The first actual chapter. I know it's not the best, but I whipped it up pretty fast, just for you!

I hope you enjoy it

As he plunged between the vacant realities which separated the Underground from Earth, only then did he realize how exhausted he had truly become. He soared tiredly, albeit gracefully, through the sky above the Labyrinth and watched as the sun sunk slowly behind his castle, which lay in the very center of the Goblin City, itself surrounded and protected by the Labyrinth. Swooping through the very first window he could reach, he slowly began to transform once again into the King of the Goblins, plummeting, and landing somewhere to the left of where he had originally intended. He heard behind him a coarse, frustrated sigh.

"Ya shouldn't 'a gone again, Jareth!"

"Oh?" Jareth sighed, wilting against the back of the throne, his legs tossed to his right over an ivory tusk. "And why is that Hoggle?" He watched dispassionately as the few goblins that were scattered across the throne room chased after a chicken, contemplating. They - he and Hoggle - had long since come to accept each other. Although not friends, they had abandoned any predetermined impressions and thoughts they had had of each other. He glanced at Hoggle expectantly.

"Ya know yer too weak; I seen it, ya seen it, the Labyrinth seen - er, felt - it. Ya've been takin' too much of 'er power, Jareth. Too much, and now she needs to rest. Sarah wouldn't 'a liked that."

"I realizethat, Hoggle. But I can't just allow her to forget," He conjured a crystal ball into which he stared blankly. "…Not now,"

Jareth stood and walked out of the room without another word to Hoggle or anyone else who happened to talk to him. He walked through the corridors of the castle, which in itself was a labyrinth in its own right and stepped inside a room he had deemed off limits to anyone other than himself. He stood inside momentarily, deeply inhaling the familiar scent which resided there. He then strode across the room and snatched a particular and memorable book off of particular a shelf, and left the castle, seeking peace.

Presently he stood on the outskirts of the Bog of Eternal Stench, a vacant look in his eyes. He opened the tattered and duck tape bound volume and turned to the very first page. As he scanned the few words he felt his heart constrict agonizingly and adoringly all at once.

"Property of Sarah Williams.

Keep out!"

I had been written, he knew, by the hand of a teenager, and below, in a quickly scrawled but elegant script in which he was familiar it read:

"…And that means you, Jareth!"

He leaned against a tree which had conveniently grown behind him and closed his eyes, picturing the way she might have looked had she been with him. He thought of her bright eyes, her dark hair, the long and beautiful column of her neck, until…

He grasped at an idea, cluttered and unhopeful within the confines of his mind.

Sarah Williams, elegant, resourceful and hopelessly forgetful, sat clad only in a towel on the end of her bed. The remnants of water which remained after her shower sped along the length of her neck, stopping only when interrupted by the edge of the towel. She cocked her head to the side in order to properly grasp her hair as she pulled it up into a chaotic but comfortable jumble atop her head. Reaching across the length of her bed and onto her side table and grabbing a small bottle of moisturizer, she paused momentarily only when she spotted an unfamiliar book of sorts on her pillow. Sitting up, she slowly grabbed and opened it.

"Property of Sarah Williams.

Keep out!

…And that means youJareth!"

Sarah smiled slightly as she flipped through a few unmarked pages, quickly finding a page dated September 17, 1986, and then continued to read.

"I keep dreaming about him and I wish that it would just STOP! It's been months since I ran the Labyrinth and I still can't get his eyes out of my head. I try, and try, but they never leave. I wonder if this is a part of the Goblin King's game, because I hadn't planned on falling in love (if that's what this is) with him when I wished Toby away. I hope that I stop feeling this way soon; it's unnerving, and certainly unethical because he doesn't love me, does he? No, I thought not.

…and yet, I can't help but wonder if what the story says is true…

Had Jareth, the King of the Goblin, fallen in love with me?"

Intrigued, Sarah flipped forward a few pages. Why couldn't she remember writing this? And more importantly, why had she been writing about a boy? She hadn't known a boy named Jareth.

"Ugh. Karen's forcing me to watch Toby again," This I remember, thought Sarah. "But strangely enough, I don't really mind. Believe it or not, I think that Jareth's Labyrinth may have taught me a thing or two. Unfortunately for me however, this knowledge doesn't seem to translate into 'forget him.' I've still been having the dreams, but they're thankfully starting to change. One day I'll be in the crystal ballroom dancing in his arms, that glittery white dress – which I still keep in my closet…"

Sarah stood and walked over to her closet, which she knew would most likely not contain whatever item from her past that she happened to be looking for, but looked nonetheless. She dug through the few boxes which littered the bottom of her closet, the bags along the shelves, and the clothing hanging across the pole. She scanned the length of the rack for anything remotely white and sifted through each. And at the very end of the rack, hidden behind a pair of jeans that had never fit her and a bright yellow cardigan, was the dress, dusty and a tad tattered, but the dress. Why couldn't she remember any of this? Was it so unimportant that she had forgotten about it soon after she had shoved it in the back of her closet?

She moved her hand across the slightly rough material, the beaded patched along the collar, the curve of the sleeves, trying to remember wearing this dress and dancing with the strange man, Jareth. Signing again, she moved to her bed where she once again began reading the diary she had written in her younger years.

"…Although I'm not quite sure how it got there. Perhaps the almighty Goblin King had put it there – swaying around me, surrounded by masked and beautiful men and women. Other times, however, I find myself running through the passages of the Labyrinth, in an oubliette or climbing through the room of stairs. Either way, Jareth is always there. He never leaves me."

Sarah closed the diary in wonder. Who was Jareth?