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May I just say that this is purely a work of fiction, not to be taken seriously as even a half decent novel. So yes, this was good, it was quite a bit of fun to write this.

Ah, yes, may I first explain a few things:

-This is my version of Alice, she is quite a rude little girl in the books also, I found that she never once said thank you or ever considered other's thoughts or feelings before she spoke. So according to my own experiences, this is how she would have turned out, had her behavioral problems not been corrected. Also, don't regard Tim Burton's portrayal of Alice correct either, I love Mr Burton's work, but he basically tore apart the books and pasted them together in a kindergarten-like fashion. (This is just my opinion, even though I loved the movie)

- Keep in mind that this is before Sarah was a twinkle in her father's unborn eyes….so don't go thinking that she doesn't mean anything to him just because he doesn't mention her, Jareth just hasn't met her yet.

- Alice is about 14 years old, so don't go getting any disturbing ideas. I mean it, even Jareth would think twice about being perverted to a 14 year old. We would all hope so.

So please just take this all light heartedly and give me your honest opinion. I would love to hear what you all think! Give lotsa feedback, and thanks for taking the time to read my work!

© All Labyrinth related characters, setting and references belong to Jim Henson, Brian Froud, David Bowie and whoever else may be concerned.

© All Alice in Wonderland characters, settings and references belong to Lewis Carroll and related parties involved.

It was a surprisingly stormy afternoon the day Alice decided on the fate of her younger sister. Her eyes scanned the cream pages of the book that conveniently gave her the escapist opportunity that she was looking for. Alice examined the simple, small lines and memorised them, reading them over and over in her head until the letters became imprinted in her retina. Then her eyes shifted to the small form in the pink bassinet, which was surrounded by elegantly crochet blankets and stuffed animals. It squirmed, whimpering as the child opened her eyes to gaze upon the cold stare of her older sister. Alice smiled an almost feral snarl as the baby began to cry, then returning to the book with less cruel eyes she thanked her aunt for buying the book for her.

"If I can survive the nonsense world of Wonderland, the Goblin King can give a care and turn up to take you away, sister mine." She said, the revolting smile returning to her face. She poked her tongue out at her sister as the babe began to squeal, knowing exactly what that smile meant.

Alice lowered her face to her sister's and snarled the words "I wish the goblins,". She moved to the lamps lit around the room, extinguishing them as she may."would come and take you away," Alice arrived at the last lamp, by the doorway and paused, for dramatic affect "right now."

A large clap of thunder sounded, throwing the room into alarming light then complete black and rumbling the house's very foundations. The babe's cries were suddenly cut short, the room and connecting hallway fell into a silent lull. Alice smiled, a secret grin that was reserved for traitors, murderers and a certain grinning cat. She turned to leave the doorway, content that her sister was never to breathe a breath in this world ever again. Instead of entering the hallway however, she walked straight into a hard, warm figure that was some inches taller than her, thanks to his riding boots. Alice stole a moment to take in his appearance, her eyes raking over his queer outwardly appearance. His lion-like mane of blonde hair to his unusual height and eyes to his high collared cape and absurdly tight pants that clung in such odd ways. Alice decided that the presumed Goblin King reminded her of the Griffin from Wonderland than any other comparison to any being in the human world. His eyes, like hers swept over her, taking in her dress which was unusually formal for the evening to her shoes that were sensibly heeled with buttoned cuffs that disappeared under the low hem of her dress and finally to her long blonde hair now strewn with glitter. He then caught her gaze, his uneven eyes glittering from under his lashes.

"Ah, Alice I presume?" He cocked his head, grinning a wicked grin.

"Am I safe to presume you are Goblin King Jareth?" Alice replied coolly, straightening out her dress that was not accompanied by an apron. She met his eyes flatly with the same secret smile she had shown to the empty room not moments ago. He grinned and showed his slightly pointed teeth in the most beastly manner he could manage at this particular moment in time. Jareth could sense that this young teenager would be a bucket and a half more than trouble.

"Are you at all in relation to the Cheshire Cat?" She asked eyeing his cape with a thoughtful, suspicious gaze. She met his eyes again, where she saw a growing irritation, Alice smiled at his ill temperament.

"No. Have you any inkling of an idea to what you have done?" Jareth held the tone of his voice in a simple inquisitive manner. He watched the way the young girl held herself, confident, if not cocky, with a performed bravado. She wasn't as bold or courageous as she might be projecting with her eyes. She sighed, a bored, wishful kind of huff and lent against the door frame to which he had her efficiently trapped in.

"Yes, I've wished away my darling little sister," Here Jareth noted the knit of Alice's brows and the way her mouth upturned in disgust at the mention of the 'Darling Little Sister'. "I Don't regret it you know." She peeked at him from under her own lashes showing a hint of the feral grin displayed before. "Keep her, she made a ghastly looking baby. I hope she makes a better goblin."

