(AN: Hi there. This is my first fanfic, period. So please if you have the time review and let me know what you think.
This story is set in the timeline of the movie's release date, 27th June 1986, and although it was produced by the lovely people of Henson Studious and Lucas Films, basically British-American film, Sarah's character is American, therefore this is set in America.
If I've made any mistakes please correct me and I hope this story is enjoyable, if not, readable.
Sit back and enjoy my written desires.)

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I do not financially benefit from these pieces and most likely never will.

Sarah placed the school satchel at the floor of her desk with a thud and continued on to collapse in the chair. Letting out a tired sigh she folded her arms and rested her head against them. Her stiff shoulders slumped and her back slowly relaxed. The air in the room suddenly shifted and with it came the scent of a warm landscape and magic. With a low groan Sarah lifter her head to glare over her shoulder at the Fae presently leaning against the bedroom door. With his hands folded behind his back and his left foot prompt up against the door he cocked his head to one side and gave her a mischievous grin. She gave another groan and replaced her head on her forearms.

She felt the shift of air around her as the man walked to her side. He bent at the waist and peered at her through her veil of dark hair. The silence of the house was interrupted by the sound of crying. Sarah slumped further in her chair.

"Please, Toby. Not now, give me five minutes..." When the crying persisted she grudgingly heaved herself from the confines of her room. The guest of her room clung to her side like a shadow and followed her into the room in which the sound was emanating from. Toby was standing in his crib with red watery eyes. His crying died down when Sarah entered the room, he looked up at her with a tear streaked face and motioned his hands for her. She proceeded to pick him up and rest him against her hip.

With Sarah distracted with the baby the Fae accompanying her took the time to examine the room. He'd been in here once before but at the time he was rather distracted with business. The room was basic enough; Queen bed for the adults of the house along with accommodating side drawers and bed trunk. A rocking horse was placed towards the double doors of glass that led to the balcony and the crib resided to the side.

His curious gaze had him catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror attached to the wall. His feathery-blond hair hung around his head in an unruly mess, he caught the gaze of his mismatched eyes, both blue but the left was permanently dilated. His eyebrows swept from his eyes along with the natural blemish of his eyelids, sweeping up like an owl's wing. He smiled at himself to reveal pointed teeth that only added to the predatory look of his face. He was in his usual attire when visiting others. His cape of black feathers swept the floor with each of his strides. The brown leather of his jacket gave a dull shine in the artificial light and the studs gleamed menacingly. The white of his poets top blended with his light vest and grey breeches. Approving his attire he turned his attention back to Sarah.

She was gently rocking Toby to sleep humming a tune he didn't recognize. When Toby's breathing became heavy and relaxed Sarah slowly shifted him back into the crib after kissing his forehead. The Fae made his way back to Sarah's room and waited till she entered to close the door. As though he wasn't there Sarah went on to retrieve her nightgown and entered the bathroom down the hall. She emerged a short time later and folded her jeans and shirt away. 'til now the Fae had remained quiet, watching her every move. He made to speak but she held a hand up to stop him.

"Don't, just don't. I'm exhausted both physically and mentally. I'm really not in the mood for a discussion. So please just leave. If you have something you want to talk about then you can return tomorrow. It's the weekend so whatever you have to say can be explained in length then but right now I feel like I'm going to collapse..." Without waiting for a response she turned to the bed and lifted the covers, with her right foot seeking its place under the covers he spoke,

"Goodnight, Sarah." She turned her head to him and replied,

"Goodnight, Goblin King." With that she let the rest of her body relax beneath the covers. She was soon asleep and her breathing was deep and steady. The Goblin King cocked his head to one side and stared at her for a while. How she's changed he thought to himself. True it had only been a month since her trip through the Labyrinth but she really had matured. He continued to visit her from their last encounter even if it meant having to bend to her will every so often. In truth he could see just how tired she was.

After her 'victory party' he had returned to her window again.

