A/N: This chapter will be interesting, hopefully. A different POV will be made. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth or Ghost Whisperer.

Chapter 3

With a gasp, Melinda shot upright and looked around the empty at least the previously empty was a presence. A male presence.

Melina knew that it wasn't Jim, since he as working sure enough there he was standing in front of her window staring outside.

"Who are you?" Melinda asked, after all this wasn't the first time this had happened to her.

Instead of answering, he turned around and stared at her, an arrogant smirk on his face. Melinda was puzzled, to say the least, he didn't seemed shocked that she could see him like the other spirits usually are, for one thing.

And he was different, not just the clothes he wore, but his face and face had an indifferent expression, his eyes were mis-matched, the right eye a pale icy blue, the left one a sort of hazel brown color. His hair was long, messy, and spiked on wore a black silk shirt which was open to expose some of his chest and a golden medallion in the shape of a crescent moon with an amber colored stone set into it. He also wore dark tight tights and black almost knee-high boots. He wore black gloves on his hands.

"Who are you?"Melinda asked again, feeling a little intimidated by his steady gaze.

Finally, he just cocked his head slightly and said, "My name is Jareth."

Melinda looked at him and asked, "Do you see a light?"

Without answering Jareth looked around the once again empty room. "Jareth?" she called.

No sudden reappearances.

Sighing, Melinda layed down. Questions running around in her head, but no was obviously not from around appearance and presence screamed that.

She had a feeling that this was going to be interesting .

"A client is moving here today." Delia informed Melinda the next morning.

They were at the antique shop Melinda owned in downtown Grandview.

"Really? Who Is it?" Melinda asked, interested.

"Her name is Sarah Williams. She'll be moving into that abandoned house at the end of your street. I'm going to meet her later."

When Delia had said Sarah's name, Jareth appeared behind, Melinda took a quick step back. Delia noticed and said, "Come not like its haunted."

Delia had known and grew somewhat used to Melinda's she first found out about it, Delia deffinately did not accept or welcome eventually she grew somewhat accepting of it.

Melinda still stared at Jareth, who was staring right back leaning against a table, his arms were crossed over his chest.

"What about Sarah?" he asked, his voice cold.

"Um, Delia, I just, uh, forgot to put something in storage. Will you watch the store front for me?"

Delia nodded knowingly.

"Thanks."

Quickly, Melinda ducked in the back room.

"What about Sarah?" Jareth asked, his voice coming from behind her.

Malinda spun around to see him standing in the doorway. "Do you see the light?"

"My question first." His expression unreadable.

Melinda sighed knowing he wouldn't answer until she, proud, whatever- he- was.

"She's moving into an abandoned house at the end of my street. Now my question."

Jareth was deep in thought. A heavy silence overcame the room.

"Um, Jareth?"

His gaze snapped back to hers, "No I do not see a light."

"Why did you ask about Sarah?"

Jareth didn't answer her, once again in deep came out of it and said, "I don't know yet." Then he disappeared.

"Wait," Melinda said, taking a step forward, but it was too late. He was gone.

She felt something cool in his place and what seemed like a dream was the same one she been having for the past few weeks.

She was standing on what seemed like a hill. In a front of her, there was a vast maze stretching away from her in the distance. She started downhill towards the labyrinth of twists and turns. The vision started to fade when she reached the outer wall.

Melinda snapped out of it when she heard Delia coming around the corner.

"Delia, do you mind if I go with you to meet your client?"

Delia looked up from the box she was carrying and looked at her boss, "No, I don't. Let me guess, someone died and the ghost wants to speak with her, correct."

"Not exactly. Close enough, though."

Delia was still skeptic even though Melinda had crossed over her dead husband. "You know, Sarah does remind me of you in a way."

"How so?"

"She has this air of secrecy around her, like she knows somethng we don't know."

"When did you say you were going to meet her?"

"After work. Do you have plans with Jim?"

"Nope. Jim is working late again tonight."

Delia was beginning to think that this could be interesting.

End of Chapter 3

A/N: Sorry if the characters are out of wack. I'm not too good with already established tell me what you think. :D