Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or any of its characters, I mean, it's called fanfiction for a reason.

A/N: This was just a silly little drabble about Sarah when she is 18 and a freshman in college. Then I realized I just wrote the intro to a multi chapter fic.

"Come on Sarah!" her friend asked while pouting.

Having had this exact same conversation with her friend before Sarah knew that she would give up eventually. She prayed it would be sooner than later. She hated talking about things like this.

'That's what you get for having a stupid schoolgirl's crush on the Goblin King,' Sarah pointed out to herself bitterly.

"Is it Kevin?" her friend asked with a goofy grin.

Sarah sighed, "I keep telling you I don't have a crush on any of the guys from our school."

Her friend giggled and asked, "So he's not from our school?"

Sarah shook her head in an exaggerated display of exasperation then flopped down onto her bed. After becoming friends two years ago Sarah had realized early on that Mary was much more interested in boys than she was but it barely ever caused a problem. The exception was that every few months or so Mary would get it in her head that the only reason Sarah didn't have a boyfriend was because she had a crush on an upperclassmen or someone else 'out of her league'. Mary had made it her personal mission to find out who that mystery boy is.

"That's not a no," she told Sarah in a sing-song voice.

Sarah smiled teasingly, "It wasn't a yes either."

Mary thought for a moment and then looked at Sarah with a fairly serious expression, "Please tell me it isn't James."

"It's not James," Sarah reassured her friend.

"Well that's good for two reasons then," Mary told her with a victorious smirk.

Sarah raised one eyebrow in question.

"The first reason is that you don't have a crush on a guy that's so snooty that he actually insists everyone call him James," Mary informed Sarah while laughing.

Sarah laughed at that too before asking, "Reason number two?"

"You said 'Its not James' which is practically admitting that it is someone, therefore, you have a secret crush," Mary stated while crossing her arms as if daring Sarah to question her logic.

Sarah rolled her eyes.

"I bet he's just like one of the guys from the stories you always read," she told her while pulling one of Sarah's books off the shelf to point at the knight on the cover.

Sarah almost burst out laughing but was able to control herself and snarkily replied, "Yeah ok."

Her friend tried to put on a serious face although Sarah could see she was trying not to laugh, "I bet that he's exactly like the heros in all your stupid books and swept you off your feet."

Mary got out of the chair she had been in and dramatically gestured to the window, "I bet you have to sneak out at night to see him because your love is forbidden by your parents."

Sarah couldn't help but laugh at that, "My stepmother would practically push me out the door to get me to go on a date if she thought it would work, besides I live on campus, I'm just here for the weekend, remember?"

"Ok, his parents then," she corrected.

They both laughed a little and Mary sat down next to Sarah on the bed, "But seriously, whoever this guy is that you have some sort of unrequited love thing for, I wish he would just come in and sweep you off your feet, maybe then you'd have someone who will actually help you rehearse all of your plays."

Sarah visible flinched at the use of the phrase "I wish" and Mary stopped smiling.

"Sorry, shouldn't have said that, I know how much it gets on your nerves when people wish for things," Mary apologized.

Sarah forced herself to offer Mary a reassuring smile, "Its fine."

"Probably," Sarah added under her breath.

Mary was about to comment on Sarah's remark when they both heard something tap against the window.

"Is that an owl?" Mary asked in confusion.

Sarah looked at the window and fought the urge to groan in agitation before responding, "Yup."

The window blew open letting the owl fly in and land where it quickly transformed into the Goblin King almost exactly as Sarah remembered him from the first time they met three years before.

"W-who are you?" Mary stuttered.

Jareth looked at Sarah in mock hurt, "You haven't told your friend about me and your little adventure?"

Sarah sighed in resignation, "This is the Goblin King."

Mary looked from one to the other clearly confused but not sure what to ask either of them.

"I believe you wished me here," Jareth helpfully supplied with a grin.

She looked at Sarah, "You and him?"

Sarah blushed lightly but replied indignantly, "It isn't like that, we were . . . adversaries."

"Oh?" Jareth asked, "Then why am I here?"

When Sarah didn't have an immediate answer for that he walked towards her.

"Now then, I have a wish to fulfill," he said as he suddenly picked up Sarah bridal style.

Unprepared for, this she held onto him in fear of falling. When she looked up he was smirking at her.

"Wait what's going on?" Mary asked Jareth.

Jareth smiled cruelly, "Well I'll admit, they weren't the exact words and I don't usually take anything except children but I'm willing to make an exception for the victor of my Labyrinth."

"What do you mean take?" Mary asked warily.

Jareth gestured to where the window was moments ago, "She's there, in my castle."

The teen stared in disbelief at the Labyrinth and then looked back at Jareth who stood, no longer holding Sarah, with his arms crossed looking at her.

"What's going to happen to Sarah?" Mary asked.

Jareth shook his head and replied condescendingly, "Forget about Sarah, go back and gossip about human boys with your friends."

"What about Sarah's family?" she asked in near panic.

Jareth ignored her and made a crystal appear in his hand and smiled, "I've brought you a gift for the assistance you've given me."

She looked at it in question.

"All you have to do is go home," he told her.

Mary shook her head in rejection, "I can't leave Sarah."

"Then you have thirteen hours to solve the Labyrinth or Sarah becomes mine forever," Jareth told her while beginning to back away.

Mary took another look at the Labyrinth and took a steadying breath, "I have no choice then."

Jareth had already faded away completely but she still heard a voice from nowhere say, "Such a pity."

Sarah found herself a throne room filled with goblins and chickens.

"This can't be happening," she told herself while backing towards the wall.

She bumped into something solid and she turned around to be face-to-face with the Goblin King.

"I assure you, this is happening," Jareth told her.

"You have no power over me," she blurted out in desperation.

Jareth smirked, "Actually, you'll find that I do."

Without giving her a chance to protest he continued, "Your friend has wished you away Sarah, in thirteen hours you'll be mine."

Her eyes widened as she realized the full implications of his statement. She suppressed a shiver of fear.

"And I may be making your friend's run a particularly difficult one," Jareth added before laughing.

The goblins around the room noticed their king laughing and started laughing with him. Sarah took a step away. Jareth walked over to the throne and conjured a crystal. The goblins close to him all gathered around to see.

"You're not even interested in how your friend is doing Sarah?" Jareth asked while gesturing for her to look at the crystal.

She scowled in response but walked over to see.