CoffeeKris: I can't describe how much joy your reviews bring to me...honestly it's the next best thing to Rum. Wonderful, lovely Rum. God I wish I had some right now...Anyway, here it is. Another one-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth, it's characters, or anything familiar mentioned in the below text. I do however own a cute little black rubber duck that has the words 'Duck off! printed on it. I call him Jeric.

In the ten years, two months and one day since Sarah Williams had defeated the Goblin King, she had been very careful never to so much as utter the words 'I wish'. On each one of the ten birthdays Sarah had had since the Labyrinth she would pause as though she were making a wish and then blow out the candles, however during the pause she would instead be counting to ten so as not to accidently make a wish.

Sarah had managed to restrain herself from wishing away problems, irritants, and frustrations during her years in university. Through some miracle, she had always been able to keep her head through the many occurances of drunkeness that seem to accompany university life.

Even more impressive is the fact that she managed to withhold the dreaded words even when goblins constantly flitted around her, causing mischeif and agrevation.

Though all of this restraint is incredibley impressive, it does not detract from the fact that ten years, two mothes, and one day since her triumph over the Goblin King, Sarah Williams had finally used the words 'I wish'.

Sarah walked into her large apartment and in a fit of aggrevation threw her keys violently on what she called her 'key table' beside the door. The sudden sound of giggling met her ears as she slammed the door behind her. The giggling increased when in a matter of seconds later old Mrs. Hall from next door came rapping to complain of 'the gall of young people today' and 'disgracefullness of a lady slamming a door'.

After Mrs. Hall's departure, Sarah carefully closed the door and took a deep breath to restrain herself from screaming. However, the giggling from the obviously amused goblins was making calming down incredibley difficult. Letting out a sigh of frustration, which sounded almost like a growl, Sarah violently flung her purse and coat to the sofa and stormed to the fridge.Upon opening the fridge Sarah was met with nothing. Now it was true that she hadn't gotten groceries yet, but when she left that morning there had been a 26 of Captain Morgan's and a large slice of cheescake she'd kept for herself as a treat. However, no matter how many times she searched the fridge, nothing was there now.

"YOU LITTLE GOBLIN BASTARDS! You ate my cheesecake AND DRANK MY RUM? You are goddamn lucky I can't see you because if I could I would break every bone in your little cheesecake eating, rum drinking bodies! I MIGHT have forgiven the cheesecake...but WHY THE RUM?!"

Unfortunately for Sarah, her screaming tirade at the goblins caused Mrs. Hall to come storming over once more. Once again, Sarah stood in her doorway being lectured and once again she clenched her teeth and accepted the old woman's lecture. Closing the door once more, Sarah slid to the floor and cradled her head in her hands.

"I so don't need all this today." She sighed. "I wish I had a 40 of Rum, a peice of cheescake the size of my head and a nice juicy rare steak."

"I would have thought that after your trip through my Labyrinth, you would wish for things of substantial importance." Jareth's cool voice breezed over Sarah.

If Sarah had given thought to how should would react if she ever met the Goblin King again, she would have supposed she'd be frightened or worried. However, this day had pushed Sarah beyond the edge of reason, and thus her reaction was different then it might have been.

"After the day I've had Goblin King, cheescake, rum and a steak ARE things of substantial importance." She lifted her head from her hands and glared at him.

"Do you have ANY idea what I've been through today?!"

The Goblin King's response was an amused head tilt that Sarah found oddly attractive, which only angered her further.

"I sleep in, because one of your goblins has made off with my alarm clock. Fine, I can get a new alarm clock. I rush to the shop and open it, only to find a message from Claricia that she won't be able to make it to work today, and none of my other part-timers are available. Alright, the day's going to be hard, I can deal with that. Then my boyfriend Eric shows up and breaks things off, out of the blue. That's the twentieth time that's happened. By this point in the day, I'm frustrated. Then your goblins decide that MY book store is the perfect place to spend their day. I spend the rest of the day picking up books, re-organizing books, apologizing to customers for books hitting them out of seemingly nowhere. By this time, I'm royally pissed! But I could forgive this, Goblin King. Oh yes, I too can be generous. I could have forgiven ALL OF THIS...but ooooooh no. The little bastards EAT MY CHEESCAKE AND DRINK MY RUM! MY GODDAMN FUCKING RUM JARETH!"

Just as Sarah finished her tirade, she heard the familiar footsteps of Mrs. Hall outside her door. Sighing she turned and flung open the door to reveal the woman with her hand poised to knock.

"For God's sake woman, get a pair of earplugs if you don't like it!" She spat before closing the door in the woman's flustered face. Sarah froze at the sound of the Goblin King's chuckling, she stiffly turned around and gave him a glare that would match his own.

"Goblin King I swear to God, I don't have the patience for this today. So unless you want me to kick your tight pants wearring, brother stealing, arrogant, haugty, royal, goblin ASS. I suggest you take your goblins and get out!"

The King merely continued to regard Sarah in amusement.

"But Sarah, I've brought you a gift."

Sarah slapped a hand over her eyes and sighed wearrily.

"Let me guess, it's a crystal. Nothing more?"

He smirked.

"Not this time Sarah. What would you say if I told you I have brought you a 40 of Rum, a peice of cheescake the size of your head and a nice juicy rare steak?"

Sarah let the hand over her eyes drop and gave him a weary smile.

"I'd say grab you grab the cuttlery, I'll get the glasses."

CoffeeKris: lmao, I love this story. If it were me I'd put some cheesecake ON the rare juicy steak. Sounds gross, but trust me it's heaven. Please Review, if you do not I shall send Jeric my rubber duck after you, he'll duck you up.