He had intended to intimidate and frighten her after what she had done to him. The barn owl perched on the branch outside her window waiting for the right moment. Sarah had started cleaning up the mess from the celebrations, clearly fighting off her exhaustion to get the job done. He was still brooding when he noticed her wince and clutch at her ribs. She brought her hand to her face and her eyes widened at the sight of blood.

She clutched at her side again as a wave of pain hit her and let out a strangled moan. She sank to the floor and closed her eyes tight against the pain, grinding her teeth together. She slowly lifted her shirt to reveal the wound on her left side. An intricate pattern had started to carve itself along her ribs, starting from the underside of her left breast and working its way along her side to finish at a curve towards her navel. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the pattern slowly carved itself into her flesh. She let out a pained choke before rising from her feet but collapsed back to the floor panting.

The owl outside of the window had slowly turned its thoughts from that of revenge to startled alarm.
The feverish tapping against the window caught the girl's attention. Sarah looked over and gave a faint smile before peeling over in pain as a sharp gasp escaped her lips. The king furiously beat against the glass, pleading with his eyes for entry. She understood his frantic mood and gave a short nod before slumping against the floor. The Goblin King wasted no time in entering her room. He wrapped her in his arms and quickly teleported to the medical wing of his castle.

Startled gasps came from the few occupants of the room. He placed her on the nearest available bed barking orders to the goblins. The goblins of medical training rushed to Sarah's side and began removing the remnants of her blood stained top. The Goblin King averted his gaze. The sight of blood didn't repulse him but the facts that it was coming from Sarah made his gut twist in an uncomfortable way. He decided to focus on her face, wincing mentally each time her face contorted in pain. He kept his features composed around his subjects but allowed himself the action of holding her hand. Despite her petite stature she would clamp around his hand with bone crushing pressure throughout the process the goblins had started. The goblins made quick but precise work with her, stopping the bleeding and dressing the wounds. He had to admit these goblins had an intelligence that the rest of their race rarely exude

"Your Majesty." The King turned to look down at a goblin at the foot of the bed. The goblin's orange eyes darted round the room nervously before landing on Sarah's face and then back to his King's.

"What is it?" he asked irritably. The goblin's eyes widened briefly and he swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking again.

"The girl she, um...she needs to rest. If you would leave the rest to us and ummm..." his voice trailed off along with his courage.

"Are you commanding me?" The Goblin King asked in mild disbelief. He raised an eyebrow as he looked down his nose at the quivering goblin.

"N-no! Your Majesty. Merely a suggestion...is all..." He clamped his hands together in an effort to stop them from shaking. The king turned his attention back to Sarah and said,

"I think I'll stay the night."

"But Your Majesty!" exclaimed the small goblin. The King's head snapped back to glare at the goblin which in turn retreated a few steps.

"Are you questioning my authority?" Jareth asked, his voice the sharpness of a blade's edge. The goblin franticly shook his head from side to side. "Leave, all of you!" Jareth's voice rang through the room and every goblin fled from the vicinity before the echo of his voice had faded. He turned back to Sarah and kneeled beside the bed. He smoothed her hair back from her face and neck where it clung to her skin, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. "What has happened to you, you precious thing?" he murmured to himself. Sarah leaned into the cool leather at her cheek and turned on her side facing him. He had stayed the night by her side, checking on her breathing and the state of her wounds. Conjuring a chair, he only slept when he was certain she wouldn't wake.

He awoke when he felt a slight stirring and looked up to see Sarah beginning to wake. Jareth removed his hand from her own and stood at the foot of the bed. He wasn't too sure as to how she would react. A soft moan passed her lips as she slowly sat in the bed and opened her bleary eyes. Her eyebrows briefly crinkled in confusion of her surroundings before she spotted him. She gave him a weak smile and winced in pain. She looked down to examine the source of pain when she realised that the top half of her body was clad in nothing but the bandage dressings that wrapped themselves around her midriff. She gave an involuntary squeak and crossed her arms around her exposed breasts with a blush. She winced when the movement tore the wound anew. Jareth slowly circled back to her side and presented her with one of his shirts. She gave him a thankful smile and put the top on, wincing with the movement.

