Disclaimer: The author of this story does not claim any ownership to the film Labyrinth. The film is the property of the Jim Henson Company.

Part I

Everything was set. The food was sat out on the long table against the wall. The punch was chilling in the refrigerator, waiting to be put out later. The front room of her tiny little apartment was decorated and ready to go, but there was a problem. A very big problem. Sarah Williams was throwing a Halloween party and didn't have a costume.

Well, she did, but she wasn't sure if it was the right one. After all this wasn't an ordinary party for ordinary people. Oh, no. It was a party for goblins and some other mystical creatures. Her friends. Well, most were semi-friends. She just invited the others, so she wouldn't have problems later. Sarah really didn't want them messing with anything. She still studded thinking about what did to her poor car. That had been a truly painful experience to be sure.

Sighing, Sarah walked into her tiny bedroom. It was a good costume by normal standards, but could it past the goblins? Oh, who was she kidding? More than likely the goblins wouldn't even notice it. Most were coming for the food anyway.

She worried because a certain someone might actually show up. After all he had to wonder where his subjects disappeared to all the time.

Of course, he might not care at all. She'd been careful over the years not to ask too many questions about the Goblin King. After all she wasn't sure what his intent would be if they met again, and yet here she was worrying over what he would think of her Halloween costume.

Shaking her head, Sarah looked at her alarm clock. She didn't have much time. So it seemed what was on the bed would be it. Quickly she changed and began to do her make up. At least, that she could have some fun. Well a little.

Soon she was ready and waiting for her guests to arrive.

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Where were the cretins? True it was All Hollow's Eve, but they had been missing for days. They were planning something, and when the goblins planned anything it would end in disaster, as all of their plans did.

The Goblins King glanced around his almost empty throne room. A few goblins slept on the floor and against the walls. A single chicken strutted across the floor. This was not a good sign. He could not allow them to proceed.

Rising from his throne, he quickly conjured a crystal orb into his hand. As he peered into its depths, the King frowned. His subjects were in some mortal dwelling. It was clearly decorated to celebrate that idiotic mortal holiday. Some of the old magic was still there, but it was still fading. It was being consumed by candy and those horror movies.

He felt a slight chill run down his back. To think Samhain had become a child's play thing. Shaking his head slightly, he tossed the crystal into the air. The King walked over to the large opened alcove. As he neared the alcove, the King transformed into a white barn owl, which then flew out into the sky.

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The party seemed to be going well. So far there hadn't been any real damage done. Everyone seemed to be on their best behavior. She'd only had to break up one fight. Of course, it had only been thirty minutes, and the party still had hours to go.

Hoggle was watching over a group of Brownies that were eyeing her bookcase. No doubt they were fighting the urge to start taking her books and make pathways throughout the apartment. She had to ask them not to, after she had tripped the last time.

Sir Didymus was no doubt telling the group of knight one of his many stories. Sarah gave a slight nod a she walked past him to the kitchen. Ludo was just standing in a corner trying not to take too much room.

As she walked into her kitchen, Sarah tried not to cringe. Besides the treats she had made one of the goblin cooks had arrived with some of the goblins' favorites. Most were covered in thick gravy. She had no idea what was under most of the gravy. So of course, she had politely refused to have any.

"Lady, where's your coffee?"

"Not again. I told you no more coffee. It took me days to clean up after the last time."

The little goblin frowned, " but, Lady, I have a new recipe."

"No."

Sighing, the goblin returned to stirring his pot of gravy.

Sarah pulled another tray of cookies off the counter. At least, they were acting civilized. No one was grabbing the food all at once or guzzling down the punch. Of course, that could change especially if someone had disobeyed her and brought that ale they loved.

Sighing, she carried the new tray into the living/dinning room. Placing the tray on the table, Sarah turned as a goblin screamed.

"Ah, the King's outside!?"

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Stupid goblin. Well, now everyone knew he was sitting on the railing of the balcony. He still was surprised at where he had ended up.

His subjects were at her home. Sarah's home. She was the one throwing the party. A party to celebrate what exactly? Could she truly be celebrating the holiday? It was months after the anniversary of her run.

Most of his subjects were moving away from the glass doors. Had they thought he truly would never find out where they had all ran off to?

Suddenly, the glass door opened.

"Welcome, Your Majesty. Why don't you come in and join the party?"

He tilted his head slightly. Why was she hiding? She was using the drapery to hide behind. Was she afraid of him? No, that couldn't be the answer. She wouldn't had invited him inside.

Hopping off the railing, he flapped his wings causing him to glide into the room. Once he was inside, the glass door slide shut behind him. He glanced around the room, but he still could not see her.

Turning his head slightly at the sound of fabric moving, he frowned inside his owl body. Where was she? How was she able to stay so hidden?

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Sarah stood in the shadows beside her sliding glass door. The drapes were now closed since she wasn't planning on anyone else arriving. She watch as he looked around the room no doubt looking for her.

Around her the Creatures of the Labyrinth began talking and eating again. She would soon have to leave the shadows to get more food. Would she be ready to face him? Well, she had no choice now.

The owl's head continued moving side to side for a few more moments before it stopped. Then it began to glow. After a few moments, in its place stood the Goblin King. He still stood with his back to her.

Hoggle caught her eye. He was slightly waving his handing, clearly hoping not to catch the King's attention. Sarah shook her head as someone turned up the music.

The King began walking towards the opening that lead to the Kitchen. Slowly Sarah moved away from the door and began making her way towards her room. There was no way she was staying in her costume with him there. She reached the door to her room just as he reached the opening.

Sarah was fairly sure that she had never opened and shut a door so fast before. So here she stood with her back against her door. Locking the door she moved towards her closet. After slipping out of her current costume, Sarah began moving her small collection of costumes.

What to wear? As she moved one of the plastic covered outfits, it hit her. Why exactly was she changing? She glanced at the costume tossed on her bed. Would he recognize it if he had ever seen it? More than likely yes.

Sarah pushed the costumes one by one along the metal pole in the closet. She needed something good, which all of them were, but something not too eye catching. Finally, she got to the final costume in her closet. Out of everything, it would be the best one.

Quickly, glancing at the door, she pulled it out and removed it from the garment bag.

She gently placed it on her bed after removing the hanger. As quickly as she could, Sarah put on her new costume. Then she fixed her hair and changed what jewelery seemed appropriate to charge. Taking a quick glance in the mirror leaning against the wall, Sarah nodded.

Now she felt ready enough to actually face him again. Walking over to the door, Sarah took a deep. As she placed her hand on the door knob, she took one last look around her room. Finally she turned the knob and opened the door.

"So this is where you went to hide, is it? Hello, Sarah."

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