Ok, this is mine first fan fic so reviews would be great. You see, I'm not a native speaker. So please be kind - I know I'm going to mess up so you'll tell me and I'll fix it up as much as I can.

So here we go:

Disclaimer: I just own a great book that inspires me to do this, but about the Labyrinth I don't own a soul... such a pity.

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Sarah was sleeping in the University library where she had been writing a paper for her research. She had always loved books of any kind and now she was making true one of her dreams: studying old manuscripts and codex.

In the last month she hadn't sleep well in any other place than the library. This old building was built 400 years ago by Franciscan friars and was very imposing, dark, and lonely since it wasn't in the main campus. It was only for the Master and Ph.D. students, especially the ground levels that held the collection of codex and old books.

One day, rummaging through these old books, she found a very strange codex. It was small, almost of the size of her old Labyrinth book, but had the peculiarity of being written in black parchment with golden letters and it wasn't in the library catalog. She fell in love with the book. She couldn't read it because her Latin – even when good – wasn't that good ... Even so she showed no one her discovery. She hid it in on a back shelf, saving this wonderful book just for her.

She was trying to translate a paragraph of this when she fall sleep after daydreaming about the Labyrinth. Through the years she had been in contact with her old friends, but it wasn't the same, not any more. Sir Didymus was gone on a quest (and Sarah felt guilty about it, it having been her who had lent the little fox the Quixote book), Ludo was back in the rock realm (it was too dangerous for the Goblin City to have Ludo around), and Hoggle had gotten married and hadn't any time for her.

With these gloomy thoughts, she fell asleep. Then, she felt something pulling on her book that made her wake up with a yelp.

"The king has a book as lovely as that one, but he didn't let me taste it," said a little voice just at her side, a little shabby goblin.

"Well I won't let you either, Dibk." Sarah said.

She had met this goblin when she first came into the library and they had become kind-of friends. The little shabby goblin of rusted armor could be very helpful (when he felt like it anyway).

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you in a while," Sarah said at the same time that she took the book from the reach of the goblin.

"Well, I have been in his Majesty's library, till this morning, when he found me and kicked me through the window."

"He shouldn't do that," she said frowning.

"Anyway, I had time to chew three books before he found me!"

At this replay, Sarah thought that maybe Jareth had a valid reason to kick his subjects.

When Sarah was gathering her belongings to leave the library, she suddenly remember something and turned back. "Hey, Dibk, did you say that his almighty tights wearing highness has a book like this?"

"Yeah and he don't let me chew it, not even a bite." The goblin smiled from ear to ear and said, "Can I chew your's mistress?"

At that Sarah laughed. "Hell no, besides you are going to help me to get this one out of the library."

"The mistress make Dibk sad!" the goblin cried.

"Come on. I'll bake you cookies if you'll help me."

The eyes of the goblin got brighter again. "Really? But why don't the mistress take it out for herself?"

"Because I can't walk around the library with this kind of book under my arm! So, do you want the cookies?" The goblin nodded several times "Then take the book, don't chew it, and bring it out for me."

Later, in her small apartment, Sarah was passing the folios of the black codex and thought that the goblin's curiosity was big enough to ask Jareth about the book. Maybe some years ago she wouldn't even consider asking him, but now she was far beyond that "you stole my brother" thing.

Since Jareth never stopped of popping in and out of her sight, she had chosen to declare a truce, even when Jareth never stopped with his innuendoes of his undying love for her. She ignored him when he started with that, but she knew that he'd never give up.

Even pondering all that, her curiosity got the better of her and when caressing the folios of the book she called softly, "Jareth." Just a second later she felt a gloved hand picking up a strand of her hair and kissing it.

"Jareth, stop! That's getting old, can't you say hello like any other person?"

"Ah, but I'm not any other person, or am I, my Queen?" said Jareth smirking.

"Don't 'myQueen' me, Jareth. I just have a question," Sarah said.

"And what might that be, pray tell?" the Goblin King said.

"Dibk told me that you have a book just like this one." Sarah showed him the book she had 'borrowed' from the library.

The smirk on the Goblin King's face faded. "Where did you find it?" he asked, grasping Sarah's shoulders, pulling her up on her tip toes, and bringing her eyes to the same level as his, their lips almost touching.

"I found it at the library on a shelf." Sarah said, taken aback by his reaction to the book.

Composing himself, the Goblin King put Sarah on the ground.

After many years of shouting matches with his "highness", Sarah knew that she wouldn't get anything from him by shouting. Once, she had learned that she could get anything she wanted from Jareth. Seeing his reactions to the book, she knew that this was one of those times when she would have to use all of her charms to get an answer.

"Jareth," she said pouting and gave him her best puppy eyes (the best thing she got from her acting lessons).

Jareth laughed and when he stopped, he said "There's no need to use those eyes, my Queen. I'll tell you about the books, but you'll have to wait." With that he disappeared in a cloud of glitter.

"Damn, I didn't get an answer," Sarah said, stomping her foot before she got into the kitchen to start with the cookies.

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So did you like it? Well, my personal challenge in this fic is that Sarah doesn't yell at Jareth. I hope I can make it work. I also must tell you that the black parchment codexes do exist. There are just 9 in the world and the last one seen on auction reached 16 millions of euros, so sadly, I'm not receiving one for Christmas unless some very rich hottie wants to be nice to me - looks in both directions - (sigh) Well, a girl can dream ... tell me if you like it, reviews would be great.