DISCLAIMERS: I do not owe Jareth ( I wish I did, but Iman beat me to it) nor Sarah, nor Toby, etc; etc; I own anyone that is not from Jim Henson's fantastical mind, but my BRILLIANT mind. Yes, it is extreme in context and imagination, so I put it in big letters. Just kidding. ;) Jim's mind is 100x the size of mine in imagination… only. Haha I luv you Jim. 3

The day was sunny and exuberant. A perfect day to soak up some glorious sun and long walks in the park. A perfect day to visit some relatives…like Toby. Sarah tried to stare straight ahead on the road, but her thoughts would wander unconsciously to last night's dream. Jareth was terribly mad, that Sarah knew. The rose, the feather and his words were proof that he was mad and that he was indeed very real. It was the first time he tried to prove it to her. A sign that he was still very mad. However, Sarah knew that he could pull a trick on her any time during the day. Like, if Sarah and Toby were in the middle of a game of chess, Jareth could appear and steal Toby out of anger. Or worse, turn him into a goblin! Sarah took deep breaths, trying to calm her anxious nerves.

"Take it easy, girl. Nothing's happening. Everything is alright."

BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!

"Hey! Watch it!"

Sarah shook her head and stared dumbfounded at the angry driver who just beeped at her. As he speed past her, he stuck out his middle finger at her. She narrowed her eyes. What did she do wrong? Sarah looked in her rearview mirror: nothing wrong. Sarah fixed her gaze out in front of the road: nothing wrong either. Sarah looked around herself and suddenly it dawned to her what she did wrong. It was so obvious that it felt like plunging into artic ice-cold water on a hot sunny day; Sarah stopped in the middle of the highway. Apparently, the angry driver was right behind her and if he was a clumsy driver, he could have crashed, full-force, into Sarah's car. She could've gotten injured or killed, but she didn't want to linger on the possibilities. Sarah took deep breaths, trying to push the gas but couldn't, somehow, and all the angry drivers that sped past her either 1.) beeped, 2.) cursed at her, or 3.) beep and curse at her. Sarah shook her head trying to get her frayed thoughts organized and continue driving, tentatively pressing the gas, until she was almost at the speeding limit.

She was about to enter the route that lead to her old house when she thought she saw a barn owl on a tree. Sarah was about to lose control on her car and crash into a telephone pole but gained control at the last minute. Am I going crazy? Sarah thought.

"Maybe I am." She mumbled out loud. That could've been any owl, but don't they live in the plains... Sarah shook her head mentally. That's more than twice that she had to shake her head mentally and physically in one day. She was definitely going mad. Sarah sighed. "Maybe it wasn't him. I WAS going too fast." Sarah looked at her speedometer and saw that she was going 70mph when the speed limit was 35mph. She slowed down and came to a stop when a familiar three-story white house came into view. Sarah's childhood home, not very elegant, but where a lot of memories were made. No place like home, she thought. Sarah looked out to the side of the road where a bit of forest resided. She drifted her eyes close when old memories of running with Merlin, trying to make it home on time to baby-sit Toby, came back to her. She could remember that one special day when she was supposed to baby-sit Toby on the weekend and came home past seven. Her stepmother Karen always ordered her around, thinking that, now that she was Sarah's new mother she could order her around. Sarah was especially very mad that day. The day when she wished Toby... Sarah opened her sad eyes. Ever since that day, she's been meaning to tell Toby she was sorry for thinking that she didn't care about him because she wished him away. However, the labyrinth taught her that she cared a great deal about Toby. More than anyone knew. Except one, manipulating King…

"Sarah!" Sarah almost jumped at the loud voice that yelled her name. She looked out the window to her left and couldn't stop the grin that spread her mouth.

"Toby! How are you?!" She yelled through the closed window. Toby gave her a thumbs up. He was growing very fast, Sarah remarked. She could almost remember those good old days when she had changed his stinky diaper. Those were good, smelly times. Sarah slipped the key out of the ignition, opened her driver's door and stepped onto the road before her house. Toby was already by her side.

"Sarah! You made it!" Sarah smiled and ruffled his spiky blond hair. She couldn't resist raising a brow at his new hairstyle. His hair was long and it being spiky almost made him look like a porcupine. Must be the latest trend, Sarah mused. But it was untamed and wild like...

