Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, or Jareth. Jim Henson & Co. do.

Rating: PG-13 (For use of improper language)

Author's note: Don't leave me because I lie a lot…This chapter will be the Masque. So thank me, all you who wanted it in here. You get to meet Ludo later…

As the world falls down

Jaclyn opened her eyes and slowly her vision cleared to reveal that she was in a fancy ballroom. She couldn't remember anything of how she might've gotten there. She could only remember her name and basically who she was. She couldn't recall ever knowing anyone, or ever really existing before this moment. One thing was for sure, though, she felt really out of place in this beautiful ballroom with the beautiful music and a beautiful voice that sang. It seemed that he sang for her.

She looked down at herself and saw—to her surprise—she was dressed in a red dress with a gold trim. The corset didn't bother her as much as it should've. She reached up and found that her hair was done in a series of braids that were wrapped around each other and held up in a net of metallic thread. It seemed more amazing when she stood and saw for the first time that the room was covered in mirrors. She saw the full impact of the beautiful gown that adorned her figure. Red matching lipstick and light eye shadow was all she need wear on her face and she felt positively gorgeous. Then again, she also felt very lonely.

There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes

A kind of pale jewel

Open and closed

Within your eyes…

She changed her gazed from her reflection to the crowd of dancing couples that scattered the dance-floor. Everyone had a mask, she did not. She was off to the side, with no partner, and no one giving her even a passing glance. Or so she thought, until her eyes stumbled upon those of another. They were staring straight at her from behind an elegant mask. These eyes were beautiful, and even more so when the mask was lowered and she was able to see the face. It was a man's face and to Jaclyn, it was a shame to hide it behind a mask. His hair….oh, his hair…it was a little interesting. Okay, so "little" is the understatement of the year. His blond hair stuck up straight in some parts. Other parts were longer and others even hung down to his shoulders. The lengths in between were held up with about a year's worth of hairspray.

Alas, it was not his hair she was staring at as he approached her. She once again stared into his eyes. One was light blue and the other was hazel. He took her hand and kissed it, consequently breaking the spell on her.

"May I dance with you?" he asked politely. His voice was strangely similar to the one that was singing. It seemed the singing had stopped.

They were locked in a waltz as soon as she nodded he approval. And what a wonderful moment that passed. One that Jaclyn wanted to last forever.

"Excuse, sir," she said quietly, as not to disturb the music they danced to, "but what is your name?"

He smiled for some reason, as if he knew something she didn't and wasn't going to tell. "My name is Jareth," he said. He already knew hers but he asked anyway, just to be polite—and not scare her.

"Jaclyn," she said, her voice still quiet. It was almost a whisper compared the Jareth's. Then she noticed that, as they danced, everyone had their eyes on her. Not her and Jareth, as a couple. Just her. It was beginning to scare her. She was getting dizzy from the dancing. He looked up at Jareth, who was smiling. She pulled away, suddenly blinded of everything but the eyes that all looked at her. He stopped smiling.

She found herself trying to run, trying to escape all of the stares and glares and the masks. Everywhere there was another mask. They all transformed into little goblin soldiers who were aiming their little spears and cannons at her. Arms flew out to her, reaching for her, grabbing at her. She was nearly crying, for she could not escape. She wished they were all gone. She yelled as if in pain and fell to her knees—everyone was gone.

She looked up and saw an empty room. All she could hear was her own breath. The music had long since stopped. "Am I alone now," she asked herself quietly, the silence made it a booming sound in her ears.

"Do you want to be alone?" asked Jareth from behind her, "If you wish it, I'll leave."

She jumped when she heard him and turned quickly. "No," she said quickly, running up to him, "Don't leave me alone. I don't like being alone. Please." For some reason, unknown to herself, she wrapped her arms around his waist. She thought that if she let go he would be gone. She didn't want that.

"Would you like to dance again?" he asked turning and slowly and gently pulling her to arms length from him.

"How, there's no music," she stated, but she was quite mistaken. He began to sing a simple tune. Simple, but from him, beautiful. He had been the one singing.

There's such a fooled heart

Beating so fast

In search of new dreams

A love that will last

Within your heart

I'll place the moon

Within your heart

He took her hand as he started the chorus and pulled her up to him once again. As the pain sweeps through… They continued their waltz, this time alone with no prying eyes or glares. …Makes no sense for you… She knew all the steps, though she couldn't remember where she learned them. …Every thrill is gone… She didn't remember ever dancing before. Least ways, not with such a beautiful man. …Wasn't too much fun at all… She found herself once again lost in his eyes, and his singing only deepened the spell this time. …But I'll be there for you… They became weightless. …As the world falls down. The room seemed to disintegrate around them, leaving only them in existence.

I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll spin you valentine evenings

Though we're strangers 'till now

We're choosing our path

Between the stars…

He spun her.

…I'll lay my love Between the stars

Silence and stillness. Neither of them moved for a few beats. She was still lost in his eyes and he didn't finish the song. He looked down at her, for he was taller. She had her arms around his neck and he had his around her waist. Still neither moved, not wanting to disrupt a perfectly peaceful moment. Suddenly—too suddenly—he pulled away and turned to leave.

"No!" she called after him, following him as he departed, "Jareth! Wait, don't go! You didn't finish the song, did you? Please!" She reached out to grab his hand and as soon as she touched him the room around her seemed to pop and she fell. He was gone as if he had never been there, along with everything else.