Welcome to my first Labyrinth fanfiction. Hope you enjoy it. I have a few others in the works but i'll see how this one does. )


It had been years. She had tried to put it all behind her. Soon after her 21st birthday, she realized the aboveground held nothing for her. Drunk from the club, she caught a glimpse of a red leather covered book. She suddenly realized what had been missing. A void was in her that she hadn't noticed before. She put her hands on her dresser and looked bleary eyed into the mirror in front of her.

"Oh, Jareth. How could I have been so stupid all these years?" She started to get dizzy and closed her eyes. When the feeling passed, she opened them to see a blond-haired man dressed completely in black with a high collared cape. She blinked thinking the alcohol was really starting to affect her brain. He placed his hands on her shoulder.

"Just say the words," he whispered in her ear. Sarah started at the man who had haunted her dreams for years.

"Jareth, I wish you would take me away right now." Everything dissolved as she ended up staring out over the labyrinth from the balcony of the castle. She turned around to look into his mismatched eyes. "Catch me," she whispered as she collapsed, the excess of alcohol finally catching up to her. Jareth caught her and gently swept her up into his arms. He entered his bedroom and laid her down on his soft mattress. He covered her up gently. When he had determined she was warm enough, he closed the doors and curtain to the balcony and lay down next to her, and arm draped over he waist in protection.

The morning came with the after effects of drinking. A headache, sensitivity to light and sound, and all over feeling miserable. Sarah groaned and attempted to roll over. Finding there was a weight preventing her from doing so. She opened her eyes slowly and noted the arm that was draped over her. She slowly turned her head and saw the spiky blond hair and owlish eyebrows she once knew so well. His eyes fluttered open.

"You're awake." Sarah cringed.

"No so loud," she whispered. "You'll make my head feel like its going to split open." Jareth smirked and held his hand to her forehead gingerly. Soon, the handover was gone. Sarah sat up and looked around at her surrounding. She was lying on a canopy bed. A velvety blanked covered her. The entire room was richly decorated with black and creams. The bed was dark red, the pillows soft and Jareth's body was so warm.

"That better?" He took hold of her hand and kissed it.

"Yes, thank you. I'm a little fuzzy on last night though." He laughed gently.

"You called out to me, asked me to take you away, and collapsed in my arms shortly after we arrived here. You slept soundly the rest of the night. You have grown very beautiful." Sarah blushed. He looked the same as he did 8 years ago, just with a more tender expression to his face. He cupped her face in his hand and gently kissed her lips. "I have missed you dearly."

"I've missed you too Jareth. I've needed you in my life. I just didn't realize it until last night." She paused and shuddered. Jareth encircled his arms around her shoulder pulling her close.

"Shh. Everything's alright love. You're right where you belong." He stroked her cheek. She smiled sincerely for the first time in a very long time. "Come. There are creatures that are anxious to catch up with you." He got up and led Sarah into his throne room.