"I would never turn down a request from you Toby." Sarah's eyes darkened and her voice was very low, "I would never turn you down." She told him seriously. In her voice, she hoped he could catch her apology for wishing him away. Toby half-smiled at her. His eyes looked through her and a grand understanding shone in his eyes. Like he knew her secret apology.

"I know." He said simply, his eyes still shinning. Sarah sighed, suddenly weary.

"Where's Karen?" Toby frowned.

"She's not here." Sarah cocked her head to side, wondering why Toby would be so nervous.

"Where is she?" Toby shifted from foot-to-foot, staring at the ground. Sarah knew the signs before he would say anything.

"She's at the grocery, picking up last minute food for our picnic."

"You're lying." Sarah said with utmost calm.

"Am not!" Sarah regarded him with cruel eyes and Toby shied away from her. Like a boy caught doing something bad and his mother punishing him. Sarah kept staring down Toby until she saw Toby's shoulders sag and heard him exhale a long breath. "She went to tell everyone in town you were back." He winced when Sarah yelled,

"What?!" Toby shifted his eyes somewhere else, pretending to be interested on the rock in front of his left big toe. Sarah started pacing, waving her hands about dramatically. "Why does she always make my return here like HELL?!" Toby shrugged, even though he knew Sarah didn't see him. " All I wanted was a nice, private picnic with you, dad and Karen, but NOO!" Sarah stopped pacing when Toby held onto her arm.

"Sarah stop. Ma is just, well, she's just..." Toby shut his mouth when his words failed. He opened his mouth to try again, but stopped when he felt Sarah tremble. "Sarah?"

"Oh... my... god." She was looking up ahead of her and knew from the sound and the earthquake-like shaking, that something bad was coming. Toby looked to where Sarah was staring and his eyes widened. "Oh, Hell." Sarah muttered before she turned and started running down the road. Toby stood where he was and hung his head in disappointment when herds of people trampled down the road, after Sarah and probably some pictures or signatures. Karen was in loads of doo-doo, especially with Sarah's dull mood today.

"KAREN!" Sarah screamed from a distance.

"What was that all about?!" Sarah was pacing the small kitchen in her old house. Her dad and Toby were all watching her pace with irritated expressions. Except Karen, she looked at bit guilty and ashamed. Sarah's father was shaking his head whilst Sarah accused Karen with her, quotes, 'foolishness'. "Karen you could've gotten me killed!"

"What?!" Karen bolted upright and glared daggers at Sarah. She walked furiously towards Sarah, standing right in front of her and made herself calm down. " You didn't get killed, not a scratch on you." Then more quietly, "You're overreacting Sarah."

"Are you kidding?!"

"Please! Karen! Sarah! Be QUIET!!" Everyone looked at Sarah's dad, Robert Williams, and were shocked at his sudden loud outburst. Rob was always so quiet, he was the last person anyone would expect a loud outburst from. Robert looked everyone in the kitchen straight in the eye with a forlorn expression in his face. "Now please, you're both acting, 'foolishly'. Sarah, Karen is right, you are overreacting. CALM DOWN, you weren't killed. Karen, it is not in your place to tell every single soul in this town that your famous stepdaughter is coming, since she clearly told you not to. Without bodyguards she could've gotten hurt-" Robert shot a dangerous look in Sarah's direction, like saying, 'You better not disagree with me'. "-but, she didn't. So why can't everyone calm down, hmm?" There was a long, awkward silence before anyone talked.

"I'm calm, dad." Everyone shot wary looks toward Toby who, but, grinned sheepishly.

"Alright, dad. You're right. You're both right. Now, " Sarah beamed, her mood changing almost instantly, they'd think it was part of her famous acting, "Let's have that picnic."

And it was a lovely picnic, with a cool breeze and the sun warming their backs, of course, people still came at Sarah with shy requests for pictures and autographs, which she would then glare daggers at Karen. No one noticed, once again, the snowy owl and the few goblins that hid in the flowers and trees.

Later that night…

The old apartment was dull in it's plain white walls and, life, was missing from the place, even though someone did live here. That someone, obvious to the old apartment, probably did not like his/her life, even if he/she doesn't know it and happens to be someone famous. And being someone famous is often harder than it looks. You have to spend every second of your life trying to live up to everyone's expectations and trying to be absolutely perfect and flawless. But it is often, at times, too much pressure for some celebrities and they end up twisted and damned, like Britney Spears. So, like the owner of this apartment, the rooms are gray and dull and there is no life, no color in the apartment. Tired of today's activities, Sarah Williams goes to a long and pitiful sleep.

