I don't like anyone in this story except the Goblin King, Creat, and Sarah. All comments towards the gracefulness of other characters should be read in a sarcastic voice. That's how it sounds in my head.

That said, do read on and enjoy.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Labyrinth, although I do own Creat. If I had any claim to Twitlight, it would be at the bottom of a rather muddy well.

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The rain fell heavily on the forest, drowning it. Under the eaves of a large tree, a beautiful woman lay; blood trickling from the edge of her hairline down her neck.

Her brown hair, usually curly and bouncy, was black against her alabaster skin. A short, and tiny, brownish green creature sat by her hand, patting it worriedly. Where was the King? Normally he was there in an instant! Oh, hopefully something hadn't happened to him too! Worry clutched at the tiny creatures stomach, and large, glistening tears made their way down his grubby cheeks. Choked with sobs, for he was a very emotional, if intellectually lacking, creature, he pulled the dampened crème colored fabric of the woman's skirt over his shivering body and settled down. He was under strict orders never to leave the Queen's side, unless she ordered him away, which she hadn't. Cold and sad, the creature eventually fell into a restless sleep.

Not an hour later, what looked like a human entered the clearing silently, his clothing plastered to his body. His expression was annoyed, as if the storm itself had insulted him by… well, raining on him.

This expression disappeared, though, when he noticed the woman. By now, the blood at her hairline was dry, but he noticed it all the same. His control, though, didn't waver, for although he was many things he wasn't swayed by such a small amount of blood, not when he saw other things he might gain from this situation.

Moving forward gracefully, he knelt beside the woman, not noticing the tiny creature that made itself invisible the instant he came near. With exaggerated gentleness, the boy, or rather, teenager, took the woman's hand, and schooled his features into worried concern. "Hello? Are you alright?" He made a show, although he knew she likely wasn't conscious, of checking her pulse.

When she made no sign of waking, he sighed and swept her dramatically up into his arms, stalking through the trees over-gracefully, just in case she came too.

The creature, who shall now forth be called Creat, balanced in the Queen's lap, wondering what to do. He didn't like this strange boy carrying the Queen in such an intimate way! That was the King's job! Worried, Creat crept up and patted the Queen's cheek, hoping to wake her up. She made no sign of waking, and Creat was forced to hold still until the boy reached a large mansion like home, where he called out for help.

As soon as he called, a short, bouncy black-haired girl came out the door, twirling just as over-gracefully on her toes as she neared him. "Edward! I saw it!" She said, giggling, "Come on, we must get her inside!" She led him up to the door, throwing it open before moving aside so he could glide in.

Glide in he did, with lots of flourish, his latest catch still in his arms. He danced up the stairs into the guest room and, with the same exaggerated gentleness as before deposited her on the bed. Then he called for his father figure, who entered a moment later.

The two stood and talked for all of thirty seconds, before it was decided that they should get one of the girls to remove her dress, after all it was soaking wet. Creat hissed, but of course they couldn't hear him. Oh, where was the King!

The father figure called for the mother figure, who came dancing in with the same over-exaggerated grace. He told her of the woman's predicament, and after she asked a soft question about another girl, which he waved away, she agreed to help.

She took no more then two steps towards the woman before Creat threw a handful of grubby, force field making glitter at her. Unable to see where it came from, she blinked gracefully, and then fell back two steps dramatically. "What was that?" She cried in surprise, her gaze turning to the father figure, who was looking at the boy, who shrugged and indicated that they should call for the rest of the family.

Creat was proud of himself, he'd managed to protect the Queen from these… these… whatever they were! Happy for the moment, he snuggled against the Queen, stroking her cheek with one grubby finger, and hoping that the King would come soon.

The rest of the makeshift family filed into the room, standing around the bed and studying the passed out woman closely. She was, indeed, beautiful, although her eyebrows were odd – they looked as if they'd been done using makeup, although the rain should have washed it off, or at least messed it up.

"I can't feel anything from her." A tall blonde man announced, his brows knitted together with annoyance, he wasn't used to being blocked. Beside him stood the over-bouncy black-haired girl from before.

