Full Summary: Several years after Sarah Williams defeated the Goblin King and won back her baby brother, Toby, Jareth still has deep feelings for her. Acting on his love, he granted his own wish to be with her, no matter the cost. He trades his life as the Goblin King for a life with Sarah in the Aboveground. His memories of being the Goblin King are repressed and so too are Sarah's of her journey in the Labyrinth. The two of them, now happily married, have a young family of two daughters. Things are going well until Jareth remembers who he really is and Sarah comes to see that the man she married and started a family with is the very fae who she had battled all those years ago for her baby brother's freedom.

Notes: I got the idea for this fan fiction from my walks to and from the bus that I take for a short contract that I am currently working.

This might be a short story. We'll see.

Please enjoy and review. Thank you.

Labyrinth (c) The Jim Henson Company

Chapter I: At the Beginning With You

He wanted to be with her, no matter the price. It would be a hefty cost, he knew that. But still it was what he wanted. To have her, to be with her in any way was better than the life he was living. Even if it meant…

Jareth woke up to the buzz of his alarm clock. It was insufferable having to wake every weekday at half past five in the morning. This was for the best, he would remind himself. This was all for her and their family. However, this particular morning, his optimistic thoughts were lost as he realized that it was Monday, which meant he had a whole week of ahead of crunching numbers and breakfasts of caffeinated coffee and cold cereal in attempt to keep him awake throughout the workday.

He slammed his fist down on the alarm clock on the bedside table to shut the annoying device off. Once it was off, he heard slight movement. He looked over to see his wife, who was trying her best to catch a few more minutes of sleep. Sarah rolled over in the bed, moving the covers up over her eyes. She didn't have to be up as early as he did for her job. She was currently on summer break from her job working as a drama teacher. Though she would be woken up by their daughters soon enough, one of whom always seemed to have boundless energy so early in the morning.

As if on cue, the door to their bedroom opened and in ran their youngest daughter, a three year old, pulling along her sister, a sleepy five year old.

"Mama! Papa!" The three year old exclaimed, releasing her hand on her sister to jump on to her parents' bed. The five year old yawned before also going on her parents' bed to try and fall asleep again, despite her sister jumping on the bed.

Jareth sat up in the bed. There was no choice. If his alarm clock hadn't woken him up, his daughter would have. He moved his hand to gently grab his jumping daughter. She was young, but she could be reckless and he really didn't want to deal with kissing a wound on her head if she had fallen off the bed.

"Faye, sweetheart, no jumping on the bed." He managed to tell her, though he was still waking up.

It was too late to let Sarah sleep a while longer for Faye had already woken her mother up from all the jumping. Jareth could see that his wife was doing her best to hold in a groan.

"Why don't you go back to your room and play with your toys while your mother and I get up and make you breakfast?" He suggested to her, trying to be as calm as possible. He released Faye's arm.

The little girl looked at him and gave her father a wide smile.

"Okay, Papa!" She said, happily before running off of the bed, stomping down the hallway to her room.

Jareth looked to see that their eldest child was laying at the foot of their bed, trying to sleep. He gently reached over to touch her.

"Titania, why don't you back to sleep in your room?" He told her.

The five year old looked up at her father with sleepy green eyes and nodded before slinking out of the bed and sluggishly walking back to her bedroom to go back what she had been doing before her younger sister had woken her up.

It was amazing how different their children were. Titania, their oldest, had inherited Jareth's looks, but had a quiet presence about her. She much preferred looking at her picture books and reading what she could, now that she had learned how to read, and drawing things than causing a ruckus like her sister. Titania was also a dreamer, drawing pictures of creatures she made up in her mind, though her favorite thing to draw were goblins. Jareth wasn't quite sure why she drew goblins or why she had an interest in fairytales with them in it.

As for Faye, their youngest, she was active from the moment she learned how to talk and walk. She would listen to stories, but she much preferred to go outside and play in the dirt, grabbing worms and learn about the world with great curiosity. She had Sarah's dark hair and her father's mismatched eyes, a rare eye condition, but she clearly saw quite well.

Sarah peeled the comforter away from her and finally let out the groan she had been keeping in. Waking up early was hard, especially when one had expectations for the day.

Jareth leaned over and kissed her on the lips, a much more pleasant way of waking her up. His wife fell into his kiss, returning it.

"Good morning, love." He whispered against her lips.

"Good morning." She replied and grabbed from him another kiss.

His brief case felt even heavier on his walk to the bus home, if that was even possible. The day had been a long one, tiring as always. Another Monday gone by under horrible management. They were such fools at his company. Surely, he deserved more than this. His family deserved more than this.