Alice observed the King's reaction as his hands curled into claws and the tendons stressed and relaxed in his jaw. There was a vein that ran along his neck that could visibly be seen to pulse that gave Alice the pleasure of knowing his emotions.

"That's a horrid thing to say, Alan." He said and kept from laughing as the girl's face contorted into disgusted shock.

"Alice" She ground out of her tight mouth.

"Yes, whatever." He waved his hand dismissively in her direction, feeling very pleased to hear a small shriek deep in her throat.

"Besides," Alice managed not to lash out on his royal smugness but rather behave in a mature manner and wound his confidence. "She was a horrid sister, always screaming. She was a spoilt brat who annoyed me to no end. I'm glad to be rid of her." Her words were cold and as sharp as ice crystals shot into Jareth's eyes.

"She's not the only brat in the family." He said, almost inaudibly.

"What was that Jarryd?" Alice asked watching the vein on his jugular pulse with such murderous hate, it made Alice want to dissolve into gleeful giggles.

"Jareth." He corrected.

"Yes, whatever." She said and shrugged her shoulders lazily. There was a silent moment between them where their anger and murderous intent for each other lingered in the space between them. One of Dina's kittens came padding down the corridor; it was the black one, the Red Queen. Even the cat could sense the tension and very quickly, even for a feline, turned its tail and ran down the corridor from which it came. "Sorry to cut this little," Alice gestured to the two of them. "Whatever one may call such a queer encounter we've had, but I have things to do. Books are to be read, daisies are to be made into chains, a life is meant to be lived." Alice shrugged casually and went to duck around his from when an arm shot straight into her line of vision. Her eyes snapped to his face, an impatient noise strangled lifeless in her throat.

"Oh? And what about your sister's life? How was it meant to be lived?" He asked with a hateful glare. She really had no sense or emotion for anyone but herself. What a wasted life she would live, Jareth thought it high time that a lesson was learnt.

"Not meant to be lived on this world. It was either the Underground or Wonderland. And determining from the logic used in such strange matters, Wonderland is just another land in the world that also contains the Underground. So immediately, Olivia would be your ward anyhow. That's logic." She said nodding a self righteous approval. Jareth stayed silent in complete and utter shock that was lacking in words to describe his outrage, Alice took this for a queue to continue with a line of insults.

"And from what I've read, your Labyrinth," She said holding up the book "It's a piece of cake, with a side serving of moral adjustment." Jareth continued his silence, so Alice continued speaking, digging herself a deeper hole. "And you should see to your hair and presumed make-up. You must have done such a thing in the dark, I suggest you invest in a bright Lantern," She pretended to observe his face and hair "Maybe two or three? How about a mirror? Do they have those in the Underground?" She smirked, a cruel smile that would make any dog run away, tail between its legs. The look on Jareth's face was one of rarity that most enjoyed for a mere second before being destroyed. Instead of lashing out, he sucked in a hiss of breath and rubbed his temples. After a few moments he straightened again and laid one hand under his chin, suddenly appearing deep in thought.

"So, you're not sorry for your callous wish, in fact you wish your sister all the best as a Goblin. Then you insult my Labyrinth, my Hair, and my Royal markings?" He almost shrieked the last couple. Her beastly little smile deepened with satisfaction as his jugular vein looked about to pop with pressure.

"Don't pretend your lips are that colour naturally. Your make-up is awful, rotten, even grotesque." Alice lazily flicked her hair over her shoulders and drawled. Alice made for the other way around Jareth, instead of blocking her, he grabbed Alice's arm.

"I should bog you for such insolence! You, my dear, are a foul mouthed, snot nosed brat. You will learn a lesson today, if it is the last thing you do!" He then dragged her toward the window, undoing the latch she began to squirm and shriek.

"It's the third floor, you can't push me out!" She squealed, sounding uncannily like her baby sister. But it was too late, he pushed her through the window, which was now open to an Autumn-esque landscape. The drop was unfortunately only a few feet of a fall, but none the less, Alice screamed.

"This is the Labyrinth, to which you so cleverly put as 'a piece of cake'. You have 13 hours in which to solve the Labyrinth and secure your own freedom. I may warn you, it reacts to the participant's personality, so in your own case it will be particularly brutal. I hope you fall into an Oubliette." He said and strolled off, fading as he did so.

"What have I done?" Whimpered Alice as she now stood facing the expansive maze before her. She shook her dress free of the copper coloured dirt and continued to stare. Alice fiddled with her hands and stood before her journey, too scared to move.

"May I remind you, the clock is ticking." A voice whispered in her ear and disappeared like a summer's breeze. She jumped and started moving, twiddling her nervous, clumsy fingers as the outer wall began looming in front of her.