Disclaimer: I own noting but the original story line and the original characters, labyrinth and the characters involved belong to the Jim Henson Company. Beauty and the beast television series characters belong to NBC.

Once again and sadly I own nothing, just the story.

And this trailer to my story

Making's of a Dream

Chapter 1

To dream an impossible dream…

A dangerous path for a lone dreamer…

But two dreamers can share a dream, one long forgotten…

Now they dream a new dream…

With a chance to live an old dream, thought to be lost…

And all that is needed are dreamers…

And a wish…

Sarah Williams walked into her bedroom drying her hair with a pleasant sigh. Now a few years since the day she made a wish, wandered through a seemingly endless labyrinth and made friends with the most unlikely of creatures, now lives in New York City, working for the District Attorneys Office, by finding leads and talking with witnesses and suspects in cases that never seemed to end and with each new day, brought new cases.

She walked out on to the balcony and sat on a chair she had set near the edge and pulled her knees up and hugged them to her chest. 'It was tonight…tonight, such a short time ago, why does it feel like it's been years?' She thought to her self as she placed her chin on her knees, deep in thought of her friends.

She over looked the glowing and ever bustling city. But something nagged inside her and the impulse to want to say the words she thought she would never say again.

"I wish… I wish..." As the words slipped from her lips, the wind built up around her and caused a shiver to run through her. She wrapped her arms around her self and stood, going back inside.

She closed the doors to her balcony and shook her head and turned back to her bedroom.

"Why? Why are theses memories coming back now?" She slowly walked over to her vanity and sat down, looking at her reflection with mix thoughts ran through her mind and shown clearly through her eyes, thoughts of confusion, anger, sadness and doubt, of what she did and was it the right thing to do. She shook her head again, 'Of course it was, if I hadn't, Toby would be a goblin and locked away in the labyrinth forever.' she grabbed her hairbrush and began brushing it through her hair in long strokes, thinking that it was too bad that she couldn't forget things as easy as brushing her hair.

Her thoughts continued to distract her and confuse her, but few made her smile. The Labyrinth, with its strange and magical air that seemed to fill her to her core, Hoggle the jewel collecting little dwarf who was always eager to make a deal, her first friend in the labyrinth, Ludo the kind and furry beast with his child like personality, and Sir Didymus, the noble yet always spastic knight. The thought of them brought a smile to her face, along with the many other creatures that called the labyrinth home…even a certain King of the goblins who's face was always there when she closed her eyes and invaded her very thoughts and dreams.

At the thought of Jareth, she stopped brushing her hair in mid-stroke, his eyes boring into her very soul, a song playing her mind that played for the dancing shadows that danced around her head.

"Jareth" She whispered and looked down at the floor and let her arms fall to her knees.

A sigh escaped her lips as his sad, defeated face flashed in her mind and made her stomach churn. Seeing the pain in his face was too much. She shook her head to try and get the image of his pleading eyes out of her head but failed.

She looked back up to the mirror and finished brushing and braiding her hair, trying not to look at her face, afraid of the sad and shamed expression that may rest there. She moved from the vanity and made her way to her queen sized bed that made her feel even lonelier with no one to be beside her.

She crawled in and laid down, staring at the ceiling as she turned off her lamp for the night, her thoughts still running wild with no end in sight and no off switch to throw to stop them.

In a kingdom deep in another world, a king laid restlessly in his massive bed, tossing a turning in the night, his features only lit by the fire in its fire place off to one side of the room. The anniversary of the day a young woman walked into his labyrinth and defeated him with the aid of a few of the labyrinths residents. But the first and only defeat he ever suffered was not what kept him up at night.

The eyes, the face and the ruthless way she denied him, but with the anger he felt for that moment, he couldn't be angry with her for long.

He sighed as he turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling, rested an arm on his forehead, her eyes were always on the forefront of his mind.

"Sarah" He whispered quietly as he closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep and try to forget the girl who haunted his dreams with no success.

But together, they opened their eyes to stair out the window to the moon and together wished,

"I wish I could see him, if only in a dream"

"I wish I could see her, if only in a dream"

And the two dreamers fell asleep, to dream of a moment, a single moment in time that showed a glimmer of hope for a life they had wanted, but could never be.

Laughter filled the air and cut through the loud chatter coming from the many different and colorful faces that filled the room. A young woman in a silver gown walked through the crowed, trying to get around the people that crowded the ball room. She wandered through the ever changing faces, the bright colors of dresses and the air seemed to beckon her and call her to join the many others in their idle chatter and laughter.

Some how she had mad it to the center of circling dancers and was now trapped in the swirls of their gowns, the taunting smiles of the masks, the chatter of lovers whispers in their ears and the sounds of music far off in the distance. She looked around for a way out, but backed away as the masks started to turn angry and threatening.

She shivered inwardly and hugged her self, still backing away from the dancers, backing into someone.

She quickly turned to face a pair of mismatched eyes that showed an emotion for only her to see. She back up a bit and let her arms hang back down to her sides as he offered her his hand.

She looked to his gloved fingers, a simple gesture that could mean so much if she accepted or denied the gesture. She looked back up into his face and slowly, gave a smile as she placed her hand in his.

A small smile graced his lips as he brought her close and together, moved along with the other dancers. Though surrounded by many, many other dancers and groups of people spanned through the ballroom, she was sure that they were the only ones there, unaware of anyone else.

Her eyes locked with his and she was lost, lost in the depths and emotions and thoughts that showed in his face, wanting to drown in his gaze and melt in his arms.

