An: Just a little reminder; I do not support the use of drugs. This is rated mature because it does glorify the use of drugs and because of a strong scene that will occur later.


Sarah pulled out her plastic bag and decided there was enough for a small high everyday for about two weeks. Rations, she told herself. It was her only chance. Then again, maybe some of the goblins had a similar drug. Why wouldn't they? Goblins had to have some sort of way to reach this feeling of ultimate numbness. Right?

Sarah hoped so.

She took a long drag off her joint. The frontal lobe of her brain began to feel lighter. What a feeling. She let it go then. All the fear she had, escaped through her fingertips. Jareth's face danced in her vision. How she feared this man…man? What was he? Could men have magical powers…it was Sarah's only fear.

But she knew he was something else as well. The question was: what?

Sarah took another drag. She was thinking too much. Jareth sparked feelings in her she did not like. The lack of sensation began to take her. Gravity was leaving.

A knock came on Sarah's door. She put the joint on her window's sill. "Come in," she chanted hearing the strange echoes in her head.

The door creaked opens as a female goblin trotted in. Her floppy ears were pierced and she carried a silver dome in her hands, "I've brought yer eatens."

Sarah nodded. She was not the type of person to get the munchies. Actually, she was the type of person to never get hungry when they were getting high.

The blue haired goblin sat the tray down on one of the many crates in Sarah's room. Dust scattered.

"I'll need to take ye measurements." The Goblin stated eyeing Sarah's hips.

Sarah picked the joint back up and finished a quick smoke. "Why do you need them?" God, she felt so mellow.

"Well," the goblin placed her hands on her own hips as if to do a comparison, "If yer supposed to be stayin her, ya need more clothes."

Sarah smiled. Of course. That sounded wonderful. Sarah stepped across the room as the goblin pulled out a strangely marked string. Sarah thought about asking questions, but thought better of it. She wasn't exactly of proper mind to understand the answer anyway.

"Your name?" asked Sarah, unsure of the goblin before her.

The goblin scrutinized her for a moment before answering with Audra. She went on to stretch her yarn diagonal across Sarah's body and then wrapped it around Sarah's shoulders. The string snaked across Sarah's every curve until coming to her feet. Audra paused for a moment, and the measuring device dissipated. At first, Sarah thought this might be a product of her taste for chemicals, but then she remembered: this was the Underground.

Sarah had an idea strike her, which was strange considering her state of mind. "Could you do a few special requests?"

Audra tilted her head to the left, contemplating the question. "That would…depend." She frowned, she did not like this mortal.

Sarah smiled understanding what Audra meant. She reached up under her shirt and unclipped the bra that acted as a support, and handed Audra the lacy contraption.

"I think I'm going to need a few more of these." Her fingers dangled the mid-sized cups above Audra's head. She eyed the alien garment masterfully, "We shall see." She snatched the item quickly from Sarah's hands and left the room.

Sarah was still too high to care about her now upper freedom, or the stars dotting the skies. She didn't care about the children she would take care of for the rest of her life, and she didn't give a thought to the family she had left behind. No, all Sarah cared about was the two miss-matched eyes that were arrogantly laughing at her.


Sarah awoke the next morning to a loud rapping on her door. She didn't have the chance to invite the annoying sound in, when three goblins were suddenly barging through the door. One of them she recognized as Flogray, but the other two were new.

One had an orange shirt, but the shirt was quite humanly—it fell to the goblin's knees. The other—a very small goblin—carried a tray over his head, much like the one Sarah received the previous night and never touched.

"You are needed, Lady Sarah." The smallest one squealed. "Must eat and hurry."

Sarah looked at the creatures with dazed eyes. Her dreams of reaching for a star and never catching it were still slightly continuing in her mind. She took the silver top from the tray and eyed a white bubbling substance. It resembled the excrement of oatmeal.

Not daring to touch the poison before her, Sarah pulled herself out of bed and wiped her eyes. Her sides hurt from the stiffness in the cot. She groaned as she tried a stretch, but her shoulders stiffened tightly. The goblin in the orange shirt seemed to pull a pile of clothes from nowhere and was now thrusting them at Sarah. She smiled slightly when she saw a new bra on top. Hmm, this day may not be so bad.

Unfortunately, Sarah quickly changed her mind when she stood outside the room she had been escorted to. The walls were shaking with inner screams and pounding hands. The walls shifted causing dirt to fall from the ceilings. The three goblins and Sarah all jumped back from the still unopened door with fear of it collapsing. Sarah picked at her raggish clothes nervously. They had called her Lady Sarah.

She looked at the goblins beside her, but they were jutting off in different directions. There was no escaping the torment in front of her. She pulled the door towards herself and braced herself for the wave of screams suddenly in her face. The room smelled of odors Sarah could have never imagined, while the estate of the room was exactly that of fifty or so children.

What fun!

Sarah stepped inside and the screaming and laughter ceased momentarily. All eyes were on her, she felt it was reminiscent of the throne room just the day before. They were all wide, unsure eyes.

Goblin children were everywhere. They were climbing on stained curtains. They were under crooked tables. They were riding around on each other. They were hanging from lights on the ceiling. They were hiding under rugs and blankets. They were sliding across the floors. They were all emanating the aura of 'wild' within the room. Sarah knew she had her work cut out for her.

