A/N: Hey everybody! Me here. Who else… Anyway, I've been telling myself I need to write a Labby fic that isn't a OneShot. So…here it is!


"Say 'Ah', okay? 'Ah'."

The small child looked oddly at his sister.

"'Ahhhh', say 'Ah."

The child yawned.

"Oh Toby," Teased Sarah Williams, "you're so lazy. Now quit yawning, you're making me sleepy. Now, say 'Ah'. 'A' says…ahhh who am I kidding? I'll never be able to teach you anything if you're staring up at me with those baby eyes the whole time." Sarah put her two-year-old brother back into his playpen. "How about some food, huh?" She smiled down at Toby, and stroked his blonde hair.

"Ah." He squealed, grinning. Sarah rolled her eyes. "Now you say it!"

Sarah had rarely left Toby's side since that awful night exactly one year ago. When the evil Goblin King from her favorite story, had shown himself true, and demanded her baby brother. When she'd rescued Toby from the Wicked King, she had vowed to make sure no harm befell him, which was proving difficult, as he was toddling everywhere, and frequently putting things in his mouth.

"You hungry?" Sarah asked Toby. "Want something to eat?" He just laughed. "Alright," Said Sarah, grinning, "but only because you asked."

She turned and ran downstairs, into the kitchen. She opened the fridge. "Perfect!" She cried, pulling something out. "Pudding!" She ran back up the stairs, and into her parent's bedroom. "I'm only giving you pudding because-" She stopped cold.

Standing by her parent's bed, holding her only brother, was the man Sarah had hoped to never see again.

"You," She whispered disbelievingly, staring at him.

"Pudding?" He inquired, tilting his head to one side. "For me? A far better welcome than I had expected from you, Sarah."

"Jareth," Sarah hissed.

"Who else?" Said Jareth, grinning wickedly.

"You put him down right now!" Screamed Sarah.

"Ah, but Sarah, it seems I have a bit of an advantage." He held Toby forward, who giggled. "My, my. Your brother has grown since I saw him last." He threw him in the air the tiniest bit, and caught him. Sarah cringed.

"If you do anything to hurt him," She hissed through clenched teeth, "I will kill you."

"An empty threat Sarah," sighed Jareth, "now, I must be leaving. With this." He gave Toby a jiggle.

"Why do you want Toby?" Cried Sarah.

"You owe me a Goblin." Said Jareth, pinching Toby's cheek.

"No!" begged Sarah. "Please!"

"And why not?"

"Because he's my little brother, and I love him! Though I wouldn't expect you to know that." She added nastily.

"Really, Sarah?" His eyes were sharp, and cold. And he spoke softly. "I know many things." He cradled Toby in one arm, and in his free hand, a crystal appeared. "Do you remember this, Sarah?" Sarah tore her eyes away from his, and examined the crystal. "You gave up your dreams. I will offer you-"-the crystal vanished-"-another gift. If you come to the Underground with me, I shall spare your brother the very painful transformation from human to Goblin. Or," He touched a gloved finger to Toby's forehead, and he fell asleep instantly. "You could let him go. You will forget ever having a little brother, and your parents will forget their only son. The choice is yours."

"But-but that's not fair!" Cried Sarah, fighting back tears.

"Life isn't fair." Jareth whispered. "And you would do well to remember that."

Sarah looked at him, desperately wishing he'd disappear, and that this would all be some horrible dream. Then, she remembered something. She straightened her back, squared her shoulders, and said in a clear, strong, voice:

"You have no power over me!"

Jareth chuckled. "Honestly Sarah, if I lost control over you every time you said that, my life would be very boring indeed. Now, make up your mind. You, or your brother?"

Sarah swallowed hard, trying to push back a sob. It really wasn't fair. There was no way out. She took a deep breath. "I'll come with you." She choked out through clenched teeth.

"A fine choice."

"Will Daddy, Karen, and Toby forget me?"

"Yes."

"Could-could you let Toby remember me?' She asked softly. Jareth frowned. "Sarah, he will doubtless forget you by the age of five. Or else remember you as a nice babysitter."

"I know." Sarah whispered, looking fondly at her brother. "But please, you've already ruined everything else." She looked The Goblin King in the eye. "Let him keep his memory of me, however faint, please."

Jareth bowed his head. "As you wish." He gently placed Toby back into his playpen. "I will come for you tomorrow night." He told Sarah.

"Tomorrow?" She asked, surprised. "You're letting me stay another day?"

"Of course I am." He said, rolling his mis-matched grey eyes. "I can't have you complaining about not being able to say goodbye, can I"

"Thank you," Sarah sighed, closing her eyes.

"Gratitude?" Said Jareth, arching a delicate brow. "That is a first from you."

"It's not gratitude." Said Sarah coldly. "It's a habit."

"Call it whatever you like, Darling. Now, be ready to leave tomorrow night at-"-he looked at her clock-"-One a.m.. And you cannot bring anything from the Aboveground to the Underground."

"Easy enough." She said, staring at Toby, who was snoring gently.

"Not even the clothes on your back."

Sarah quickly looked back at him. "Says who?!" She demanded.

Jareth smirked. "Says the Goblin King."


A/N: So, Didja like it? I have absolutely no idea where this is going. So, if you'll kindly click that beautiful button on the bottom left corner of your screen…yup, that's the one. Give me a suggestion, or just tell me how good it was. Thank you kindly! Whatever that means….