"Thank you and...I'm sorry." Jareth blinked with surprise.

"Why are you apologizing?" Sarah's brow creased slightly.

"I'm not sure, it seemed right...how much damage did I cause? Do you want me to somehow work to repair it or..." Jareth blinked again and then gave a throaty laugh. Sarah turned to him with a mix of surprise and apprehension.

"You awaken in an unfamiliar surrounding; wounded and exposed and the first thing you worry about is the damage you may have caused?!"

Jareth smiled at the memory. The event followed with a brief discussion on the situation of her wounds. Sarah had seemed mostly uncomfortable by the fact that she had been lying in bed half-naked before the Goblin King. He hid his amusement from her but kept the act of indifference around her.

He turned back to look at her face before disappearing only to reappear at Toby's side. The babe slept well, a new found talent of Sarah's had also come from her journey through the Labyrinth. She was able to hum a tune and any babe would relax into a deep slumber. Jareth smiled to himself, she certainly has changed he mused to himself.

He spent the next ten minutes exploring the house he hadn't really payed attention to it previously, in truth he had only ever been in Sarah's room along with the room that was shared with her father, stepmother and Toby. He was currently investigating the fridge when he heard the rattle of keys at the front door. He hid in the shadows as the figures of Robert and Karen Williams entered.

"Sarah! We're home...are you awake?" Robert looked up the stairs. He turned to Karen with a pained expression. "I don't know what's happening to her. She seems to get tired so easily now...do you think something's wrong?" Karen frowned a little at her husband's worries for his daughter. Sarah's behaviour towards her had improved immensely but it seemed as though her rest was the price.

"I'm sure she's fine. She's still growing; her body is changing into that of a young woman's. Just be glad she's gotten past her moody stage of being a teenager." Karen gave a reassuring smile and Robert's concerned brow relaxed a bit before announcing he was headed to bed.

Jareth watched further as Karen tidied the already immaculate living area before sighing in defeat and heading to bed herself. He had to give slight credit to Karen, though her theory was a little off, Sarah was indeed changing. At first he had denied it. It didn't seem possible but then he began to notice the subtle differences. True the major change had been the now intricately beautiful scar that adorned the left side of her torso. Sarah's body had begun to change. Her ears had become slender and slightly pointed. Her features had become sharper and elegant. Her hair had a subtle shine even in darkness. The more defined these features had become the more Jareth was forced to admit the inevitable. Sarah was becoming Fae.

He could only conclude that the process was slow due to the iron that was so easily found in this realm. Jareth returned to Sarah's room to find her in the struggles of a nightmare. His brow furrowed in thought. She had been having nightmares for the past few weeks. He needed to consult with the entity of the Labyrinth, he had no doubts to whether her current situation was caused by the illustrious being.

Jareth appeared in his throne room to the throng of goblins. They never could stay quiet for any period of time; everything in their nature seemed to cause a noise of some sort. He took his usual languid position on his crested throne and sat in contemplation for a time. Sarah was becoming Fae that much was now obvious to him. The only thing that truly brought conflict to his mind was the scar that Sarah had received.

Irritated by the continued buzz of noise he finally gave in to call on the Labyrinth about his inquiries. He stood from the throne and paced to the door that led to the great hall. The stone of the walls were not carved from the surface of the earth it resided in. The walls were the same stone that made the Labyrinth, in essential it was part of the Labyrinth. Each twist could be changed, each subject that past could be seen through his eyes, and nothing was unknown to him. He had created the Labyrinth long ago but because of its great size and stature and the magic he passed to it he had inadvertently created an entity that was neither living nor inanimate. In truth it was often a relief to have the Labyrinth about. The lack of contact with civilized beings would grow tiresome, though there were others of his kind they often retreated from the Goblin Kingdom in favour of others.

