A/N: Okay, this is my first Labyrinth fanfic. I've been a fan of the movie as long as I can remember and just couldn't resist the muse. Reviews make me write faster, so I've you can that'd be great *sips coffee*

Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. I have like seven dollars after bills and such, which I doubt the owners of the Labyrinth had.

Underground

No amount of goblin kicking could calm the Goblin King. Dammit, he thought he had more time. And yet that idiot mortal boy couldn't take a hint. Sarah was his. Always was and always will be. And now the boy moved closer to them! If he wasn't so angry, Jareth would applaud the boy's bravery. And how could she? She pushed a Fae King aside for insipid mortal swine. Jareth paced the throne room kicking whatever got in his way. He needed to get to her, but since she said those dreadful words he couldn't go to her unless summoned. All he could do was watch, and watch he did.

He watched her blossom into full womanhood and graduate high school. He watched as all of the sudden the little mortal schoolboys would try and take her on pitiful social outings. They never got too far, though. As soon as someone tried to take her out on two or more dates, Jareth would send them a little dream to remind them just who Sarah belonged to. It always worked. Soon all the boys avoided her like the plague, and Everyone seemed put off by her presence.

He was just starting to regret his choices when the unthinkable happened. It was the night of her 21st birthday, and she sat alone in her dorm room. To cope she got mind numbing drunk with and ate half a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream. She laid down and passed out, but not before whispering a simple "Jareth." In that moment he was at her side watching her as she mumbled in her slumber. He raised his gloved hand and brushed the stray hair from her face. The moonlight fell over her figure, making her look like an angel. He could take her home, but she did not wish it. Damn woman, stubborn to no end. After a long moment staring at her pouting lips, he lowered his mouth offering a small favor of affection before pulling away.

"Happy birthday, Precious." And with that, he left her with a gift. He watched in his chambers as she jolted awake and touched her lips as if recognizing the ghost of his kiss. She then looked over and saw his gift elegantly wrapped in emerald. She opened it to find a fine diamond chain bracelet. She audibly gasped as she fingered it, as if afraid it would disappear. On the end, it had a small crystal, the color of ice. She scrunched her brows in confusion before abruptly standing up and launching herself into the bathroom to hurl. He couldn't help but smile. Soon she'd be his.

Or so he'd thought. She finished college with a degree in English, and through her father's connections got a job at a publishing company. And that is when and where she met Marcus White. He came in with a manuscript wishing to get it published. Sarah read it and claimed it "was the best story I've ever read" which stung Jareth, if even just a little. She risked her career to get it published, and Marc insisted on taking her out to express his gratitude. They "hit it off" as the mortals say, and Jareth was seething with envy. Everything he threw at the man proved futile. Any dream he gave him just seemed to give Marc inspiration for his second novel: Hell's Maze. And physically he couldn't touch him until someone wished it, which was unlikely. Jareth started pacing again, his riding crop in hand. He was sure he would tolerate the fellow if he hadn't made a mess of his plans, or pursued his Sarah. He needed to rid of this Marcus White before he does more damage. An idea flickered in his mind. Sarah may have realized the power of words a long time go, but young Toby has yet to learn.