Author's Disclaimer: Note, I do not own Labyrinth, much as I wish I did. It's just fun to imagine what could happen in the future. That way, I could have had the goblins to make my physics experience better, and Sarah would not have had this problem. However, I do own several different copies of Pride and Prejudice, so that is why you can expect the occasional quote from it, as I love it. Thanks for the reviews!

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Chapter 2: Troubles

David Hasselhoff Professes, P.H.D., despite his rather odd name from an obsessed mother, had done quite well for himself as a professor. He got to talk about physics at all hours of the day, and he got to torment students who did not like physics- life was great. After giving two weekly homework assignments per week, he kept them busy, and kept them coming to class for the most part. His favorite students all sat near the front of the class, those being two boys who were even bigger nerds than him, and Miss Williams, who smiled every day. She always came, and always tried her hardest, even if she wasn't perfect. That was why he was there after all, to help.

After four weeks of class, however, Sarah was officially fed up with physics. Each assignment took at least three hours to finish, and while she finished them, she never got a perfect score, due to little things here and there. In class, the professor, now referred to as "Prof D.H.," would lecture for the first eighty minutes, putting her almost to sleep, and to make matters worse, would then assign two random problems to do in class, where he would then walk around the lecture hall to "help." He would ask her random questions to try to help, and then she got them wrong. He even had the nerve to go over the problems with the whole class once and ask her to solve them both, when she couldn't even get it alone. He was evil. But, the physics powers that be had decided that she had tried hard enough, or so it seemed. Despite failing miserably at doing the problems, he smiled at her every day, and was always curious to hear her thoughts about the concepts being learned. She was glad to have the goblins around, so that she could think of some clever way in which to twist the laws of physics to her liking, and thus impress him.

Her favorite one thus far had been related to the torque and the conservation of momentum, in spinning around. Just hearing the words "spinning" had sent her mind to the goblins trying to demonstrate how momentum was conserved on a merry-go-round. Round and round they went, going at various speeds, depending on where they were located on the merry-go-round, and then staying on until they were dizzy, and then running around the throne room like dizzy, drunken sailors. She had nearly laughed, and the professor, seeing that she seemed to understand, asked her if she understood the conservation of momentum. She then replied that merry-go-rounds were excellent ways to demonstrate. He was so pleased that he actually gave them a third problem to do, in honor of her understanding everything.

She was not so pleased. And worse, her poor nerves couldn't handle the stress of going from near sleep to hyper-drive to do problems like that three times a week, with so much work. The theory was starting to confuse her, and that was when the first exam was announced in another week, on Thursday. She figured she could handle it, and did her usual amount of studying. On the day of the exam, she realized she was going to have a bad day when she woke up late for class, had misplaced her physics book, and burned her tongue on her coffee. Thankfully, her professor was blissfully unaware, as he continued to drone on about gravity.

But, by the time of the exam, she had had no contact with the outside world, had little to nothing to eat, and had failed one of the practice exams. She put it down to being a bad day, and so was prepared to get a B on the exam, and call it a good day.

Well, that was, until she saw the exam. It was only twenty questions, all multiple choice, and usually she liked multiple choice, easier to choose.

No longer. After staring at the first question for ten minutes, she decided to move on to the next question, until she realized that the second question was just like the first, as was the third, the fourth, and so on. She was officially doomed.

By the time she left the exam, she had the distinct feeling she had just been talking to the old man with a bird on his head that she couldn't remember the name of due to exhaustion. She was completely confused, and in need of some definite comfort food. The last two hours had been a complete waste of her life, and she would have very much liked to have reordered time to get it back. The exam made her feel dumb, and she needed somebody to comfort her and make her forget about it.

That was when the image of Jareth entered. A small image, concocted to make her feel better, despite the rather interesting things it suggested. Being able to run into his arms, and feel his nice, soft leather gloves on her skin as he held her, eventually cuddling together in his golden silk sheets, feeling quite at peace with the world. Not to mention the warm feelings it created within her… The moment she did realize what she was doing, she stopped. No! No more thoughts of the Goblin King! Bad, bad Sarah!

