DISCLAIMER:I dont own Labyrinth which would be itself...Sarah...Jareth...you know. The songs in here were written by David Bowie, so I dont own those either. I also dont own David Bowie

"Heroes"

Sarah smiled as the station started playing her favorite song, "Heroes."

Ever since her journey through the Labyrinth, she loved David Bowie. She told her friends she liked him a little, that he was fairly interesting. That's exactly why she bought everything she could that even mentioned his name. She bought that weird cd of, well she didn't know who he was, but Bowie had mentioned him as a friend and she had rushed out to get it. She'd seen him twice in concert and was already planning on going out of state to see him again. This is getting crazy, she thought. I'm an obsessive, stalker-like fan!

She knew why she thirsted for him. Deep down she knew it. Bowie reminded her of him.

Jareth... She thought as the song hit the spot that always touched her,

And I, I would be King

And you, you will be my Queen

Though nothing, will drive them away

We can beat them, just for one day

We can be heroes, just for one day

It was the king part that did it. She closed her eyes as she reached the stoplight. She missed him so much. She'd long ago forgiven him for taking her brother; after all, she HAD asked him to. For making her go through the Labyrinth. Had she really expected him to just hand Toby over with a simple 'please?' For everything he'd said he'd had a right and she knew it now and she wanted him back.

A car honked and she jerked as she started off toward her apartment.

She wanted to see him again, so badly that she almost convinced herself that David Bowie was him. They looked so similar...She sighed and her eyes glazed over. She pictured him as he strode across the stage, as he sang with all his heart into the mike, as he smiled at the crowds screams.

She'd been horrified when he announced his retirement at the 1973 concert. I can't lose him! Not again! Jareth, you can't do this to me again...She scolded herself. Once again, she'd forgotten it wasn't him, but David. Although he wasn't her King of the Goblins, he was her King of Rock'N'Roll. Elvis had never meant anything to her, although she sometimes did picture Bowie as the Queen.

Well he was back, and she couldn't be happier. She gave an annoyed glance at the radioas Britney came on. How those two can be on played on the same station...She pushed her Diamond Dogs cd in and hit seek until her favorite of the ten songs began to fill her car. She swayed along to the music, eagerly awaiting the chorus.

"When you rock'n'roll with me

No one else I'd rather be

No body down here can do it for me

I'm in tears again

When you rock'n'roll with me..."

"Jareth..." She felt teary herself, and laughed at herself for it. You loser! She giggled tearfully. Every time you hear a love song, you think of him and start getting all mushy! But she kinda liked the feeling. True, the song said nothing about a king, but for some reason that chorus meant a lot to her.

David Bowie had a voice that sounded relatively like Jareths, they could have been twins, and she thought they worded things similarly in they're songs. Not that you know how Jareth would word things, having only spent thirteen hours and one song with him. She didn't care though.

She reached home and trudged up the stairs to the third floor. She passed the neighbors apartments, mumbling how she should've gotten the one on the first. So what if it would have been loud? She didn't sleep that much anyway. She was too busy writing.

She had started last month. Not wanting to forget any moment spent with or around Jareth, she had started writing it all down in excruciating detail. Her journey through the Labyrinth. She rewrote each section every now and then, adding in parts she left out. She wanted everything to be perfect.

Sarah tripped over a scatter cushion, catching herself on the coffee table. She decided to take that moment to check her messages, since she was now eye level with themessagemachine. She hit the blinking red button as she adjusted herself more comfortably on the floor.

"Hey Sarah, it's me Kyle. I was won--" She hit next. She wasn't interested in anyone right now, and she almost set herself to avoid men. While she hung out with the ones in her acting company, she stayed away from most others. She couldn't explain it any other way except that she really only wanted Jareth.

"Hello, we're calling to let a Miss Sarah Williams know that her request for a meeting with the executives has been answered. If they like your play, free reign over the production is on. We expect her to be at the Michawana Play and Theatre building next Tuesday. Thank you, and have a great afternoon."

Sarah was excited. She finally had the chance to get one of her scripts read over. She might get her writing made into a movie! Just as she reached the fridge for a congratulatory drink, she froze. Oh no, she thought as her heart sank, which one will I show? Which is good enough? What am I going to do? What am I going to wear!

She ran to her room and thrust open the drawer which held her plays. She shuffled through all of them, and there was a fair amount, but none seemed good enough.

I don't have anything to present! she thought, panicked. Oh it's not fair!

She realized what she said the second after it left her mouth. That damn line.

She smiled as she walked to her writing desk, and sat down as she reached for a pencil. She knew which she should present. She just needed to finish it.

Tuesday morning came faster than she had anticipated, yet she had finished. She walked nervously down the hall of Michawana's Acting and Theatre building. She found the room she was looking for and knocked politely.

"Who is it?" Came a muffled voice.

"Sarah Williams. I'm here with my script."

"Oh, of coarse. Right on time, lovely dear. Yes, come in."

Sarah walked in slowly and gaped at what she saw.

She had expected a few people, mostly nobody's that hung around the producers and such. A few people that would look it over and maybe some famous director that she'd never heard of, but she certainly wasn't expecting to see this. Though she didn't faint, and was glad she didn't, she was surprised enough to stop where she was. The woman who had answered when she knocked looked up and saw her face, and smiled. She had expected this.

"Ms Williams, I'm sure you heard of David Bowie."

Hello! This is my first fanfic ever, so yeah its gonna be weird. If you're thinking "only someone without a life would write this,"you couldn't be more right! Well i thought of this while on the plane home from florida. I was in the hurricane! Whoo! Anyway...everybody follow the story? PLEASE REVEIW! Dont be afraid to be honest--ifI go to much or to little into detail, let me know! If they dont talk as much as you'd like (and i know there wasnt a whole lot of talking in this chapter) I'll try to get them talkin more. I do each scene twice so you get both of there veiws, I hope that doesnt get annoying...but I thought it would b easier than trying to say who was thinking what when. Make sense? No? Didn't think so...I'll try to explain things the best I can butI tend to assumeyou know what I'm talking about...I hopeyou allfollow it ok

Much Love

Amy