I know, I know; I suck.

I keep coming up with ideas and then I stop one and put all my attention in another until something else comes my way and so on and so on until I'm left with too many Fanfics I will probably never finish and if I do it will take forever. But if I don't write them down and put them up then my mind will nag at me to do until I completely spaz out.

Besides, you know you love all these different JarethSarah fics…especially Lady of the Labyrinth; she adores them. I think it is because of how much she admires Sarah; she's her best friend. (Snickers)

Summary: Why can't Sarah and Karen get along? Why was Sarah able to beat the Labyrinth when no one else could? Why was Jareth so reluctant to take the throne? Why is Jareth the way he is? Why is the sad Cebu sad? (Wait, this isn't Veggietales…which I don't own!) Ahem. The answers to these questions (or at least the first four) are made known as Sarah remembers something she isn't supposed to.

Disclaimer: If you don't recognize someone/something I most likely own it. Although there will be goblins who I don't own I just am using the idea of their characters from The World of Froud site.

Faster, faster, faster! Her mind yelled only one word to her over and over. She heard a twig snap and knew he was drawing closer. He was going to catch her before she could rescue the babe. She had to beat the Labyrinth before the time ran out.

Running through the forest she zigged and zagged trying to loose him but he never faltered and followed her turn for turn. Gasping she found herself facing a brick wall; Dead End. The only way out of there was the way she had came in. But she knew it was too late.

"Well, well," his voice taunted as he stepped out of the shadows and smirked at her. His blue eyes danced with conceit. "Looks like the end of the road for you little girl."

"You'll never win Goblin King!" she replied defiantly. "I'll win and then you will beg!"

"Beg to a girl with a weird name?" he asked bemusedly. "Why in the Underground would I do that?"

"I-…Hey, I do not have a weird name!"

"Yes you do! What kind of a name is 'Sarah'?" laughed Jareth. "What kind of a Fae name is that?"

Sarah pouted turning her nose up in the air and turning around crossing her arms over her chest. She looked over at the small brick wall only a foot high that divided one part of the castle's gardens from the next. Her light green frock swayed in the small breeze as if scolding the young boy behind her. He looked to be around nine or ten while Sarah looked around seven or eight but with Fae children you never could tell.

"Aw, Sarah, you know your name isn't that funny," he stifled a laugh.

"It isn't funny at all!" Sarah fumed as she spun around glaring at him. "Excuse me Goblin Prince," she glowered pushing him out of the way and storming off. But she let the smile that had been itching to come out finally show upon her face one her back to the young boy behind her at the same time she heard a soft laugh she knew so well and knew that the Goblin Prince had the same smile she wore upon her face.

Yawning softly Sarah Williams stretched in her bed rubbing her eyes sleepily as she awoke. Grunting softly she jumped off her bed and wandered over to the kitchen to get some coffee. She leaned against the counter waiting for the coffee and rubbed her temples. She knew she had another one of those dreams that seemed so real but the instant her conscious kicked into gear the dream blacked out and she was left with a migraine. Grabbing her coffee cup she poured the dark liquid in and retired over to her small couch.

Sarah was in her fourth year of college and twenty-two years old. She was living in a small apartment a few blocks from campus and a part-time job earning minimum wage at Slurpy Haven. She didn't really need the money except for extra cash. She had a full scholarship that paid for her college studies and her apartment. Sarah was studying to become a lawyer at Harvard and was one of the top students in all her classes. But ever since these dream-induced migraines started happening she began lapsing and now she would find herself zoning out and not remembering what it was she had thinking about.

Sarah laughed bitterly. She hadn't zoned out since she was fifteen and still believed in fantasy. No, one day she just woke from a dream and realized it was time to grow up. She got rid of all her old toys and most of her furniture to make way for the new Sarah. She had given a few things to Toby she hadn't been able to throw away such as a few stuffed animals and toys and books and even the little figurine of a king of some sort she once had on her vanity table. That was another thing she hadn't been able to part with. A part of her screamed at her to throw it away and hack it into little pieces while another part told her to keep it safe and always cherish it. So she kept it until Toby was older and gave it to him. He seemed to know it was special, as were everything else she had given him, and promised to take really good care of it. Every time Sarah visited him he seemed to be cleaning the glass or something.

Slowly she drained her coffee and was glad it was Sunday; no classes and no job to worry about. She liked working at the little minimart because it was simple and she needn't worry about anything but the random teenager thinking to start a life of crime. Sarah was always ready though; she had started taking Martial Arts in high school and was now at different levels throughout different styles such as Jujutsu, Aikido, Judo, and Karate to name a few. And then, if Martial Arts wasn't part of the questioning, good old Betsy, the 12-gauge behind the counter, always worked wonders.

Getting up Sarah put her mug in the sink planning on washing it later and walked back over to the coat rack grabbing her jacket and walking out the door deciding that a nice walk through the park would clear her head up nicely.

Sarah was walking with hands stuffed in her pockets to keep from the chill autumn air when suddenly something altogether new happened; a flash of a vision she knew immediately as it was happening it was a part of those dreams.

"Try and catch me you big oaf!" her voice rang through the corridors. Her light rose dress flew behind her like a flag as she ran as fast as her legs could take her. Her bare feet make no noise as they hit the stone underneath.

Suddenly though she ran into his little body and fell backwards. But before she could land his hands reached out and grabbed her steadying her. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed triumphantly. Sarah looked up into his bright blue eyes with mismatched pupils with a smile on her face.

Holding her head between her hands Sarah gritted her teeth as the vision swarmed through her mind and finally eased away leaving a dull throbbing. Finding a close by bench she lowered herself on it and rocked back and forth. Why was this happening to her? Why were these images and dreams haunting her, enticing her? It felt…it felt as if something was missing.

