Labyrinth: The Second Journey, Part 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth. Just this plot.
Rating: PG
Summary: Toby gets a bit of revenge, only to find out that it isn't so sweet.

Toby sat in his room. His dusty blonde hair was gelled forward, like all the other
boys at his school. Now fourteen, his room looked a lot like any other boy's would.
There were posters, baseball trophies, and other things of that sort. The room used to be
his half-sister, Sarah's, but she had long since gone to college and moved out. She only
came back for part of the summer and Christmas, when she stayed in the spare room.
Sarah had decided long ago to tell him the truth about what happened when he was two.
He had been ten when she told him, and he finally knew why he kept having his weird
dreams and flashes of vague memory.

Once, he thought that there was still a trace of the goblin magic still in him, but
then he grew up enough to stop believing in such things. Since Sarah had first told him,
Toby had decided to hate his sister for sending him there. Into the Labyrinth.

So, it was Christmas again, and Sarah was back home. Toby knew that his
parents were disappointed in her because she was thirty and still didn't even have a
boyfriend. Actually, his mother was upset with her. His dad went with anything his
mom said. He knew that his mother wanted to control Sarah's life, but Toby didn't feel
concerned, so he therefore had no pity for her.

In truth, Sarah's life was a torture. Her step-mother even chose the college she
went to, even though Sarah secretly altered her classes. When she graduated with a
degree in literature, her stepmother was furious. She had wanted her to become an
accountant, not an author.

Needless to say, Sarah tried to stay away from home as much as possible. There
were always arguments in store whenever she came home.

That Christmas, Toby decided to make her life even more miserable by vowing to
torture every waking moment of her stay. To start out, he'd take her most beloved book,
"The Labyrinth".

Having acquired it, he kept it in his room until she noticed, which didn't take
long.

Sarah stormed into his room and demanded, "Where is it?"

"You find it, I don't know where it is."

Unfortunately for Toby, Sarah knew just where to look, and found it immediately
in his sock drawer.

"You know, you really need to find better hiding places. I wish you would get an
imagination."

"Everyone else wants you to get a life," answered Toby coolly.

"Oh Toby, STOP IT!!!" It was the same thing she said twelve years ago. She
began to cry.

It ticked him off. As Sarah stormed back to her room, Toby yelled after her, "I
wish the goblins would come and take you away right now!"

Toby heard a faint scream of "What have you done?" before all was silent.

"Sarah, are you trying to creep me out? Come on, I'm fourteen. You're little
goblin tricks wont work on me anymore. Goblins don't exist, so stop the act!" There
was a pause. It grew longer, and longer. Toby was actually worried. He got up and went
to her closed door. Then he knocked softly, but there was no answer. He took a risk of
Sarah's bad temper and opened the door. There, he could see the shelves upon shelves of
stuffed animals, the piles of books, the scattered makeup and costumes. All of Sarah's
dreams had accumulated in that one room, but Sarah wasn't there. "Sarah? Are you
hiding in your closet?"

He checked there too, but it was empty. All of a sudden, he heard a rustling. He
ran to his parent's room, where it all started. An owl was furiously beating his wings
against the balcony doors. It burst through and dive-bombed Toby, causing him to fling
up his arms to protect his face. When he wasn't looking, the owl rose up into the form of
a tall man with wild blonde hair and miss-matched eyes.

He had returned.