This one is kind of JS, but in a less perfect way than some I have read. It kind of takes everything that labyrinth fans want for Jareth and Sarah and twists it just a bit…To anyone who has read my other stories, I have been a bad, bad updater. I will try to reform, and I might even revive those long lost stories if things go well. Please forgive me, and let me know if this one makes sense…

Mari

Looking out her bedroom window at the beautiful streets of Oxford, she wished she could enjoy herself more. Each moment here was like a dream, and because of that it was nothing special for her.

It wasn't fair what he had done to her! What was Europe when you had been offered all of your dreams? Even the most dramatic of events, the most fabulous of journeys was nothing to her now. He hadn't just stolen her baby brother from her, stolen him by tricking her with words. He had stolen her chance at ever dreaming.

At first it had come back to her in flashes. The first clear memory she had of realizing what had happened was when Toby took his first steps. She had been babysitting again, but she didn't feel rejected or put upon about it. Every moment with Toby was a gift to her now. The tow-headed toddler had tossed a toy across the room, and his sister had walked over to get it for him while he laughed happily. She had shaken the little plush toy gently, teasing him with it. He smiled, knowing it was a game. And then, just when she had been about to return it to him, he had begun to crawl towards her awkwardly. She watched him, and then knelt on the floor to urge him forward. He reached the coffee table that stood between them, and she had waited to see what he would do. To her surprise and delight, he placed his chubby hands around the edge and pulled himself up shakily. With his sister smiling and calling words of encouragement, Toby had taken his first steps away from the table and into her arms.

At least, that was what Sarah had thought.

One moment she was smiling at the joy of Toby's first steps, the next she was once again watching him grasp the edge of the table. This time, Toby walked for real, but there was less joy in having lost the surprise. The first time Sarah had been imagining a dream. A dream that she had been given just months ago by a king.

She hadn't realized it at the time. It wasn't until the strange phenomenon happened again and again that Sarah realized. Everything good that happened to her, she knew about it before it occurred, and thus took less delight in it. At first Sarah thought her time in the labyrinth had gifted her with a strange clairvoyance, but then she realized that it was much simpler than that. She recognized all of the strange events. They were her dreams, and that man had already shown them to her, in the depths of a million crystals. There was nothing left for her in the real world, knowing all of her dreams this way. With a sinking feeling, Sarah felt that she could dream in the labyrinth. But that was a realm she would never be offered again.

At first she had been sad and longing desperately for the man that had caused her this strange loss. But the sadness had eventually turned to anger with each stolen, revealed dream. In Toby's case, Sarah had a slight happiness in realizing that she had even had dreams for the brother she had supposedly despised before her adventure. It was proof that she hadn't really wanted to hurt Toby, even when she said the words. But most things had no such silver lining.

Sarah wanted to tell her someone about her predicament, but she didn't know how. How could a person imagine not having dreams? How could anyone truly feel the sadness of dreaming something wonderful, only to realize that it is something you have already seen, already accomplished in an ephemeral way, unless it happened to them?

To Sarah's knowledge, the labyrinth hadn't happened to anyone else in the world, at least in the current century. She was alone, unique, dreamless…

Sadly, of all the revealed dreams, those of the man who had stolen them from her were the hardest to shake.