A/N: I've just returned after a very long time of not writing. (My old n00b stories are good for a laugh. This is based on a little.. person I know; who I have multiple times, wished away to the Labyrinth.
And yes, I'd run it one million times to get him back.)
Chapter 1
"What is.. this?" Sitting on his throne, Jareth leant forwards, peering in.. confusion at the finding, brought before him.
"He was wished away about.. half an hour ago."
Jareth blinked, that was odd. Normally, if he did not go pick up the child himself, they would automatically end up in the throne room. He'd only walked in about ten minutes ago, and was almost certain he hadn't seen the child up until then.
"Why am I just seeing him now?"
"We only just caught him, sir." A slight giggle escaped the toddler, and Jareth seemed offended by the sound. Before he could deliver a scathing threat to the toddler, the goblin had once more piped up.
"M'lord, I believe it is called a.. Ka-har-lee." The goblin beside him piped up, puffing out his chest as he looked up at the wary Goblin King.
"..What?" Jareth's eyebrows narrowed, and he snatched the crumpled piece of paper from the goblin's hands, glancing over it briefly, muttering quietly as he scanned the messy handwriting.
"It's Charlie, you moron. A popular name for human babies." Jareth glanced back down at the child, who had been relatively silent. Most children would carry on for at least the first two hours, but the little boy seemed.. composed, his large hazel eyes seeming to drill holes through Jareth's head. A devilish grin played on the child's lips, and for someone quite little, Jareth almost felt like the little boy was threatening him with confidence.
"He looks like a Jabkark, to me-" An irritable look from Jareth sent the small goblin fleeing from the throne room, much to the delight of the other goblins. After a hearty chuckle of his own, Jareth found himself glancing back down at this odd piece of paper, that seemed to detail information on this child.
"Charlie.. Twenty-two months, slight cough- Back in thirteen hours-" Realisation struck the Goblin King as he read, his pale cheeks beginning to flush a deep crimson as a certain anger filled him. He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, glancing down at the paper that currently crumpled in his hand.
"I AM NOT A BABY SITTING SERVICE." Jareth roared, silencing the room in barely three seconds. The brief silence was refreshing, and allowed Jareth to think more clearly about the child.
"..Where's he gone?" The male whipped his head around, scanning the room. The goblins squeaked and squealed, jumping about, rushing in circles about the room trying to locate the 'Charlie'.
Jareth collapsed back on his throne, with a sigh. With a dismissive wave of his hand, the goblins fled the throne room. Jareth lifted one hand, twisting his wrist to bring up a crystal. The image of the child came up almost immediately, and Jareth didn't bother to supress a chuckle as he watched the toddler succesfully evade the goblins.
"...I am not running a damn day care. Note to self; kill the wisher."