A/N: Here we go again. I've been inspired to write a somewhat involved story…sure enough already planning a more detailed sequel! Stay tuned and I hope I'm able to take you all for a ride…thanks!

PROLOGUE

She was running as fast as her feet could take her. Her shoes pounding on the pavement beneath her, each step echoing in her head like it was thunderstruck. Under her panting breath, she could feel the beginnings of sweat beads forming around her forehead and feeling their slow downward travel to her brow.

She never once thought to look back behind for fear that it might reach her. Only knowing that she had to keep running, never to stop, until she knew she was safe. Her eyes narrowed in, trying to focus on something else – anything else. Whatever being it was that was following her, she knew that if it caught up to her, she'd be dead. Never once had she actually seen the beast, or man, or woman, or animal that chased her, she only knew that it was right behind her, quickly closing in.

She could feel it, it was right behind her. Her hands had balled up into fists and her breath was quick and erratic. Terrified to no end of the consequence should she slow down-even for a second-that this "thing" would catch her. Gaining speed at her heels she forced her body to push itself to the limits of running away from it all.

But, just up ahead, in the shadows before her, she saw that he was there. He was going to protect her, save her from whatever this thing was behind her. As if the trees ahead of her had opened up to display him like a statue under the moonlight, she caught a strong glimpse of his alluring mismatched eyes. As she closed the distance between them, she used all the left over strength she harbored to throw herself against him and into his arms. His dark mischievous smile welcomed her and he wrapped his arms around her form. Once out of harms way, she knew she couldn't be touched. With a gentle nuzzle into the soft folds of his shirt, she took in the magic spices that were enchanting to her senses. Like a warm blanket of passion, she felt him radiate warmth and safety, and in his arms she knew that she would always be safe.

As Sarah's breath began to calm, she slowly pushed off of him just enough to keep her body close to him. She gazed up into those hypnotic eyes of blue and green as they lay upon her. His platinum streaked hair fell over his broad shoulders, allowing a few loose strands to blow around the pale complexion of his face.

With a soft, but stern voice, his accent spoke to her, "You know I'll always be here for you, Sarah."

CHAPTER 1

Sarah Williams awoke from another nightmare in a cold sweat. Catching her last breath in her throat, she sat straight up, releasing a light startle. Letting her eyes adjust to the darkness, she paused for a moment to take in her surroundings, remembering where she was. Subconsciously lifting a hand over her heart, feeling the soft satin sleep shirt under her finger tips, and taking a deep breath once relieved that she was home.

After a few more deep breaths, she looked over at her bedside clock, four-thirty. Thinking to herself, "Well, at least it let me sleep in a bit longer than usual."

Like routine, Sarah leaned over to the bedside table and pulled the drawer out to remove a bottle of prescribed pills. Emptying a couple of blue oval pills into the palm of her hand, she washed them down with a glass of water sitting nearby. Falling back into the folds of her sheets, she shook her head wondering to herself if these dreams and nightmares would ever leave her alone.

It had been eight years since her fictious trek through the Labyrinth and she had since convinced herself that it was nothing but a dream. Nothing more but a very surreal fantasy that lead her to believe that there had been friends that helped her along on her journey, her baby brother being taken away by goblins and a time limit to rescue him from the King of the Goblins.

The King of the Goblins, Jareth

The man whose image never truly materialized in her dreams, but Sarah knew it was he. Or a figment of him; which would explain the reason for her to believe her imagination had made the whole thing up.

Since that adventure, Sarah had been plagued with dreams and nightmares of every evil thought of her childhood imagination. Whether it be of little dwarves killing fairies, Terrier knights on Sheepdog-horseback, evil spirits chasing her or her latest dream, something similar of her kind trying to harm her in some way, they all visited her at least three times a week. Had it not been for the medication that her psychiatrist prescribed to suppress them, they'd be visiting her every night.

But what still intrigued her about these dreams was that at the end of these nightmares she was never left alone. She was never truly left to be hurt, as He was always there. Vividly seeing his image standing there, offering his hand, pulling her into an embrace- she never spoke to him. By never saying a word, she merely listened for the sooth of his voice speaking to her and then she knew it was over.

Sarah's dreams followed her through the years, never having the same one twice, but still coming very frequent. They began affecting her schoolwork and as an adult, her career. She very rarely had a full nights rest and desperately needed an improvement.

She began seeing a psychiatrist on a regular basis, trying to expel these thoughts from her mind, hopefully releasing something within her that carried these childhood memories. After numerous amounts of tests and medications to aid her active mind, the doctors were only able to suppress some of the dreams, not end them. So, it's now into her adult life that she resorts to a routine of three times a week, waking up in the middle of the night and popping her valium.

The king of the goblins stood near the clearing. He double-checked his sightlines behind him, making sure there was still a clear path for the two of them to escape once she neared. He heard her crying. He heard her yelling. He could feel her fear.

His heart tried to reach out to her, for her to feel him and direct her, but she was keeping herself back. She was not extending any emotions he could latch onto. He willed her to follow her instincts and allow the fear to drive her to him. He would be there. He would be waiting.

Again, he double-checked the path behind him, to make sure no one was coming for them. Still clear. Then he heard her swift feet, speeding her through the forest towards him. She broke through the final branches that lay low and came into his sightline completely. His eyes widened at the sight of her and held his arms out for her to come to him. She did, and she wasn't stopping until she embraced him.

She flung her body against his; holding onto him for dear life, knowing that she had found safety and refuge within him. Her body was shaking, she was breathing hard, and her warm breath was felt through the thin fabric of his shirt as she pushed her face against his chest.

His hands came around her neck and tangled in her long dark hair. He placed a kiss on the top of her head and looked down at her when she pulled away to look up.

He gave her a light smirk and said, "You know I'll always be here for you, Sarah."

Tossing and turning, but never in any mental pain, he woke himself up from his dream. A monthly dose of memory that never was, but something he had hoped for. He was never going to see her again, so he had to move on with his own life.