Wake Up, It's Time To Dream

Disclaimer: I own nothing that has to do with the movie Labyrinth, and the characters portrayed. I got some of the plot from a new movie coming out called "Alice" based on a darker version of Alice in Wonderland where she's in an institution.

Summary: Sarah has visions, but are they? Can Jareth help her, or will her sanity be diminished completely? Find out by reading, and if you want more than please review.

A.N. (Thank you all for the nice reviews! I really appreciate it. To the reviewer that asked if I got the plot from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, no, I didn't, I've only watched the show a couple of times and I didn't really like it. I got the plot idea from a movie they have in production called "Alice" based on Alice in Wonderland. All will be revealed in time of what's happening. So don't fret, just sit back and read. Thank you.)

Jareth burst into the room only to discover Yvonne was no longer there, but he had heard her laugh as he had been walking down the hallway to Sarah's room. He was going to apologize to Sarah, but as soon as he heard that laugh he knew something was wrong. Sarah lay pale and motionless on the large bed. She seemed so tiny to him just lying there in her rumpled ball gown.

Her neck was bruised from where Yvonne had tried to strangle her. One of her cheeks was also bruised from a blow she had sustained while trying to fight back. He cursed himself for standing there and staring at her, and he rushed to her side and felt for a pulse. A sigh of relief passed his lips as he felt a weak, yet present pulse beating against her wrist.

He kissed her hand before placing it back next to her. It was going to take some time for her to wake up, considering that she had lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen. But, he would be patience, so he sat down beside her and caressed her cheek and waited.

Long, slow hours marched on, until finally, I big gasp of breath rushed into Sarah's lungs and she felt herself breathe, something she had thought she wouldn't be able to do again. Thinking that Yvonne was still in the room, she started to thrash violently about on the bed.

Jareth knew what was going on, and instantly he held her down and started talking so she could hear his voice. "Sarah, it's all right, she's gone now. Stop fighting, I'm here, there's no need to fight." Both of her eyes fluttered open, and when she saw Jareth practically lying on top of her, she started to sob.

"Get away from me," she gurgled weakly because her throat felt as if it was on fire. She sat up quickly and pushed him away from her and stood on the ground beside her bed. "You were with her the whole time," she accused, rubbing her raw neck. Jareth stepped around the side of the bed he was on trying to walk towards her, but she kept backing up, making it hard for him to talk to her. Finally she had backed herself against the wall and knew there was nowhere else to go.

Jareth, seeing her predicament, and knew that it was the only way he was going to make her understand, he stalked towards her and pinned her against the wall. One hand was above her head and the other was beside her waist. Using the rest of his body, he stood mere inches away from her, his body barely brushing hers.

"Now, you will hear me out and stop treating me as the bad guy," he willed, his eyes spitting fire from anger, yet his face wasn't as hard as she expected it to be. Normally when he was mad he appeared stone like.

"Yvonne had this idea, she knew that I wanted, no needed, you back here, and she came up with the idea to use your sanity. I didn't like the idea, Sarah, but I was desperate. You have no idea how you make me feel," the last part came out breathlessly, and he inched his face closer to hers. Oh no you don't, she thought, and she tried to move her face.

But by then it was too late. His lips pressed insistently against hers, and against her will, she felt her body respond to being so close to his. Both of his hands came to rest against her hips, and hers wrapped around his neck, bringing him as close to her as possible.

Breaking away from the kiss suddenly, Sarah gave him a skeptical look. "If you like me so much, then why did you get engaged to Yvonne?" she asked earnestly. He sighed and looked a bit hurt at her lack of trust. "I was never engaged to Yvonne. She lied to you, Sarah, to make you jealous. I swear to you there was not even friendship passed between us."

A small smile slowly broke through on Sarah's face before she could help herself. "I was sort of jealous you know," she said slowly. Jareth smiled back at her, glad that she no longer despised him. He backed away from her to give her space now that she was willing to listen to him.

She tried in vain to straighten her disheveled ball gown, but there were so many wrinkles it was about impossible. Her eyes moved upward and she found Jareth watching her mess with the gown. "She'll come back you know," Sarah stated with an air of finality that sent a chill up Jareth's spine. "Yvonne?" he asked.

Sarah nodded her head slowly. "She won't leave me alone until either I'm dead or she is," she stated softly. Jareth took pity on her gathered her into his arms in order to comfort her. "You shouldn't say such things," he told her. She sighed and bit her lip, and slid back away from him.

"Only it won't be an easy battle. You won't be able to help me, Jareth. She'll use my mind against me as she has always done. I don't know what she did, but that last beam of light she sent at me during the ball, it must've opened up a door in my mind. I see her thoughts and I can almost feel what she feels, and believe me, they're not good feelings." Sarah shivered. Yvonne was mad, no, infuriated, and she could feel it. Knowing that the rage was aimed at her made her fear even more.

Jareth took Sarah's hand and held it in his. While he patted it slowly with is gloved one, he said, "Come with me, there's something I need to show you." And he led her down the hall to his room.

Hope you liked the chapter, more is on the way as soon as I can manage. Please review, and thanks to one reviewer for my only "bad" review. I know I stink because I don't take "showers" and I don't wear "deodorant". If you're a Chris Farley fan you know what I'm talking about. Thanks for reading!