A/N: This idea came to me as I listened to an old recording of Gershwin's Someone to Watch Over Me. Please let me know if you'd like me to continue.

Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or the song. Just saw fit to tie them together.

"Hush, my little baby," Sarah crooned. She rocked the tiny baby in her arms, willing it to quiet down and go to sleep. "Shhhhh"

When words failed to work, she began to sing softly.

There's a saying old, says that love is blind
Still we're often told, "seek and ye shall find"
So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind

Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet
He's the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret

I'd like to add his initial to my monogram
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

There's a somebody I'm longin' to see
I hope that he, turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who'll watch over me

Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key

Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

Her voice was a very credible soprano and she sang the song with just the right angst. It wasn't the typical lullaby, but it was something she had sung more and more throughout the years. Her husband, Stephen, came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She looked back at him and smiled, love shining in her eyes.

Sarah had gotten married two years ago, when she was 22 and Stephen was 26. They had met in college. He had been a grad student and she had just finished up her freshman year. The tall blond was just the man she had been looking for. He was strong and gentle, romantic and seductive, serious and witty, the list went on. If he reminded her of another man, well, so be it. Sarah had come to terms with her time in the Labyrinth years ago. It was an adventure of a lifetime, but this was reality. She grabbed ahold of it and tried to thrive.

Now they had little Rachel. Sarah's daughter was the spitting image of her mother. She had dark, silky hair and beautiful eyes the color of jade. Sarah looked at her little girl and smiled. This was her daughter, her precious one. Realizing the small babe was asleep, she walked over to the crib and gently placed her on the tiny mattress. She stood there watching her sleep for just a moment. Turning to Stephen, she gave him a quick kiss before climbing into bed. He climbed in after her and draped his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. Sarah fell asleep, dreaming of balls and music…and him.

Jareth sat lounging in his Throne Room, his leg draped over the side of his throne. His goblins played all around him, but he tried to tune them out. Something was niggling at him and he couldn't quite put a finger on the problem. It was as if something or someone was calling him Aboveground. It was impossible. No one had wished away a child so how could anyone be trying to summon him? It began to grate on his nerves. He was a man who liked to have everything figured out; to have all the answers before him. He was in power and thus, liked to feel powerful. He'd had his power stripped away only once before. He frowned slightly as he thought about her. How reckless had he been to offer so much to the young girl? Now, he couldn't even see her again. She had said the words and went back to the Aboveground. He only saw her once after, during the little party she had held to celebrate her victory. Crystals were traitors to him, refusing to reveal her lovely face as she grew into a woman.

Someone to watch over me

A tune bore into his brain, threatening to curl into his very soul. What in the name of the Gods was causing him such distress? Was he finally going crazy as some of the other Fae had accused? He knew that ruling a kingdom of goblins was certainly not the most glamorous position. Being alone with these creatures was definitely something that could drive a person insane. He broke from his thoughts, just as a chicken went flying across the room. He'd have to figure it out another time as he was summoned by a wisher. He transformed into his owl shape and flew out the window towards the Above.

"Thanks Toby," Sarah said, hugging her brother close. He wasn't little anymore, in fact, he was now a young man of twenty two years.

"What are little brothers for?" he asked, smiling.

"Still," she sighed, "you didn't have to babysit with such short notice."

"Yes I did," he scolded gently. "You got called into work on short notice and you needed me. I'm your knight in shining armor, remember?" Sarah gave a little snort. He had been saying that to her since he was five. That's when Sarah had introduced him to Sir Didymus. Sarah wondered if he still talked to her old friends.

"Well, thank you anyway Sir Toby," she teased. He gave her a mock bow. "Did the little goblins give you any trouble?"

"Not a bit," he replied. "Mostly stayed in their room and played. I've got to head home Sar. I'll see you this weekend for dinner."

"Bye Tobes," she said. "I'll see you Saturday." She watched as her brother put on his coat and left her alone. The sound of her two daughters playing broke the silence.

Sarah lowered herself into their big comfy sofa, wanting to relax for a couple of minutes before going to check on her girls. Her thoughts strayed to Stephen. She had thought she was so much in love with him, but she found him tiresome. In the end, the thought of living with him for the rest of her life was too much for her. The divorce was final a little over a year ago. He still came around to get the girls, his eyes shining with the hope that she would come back to him. It made her wish that she could just be a normal woman who lived an average life. Unfortunately, that wasn't Sarah. As she had been told long ago, she wasn't an ordinary girl. For instance, even though she was thirty seven, she didn't look a day over twenty five. When other women her age were starting to get wrinkles and grey hair, she still held onto her youthful glow. It was really quite unnerving. Her thoughts strayed to her favorite song once again.

