Hey guys! I just thought I'd try writing about the best movie in all of history instead of writing about POTC. Well, I hope you guys enjoy this and please read and review if you do.

Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or any of it's songs or quotes although I wish I owned Jareth so he could sing to me.

::As The Story Unfolds::

~I Can't Ever Leave You~

* * A Wish Between Lovers * *

The date was horrible already.

David, Sarah's so called, soul mate, was thirty minutes late picking her up. She checked her watch irritably, hateing herself for letting Kim talk her into going on a date with David. Kim had assured her that he was her soul mate and she would absolutly love him.

"Oh yeah," Sarah said sarcasticly, letting her right arm fall limply to her side after she had checked her watch again. "I'm loving David right now," She promised herself that she would wait only five more minutes, but her plans were slightly altered when it started pouring rain.

"The whole world is against me, I swear." She said in a flat tone, putting her hand in the cold air in an attempt to hail a speeding cab. But she was unsuccessful. The rain became heavier and so did Sarah's temper. "HEY!" She roared, now standing in the middle of the road that was drowned by the chilling water.

A yellow taxi skidded to a halt. Sarah gave him a thumbs up and then opened the door to the car and climbed in quickly. "I need to get to the Center," She said, not bothering to fasten her seatbelt as the taxi took off promptly.

Sarah observed the gloomy scenery. She liked it when it rained. Seeing it reminded her of Toby's last birthday party, when he turned two. They had been at a pool party but had to leave early because there was a thunder storm.

And, another reason Sarah liked the rain, was because it reminded her of Jareth. She hated it, but it did. She had no idea why, though.

The rain beat down on the window forcefuly. She thought about him. About the Goblin King Jareth. Stop it. She ordered herself. You don't like him. Sarah reminded her heart. "So," The driver began, looking at Sarah from the rear veiw mirror, "You look like you've had a hard day."

"Yeah," She replied shortly, not taking her eyes off the hazy setting. Sarah thought about a lot of things, school, Toby, David. But most often, she thought about the Laybrinth - about the Goblin King, Jareth.

"I missed you," The driver said, staring at the flooded road.

Shocked, Sarah stared at the back of the driver's head. He had blond hair, and his voice was strikingly familar. Sarah straightened swiftly in the creased leather seat, "What?"

"I missed you," he repeated, gazing at her in the rear veiw mirror once again. Sarah looked returned the stare in the mirror. For a moment, but for only one instant, those were Jareth's gorgerously enchanting eyes staring back at her. "I didn't see you on the curb. I could have not picked you up. Good thing you came into the middle of the road, huh? Would have been stuck in the rain. I remember. . . ."

He rambled on, speaking about how horrid the weather was and how he had to walk when there was a flood back in '72. But Sarah wasn't even vaguely listening.

Jareth.

That was him. For a second he came from under ground. But why? Sarah found herself wondering why he had bothered. Jareth knew she would never go under ground with him willingly. Jareth knew she abhored him for what he had out Toby and her through.

But, Sarah could not lie and say she had not had fun in the Laybrinth. Sarah could not lie and saw she had not found Jareth romantic, and for a short while, wanted to forget about Toby and stay with him forever. She shivered a bit. Jareth, he had loved her -

As the pain seeps through,

Makes no sense to you,

Every thrill is gone,

Wasn't too much fun at all,

But I'll be there for you,

As the world falls down,

Falling,

It's falling down,

Falling in love.

Sarah shook the lovely melancholy ballad out of her head almost automaticly. It hurt to much to think about Jareth, to think about how he had done everything for her and she had never given him the time of day. As much as she hated it to, it hurt her.

"Well," The cab driver said, pulling over to the curb sharply. "Here we are-the Center." He turned around to face her and it was all Sarah could do to not flinch. The driver, was revolting. His nose was large, speckled, and upturned, his teeth rotting, and a large boil stationed itself on his forehead. It was so red, that it could have easily been mistaken for a bindi. "That'll be five dollars. Oh, and would you like to go out sometime?"

Sarah almost vomited, and, not wanting to spend any more time in the cab, she pulled out the first bill she could find, which was a ten, handed it to the driver and then lied, "I'm married with ten kids-Keep the change," before opening the door and getting out.

It was still raining, though only lightly now. Sarah put her hand through her soaking brown hair, and smoothed the sogggy clumps of her bangs out of her pale face. She hadn't been feeling good all this week for some reason and had been in bed most of the time. She reached into her black pocket book and decided to call Kim, figuring that David had undoubtably stood her up.

"Kim?" Sarah said, not reaching her friend but the answering machine. "I'm at the Center and David sucks. Oh, and you need to change your machine's message - It's getting pretty old. . . . Chao." She hung up and replaced her cell phone into her pocket book.

She figured that she would wander around the mall for a little bit before she retired to going home. No sooner had she taken one step, her phone began to ring loudly.

"Talk to me," she began, running and opening the immence glass doors of the Center for shelter from the neverending rain.

