Author's Note: This is my first Labyrinth fic. I've been reading Labyrinth fics for about three months now, and I've loved the movie forever, but I really don't know how this is going to turn out. I'm a little nervous, the last time I wrote a fic, it wasn't all that great (at least by my standards), and I was unable to finish it. Okay, enough about me, this is the first chapter, please read and review! And if it sucks, please tell me, I'll take it down and/or try to rework it. Constructive criticism is appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or any characters, places, ideas, etc., that were mentioned in the film.
Sarah lay on her bed at 4:00 AM, thinking that she should be asleep. Too many things had happened the night before, she could not even consider sleeping. She had wished her baby brother, Toby, to the goblins, and solved the Labyrinth of the Goblin King to get her brother back. In doing so, she had rejected her dreams…not only her dreams, she thought, but him. She had rejected Jareth, the Goblin King.
Jareth confused her. Have you ever had a dream that you can't remember, but you see something later and realize that you've dreamt about it? That is what happened with Jareth. The moment His Majesty had set foot in her brother's bedroom, she had known they had met before. In her dreams. As she thought about it, the song from Sleeping Beauty popped into her head "I know you, I've walked with you once upon a dream…" She smiled a little, wondering if she was insane. Not only did she think she had met a fictional king- the Goblin King, she reminded herself, she had dreamt about him before. And she even believed he had fallen in love with her.
Sarah laughed silently, making a mental note to never again eat three bowls of 'Death by Chocolate' ice cream before bed.
Far from where Sarah lie, in a different kingdom, in a different world, a tall man with wild blond hair gazed at her in a sphere of transparent crystal. His mismatched eyes swirled with emotions, and his brow was knit in concentration. He was still shocked by his defeat. Even more, he was shocked at the victor. Not only had he been beaten, his opponent had been a mortal. A mortal girl. And if that wasn't enough, he had fallen in love with her. How cliché, he thought, to fall in love with the girl who won. The first to do so since the creation of the Labyrinth.
But as he gazed at Sarah's sleeping form, he realized that no woman, human or fae could possibly compare to Sarah. At sixteen, she was no longer a girl, but Jareth didn't know if he could call her a woman- she was too innocent, too unschooled in the ways of her world. She had shown that in her repeated exclamations of "That's not fair!" Yet somehow, this… this… Sarah had beaten his Labyrinth, saved her brother, and wounded his heart.