There's a somebody I'm longin' to see
I hope that he, turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me

Still humming, she closed her eyes and began to dream of dwarfs and worms…and him.

"Give it back," the little raven haired girl yelled, giving her little sister a shove.

"Forget it Rachel," the small blond haired girl retorted, shoving back.

"It's my bear, Annabelle" Rachel replied. It annoyed the twelve-year-old that she had to share a room with her eight-year-old sister. She had grown to resemble her mother in more ways than one. Her dark hair and green eyes gave her the physical resemblance. Even now, at twelve, she was becoming quite the beauty. Being tall for her age, everyone assumed she was much older. Unfortunately, when she opened her mouth, the myth was dispelled. She acted much younger than her baby sister, throwing tantrums when things didn't go her way. Her mother had tried to teach her daughter the lessons she had learned at fifteen, but it was useless. The girl would have to learn on her own. The only phrase that Sarah refused to tolerate was 'it's not fair.' Rachel actually respected her mother enough not to say it…at least to her face.

"You're just being a brat," Annabelle cried.

"Takes one to know one," Rachel retorted. She stomped over to her little sister and began tugging on the bear's leg trying to get it loose from her sister. Annabelle yanked it back and Rachel fell to the ground in a heap.

Downstairs, Sarah heard the thud from above. Rolling her eyes, she made her way up the stairs to their room. Those two were like oil and water. Sarah couldn't remember a time when they had gotten along. She was about to open the door when she heard Rachel clearly say, "I wish the goblins would take you away right now!" Her heart went to her throat and she twisted the doorknob in her hand. The door was stuck. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't get it open.

Rachel turned around in the sudden silence. Annabelle was nowhere to be seen. The twelve-year-old began to look around the room for her. "This isn't funny," she called. "Stop hiding." Thunder boomed, causing her to jump. She could hear sounds coming from under the bed. She looked there but couldn't find the source. "I'm gonna tell mom." A noise at the window frightened her and she gave a little scream. It was a big white barn owl trying to get into the room. Its talons struck the glass, making scratching noises on the pane. Rachel watched helplessly as the window flew open and the owl floated in. Her eyes went wide with surprise as the owl transformed into a man. He was dressed all in black from his boots to his cape. Glitter fell to the floor around him. His blond hair was choppy and wild. A pair of mismatched eyes looked at her curiously.

He frowned slightly. "Sarah?" he asked.

"No," the girl corrected, "I'm Rachel. Sarah's my mother." She couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw a flicker of surprise cross his face. "You're him aren't you? You're the Goblin King." The man just continued to look at her with a strange expression on his face. "I want my sister back if it's all the same."

"What's said is said," he replied, tugging at his leather gloves.

"But I didn't mean it," she cried.

"Oh you didn't?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Please," she pled. "Where is she?"

"You know very well where she is," he replied, bored.

"Please bring her back, my mom's going to be so mad," she begged.

"Rachel, I've brought you a gift," he said, a crystal appearing at his finger tips. It shone with a light of its own.

"What's that?" she asked, fascinated by the object in his hand.

"It's a crystal, nothing more, but if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams," he explained. He began to juggle the crystal over his hand and on to the other in a rather hypnotizing manner. She watched it move over his arms, unable to look away.

"I can't take it. I have to have my sister back," she said breathlessly.

"Rachel, as I told your mother before you, don't defy me," he warned. The crystal became a snake, coiled in his hand. He threw it at her, but she ducked. It sailed past her and landed on the floor with a thud. The snake transformed into a little goblin. It sniggered at her and ran under the bed.

"You're no match for me," he admonished.

"But, I need to get my sister," she replied.

"She's there, in my castle. Do you still want to look for her?" he asked, pointing out the window. Instead of the trees she normally saw, there was a castle in the center of a giant labyrinth.

"Is that the castle beyond the goblin city?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Turn back, Rachel, turn back before it's too late," he warned.

"I have to find her," she said, looking back at him. Suddenly she realized that her house had disappeared and she stood by a rather dead tree.

"Very well," he replied. "You have thirteen hours in which to solve the labyrinth before your little sister becomes one of us forever…such a pity." The Goblin King disappeared before her.

The little girl looked at the near impossible task before her. Squaring her small shoulders, she began to look for the way in.

Sarah pounded on the door to no avail. Her arms were beginning to bruise and her hands spilled blood from her relentless beating. She thought she could hear voices. A very audible gasp escaped her mouth. It was him! He had come back to take her children from her. She began beating harder, ignoring the pain. "Jareth stop!" she yelled. "Let me in! She's just a little girl." Finally, she felt some give in the door frame. She pushed a little harder and the frame broke, allowing her entry into the room. She was too late. The room was empty.

"Nooooooooooo!" she screamed into the night.