He arrived at his destination shortly and sat down on the low tree limb. The garden was aglow with fireflies and the music of insects and various other creatures filled the air. He closed his eyes briefly to take in the rare calm of his kingdom. The slight luminous burn of light penetrated the dark behind his eyelids with a dull red glow and he lifted them in irritation.

There, along the bank of the pond, stood the glowing form of a girl. She was slender in form with silver hair reaching her ankles. Her violet eyes searched the water for the life that rippled the surface. Her oval face had a slight point at the chin and was currently set in an expression of slight fascination. Her lashes brushed the tops of her cheeks briefly before returning to their hooded position. A faint smile curled her dusty rose lips when the surface of the water was broken by a koi. Crimson scales covered its head along with a splattering down its spine. The moonlight gave its silver scales a faint glow before it descended back into the depths of the large pond.

He waited patiently as he allowed the child like curiosity of the Labyrinth. Though the Labyrinth was most definitely a powerful and wise being she would often show an interest in life that one would associate with awe. The entity of the Labyrinth embodied itself as a young woman similar to the age of Sarah. At the cusp of womanhood, interested in all she saw even when well versed in the subjects. Her purple gown clung to her form to show the slight petit curves and her slender arms were bare to the night's air. Her skin glowed with the magic withheld beneath the surface.

She turned to face him, curtsied slightly and bowed her head; her rise back to standing was accompanied by a soft whisper of,

"My King." Jareth studied the being for any further reactions but was met by a slight tilt of her head before turning back to the pond. He narrowed his eyes in thought on how to start the topic and rose to his feet. The spirit turned back to the king and tilted its head again in thought. She approached the king and caressed his cheek. "My King should not worry; it is unbecoming for him to do so."

Jareth narrowed his eyes at the slight insult but did not voice is agitation. "What troubles you milord? You do not often seek my attentions with your worrisome thoughts."

"I am sure that you already know the reason for my seeking you out. I seek knowledge of the past events of the Labyrinth's Lady and Champion, Sarah Williams."

"You seek my knowledge of such events taken place after all this time? What has become of My Champion and Lady for you to come to me now?" The king stared down at the face of the spirit in contemplation.

"What is it you know, my anam?" She smiled softly at her nickname and replied with a hint of mischief,

"Is leor nod don eolach." For the second time she had given slight insult to his being, he bit back a heated retort. Jareth eyed her critically before speaking again. He tilted his head in acknowledgment of her comment and gave her his own warning,

"Coimhe'ad fearg fhear na foighde, my child"

The Labyrinth nodded her head in understanding and stepped back to give the monarch his personal space once more. She hummed to herself, the tune soft and lulling. Jareth recognized the tune, the tune of Sarah's humming earlier that evening. Sarah was connected to the Labyrinth, his first hint. "You've connected to her, but how?"

"Did you not wish to keep her close to you, close to your heart?" She smiled knowingly at the king. Jareth reined in his emotions, he was not accustomed to such bluntness even from the Labyrinth. The Labyrinth knew of how he felt for the girl. It had tried to please him with the obstacles it provided and the constant changes of its walls but it was not enough to keep her distracted from her goal and ultimately trap the girl in the Underground.

He had never felt this strongly for any living being in his life. He coveted after the 15 year old woman; he did not see her any other way. She was a young woman and therein laid the problem.

Young.

She had been too young to understand what he wanted and what he needed from her. The Labyrinth had done something, he was now certain of that.

"Though I be Fae I am not up to riddles at this moment. What is it that you have done to Sarah?"

The Labyrinth looked into his eyes and paused in her movements. She leaned in to him and whisper to his ear. A voice of no certain distinctions echoed in his head.
"She has been Marked..."

(AN: For those who don't know anam is Irish Gaelic for 'soul'.
Is leor nod don eolach translates to 'A hint is sufficient for the wise'.
Coimhe'ad fearg fhear na foighde also written as Coimhad fearg fhear na foighde translates to 'Beware the anger of a patient man'.
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