Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth nor profit from it in any way. Just doing this for fun.
A/N: This is a spur-of-the-moment type thing. I might not finish, but here's to hoping.
"I don't want to wear a suit," Toby complained, making a face at the beautifully displayed rack of men's clothing.
"Well," Sarah said quickly, "Then you're not going to be in the ceremony."
He stared at her for a moment, turning the idea over in his head. He loved his sister and wanted to make her happy, but he had never liked business attire. It bored him. Sarah had her arms crossed over her stomach, staring down her nose and him. He grinned, "Alright."
Sarah picked out a few rather standard black suits and sent Toby into the dressing room. She waited with her arms crossed, smiling pleasantly when the lady at the counter would glance over. They were the only customers in the place and the woman at the counter had the idea that since Sarah and Toby were not properly dressed, they obviously didn't have the money to afford these things. She was right, it was Sarah's fiancé that was paying for it, not Sarah herself, but he had given her one of his credit cards and an amount to spend.
Toby was eight, turning nine soon, and Sarah herself was twenty-three. It had been almost nine years since she had concurred the Labyrinth. That's what she would have said, if she still believed in it.
After her travels, she seemed to forget. All the friends she had made visited farther and farther between, until she didn't see any of them at all. Her mind had turned from the fantasies that she had held so dear to other things. She made friends with the girls in the High School. Soon she was going to the mall, buying makeup and going to movies. Dating boys, going to sleepovers and gossiping. Her parents had actually embraced the change. She hadn't like babysitting Toby, but she wasn't so strange about it anymore, saying how she really didn't have to endure it if she didn't have to. Instead she sat on the phone for hours talking with her girlfriends or watched the latest sitcom on television.
Her stepmother had grown even fonder of her, and they got along pretty good now. Her father had been hospitalized when Sarah was twenty and it had made the two women see each other in a new light. They were brought together by misery, but now they cared for each other more then over. Her father was fine now, it had been a heart attack that resulted in open-heart surgery, and he was pleased to see that the two women were getting along fine.
Sarah moved out a little after that, taking courses in a local college for aspiring chefs. She was two months away from graduation and starting her own business.
"Sarah..." Toby groaned behind her. She jumped, startled out of her thoughts, "I'm not wearing this."
Sarah thought he looked cute, "Ah, come on, it looks good on you. I think Maria will like it."
Toby flushed a bright red and stared at the ground, "I do not like her."
"But she likes you," Sarah teased in a sing-song voice.
"Shut up." He grumbled, then looked up, "I'll wear this once, only once, during your wedding."
"Deal," Sarah held out her hand and Toby took it. He was undressed and in his regular clothes in record time. They paid for the suit, went through a drivethrough for food, and then went home.