The girl was about to open her mouth when the power went out and lightening flashed outside. From his hiding spot of the Queen's hair, Creat perked up, this was the King's calling card!

Indeed, not a moment later, the large windows blew open, and there stood the Goblin King, in all his tights-wearing glory. He was also, at the moment, furious. Without so much as a glance at the other figures in the room, he strode over to the bed, kneeling on it so he could stroke his Queen's face. "Sarah, precious, wake up." He murmured, and his trailing gloved fingers began to leave glitter behind.

One or more of the people in the room began to speak, but the Goblin King ignored them, focused only on waking up his Queen. His work paid off a moment later when her beautiful mismatched green eyes fluttered open to look up at him. A happy, albeit tired, smile graced her features. "Jareth…" She said, "I feel exhausted… I think the storm soaked me through." She laughed weakly at this, and the King shook his head with mild amusement, although his eyes were still concerned. Quickly, he slid his arms around her, noting Creat, who after the King nodded to his shoulder, scrambled up and perched on said shoulder.

The Goblin King finally turned from the bed; his Queen nestled safely in his arms, her tired eyes barely open as she surveyed the silent room. She focused on the boy, rather suddenly, and she waved a pale hand at him, "Jareth, I can feel a clear impression of his hand on my ass. Please, do something." With that dealt with, she sleepily snuggled closer to her husband, and fell into dreams of ballrooms, with lots of goblins running around holding bowls full of peaches.

Jareth's concerned eyes turned stormy, his gaze locked on the golden-eyes of the man-child who stood across from him. "Her ass?" He asked, in a low, dangerous voice. The boy didn't seem fazed, so assured was he of his own strength. He merely shrugged, "I had to carry her here." He stated.

For a moment, Jareth was torn between throttling the boy, and taking his dear Sarah home. The choice was made for him, though, when he heard a loud, annoying voice call "Edward!", from downstairs and then the tell-tail steps of someone coming upstairs.

Into the room came a young, tiny girl, with brown hair, and equally brown eyes. Jareth raised a brow at her, and she gasped at him, for he was beautiful! Almost more beautiful then her Edward! She quickly squished this thought, hurrying forward and wrapping her arms around Edward, who wrapped his arms around her and took on the protective stance that he knew would earn him kisses, and more obedience, later. His family ignored this.

Jareth, who can see all dreams, smirked as he looked at the two of them. "Well, I'll just get you another time then." He laughed knowingly, spun on his heel, and disappeared.

Back at the castle, he gently lay his Sarah down on their bed, before using equal care to change her into something warmer, and slipping her under the covers. He ordered some soup to be made for her, before he snuggled down beside her, glad to give her his body heat.

Some time later, Sarah woke up again, and turned sleepy eyes up to her husband. "Did you slap him silly?" She asked, an amused smile on her lips. "No, my dear, I do believe that won't be necessary. His own retribution is coming for him." He ran his fingers through her damp hair, "Although, if you like I could do something all the same."

Sarah shook her head, sliding her arms around her beloved Goblin King. "No," She said with a yawn, "just stay. The goblin's will cause him trouble enough." Jareth nodded, a smirk playing over his features as he remembered the trouble his own goblins had caused him on his Sarah's orders. She was tricky, sly, fiery one, his Sarah, and she loved puzzles just as much as he did.

Contently holding her close, he knew he wouldn't have it any other way.

Just before he drifted off, he heard the distant Aboveground sound of glass breaking, curses, and girlish screams. With a smugger smile, Jareth slipped off into his own dreams, most of them involving scantily clad Goblin Queens…

Perhaps when they woke, if she was feeling better, he could convince her they needed an heir. Or that their skin, at least, needed some time away from their clothes.

Well, he was married to the woman, you know.

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So, what do you think? I never actually got a chance to explain, but Sarah was flying in the storm before she crashed and landed under that tree. Since she wasn't conscious, she returned to her usual form.

With a flourishing bow of bowyness (I'm referencing someone here, see if you can guess), I take my leave of you, for now.

B.W.T.