-Author's Note: I suddenly remembered that I had a fanfic series to continue. Sorry for the huge delay. Part of it was because I had writer's block while writing this.


Sarah walked back through the hallways to her room. She kept passing passageways that to a younger Sarah would have been an adventure, but to the current Sarah was a means to breaking some possible rule about going to rooms you weren't allowed. Just like 'Beauty and the Beast' she thought to herself.

She finally made it to her room and looked outside. There was the most beautiful sunset bathing the Labyrinth, as well as Sarah's room, with orange light. She took a moment to bathe in the light's warmth until the sun had completely set. Sarah then noticed that the room was magically lit with various candles, which Sarah could've sworn were not there before.

Sarah went back to the bed to continue reading To Kill a Mockingbird, until she was interrupted by another knocking at the door. Sarah groaned and went to open the door, which revealed a goblin that came up to Sarah's knee. In his arms – or rather, on top of his head – was a tray just like before.

"King wanted me to give you dinner!" he said with a squeaky enthusiasm.

"Why thank you, little guy!" Sarah replied as she took the tray off of him. The goblin scurried off into the darkness of the hall.

"Weird," she said out loud as she closed the door. She sat down on the bed and pushed the book aside. Sarah then lifted the tray, only to be surprised at her meal. There was filet mignon, vegetables prepared in a way that Sarah did not recognize, a baked potato with bacon bits, butter, and shredded cheese, and, to Sarah's confusion, a glass of red wine, which looked to not have spilled at all. The tray also had a nicely folded royal blue napkin, a fork, and a serrated knife.

If I hadn't known that this tray is magic, I would've thought that the Goblin King was trying to be romantic, she thought to herself with a chuckle as she began to eat, savoring each delicious bite.

When she was full, she set the tray down on the vanity.

"Finally, I can finish my book!" she said, grabbing the book. No sooner had she grabbed the book, there came a knock at the door.

"Oh, God dammit!" she yelled, getting up once again to get the door. The same goblin was there.

"King wants me to take you to stradigee room," he said with the same squeaky enthusiasm.

"Oh, sure, I guess," Sarah said, looking forlornly at the book that may never be finished as she followed the diminutive goblin to the war room. She found herself jogging to keep up with the little goblin, who was either on a sugar rush or was all too excited to be doing this errand.

They finally came to the war room, which now only the Goblin King was in.

"You're dismissed, Rusher," the king said. The goblin seemed way too pleased at those words and sprinted down the hall, leaving Sarah alone with the Goblin King.

"Well, don't just stand there, come over here," he said impatiently. Sarah made her way over to the table with the Labyrinth model.

"Here's the plan that the generals and I have come up with: You and a small group of warriors will travel east. The Labyrinth will allow you to go through easily. Once you've left the Labyrinth, things get trickier. There's the Forest of Impending Doom, which is where we believe the beasts are coming from. We've determined through scrying that there is a decrepit temple there, where we've seen the beasts coming and going from. You'll enter, rescue the goblins, defeat whoever's in charge of the infernal monsters, and come back to the castle. Is that clear?"

Sarah nodded her head, eager to not make eye contact.

"If it's clear to you, I'd like to hear you repeat it," he said, reverting to speaking with her as if she's a child.

Sarah, who's now getting annoyed at this regression, rolled her eyes and said, "Me and a group of warriors head east, go into some forest, get into some temple, kick some ass, and go home. Right?"

"I would appreciate it if you could answer with less of an attitude, Sarah," Jareth said with a slight tone of disdain.

"I don't care. Once this is over with, I can go home and never come back to this place again," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Jareth sighed. "Very well. You may return to your room," he said forlornly. Sarah was perplexed. She was expecting another fight.

"Well, um, okay," she said. She left the war room, looking down at her feet the whole time. Had she been watching where she was walking, she would have known that she was not heading towards her room, but rather down that mysterious hallway that she had seen earlier.

Crap, I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, she thought to herself. She turned around to go back and found herself looking at yet another mysterious hallway. Well, damn. I might as well go ahead. She turned back around and headed straight. The walls here looked bare, though there were lighter patches of stone which suggested that there were paintings hanging previously. There was a clear neglect in the air, which did nothing for Sarah's nerves.

After walking a considerable ways, which left Sarah's feet rather sore, Sarah came across a door at the very end of the hallway. Neat, a door. Wonder if I should open it? Sarah thought. On the one hand, Jareth told me to go back to my room, and I don't want to piss him off any more, but on the other hand, Jareth is an insufferable bastard. After a moment of deciding whether or not opening the door would be a good thing or not, Sarah came to the decision to satisfy her curiosity. She grabbed the ornate silver door knob and turned it clockwise.

Pushing the door revealed quite an interesting room. It was similar in overall shape to the guest room, but it was darker. There were more bookshelves than in her room, though the spines had a strange writing that Sarah couldn't read. Adorning the walls, instead of paintings or pictures or photos, were clocks, none that had the same time. One clock that was hanging beside the bed caught Sarah's attention. It was the same clock that she had seen the first time she was in the Labyrinth. This clock had 13 numbers instead of 12, and the hands were spinning rapidly around.

Cool, Sarah thought, looking around the room. She walked over to the dresser and saw a small crystal ball. Her curiosity already on overload as it was, she grabbed the ball. She felt a strange foggy feeling in her head as the bedroom started to dissolve around her. In its stead was the ballroom. Dancers in the costumes that Sarah recognized were dancing about, not paying attention to her in the slightest.

Sarah walked around this familiar setting when one of the revelers waltzed right through her. HOLY CRAP! Wait, so am I just a ghost here? she thought. She eventually found what she was looking for. She found herself in the poofy white dressdancing with Jareth. This is definitely a weird feeling. This is like an out of body experience. Sarah stood there just watching the other Sarah dancing with Jareth. Real Sarah was getting uneasy watching Other Sarah getting just a little too close to Jareth. Other Sarah and Jareth leaned in to each other. Just as Real Sarah was going to express her shock, a hand harshly gripped her shoulder and brought her back to the real world.

Sarah turned around and saw Jareth, who had a very unpleasant facial expression.

"Get out," he said softly. Sarah backed up slowly towards the door.

"GET OUT!" he yelled. But by then Sarah was already running out the door and towards her room. She found it quickly enough and quickly got in. She slammed the door and sat down in front of it, holding her face in her hands as the tears came.


-Author's Note: Jareth, could you just keep one emotion, please? You're freaking out the people who are probably eager to see you and Sarah make out. Also, I made a running gag. Lol, oh, will Sarah EVER get to finish that book? I guess it won't matter, since she's already read it.