And indeed, something had felt like it had been missing her whole life…especially that night seven years ago…

No! That night didn't happen! It was all just a dream!

Images flashed through her mind of orange creatures with no heads. No, they had heads…just on the other side of the room. Then suddenly another orange creature swept by, but this one brought warm feelings to Sarah. A dog; Merlin. No, that wasn't his name; Merlin was the old dog her family had when she was younger. A smaller fox-like dog…with an eye patch? Then a small man…a dwarf. Even though Sarah gave up fantasy that night she still knew what a dwarf was and this one was a dwarf that was special to her. Little creatures…goblins. An owl. Ja-

"NO!" Sarah screamed shooting up from the bench fists at her side. She glared at the other people in the park before she took off running tears threatening to spill.

What was going on? She had dreams of these creatures once seven years ago but she pushed those dreams out of her life just like every other dream. Now the only thing she wanted to do with her life was to grow up. That was why she did so well in school; she left no room for anything else. That was why she was going to become a lawyer; lawyers were completely grown up.

Then why did it feel like there was a crater in her very existence? Why did it feel like after the day she told herself she would grow up the hole grew bigger? Why did these images and dreams make her feel just a little bit better? Why did Jar-…

Slowing down Sarah hugged herself as she walk out of the park sniffling back tears. She had a couple weeks off of school coming up and she had been planning on going home for them. Maybe all she needed was a rest from school and then everything would go back to normal. But what was normal?

Normal was finally able to have a full night's sleep without waking up from dreams you couldn't remember with migraines that ate away your very being. Normal was able to concentrate in school again without zoning out without realizing it. Normal was anything but Sarah's life.

Sarah found herself in her apartment on the phone listening to it ring a few hours later.

Brrring.

Brrring.

Brrring.

After a third ring a feminine voice answered. "Hello?"

"Karen? Hi, Karen it's me; put my dad on the phone."

"I'm sorry, who is this?"

Sarah rolled her eyes. "It's Sarah Karen."

"Oh, I don't think we know a Sarah; you must have the wrong number."

"Karen, put my dad on the goddamn phone! I don't have time for your games!"

"I'm afraid I don't like your attitude Miss Sarah, leave us alone or I shall be forced to call the cops."

"Call the fucking cops then! I try being nice to you but you keep berating me and spoil everything I try to do!"

"Hmmm, I am afraid you have the wrong number. Please hang up and leave us alone!" Click.

Growling Sarah slammed the receiver down and threw herself on the couch. She hated it when Karen did this! Every single time she tried to call her father her stepmother pulled this crap!

She and Karen never really got along and Sarah supposed it was her fault; she had been so upset at her father for remarrying a woman she didn't like so she never gave her a chance. But Karen didn't help much and after the night Sarah decided to grow up Karen started being really mean to her. Out of no where Karen started attacking her even when Sarah had tried to be nice. Although Sarah had said some things she had regretted as well.

Waking up Sarah smiled. There was something different about her and it both made her sad and happy. She had had a great childhood, if you don't count her mother leaving her and her father marring someone who just gave her a bad vibe, but now she knew she had to grow up. So humming a Johnny Cash song about killing a woman because she was "devilish" (Delia's Gone) she bounded down the stairs and danced into the kitchen sitting in her chair.

"Good morning stepmother," Sarah smiled. "Sleep well?" She stared blankly at Karen's suddenly scowl and just shrugged as her father set her scrambled eggs and bacon before her. Nodding thanks to her father as he sat back down at his own seat she smiled up at Karen. "Can you pass me the salt Karen?"

Karen sneered. "I would watch what you put on your eggs Sarah; salt retains water and you look like you are already carrying a little extra weight since you keep on eating every damn thing in this house."

Sarah looked at her with an open mouth. "Why you witch! I can't believe you just said that to me!" Sarah exclaimed with shock. "What's the matter Karen, didn't take your Bitch-B-Gone pills this morning?"

"Sarah!" Robert exclaimed just as shocked as she was earlier. "Don't talk to your mother this way!"

"She isn't my mother father; she is my stepmother!" Sarah couldn't believe he was taking her side…AGAIN!

"She's quite right Robert; my children would never talk to me that way," Karen sniffed with annoyance.

"You're right; your children wouldn't talk to you at all!"

"Sarah!" Robert warned.

But at that moment the forgotten Toby started crying because no one was paying attention to him and he most likely needed his diaper changed. Robert and Karen opened their mouths to ask Sarah to take care of him, like always, but before they could so much as form one syllable Sarah shot to her feet dropping her napkin on her plate. "I got it!" she yelled and swooped over to him. Karen and Robert now had their mouths open wider in shock and amazement one thought going through their minds; 'Did she just…'

Sarah smiled picking him up from his highchair and taking him upstairs to change his clothes and diaper after cleaning him up. She desperately wanted to get him out of the red and white striped outfit his parents had neglected to change him out of this morning for reasons only the back of her mind knew. She pushed out all thoughts of yesterday out of her mind and decided to start a new, grown-up life. And she didn't need Karen sassing her along the way.

Sarah rolled over on her back and stared up at her white ceiling. She could call her father later or just stop by unannounced just to bug the hell out of Karen.

Ok, maybe she wasn't grown-up completely.

Sorry so short but I want to get this posted up and I'm getting sleepy. I hope too many people aren't disappointed in this story.

Ja ne.

p.s.

I had that Johnny Cash stuck in my head for ages and I was writing she was humming it before I realized I was typing.

I can't believe he wrote a song like that.