Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth and do not make any money off of this story. I have simply wrote it for my amusement and to perhaps entertain others.
A/N: If you are looking for a Sarah/Jareth fanfic, this is not the story for you. If you are easily offended by abuse, child rape, drug usage, and suicide attempts, this is not the story for you.
While it is still going to be safe under the Mature rating, all of the above will be mentioned, some in detail. I do not condone any of the above and if you do than I really wish you wouldn't read my story because I would much rather have nothing do to with you. You have however been warned.
A Wish Come True: Chapter One
"Shut up you little bitch!" Sarah screamed at her third child hating the brat just as much as she did her son and almost as much as she hated her oldest daughter.
Her son spoke up going to pick up and care for the crying baby, even though he really wasn't much more than a baby himself, at four years old.
"She can't help it ma'am. She's hungry." Truth be told, so was he. Dagon hadn't eaten since lunch the day before when his older sister had come to tell them that soon they would be leaving their mother and coming to live with her. Dagon couldn't be happier. Nimue was the only person, other than Uncle Toby, who cared about himself and their newest sister Isolde.
"Hungry? Of course you are. You're so worthless, nobody wants you. You think Nimue wants you? If she wants you, then why is she so late?"
Dagon didn't listen to his mother as she screamed on. Instead he tried to calm the baby in his arms looking at her lovingly. "Don't worry Isolde, me and Nimue will love you, and we'll take care of you. Nimue will be here soon, you'll see."
The last part he said slightly louder making his mother laugh. Her laugh scared him. It made him think of dark nights with the grabbing hands of the men that she brought home.
"I wish..." His mother laughed and turned her crazy gaze towards him.
"I wish the Goblin King would come and take you away right now!" She screamed.
Dagon backed away from her slowly. What was she talking about? Just then Isolde let out a screech and Sarah raised her hands to slap the baby in Dagon's arms. Quickly, he shielded her body with his small one and waited to feel the sting of the blow. But the pain never arrived.
Suddenly, a velvety voice purred out venom. The coldness in it alone would have made Dagon start crying but it wasn't directed towards him.
"They belong to me now Sarah Williams and you will not be touching them." The blond haired giant in front of them smiled as Sarah passed out cold from drugs, alcohol, and straight up shock.
Jareth watched coldly as Sarah feel to the ground. He didn't move to catch her or even raise an eyebrow at the sound of her her body hitting the floor hard. It was amazing at how far she had fallen. He had known that she had gotten pregnant when she was fifteen, shortly after she returned home from her visit underground. So much for running the labyrinth teaching you responsibility.
Jareth snorted at his own sarcasm as he looked down at the boy in front of him who was shielding the baby in his arms. They were both young children and he quickly did the math deciding that neither one could be Sarah's first born, who would be around twenty.
Sarah was old indeed going well into her thirties and her body was showing the signs much more dramatically than others. She was much to old to still be so irresponsible.
Jareth caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned his mismatched gaze back to the children before him. Kneeling down in front of them he offered the boy his friendliest smile.
"Hello there, I am Jareth, the Goblin King, and you are?"
The boy swallowed visibly but bravely and politely spoke. "Hello sir. I'm Dagonet, but everyone calls me Dagon. And this is Isolde, she's very new."
Jareth nodded his head and got to the point. "Well Dagon, it looks like you and Isolde are going to come and live with me in my castle." Dagon shook his head furiously causing Jareth to frown.
"I'm sorry sir, but we can't because we are moving in with our sister Nimue. She's going to take care of us from now on and I don't think that she would like the thought of us living with a total stranger." Jareth chuckled at the boys bold words.
"And just where would your sister be?" He asked.
"Right here." A feminine voice growled from behind him quickly fallowed by the slamming of the front door.