He spun her around the dance floor, lost in her like she was lost in him. She smiled up at him and then gently laid her head on his chest and her smile broadened as he jumped a bit. He looked down at her as a smile graced his own lips and gently placed his chin on her head.

As the music started to slow, Jareth led her to the balcony and the two pulled apart with a smile on their faces. Sarah pulled from his arms and turned to the garden, "the view is lovely." She said as she rested her hands o n the rail. Jareth smiled at her, "Yes, yes it is." He said though the garden was not in his view.

Sarah's cheeks reddened as she noticed his eyes on her and she looked back up at the horizon.

"I can't believe I had almost forgotten this place."

"Though one day you may, but this world would never forget you."

She turned to him, locking eyes with him again, "Would you forget me?" A small smile played across his face as he lay his hand over hers, "Never." He said

It was strong, how one, small and simple word made her feel so happy and sad at the same time and in the sudden mix of feelings, tears formed and spilled over the rims of her eyes. The small tears slid down her cheeks and she pulled away from him, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.

"Sarah?" He stood straight and walked over to her, gently placing his hand on her shoulders. "Sarah..."

"Jareth...I'm...I'm so...so...sorry."

He sighed and turned her to him, wiping her tears away, "You have nothing to be sorry for." She shook her head furiously as the tears still stream down her face. "No Jareth, I do. I'm so sorry for what I did, I hurt you so much and all you've shown me was kindness, then and now. You did so much for me and I didn't understand."

She continued to cry and he continued to sooth and comfort her. "Sarah," he gently gripped her chin and had her look up at him, "I am the one who should be sorry, for not understanding you, for playing with your feelings and emotions, thinking I could manipulate you, and not noticing how strong you truly were, I'm the one who is sorry" he said wiping her tears away again.

He brought her closer to him, wrapping an arm around her waist, "Please Sarah, forgive me." He said, looking deeply into her eyes. "Only if you forgive me." She looked into his mismatched eye with hope and pleading and a mix of other emotions that he couldn't decipher. Once again they were lost in each others eyes and slowly leaned in, against one another till there lips met.

It was like being struck by lightning, their bodies went numb, their minds went hollow and their hearts raced. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he other arm went around her waist, pulling her against his chest.

He pressed his lips against hers gently but strongly, afraid if he lightened the kiss, if he loosened the grip, she would run from him again and that was something he could not relive. But Sarah was not going to run, she gripped onto him for life, feeling he would vanish if she let go.

He deepened the kiss ever so slightly as he slid his tongue between her lips and she greeted him openly. "Jareth." She whispered between the kisses as his hands traveled up and down her sides.

Their sweet embrace was interrupted by loud laughter near the door. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private." She suggested and he smirked a bit and with the blink of an eye, they were in his chambers. "A little more private then expected but it will do." She said with a smile. He smiled as well and brought her closer to him and kissed her deeply, gently nudging her to the bed as they shed the layers of clothes that they wore.

She was soon left in a simple under gown that left nothing to the imagination and left everything for Jareth to see.

Sarah's eyes roamed over his body, he tight legs still covered by his leggings, his now naked and sculpted chess brightened by the fire in the fire place, his broad face and wild, blond hair, to finally rest of his beautiful eyes. H walked over and rested his hands on her hips and kissed her gently, "Sarah, you don't have to do this, if you wish to end this, just say the word." She placed her finger on his lips after he finished and only smiled. "Jareth, I want this, I want you, to be with you always Ii…I love you Jareth." She said, his smile broadened again and he kissed her again, but with love and passion beyond belief.

He scooped her up in his arms, bridal style, and laid her on the bed with out breaking the kiss and the silent promise it signified.

Through out the night in the dim firelight, their cries of love echoed through the room and deep within them selves as they touched and kissed each other to no end and with no intent of letting their time together end to soon. But soon as ray shown through the windows of Jareth's chamber, did he realize he was alone…

…and dreaming. He sighed as he lay out on his back, tangled in his sheets. Saddened by the fact his night was Sarah was merely a dream but for a strange reason was content and smiled, ready to face the long day of his kingly duties.

Sarah too woke with the mixture of sadness and contentment. A bright smile graced her lips as she stood from her bed and got ready for the day at work. She through on a red professional outfit and made it out the door, just a few seconds before a cab pulled up. She smiled brightly, knowing that this day was going to be a good one, but it would be the last normal day she had for awhile.

The next few weeks, she started to feel sick every time she woke up and sometimes to something she ate; she missed her period and then started having strange food cravings. Now she sat in her doctor's office, twiddling her fingers, waiting for him to come back with her results. She looked among the assorted magazines to only put them back in anxiety or boredom, her eyes looked over the white walls, the tiled floor, the assorted, sterilized objects around the bright, white room, laid neatly on the counters and finally to the door which opened as if on cue.

"Well Ms. Williams, I have good news, your not ill, in fact your perfectly healthy." She sighed in relief.

"Thank you doctor."

And as she stood, he stooped her by placing his hand on her shoulder, "wait I have even better news, Ms. Williams." His bright smile made her wonder what could be better but she only smiled and asked, "Yes, what would that be?"

"Congratulations Ms. Williams, you're pregnant."

To the wonderful people who were so eager to read this story after seengmy trailer on youtube, thank you for your support in this story. Thank you for your patience and kind words for my trailer. Now I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of 'Makings Of A Dream.' And I hope you have kinder words to say in terms of the story itself, thank you all once again, please review and I will have the 2nd chapter up soon

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