"My love," a silky voice said. Sarah froze, her cell phone slipping out of her hands almost falling to the floor before Sarah came back to reality and caught it hastily. She put it back to her ear as quickly as she could. It had to be Jareth!

"Who is this?" She demanded, sounding almost angry.

"David," the voice said lightly, like it was almost taken aback. "Hey, I can't make it."

Sarah sighed and put a hand on her hip, "Well, damn, that's pretty obvious." She said flatly.

"Yeah, well. I gotta go. Maybe I'll see you at school sometime?" David hung up before she could reply.

"Maybe not," She mumbled to herself as she turned the cell phone off and slipped it back into her purse.

Sarah walked beside a large clear pool, pennies lined along the bottom. Why had she so looked forward to it being Jareth on the phone? She had never felt that way about anything, let alone anyone, before.

Sarah was determined to find out. Somehow, she would find out. She leaned over and the railing of the pool, took a penny out of her pocket, and tossed it into the pool after making her wish.

She had to find out what was happening to her. She had been out of the Laybrinth for a year and now she was feeling these things, these strange things. Sarah wanted to know if Jareth had felt them too. And maybe that was why he tried to connect with her in that taxi cab.

I wish I knew if Jareth feels this way, too.

At the same time, from the under ground palace that was his own, twirling a flawless crystal in his long pale fingers and admiring the lone and luxurious Sarah, Jareth, too, made a wish.

I wish I knew if Sarah feels this way, too.

* * *

Jareth did not want to become his father. An old king that could never be restored to his former glory, weilding only a lonely heart. Jareth would visit him regularly, and he would see in his eyes the faded truimphant glory that once domianted over all of the goblin race. But Jareth had already done the first thing his father had done - Jareth had let himself become like a mortal; he had let himself fall in love.

Love.

The odd word sounded so wonderous to Jareth. But at the same time it made him cringe. He had loved Sarah, and she had never even given a thought to loving him back. And that was how he took the first step to becoming like his father.

Jareth let his heart become broken. So broken, that only by the love of this one human woman could it be mended. And although Jareth hated to believe it, he truely knew that Sarah would never love him.

How could she? How could she love the King of Goblins? Jareth scorned himself for ever thinking that she would. He was nothing now. Without Sarah he was nothing. His heart was empty and his mind was severly clouded in her absence. Soon he feared that his spirit would waste away like his father's did when Jareth's mother had left him.

Jareth lamented the day that he would be like his father. When he would be lonely like his father. When no one would fear or love him the way they once had. But the only person Jareth had ever wanted to love or fear him was Sarah. The only thing he wanted to do was to defend her and die in her arms while she wept over Jareth because she had loved him. He wanted her to love him the way he loved her. But now, now Jareth wasn't even sure that it was possible.

He knew what he had to do. Jareth had to let Sarah go. He had to force her out of his thoughts. He knew it would not be a simple task. Even thinking about it was not easy for Jareth. But he had to.

* * *

"My lord," a portly goblin servent said, bowing to Jareth's back deeply, "You have company."

"Who?" Jareth asked unemotionaly, his back still to the small goblin. Jareth was only half listening to his servent. His mind was on the crystal he held in the palm of his hard hand. He watched Sarah sitting under the shade of a large willow tree, reading a thick book, looking as if she had not a care in the world. A smile tugged at the sides of Jareth's mouth.

"The queen of faires, master. She wants you to sign a peace treaty."

Jareth's face lit up almost instantly, "She does?" He leapt up. The long and wearisome quagmire between the faires and goblins would soon come to an much desired end.

"Yes, my lord. She awaits you downstairs."

* * *

"Ezerella," Jareth said, bowing to the queen slightly and kissing her slender hand gently. "It is nice to see you under such pleasent circumstances."

"As it is you," she said, smiling moderatly. She looked around Jareth's grand palace. "It seems that your missing someone," She said, somewhat ruefuly. "Yes, I believe I recall a young human woman here. Sarah, was it?"

Jareth's temper rose, his smile evanescing instantly. He swallowed his anger and summoned up another smile with all of his strength, "She was a guest. I expect her back. Soon, perhaps." He added slowly.

The queen nodded, "Well, I believe you know what I am here for?"

Jareth nodded, "I do,"

"Well, then," Ezerella began, smiling and taking out a sharp pen nib and a large piece of parchment, "Let us sign. It basicaly states that under no circumstamces are you, or any of your people allowed to come into our territory without the direct permission of myself. And I, nor any of my people, may come into your territory without direct permission of only you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Abolutly clear," Jareth said as the fairy pricked his pointer finger with the pointed pen nib painlessly. He waited for the blood to become thick, and then signed his name on the bottom of the paper above the queen's.

"Well," She said, rolling the parchment up and handing it to the young fairy on her side, "I believe my job is done." She paused and then flashed Jareth a rare smile, "I'm glad the fight is finally over."

After the queen had left, Jareth knew that he could never banish Sarah from his thoughts. He had to get her back, regardless of what it took. He was not going to end up like his father. Jareth was not going to be alone.

::Luv ya'll! Morgan::