Author's Note: Greetings old and new readers. As I stated before I removed my old copy of Mirror Focus from this site, I have redone much of the plot and I hope that you enjoy it. The story will take us through the well known trope of "What if Toby wished Sarah away?" but with many twists and turns along that story that I hope will be new to you. Please take the time to tell me what you think! I am willing to hear (constructive) criticism and value everyone's opinion on what I have to write.

I am posting a day earlier than I said I would, as tomorrow I have some major auditions to get into a music program I want to take for school. In order so that I can continue to make certain that the plot is working properly, the chapters are working together smoothly, and the writing is as its best, I probably be posting one chapter every two to three weeks until I either have an excess of chapters or have finished the story in its entirety.

The story uses the movies as canon but not the manga.

Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, nor any of the characters who were written in it. I own this story, my own musings,

"Who are you?" Evelyn asked, watching the tall man cautiously. She had not seen him in the ballroom where her father's wedding guests had all gathered, but there were no other entrances to the balcony and the palace guards would have seen someone climbing the wall.

The man seemed to contemplate her presence before bowing before the youth respectfully. He then stood tall again, and Evelyn noticed that though he stood stoic, his sapphire blue eyes were laughing at her.

"My name is Kallaster, Your Highness... and I suggest you forget I was here."

Nightingale, Thomas, Labyrinth. 7. Print

Chapter One: A Rude Awakening

Waking up in a room comprised of stone walls, a murky aroma, and a constant drip from the ceiling above that was creating a tiny puddle in the centre of the floor, was not exactly what Sarah Williams would deem 'normal'.

She had never been a "party girl". She rarely went out at night, and even then rarely went out late. Her personality didn't go with that lifestyle... Not while she was at home, and certainly not while she was in university. This meant that it was extremely rare to wake up at someone else's home without remembering how she got there.

In the moments it took her to take in her surroundings, Sarah no longer felt groggy and half-asleep; the newly given surge of adrenaline made her quite awake and she was soon in a silent panic.

The brunette sat up quickly, wincing as many of her muscles complained from what she could only guess was sleeping on what appeared to be a straw mattress. Why had she been asleep? Where was she? What the hell was going on!?

"Breathe, Sarah," she chastised herself, standing up and starting to pace in order to try to calm herself and get her circulation flowing. "You're probably dreaming. This isn't the first time you've dreamed up something this…" Sarah paused to take in her surroundings, feeling her chest tighten, "...vivid."

The straw mattress that she was currently sitting on was pushed up against one of four walls that were made of what looked to be marbled sandstone in differing shades of black and white. There was no door, nor were there any windows. Actually, there was no direct light source of any kind and yet she could see perfectly well in all directions. Sarah felt a lump form in the back of her throat as her mind, unconvinced that this was only a dream, raced to logically explain how she could possibly have arrived in such a perplexing location.

The last time she had been anywhere nearly as disorienting was-no. It couldn't be that.

Sarah racked at her brain, trying figure out what she last remembered happening. Apparently whatever it was that had knocked her out in the first place had also left her memories in a jumble. She did remember the dumb movie she had gone to with-

Ah. That's was right. Karen had tricked her into going to a blind date with a former schoolmate. Was that it? Had the stupid jerk somehow drugged her? If so, did that explain where she was now?

No. No never-mind, that wasn't what had happened. Sarah rolled her eyes at the panic her overactive imagination had just attempted to put her through. That couldn't possibly have been it. For one thing, they hadn't even eaten anything together. For another, she highly doubted that Bobby Zigby would have had the skill to place her in as complicated a location as she had currently found herself in. She and Bobby just gone to some half-assed romance movie and the stupid twit couldn't keep his eyes on the screen for for more than five damn minutes. Or his hands in his lap. She had left before the movie was over and driven home to vent at Karen.

Sarah cringed. Now she remembered. She had had another row with Karen. But really, could anyone blame her? Christmas vacation was supposed to have been a time for the family to be together, especially since Sarah's classes kept her away for most of the rest of the year. And yet, within the first two weeks Karen was sending her off on an errand that ended up with her practically forced into going out on a date. Sarah felt her face grow hot at the memory, despite the predicament she found herself in currently. She had told Karen that she didn't want any of that happening this time. There would be time for her to meddle with her affairs in the summer. But no, her step‑mother seemed to have a preconceived idea that her ovaries were going to shrivel up before she turned thirty, and chose to act upon it every chance she could get.