Silently, she pulled the door behind her shut. She could tell there were no other adults in the room. Were they raised to be this way?

She cracked her knuckles as the screaming began to ensue, again.


Jareth looked down at the documents before him. Letters, requesting his appearance with the leaders of the underground. He placed his cheek in a tired, gloved hand. He knew what this meeting was about. He wasn't exactly ecstatic for it either.

They would come begging to him, as always. He smirked. After-all, he was the most powerful and he could save. However, he did not wish to rule an entire kingdom. No, Jareth was content with his Labyrinth and the fun he endured while ruling it. Although the goblins could be a nuisance, he rather enjoyed their immature humor and taste for trouble. Well, he was their king.

Also, though he would never admit to it, Jareth had other things on his mind. There was a certain girl who kept interrupting his thoughts. He wondered how she was holding up with the babes. Half of him was enjoying the torment which was assured to occur, but the other half was withholding himself from saving her. Saving her from what? Jareth wasn't sure of that. Yet, he knew he wanted to prove to this girl that he could be more than a monster. He wanted to show her a softer side, a lovable side. Jareth wanted Sarah to see the beauty inside the beast.

He laughed. What beauty was within him? He was Jareth, king of the bloody goblins. Not exactly the sort you brag about to your classmates at a reunion. His smile dropped. If anything, he should strip this girl of her dignity. The only obstacle in his way: himself.

He pushed all his important papers violently off his desk. They crashed to the floor in a torrent. He couldn't find the strength to treat Sarah the same way. Even though, at least the way it felt to him, she had crushed his heart.

Within moments he found himself standing in front of the barrier that separated him from Sarah. He stared at it menacingly contemplating his type of entrance, if he were to enter. Then something hit him. The realization of not a single utterance. The walls were still, the floor solid. Now, or so he told himself, his curiosity required satisfaction. What on Earth had caused these children to stop their ruckus?

Soon, he found himself within the room. All the goblins were sleeping. Each and everyone of them were huddled on the floor curled up and quiescent. He stared in awe at the little, resting demons before feeling his attention drawn to the other corner of the room. There staring out a very large, stained-glass, window with a baby on her arm, was Sarah. She rocked the child back and forth humming softly. Her vision did not leave that of the labyrinth below her.

He wondered, while he stood watching her, if she was reliving the same old story, or if perhaps she was proceeding through the labyrinth on a new quest. One, he wasn't involved in.

She turned then, eyes glazed over, and put the baby she had been holding in one of the many cribs of the daycare room. Only now, did she take in the entirety of the area. She had been so busy playing games with the children—she refrained from calling them other names—she hadn't noticed how large the room was, or how royal the room looked. The curtains, although filthy, were indeed lined with gold accents and extreme details. The floor seemed to house a large picture if cleaned and viewed from above. The windows each held a luscious stained image shimmering with light. She wondered what possessed Jareth to shove all the kids in this room. It seemed much too nice for pipsqueaks that didn't care for niceties and fineness.

She sighed, running a habitual hand through her hair brown locks. She spun enjoying the silence bestowed upon her. How had she done it? Even she wasn't sure.

Then she saw him. He leaned against the door frame casually, slight amusement flickering within his eyes. She stopped her spinning, her hair flying faintly in her face. There was a strange moment lingering in the air. Neither of them touched it.

Finally, one of the children began to stir. Sarah broke eyes with the king and tended to the child. She was annoyed to find the child only wanted to roll over. Then her attention returned to him.

He had stepped closer, so as not to wake the sleepers when he spoke. "I would ask you how you achieved this—" he waved around the room "—situation, but I'm afraid it must be a deeply coveted secret."

Sarah was startled. Was His Majesty attempting a joke? The whole idea of the state of matter seemed joke like. Then again, he was one that did appear to have a tendency to pick on those inferior to him.

Sarah noticed then, the depletion of light within the room. She was amazed at how quickly the day seemed to fly by.

"Piece of cake." Sarah said wiping some sweat on her apron.

The Goblin King laughed. "I would be careful how you use those words, Sarah." He cocked an eyebrow. "Do you remember what happened last time?"

Sarah nodded. Of course she remembered. The cleaners. She withheld a shudder.

Jareth looked at the girl before him thinking about those days himself. "Your time is up for today."

He left her and appeared in his office again. His papers had already been returned to his desk, perhaps by fairies or goblins. He growled as he shot a glance around the room. How he had lost himself in the way Sarah held that child! An ugly goblin child, at that!

Jareth had seen something else though when he looked at her. This is the image he growled toward. He saw Sarah by that window, but holding his child. He saw Sarah gently kissing his baby and singing lullabies to his creation. Then in his vision, he saw himself, creeping behind them and kissing Sarah softly on her neck. He saw himself run a hand through the thin hairs of his child's. And for a moment, his heart was satisfied.

But other parts were not. And he knew, his imagination could never come true.

Sarah was escorted back to her pathetic room. She was given the substance they called 'food' to eat yet again. Her stomach was roaring at her so she tried the substance and was not surprised by how terrible it tasted. She could only a muster a few bites before tossing the rest of the puke out her small window.

Then, she settled in her cot, pulled out her goodie bag and lit up. Soon, she passed out with all those bad feelings floating away.