Still, it couldn't be helped. The more she tried to suppress it, the more it grew. Now, he was smiling in his usual wicked way, removing his gloves, and giving her a back massage. It was going to be a long night. The rest of the night she took off from work, as she was far too distracted to do anything else, indulging in her favorite dark chocolate and hot cocoa, watching a movie. She was lucky to get any sleep at all, the way Jareth kept coming back, ready to make her forget she had ever taken such a class.

She continued with her work, starting to get worried when the scores did not come out Saturday, but she had mentally prepared herself. Or, so she thought. Granted, she had been prepared to see a relatively decent score. On Sunday night, she found out her score, and to her great horror, found that not only was it the lowest score she had ever received, but it was fifteen points below the average! Many bags of Hersheys were eaten that night.

The next day, Sarah came to class, and was having another off day. Too much chocolate had resulted in restlessness, which resulted in no sleep (though, to be honest, Jareth had a share of the blame, as she had dreamed of him far too much again in all his leather, tight-panted glory), which made her wake late. More so, she felt sick to her stomach, and she couldn't bare the shame of her terrible score around her professor, who would naturally assume she was a failure now.

But, she went anyways. He noticed this time. She looked quite tired, depressed, and rather pale. She definitely needed more physics in her life to make her smile. Therefore, he was quite confused that she did not smile at all, had no questions for him, and seemed to refuse to speak for the entire class unless necessary. He decided it would be best to speak to her after class. Big mistake.

Sarah wanted to strangle him. He, in all his monotone solemnity, had single-handedly managed to ruin her last semester, her GPA, her brain, and make her seem dumber than a goblin. And, he still expected her to answer every one of his questions as though she actually liked the class! Worse, he asked twice to have her opinion, and she managed to avoid it by shaking her head, but when he asked her to solve the problems, she wanted him sent to the Bog of Eternal Stench. It would serve him right to feel her pain on receiving her score, and then be expected to answer a question of which she knew nothing about, or cared.

Now, it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a woman in possession of sullen and depressed looks, must never be spoken to, on pain of death. However, as Professor Professes was only interested in the laws of physics, he decided to ignore such a universal truth, and spoke to her.

"Is everything quite alright? You seem rather out of spirits. Didn't the exam go well for you?" Poor guy, he didn't know what hit him.

"No, everything is not alright. I feel horrible because, for the first time in my life, I have managed to get a score on an exam that is less than my mother's age, and as a result, will mean the end of my academic career and has managed to destroy my entire semester, and you are the creator of it all. I have you to thank for this, so thank you so much for all of your hard work to destroy my life, as you have officially succeeded. Does that make it clear enough?"

It was only after that she realized that if she hadn't destroyed her grade before, she had now. No one insulted the professor and got away with it.

The professor was naturally a little worried by her outburst, until he realized that she had done badly, and now disliked physics. No wonder. It would not do. She could take out her anger on him, but she needed to like physics again. That could be easily fixed.

"Now, now, Miss Williams, there is no need to panic yet. It is only the first exam, still two more to bring up your grade, and you still have the homework to help you too. So you had a slight problem with the exam; it is easily fixed. It couldn't have been that bad. There is no need to hate physics. It still loves you, if you give it a chance. You just need to relearn a few concepts and you'll be fine. See?"

"It was a forty-five percent."

"Oh." This worried him a great deal. Yes, she had difficulty in class, but he figured it was nothing. It seemed it was not. No matter, it could still be fixed. "Well, in such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to get help, which can be easily found."

"I know no one in the physics department."

"That is no problem, as I know many people, and I know they will all be so willing to help you once they meet you, and I tell them of your plight. You have nothing to worry about. A tutor will be just the thing for you. And I know just the person. His name is Dick Richards. You'll love him."