I could not resist a Jareth point of view-so here it is. :D Btw Jareth is a little dark.(or thats what I'm trying to go for with him) Anyone under fifteen please turn back NOW! Nothing too bad, not in this chapter anyway. Btw, its my first time trying anything like this so go easy on me. If you don't like, don't continue reading-its that simple.

Ah, a game.

I grinned in anticipation. A small tug in the back of my mind made me realize there was a wished away child.

Wished away children-to me especially-were a rarity now that few believed in the fae. Now there were…fairies, how…quaint.

"Ooze," I barked at a goblin.

"Slime sir," he mumbled, approaching cautiously, I grinned, remembering how close he had been to falling in the bog when he had pissed me off one day.

"Grime," I stood and circled around him, he swallowed nervously. "There's been a wished away child, catch."

I tossed a small crystal that he caught reflexively-years of living in my kingdom and fetching wished away children had at least taught him that much.

The instant his fingers touched the crystal he vanished.

I lounged across my throne, waiting for him to come back and tell me that the wisher was trying to get the child back-but as time passed, I wondered if he was even coming back.

He daren't try to leave without retrieving the child, I growled mentally. I summoned a crystal and transported myself just outside the home Slime was in.

Sitting in the tree as an owl, I peered through the rain towards the home. Nothing new, nothing original. This promised to be boring. However, I was sure things could be livened up-if forced to.

I could see the auras of some of my goblins-come to join in the fun. I wondered mentally if I should just bog them all now to save myself the effort later.

Ruffling my feathers, I realized that Slime was just now taking the child. Wonderful, he hadn't even notified the wisher.

Well then, I haven't done this in a while, lets see what poor sap I get to torment.

I flew at the window, opening it with magik, and flew in towards the wisher.

I circled back, noticing they had their face covered. Perfect. They would realize just how alone they were not.

She lowered her arm, and gave a small squeak of surprise before jumping back slightly. Even better, she had no idea what she had done.

"Who are you?" she asked, trembling, but her voice remained strong.

"I'm the Goblin King," I told her. "But the better question is how you don't know who I am when you just called on me for assistance."

"I didn't-" she started to object, perfect lips forming the words.

"Hush now, I have no time for games," actually, I have plenty. Oh yes, this one would be fun to torture.

"Where's my brother?" she demanded, green eyes….no blue eyes…no hazel, defiantly hazel…no, green…blue I'm sure of it…

I was snapped out my my debate as I realized that I was actually enjoying her frightened eyes more then I had ever enjoyed any others.

"Why would you care?" I asked her, before circling her. Most of her hair was wet, but I pulled a curl, watching it spring into place-though her hair seemed too long to be able to curl so well.

I found myself wanting to run my hands through her hair, to twist every curl through my fingers….

"What have you done with him?" she asked, I could see her shake, and then I didn't want her to be terrified of me. For some odd reason I wanted her to…like me.

"Nothing. Yet." I pulled back, watching her pale face go even paler.

"Please, give him back," she whispered. "I'll do anything."

Even though the words "Complete the labyrinth" rose to my lips out of habit, something else entered my mind as I looked over her thin frame. She was young-but old enough to be considered a woman. In the fae world at least. I felt myself get an erection at the thought of taking her in return for her brother, to do what ever I pleased with.

"He's there in my castle," I motioned to the window that had become a door to my world, hoping she hadn't noticed my…well my pants were tight even without getting aroused. "Are you sure you want him back?"

"Please," she looked up at me, her wide eyes begging. "Please, give him back."

"If you want, you can run the labyrinth, and if you solve it in under thirteen hours you can even have your brother back," I told her as if it really didn't matter-even though I should have been trying to get her not to run the labyrinth. Why was it I couldn't think strait around her?

"I'll do it," she said without hesitation.

"Very well, you have thirteen hours to solve the labyrinth," I started fading.

"Wait!" she turned to me and I quickly reappeared. "Please."

"What is it?" my erection was getting worse by being around her by the second.

"What happens to Toby if I can't solve the labyrinth?" she asked, genuinely worried.

"Then your baby brother becomes one of us forever," I said vanishing before she could call me back, after all I had a little problem to take care of.