This is my VERY FIRST attempt at fanfiction. Please excuse any misspellings or grammatical errors. It has been a long time since I've put anything out for someone to read. Each chapter will be from either Sarah or Jareth's POV. If at anytime this changes, I will let you know. So enjoy as two worlds that should never touch collide and combust.

Jareth

She moved as if she was dancing with an imaginary partner. Spinning in soft circles, to music that only could be heard within her silent bubble. As she spun in slow, yet graceful circles, a slight tear was noticed relieving itself from the corner of her already heavily misty looking eyes. As the dance seem to come to an end, she sighed and laid herself on the bed in the corner of her room. "Crying herself to sleep again" he murmured to himself.

This was not the first time he had observed this exquisite performance. Several nights a week she would sway to the music only she heard. Other nights, she would pull a small red book from a drawer beside her bed and grasp it tight to her chest. Never once did she open it or read the words written in the tiny leather bound book. Her hold upon the bound pages was enough for him to realize that this book meant more to her then most of her other belongings. The golden letters that one spelled The Labyrinth faded to a dull shine. Her knuckles would be white until she would drift off into another restless night of sleep.

There had been many a night that her thrashing and whispered dreams had made it hard for him to leave when the dawn came. She had even called out his name while lost completely in her dream land. His most precious memory was the first night she moaned his name. It escaped her lips during what seemed to be a rather "pleasant" dream. If only he could see into her dreams. If only.

But as dreams go, there were not always the pleasant dreams. No, on rather stormy nights when the clouds rumbled with protest, her dreams took on a rather ominous tone. On these nights, he would whisper comforting words in her ear and sometimes place gentle reassuring kisses upon her brow. She would always respond by begging him to stay. "please...don't leave..I didn't mean it" she would sigh. Then settle into a peaceful slumber only if he took his place beside her on her bed.

For eight long years now, this was how he spent his nights. Hiding in the shadows from the beauty who had now cried out all her tears and fallen into a peaceful slumber. How he wish he could collect those tears and present them to her one day. "See my love, every time you shed a tear, I caught them." He ached to lay beside her and wrap his arms around her sleeping form. With a sigh he turned from the bed. "Jareth" she moaned in her sleep. He echoed her moan with one of his own. There had to be a limit to what a man could endure, even a Goblin man.

I do not own these characters..only what I imagine happens to them. Sorry this is just a short chapter. I am hoping to make them slightly longer. Please, let me know what you think...Reviews are what make us better. Thank you for reading...