Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth, nor a large percentage of the characters in this story. Please do not sue me because I own nothing but a dog, and you wouldn't want her anyway.

This story is dedicated to a very dear friend of mine who passed away November 20th 2007 in a tragic car accident.

This person being the one who first introduced me to The Labyrinth.

I love you Ambie, and will always miss you.

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Sarah watched adoringly as the young girl before her roamed carelessly through the mossy green pond, the edges of her ivory dress rising to the surface like a massive bubble. The child wandered cautiously to a lilly pad, tracing her small fingers across the darkened edges and then plucked a bloom from it's home, placing it within her navel length scarlet hair she declared proudly.

"Mommy, I'm a princess!" Her mint green eyes shining admirably in the sun light.

Sarah crotched down and opened her arms in attempt to lure her daughter from the pond. Isabet, much like her mother, had a rebellious independence, only allowing Sarah to lightly assist her from the sludge that weighed heavy on her miniature limbs.

Taking her daughter's hand sarah lead Isabet through the slippery muck to a grassy mound at the edge of the park. Once they were both seated she inquired "And might I ask your royal name your highness?"

Isabet's face lit up in a broad chesire grin as she replied. "Princess Izzy Stardust."

Sarah could hardly contain herself, breaking out in wild, uncontrollable laughter as she fell backwards in a fit of giggles.

"That's it young lady, no more David Bowie for you!" She teased still holding her sides humoursly.

The five year old then persisted to sing, once again rebellious against her mother's wishes.

"When I live my dream, I'll forgive the things you've told me

And the empty man you left behind

It's a broken heart that dreams, it's a broken heart you left me"

And Sarah, stopped laughing.

She knew it was ridiculous, that a few simple lyrics from a song really meant nothing. But none the less her heart sank, an old unwelcomed pain swept through her body, and she was quite frankly breathless. But why did those words seem to express everything, and more importantly why was he the first one to surface in her mind?

"Surface." She chuckled sarcastically.

"It was more like running into a proverbial brick wall repediatly."

"When I live my dream, please be there to meet me"

Sarah's concentration snapped back at her daughter, who had been singing joyfully through her quizzicall thoughts. She tried to block out the path her mind was taking, but to no avail. This was all just a little too dramatic, Isabet sings a David Bowie song and suddenly she's flung head first into forgotten memories, her labyrinth, and him.

Isabet lay on the grass totally oblivious to the breaking mentality of the woman next to her, still chiming away.

"Till that day, you'll run to many other men
But let them know it's just for now."

"Hey, how about we get out of here?" Sarah questioned innocently.

The girl that lay beside her arose instantly at the request they leave. Her eyes had turned to steel, and her expression was mocking, but familiar.

She stared at Sarah for a long moment, then in a whisper almost as inaudible as the breeze she said without a hint of song.

"But don't forget your date with me
When I live my dream."

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Authors Note: I know what you're probably thinking "Just what the hell is going on here?!?" Right? To be perfectly honest, I don't really know. I started this off as a sweet little oneshot of Jareth and Sarah having a child, and what that might be like. And then Boom! I am on the edge of insanity with possessed children.

But since I know what I would be thinking at this moment reading this myself, I will answer my own mental questions.

Yes. Jareth and Sarah end up together.
(Don't they always in my stories?)

No. Isabet's father is not around.

And Yes. You will find out why in the next chapter.