was an eldritch crackling in the air. Jen shivered. Stina glanced around wildly. They're eyes locked and widened, as they realized just what it was they had just said.

             "You… You don't think…." Jen said, her voice with a timorous tinge to it. She realized she was whispering. From the downstairs bathroom there was a wet sounding THUMP!

             "Sounded like a pretty big bird just crashed into the window." Stina said. Everything got quiet for half a minute. Then, the basement door burst open with a swirl of cold wind and damp glitter. There, outlined by the lightening, was Jareth, King of the Goblins! Stina and Jens jaws dropped like anvils off a skyscraper. His Majesty was rubbing his forehead and cursing under his breath.

             "Damn owl…can't see damn windows in the damn rain…" He muttered darkly. Jen snickered into her hand, as Stina continued to stare in rapt adoration. He shot Jen a black look, then pulled himself up to his full height. His blond hair brushed the low ceiling. His chiseled features and mismatched eyes were accented by the bright flashes outside. He cast a velvet cloak covered with sliver motes back from his shoulders, revealing the triangular pendent on his pale chest. The pewter amulet was framed by the crème colored shirt he was wearing open at the top, over tight leather pants. Both girls let out an "EEP!"

             "Good evening, Jennifer, Christina. I am Jareth, King of the Goblins. And you…" He kissed each of their hands in turn. "You are now my slaves…"

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                                                                    Jen

             "Sounds good to me!" Stina said, instantly giving in to the many charms of the blond monarch. My inner Feminist battled strenuously with my inner Romantic. The Feminist won, because the Romantic is a soppy little wuss. My mouth curved from a brainless-groupie grin to an outraged downward crescent.

             "What?!?"

            The King smiled. No, make that smirked.

             "My dear, you wished yourselves away, what's said is said. You belong to me." He said smoothly. With an accent. A nice one too. Woo… Nevertheless, outraged, I responded with one of the traditional fantasy heroine retorts.

             "I belong to no one!" I cried. He laughed softly, his glittering midnight blue cloak rustling softly.

             "I am afraid that you are quite wrong. Underground, these statements are quite binding. If you were not aware, you should not have said the right words in the first place"

             "That's not fair!" I exclaimed, and instantly regretted it. Jareth simply laughed at me. I was speechless. Stina stepped in.

             "What exactly is it that we would be doing as your… slaves?" She smiled as Jareth touched her cheek with his leather-clad fingers.

             "You will work in the kitchens until such time as you grow accustomed to the Underground. Then you will be given jobs cleaning my castle, or maintaining the Labyrinth. As you will not age beyond maturity in my kingdom, you will be doing these jobs for quite a long time." He smirked again. Stina got a slightly hurt and miffed expression on her face.

             "But I thought-!" She said, before I cut her off.

             "The Labyrinth! I…I demand we be able to run the Labyrinth for our freedom! That's part of the rules, isn't it?"

            The King of the Goblins laughed once more, saying "You are far too presumptuous. Dear Lady, the only rules in the Labyrinth are those that I make myself. Nevertheless, I suppose it might be interesting to watch you flounder about in my maze for hours. But you had best mind that I am a busy Fae." He made a fast pattern in the air with his long fingers and a crystal ball appeared from nowhere to rest in his black gloved hands.

             "Look here" he ordered. Suddenly, the clear globe expanded in the fashion of Glinda the good witch. My eyes lost focus for a second. Suddenly we were standing on a barren hill overlooking a huge maze, at the center of which was a grand castle. Stina and I blanched. We looked at each other with fear and incredulity. What had we gotten ourselves into? Jareth was behind us. He walked to Stina and whispered "This isn't necessary, you know." She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. Then he stepped a little too close for rational thought to remain unaffected.

             "Simply surrender now and serve me. Do as I say…" He cajoled. It took more effort than I could have imagined to shake my head.

             "Very well." He said, amused, I suppose, at our inner struggles. "You've got 13 hours to run through my Labyrinth, or you become my slaves for eternity. And as an added bonus, if you make it to my castle, you get one wish each." He grinned.

             "Have fun." Jareth, King of the Goblins, dissolved into a swirl of glitter and lingering laughter…

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