Sarah knew she would regret everything that her and Karen had said later, but enough had been enough. Karen's closing argument, that Sarah was no better than her mother, had left her with no other option that to turn her back on her stepmother state that she was leaving for school the next morning. She had gone upstairs into the room she had been staying in and had started to pack immediately. There was nothing that could be done to save what was left of the trip. Daddy wasn't there to intervene, and there was no way that little Toby -

Toby.

Toby had come into the bedroom after the fight in order to see if she was okay. He had instead found her stuffing her clothing into her suitcase. It was going to mean breaking her promise to take him to see "The Nutcracker Prince" later that week. Sarah knew that he had every right to be as hurt as he was.

Oh. That's right. She hadn't acted understanding at the time.

"You can't just leave!"

"Toby, I love you, but your mother and I are never going to get along. Coming back here for this long was a mistake."

"But what about the play!?"

"Karen can take you."

"I always do things with mom. I want to do something with you!"

"Toby, stop! You're not a baby anymore."

"Then stop treating me like one!"

"I am! By expecting you to understand that you aren't always going to get your way!"

"Why do I have to lose you too!?"

"You're not losing me! I'm just going to back to school. Like I've been doing for years! Toby! Put my suitcase down! Come back here!"

"No! What if you don't come back!? I want you to stay! I wish you would stay!"

"Life isn't a fairytale, Toby. Life happens. I'm not saying that anything will happen, because it won't. But I'm not going to stay around here 'just in case'. Now, I'm going to tell you this one more time; put the suitcase down or take it back into my bedroom so I can finish packing."

"Fine, then, go! Get out! I wish the goblins would come and take you away right now!"

"Shit." Sarah mouthed, suddenly unable to breathe. Any frustration she had had towards Toby, Karen, or even her father left her as realization hit her like a bucket of ice water.

She stood frozen in place, her mind racing as she put two and two together to make thirteen. Sarah knew where she was. Not only that, she also knew why she was here. That knowledge alone was enough to leave her speechless and more frightened than she had probably been in over twelve years.

It didn't seem possible, but the facts were speaking for themselves quite clearly. Truth be told, how else could someone have confined her to a room that didn't appear to have an entrance?

Sarah had somehow managed to find herself back in the Goblin Kingdom of the Underground... only this time, she was in the centre of the Labyrinth, at the mercy of the Goblin King himself… Jareth. Sarah blanched at the idea that somewhere in his castle, that pampered poof was probably doing a song and dance number of glee for managing to have her in his captivity.

The more the implications hit her, the harder Sarah found it to think. She didn't realize that she had walked back toward the mattress until she was sagging against it, what little strength she had left seeping from her body.

She had convinced herself years ago that she had dreamed the Labyrinth up. It must have been a dream, how else could she explain such coincidences as her stuffed fox? Yet her senses told her that this was no dream. And although she had denied it for some time, she had secretly doubted very much that the last time had been a dream as well.

Now she knew that Toby, whom she had tried so hard to rescue twelve years ago, had managed to make the same mistake she once had... But how? How had he even known the right words!? She could never destroy the book, there were far too many memories attached... but she had hidden it as carefully as possible. The correct words weren't even in it. They had just come to her as, presumably, they must have come to him. She gritted her teeth, frowning as the lump in her throat grew worse.

Last time had been hard enough... She had won Toby back with seconds to spare. This time would different. This time, she was the wished away, not the wisher. This time, she had to rely on Toby to save her, and was at the hands of the Goblin King until... no, if Toby managed to rescue her.

She knew Toby was going to try. No, that was never going to be one of her fears. Toby had been upset because she was leaving, not because he wanted her to leave. He would rise to the challenge in an instant if it meant saving her... but her heart clenched at that very thought. Of her baby brother trying to brave the dangers of the Labyrinth. Sarah had nearly died more times than she could count. To imagine Toby encountering the same, or perhaps different hardships...

"Toby, you idiot."