Jareth paused, stopping in front of a familiar coffee shop. It had been a place where he had often met Sarah at when they had been dating. It was a place filled with memories for them, a place where they had talked about their dreams and desires. It was also the place where they had had a horrible break up before after some time reconciling and dating again.

Life had been so simple back then, ten years ago. They had such dreams too, but had to sacrifice them for the sake of their family.

He saw his reflection in the window. Tall and thin with dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. Blonde hair cut short and he was clean shaven to have a professional appearance. It was almost as if he didn't look like himself. His true self being hidden under this disguise.

"You have no power over me!" The words echoed across his mind and his head and heart began to ache. His hold on his brief case loosened and it dropped to the ground. It seemed that no matter what he could not escape that voice.

For ten years he had had nightmares, of facing a dark haired young woman, of feeling the stab of pain that came with her words. A villain to be defeated. Woven in them too were flashes of scenes of another world, chaotic and full of nonsense. A world of magic. It was as if it was calling to him.

He put his hands over his head, grimacing. Why did he have to have an attack like this now? All he wanted was to catch his bus and go back home.

Steam that had the worst stench that Jareth had ever smelt rose up from the manhole on the street near him. Sometimes he would pass by the manholes, making up little fantasy stories of what was residing beneath them underground. If he had told Faye the stories he had created, he knew that she would love them. She always had a strange fascination with earth and what was under it.

Jareth coughed and released his hands from his head. He managed to look back at the window of the coffee shop. The smell seemed to have disappeared along with the steam from the manhole. The reflection he had seen before, a typical over worked man in a suit and tie was gone. In its place was a man with his same features, only with a long mane of blonde hair and dressed in a tailored outfit of black leather. Around his neck was a strange amulet. Glitter was in the air around him.

The man shook, terrified by this transformation. And yet deep inside something told him that this was who he really was. He was this man, the Goblin King.

Before he could do anything, the reflection held up his hand and tossed a crystal ball at him. A moment later, Jareth was gone and the steam from the manhole wafted towards the coffee shop again.

Sarah hadn't really slept in over a week. She had been running on worry and anxiety. It was only understandable since her husband hadn't come home from work one day like he always did. By six o'clock in the evening on the dot, he was always home from work, helping her to make dinner for their family. That past Monday had been different. It wasn't that he was late. He just simply hadn't come home at all and had remain missing for such a long time.

She had called and texted his mobile phone too many times to count. She had reached out to his coworkers, friends, anyone who might have a clue as to where he went. This wasn't like Jareth to simply disappear.

The police were involved now, putting Jareth on a list of Missing Persons. It was hard for her to feel so helpless, so powerless.

Sarah paced around her room, her latest call to her husband giving her the message that his number was no longer available. She was ready to break down. It was hard for her to remain strong, to reassure her daughters that their father would be home any minute.

Something caught her eye. She glanced over to see a strange red leather bound book on her night table. Maybe it was how tired she was, but she did not recall putting a book there, much less owning such a book. She approached the night table and saw the title of the book, Labyrinth. What an odd title for a book.

Sarah reached to pick up the book. As soon her fingers touched the cover, she felt a shock like an electric bolt go through her. Memories flew through her mind. She had made a wish, she had gone to the Underground, she had been the one to…

The book and her cell phone fell from her hands. Her heart was pounding and she raced out of her room to her oldest daughter's room. She had to protect them.

There was a crash of thunder and a flash of lightening when she burst into Titania's room. She was in such a hurry and focused on other things that she only now noticed that there was a horrible summer storm going on outside.

The window to Titania's room was open. Standing before the window was a familiar figure who made Sarah feel frightened and delighted to see at the same time. In his arms, she saw both of her daughters. Titania was asleep and Faye seemed to wake up for just a moment to see her desperate mother.

"Papa's home." Faye told her mother tiredly before closing her eyes to fall into a deep sleep again.

Sarah glared at the villain from her past.

"You're him, aren't you? You're the Goblin King." She knew him now. The memories were back.

He grinned at her. This would be very interesting indeed.

Notes: Also, I did get the name Titania from the faerie queen in A Midsummer Night's Dream. Faye is an English name that means "faerie/fairy," which I thought was an appropriate name for a child of Jareth and Sarah.

I did get the chapter name from the song from Anastasia. It's a nice song.

A Midsummer Night's Dream (c) William Shakespeare

Anastasia (c) Fox Animation Studios and 20th Century Fox