"Well, if it isn't you." In that one second that those words were emitted, Sarah bolted her eyes awake and sat straight up. It can't be, she thought. She has been paranoid that entire picnic with her family and the rest of the evening, looking out for him, but saw no sign of him. Until now, that is. Her eyes widened when she saw his lean and masculine figure leaning against one of her bedroom's walls. Although she couldn't see quite well in the dark, she could recognize the same clothes he wore the night when he took Toby away many years ago. And he hasn't changed one bit. After the labyrinth, Sarah was surprised (and pleased) that she could remember all the different clothes he wore on their every encounter, the way he smiled mockingly at her, the way his hair flowed with the breeze, how he smelled... Sarah could feel the hot flow of heat pulsing through her veins and pooling her cheeks with a burning fury. She was glad it was still dark. She, felt, him grinning at her, but one look around her apartment, and his look of amusement was replaced by a look of pity, she felt it. She felt every emotion he feels. It was so odd. "My, I take it you do not enjoy your life here." Sarah ignored his comment.

"Jareth, what are you doing here?" She asked, still sleepy. Jareth considered her question for awhile and walked towards her, in her bed, and sat beside her. He lowered his lips to her ear and whispered,

"Do you really want to know?" Sarah nodded numbly, dumbstruck at his dangerously low voice that would probably slice her if she disobeyed his every command. Jareth pulled back, expressionless, and looked at her, fully in the face before he brought his lips upon hers. Sarah made a surprised sound heard from behind her throat, but Jareth's lips were so soft and she couldn't help... responding. He parted their lips with his chameleon tongue and he rubbed his tongue against hers. His hand was suddenly in her hair, tangling his fingers in her locks, taming her tousled and frizzy hair. His other hand was at her waist and was making lightly, dizzying designs on the small of her back. His tongue was now teasing her, and the grip on her waist tightened and he was lowering, carefully, onto her back, him on top of her and then... he was gone. Sarah opened her eyes when his warmth disappeared, when she couldn't feel his tongue or his hands or his gorgeous body. Surprisingly, she missed his warmth and her body burned in fury at wanting more. But what really surprised her was...

Her eyes widened when realization of what SHE was doing came crashing down on her like a huge tsunami wave. When his tongue touched hers and rubbed against hers, she wrapped her hands around his head, trying to put his whole mouth in hers, wanting so much more. When his hand was in her hair she leaned into his touch and lifted her head a bit to give him easy access. When his other hand was at her small back, tracing patterns, she groaned and rubbed her tongue against his, harshly, even if she didn't mean to, and tangled her hands into his soft, silken hair. And she liked every single second of it.

"Jareth?!" She called out in the unrequited darkness of her old apartment and as figured, he didn't answer. She hardly noticed that she remembered his name. "Jareth! Jareth!" She searched the darkness and couldn't find him anywhere. She knew she couldn't see him, but she knew he was there. She could almost feel it, feel him watching her from afar. "JARETH!" Sarah was about to give up and go back to sleep when she heard his snicker. Sarah, confused, rose from her bed and wandered around her old room. Then she heard, not only his snicker, but others. The goblins. She heard them from every corner in her room. She could hear some in her bathroom, messing with the toilet, in her closet, rearranging her clothes, under her bed, outside her window, there were everywhere. Some that were nearby started whispering words that she has spoken a long time ago, forever embedded in her memory.

...to take back the child...

...take back...

you

...stolen...

...will is stronger...

...will stronger...

...kingdom as great...

...kingdom great...

...no power...

...power...

...me...

The goblins kept chanting the words over and over again, spinning Sarah around and around. They tugged on her, bit her, they threw a rope around her. Their evil grins and choking laughs were filled with malice as they set about on their grim mission. Sarah kicked, clawed, bit and threw herself against the many goblins, but they were almost magical as even the smallest ones held her down. "JARETH!!" Sarah screamed and thrashed about, but even she knew that wouldn't get her anywhere. One of the more smarter, but ruthless, goblins picked up a photograph of Toby off her vanity table and BAM! Sarah's eyes rolled backward and her body went limp as she sank into unconsciousness. The goblins cackled, their eyes sparkling with mirth and cruelty.

Jareth, nearby, picked her up and held her against him, whispering fiercely,

"You're mine."