Ello! So, this is my first Labyrinth oneshot. I wrote this a while back and I just haven't had the time to type it up and post it. So, when I finally had the time, I was like, why not post it now? Now or never right?

I told her to post it because she was just sitting in her chair and staring at it. It was starting to worry me.

I was not!

You were too.

Whatever, what do you know? Begone, evil spirit!

I am not a ghost or spirit.

Who cares? Ok, disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth. I wish I did though. I really do want ridiculously tight pants. Especially if David Bowie is in them…


She really tried to deny him of his existence. She tried her hardest. She may have forgotten everything after she left. But she didn't forget everything liked she hoped to.

She could never get the memory of the ball to disappear. The memory just refused to be forgotten. It snuck into her daydreams. It crept into her dreams. It beat away her nightmares; only to replace them.

And she remembers the ball vividly. All the minor details that a regular girl shouldn't notice. The ivory heavy gown, which made her feel like a queen of England. Her brown locks pinned up to reveal her slender and slightly pale neck. Her ears starting to slowly ache from the weight of the earrings pulling her ear lobes down. It made her feel like she belonged to this strange and wonderful world.

And yet, she felt different from all the others at the ball. It wasn't because she didn't have a mask. Her face was too beautiful to be hidden. It wasn't because her attire was slightly different from theirs either. Her will was too strong to be dressed in what appeared to be rags. Or that she was the only vulnerable human in a ballroom, without a chaperone no less, filled to the brim with enchanting fair folk. Her kingdom, being the human world that was to serve the fae, was too different from theirs not to be show that she, in fact, was higher than them.

No. It was because she had the attention of the Goblin King. Yet, he was not at her side. She felt exposed without him. Why was he toying with her? Maybe because he liked to tease her? Maybe he liked to keep her from expecting the expected? Maybe to show her how not to take things for granted?

This she ponders, as she remembers. She remembers being frightened by the fae. She remembers the looks of disgust mixed with amusement on what she could see of their faces. Why did they even put on the horrid masks to begin with? To frighten her? It worked.

She remembers looking for the King. The King with mismatched eyes. The King with golden hair. The King who showed her how to grow up. The King who taught her how to be kind. The King who stole her brother. Then, the King who stole her heart.

"So, you finally remembered, little girl?" asked a smooth, alluring voice from behind her recliner in her flat in New York. A voice, which pleaded, spat harsh words, sang soft lullabies, twisted words, chanted riddles, and ordered her to do this and that.

She smiled. "I have, Goblin King,"

"Do you know what this means, Sarah?"

"I do,"

"Good. Shall we go, Goblin Queen?"

"We shall, Jareth."

And as she stood from her chair and took his offered hand, she thought that life wasn't really fair. And as he smiled his wicked smile, she thought that it was okay if life wasn't fair. Because there always was a Goblin King to capture you. Sarah Williams smiled at her King and soon-to-be-husband.

The next morning, when her friend came to pick her up for a girls day out, she found the apartment to be empty and every surface was covered with glitter. She glanced at the coffee table and placed in the middle of it, was a glass sphere.


Finished! Did you like it? How was it? Was it a passable oneshot? Review and tell me what you think! Preferably now. Please and thank you!

Review so she doesn't nag me.

I do NOT nag!