Disclaimer: No I don't own Labyrinth, or any of its characters. If I did, the movie would have ended a whole lot differently *smirks*

Note: This is my first Laby fic. Please be nice if you review. If you plan to flame me, go ahead, just try to tell me what I can do differently. I might cry if someone yells at me that my story sux.lol
Chapter One
Sarah Williams sat in her apartment at her computer desk typing frantically.

"If I don't get this book finished in half an hour, Stephen will KILL me," She said to herself frustrated.

Stephen, her publisher, was on her all the time to have her write more. Sarah's first book sold over a million copies in its first week. Not bad, but not what he expected.

Sarah was now a woman of 22 and she had given up on her dreams of an acting career to pursue writing. A writer of fantasies at that. Ever since she got back from "that place" her focus had been to enlighten everyone in the ways of the Underground. Of course they all thought that the Labyrinth and all its inhabitants were made up. And she wasn't about to tell them otherwise.

"Almooooooooost.there, I'm finished." She said triumphantly looking over her work. This short work of "fiction" was about a young girl in love with the one person she hates the most. Sarah didn't know what had inspired her to write this particular book, but, nevertheless, she had written it anyway.

Sarah started to pick up her coat and drive over to Stephens's office when there was a knock on her door. She opened it and.

"Stephen! I was just coming to your office to drop this copy of my book off." Sarah said

"Yea, sure Sarah"

"No, seriously, I was." She laughed

"I believe you" He smirked again "So is this the best selling novel I've been looking for all my life?" He asked

"Probably not, but it's the best I've written so far. In my opinion at least."

We'll see Sarah" He said quickly "Look, sorry I gotta run. I just stopped by to see if you had finished the story, and you have so I thank you" He said

"You welcome. Just don't expect another one too soon. I'm taking a break.

"Ok, Ok, but I bet I can get another one out of you" He teased

"BYE Stephen."

"See ya" He laughed as he closed to door behind him

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He lowered the crystal and sat thinking in his chair. He had been watching her for months now, ever since she started writing that book. He knew he should be watching over his kingdom, as he had been doing since she left. But he needed to watch her. He wasn't sure why, but he knew that she could never find out.

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Since Sarah had the afternoon to herself, she decided to take a nice, long, leisurely bubble bath, but as soon as she stepped into the tub..

RRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG The telephone started to ring.

"Damn. Why is it that whenever I start to relax, something always has to go interrupt me." She mumbled

Sarah walked over to the phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Sarah Williams?" Asked the man on the other end

"Yes, this is her; may I ask who is calling?"

"I am Officer Blaine. I have a bit of bad news for you Sarah. One of your former neighbors saw some smoke in your family's home. By the time that the firemen could get the flames controlled enough to attempt to go in, it was to late. I am sorry Ms. Williams, but they all died." Said the Officer with obvious grief.

"No, That can't be, I just talked to Toby and Karen this morning."

"I'm sorry miss. I don't know what else to tell you. The fire spread so quickly, no one could get out. I give you my condolences." And with that, he hung up.

Sarah fell onto the couch behind her. They were gone. He father, Karen, and.Toby. Little Toby, he was barely eight years old. Sarah tried to think what she should do next, but tears clouded not only her eyes, but her train of thought too. She put her head down into the pillows and cried herself to sleep right there.

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He looked into the crystal once more. He noticed she was crying, but he couldn't sense why. What was the matter? She had seemed so happy only a few minutes ago. What had happened to make her so distressed? Could he help in any way? No, she wouldn't what him to help her with anything, even if he could. She only saw him as a villain. The one that took her baby brother to his castle, the evil Goblin King that tried to keep her brother from her for forever. But she had beat him, conquered him at his own game. So she had left him, not knowing what she was giving up in the process. She left, taking everything he ever desired with her.

Whatever was troubling her, he was determined to find out and fix it. Maybe that would change her opinion of him.

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Weeks passed as Sarah tried to re-construct her life without those who she loved. Her stepmother and she had just started to get along and Toby and her father, the ones she loved with all her heart, would always be with her.

"I'm sorry Stephen. I told you that I didn't feel like writing anything else for a while. And with everything else going on in my life, it shouldn't be that hard for you to respect my wishes." She said angrily

"I know Sarah, and I'm sorry. But people loved your first book. I know the second one still needs to be published but I know that one will do just as well. And we don't want you to lose your audience so." Sarah cut off the phone and left it off the hook.

"I said no" She stated, talking to no one in particular.

Sarah sat back in her living room, wondering what she planned to do now that no one was left in her life that she could go to. No one except. No she told herself. I promised myself a long time ago that I would never say "his" name again. Out loud or in my mind. And I plan to stick to that promise

Sarah got up from her chair and went into the kitchen, getting herself a cup of lukewarm coffee; she went to her bedroom and put the coffee on the nightstand, drinking only a little. The deep green walls of her room were covered with pictures of her family and friends, paintings she had collected, and a few of her own pieces of art. One of her favorites was a picture of a tall slender man with blond hair and mis-matched eyes.

"I hate you" she whispered to the picture "You are on my mind all the time, why can't you leave me alone?!" her words got louder until she was practically screaming at the picture. Sarah broke into a sob and fell onto her bed crying.

"Jareth, please." She whispered very quietly, but it was just enough.