Lady Aiobhinn: This is my first Labyrinth fanfic, so all comments are welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth nor do I own Jareth L, Sarah, and Toby.

Tell Me a Story

"What story do you want me to tell tonight?" Sarah asked as she tucked Toby in his racecar bed.

"A new one… about goblins." He cried enthusiastically, beaming up at Sarah with a wide smile.

Sarah's jaw almost dropped to the floor when she heard his request. "G-Goblins? Why do you want to hear a story about them?"

"I just do, is that ok?" he asked innocently. Toby wasn't used to Sarah questioning his choice of topic for his bedtime story. Usually after he told her what he wanted, she would dive right in, using her wonderful gift of imagination to tell the story. "Puh-lease, Sawah. I really want to her a goblin story."

"Ok, well, let's see." Sarah closed her eyes for a moment waiting for a good story to come to mind. "Once upon a time there was a prince who lived in the castle beyond the Goblin City. He loved to play with the goblins in the castle and in the Goblin City itself. One day he was playing in the garden maze with his friends Nok, Caoron, and Fig, when he fell into a deep, dark hole called an oubliette."

Jareth's eyes shot open at the sound of Sarah's voice floating softly to him. He only usually ever heard her actual voice when she called him or even thought his name. But, it had been four years since she had done either.

Curious, he sat up in his bed and conjured a crystal. "Show me the girl," he all but whispered, afraid one of the nosy goblins would hear. He watched as the image of a brunette girl, No, woman he thought, slowly appeared in the crystal. She was sitting on the end of a little racecar bed, talking to the little boy that was tucked beneath the checkered flag covers. Jareth listened closely as the woman talked to the boy.

"The prince was very scared and began to call for help, but the only reply he could hear was his own voice echoing against the walls of the oubliette."

"Realizing that no one would be able to hear him, he decided to look around the room for a way out. He conjured up a crystal, a new trick his father had taught him, and used it as a source of light. The prince began to walk around the little room, touching the walls searching for anything, a handle, a level, even just a crack in the surface of the wall. After a while he came upon a small cot it the far corner of the room. He sat on the cot with his legs swinging back and forth, (a lot like what you do when you're waiting on dinner.)

Toby smiled at his sister's remark. He loved it when she made connections between the characters and him.

"Suddenly, his foot hit something underneath the cot. The prince quickly jumped off the bed and sat on the floor, looking underneath the cot. As he lifted the blanket, he could see a long wooden board lying there. Disappointed he began to stand up, when he suddenly got an idea. Knowing that everything is not as it seems, he reached under the bed for the board and began to pull it from its hiding place. He tugged and tugged until finally the board came free. It was a small door, plain with a handle on both sides. Now, why do you think there was a door underneath the cot?" Sarah smiled at Toby.

Toby's face lit up as he said, "It's like Gopher's hole in Winnie the Pooh, if you put it against something, it makes a way out!"

Jareth's eyes opened wide with surprise when he heard Sarah's story. How did she know his story? No one could possibly have told her. He hadn't even told his parents after he finally escaped the oubliette.

Jareth continued to watch as Sarah told the story. When she got to the part about the door, he laughed when Toby told her what the door was for.

"Smart boy," he said musingly, "Just like his sister."

"The prince lifted the door carefully and placed against the wall. He stared at it for a minute wondering if it was really going to work. "Nothing is what it seems," he said, reaching for the handle. Do you know what happened then?"

"He opened the door and finally got out!" Toby said grinning.

"Good guess, Tobe. Actually when the prince pulled the handle, the door opened and piles and piles of brooms and mops fell out on him."

Toby started laughing at this.

"Well the prince started thinking that he would never get out of the dark oubliette when he looked at the door again. The door was now facing the opposite direction from where he had first placed. "Maybe," he thought to himself, "This is the way out now." The prince reached for the handle and pulled, this time very carefully. When the door opened he very slowly peered in. And guess what!"

Toby clapped his hands together, "He found the way out!"

Sarah smiled at her younger brother. "Not only did he find the way out, but when he opened the door there on the other side was his father's throne room. The prince climbed through the door and ran straight to his father and climbed into his arms! The end!"

"Sarah, that can't be the end!" Toby whined.

"Shhh, Tobe, I her your mom coming and it's way past your bedtime."

Toby gave her a little pout.

"Come on Tobe, give me a goodnight kiss."

Toby smiled and held out his arms. Sarah leaned down and pecked her little brother on the cheek. She stood up and started heading for the door. "Night Tobe."

"Night," he replied with a yawn.

Sarah opened the door and flipped the light switch.

"Sarah?" she heard behind her.

"Yea, Tobe." She turned back toward Toby.

"Did that prince in the story become a king?"

"Yes, he did."

"Is he the king from my dreams?"

"What dream?"

"The one with the big maze and the blonde man… King…Jareth. Yea that's his name!"

Sarah froze her eyes on her brother. "I don't know," she replied quickly, "Night Tobe. Get some sleep, okay." She turned and quickly left the room, leaving the door cracked slightly to let in light from the hallway. She went back to her room and fell on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Her thoughts couldn't escape the memories that Toby's words had brought on. How did he remember the King? He was just a baby when he was in the Labyrinth. Then how did he remember? She wrestled with her thought for a while before falling into a deep but restless sleep, dreaming of peaches and and crystals.

Jareth watched Sarah finished the story, smiling as Toby asked her if the prince was the King from his dream. He watched as Sarah went to her room. Battling with her thoughts as she lay on the bed. Even when she fell asleep, he kept watch over her as she tossed and turned. He touched the crystal tenderly trying to comfort her as she dreamed. Sweet dreams, my Sarah. I shall see you soon.