Recently I saw Labyrinth, and Jareth remind me of a certain Consulting Detective we all know very well…

She was so different from the other ones who had tried to solve his labyrinth, in fact that was something that both pleased and angered Sherlock, The Goblin King and ruler of the Labyrinth. Unlike the others, she had seemed to resolve its most powerful enigmas, surprising him because he had been the one to create those riddles.

"She has the gifts of beauty and intelligence… mmm… such an interesting woman…" He mused.

He continued observing her while she tried to come to him with the help of whom she thought were her friends. His consuelor and best friend, John Watson, and the captain of his guard Lestrade were proving to be such a good allies on his campaign to keep the child on his castle, and maybe if he desired so, he could keep that girl too.

But something was not right, whom he thought were his servants seemed that were starting to care about the young girl. And that unnerved him. He kept telling that it was because they worked for him not for her, instead of the truth that was that smiles she constantly throw them, but never him. He felt something akin jealously crept him. He never got that smiles or looks from her. And it hurted, a lot.

Molly had finally reached the castle, it had been a long and tiresome journey. But thank to her friends it had ended soon. She had already forgiven John for gave her that drugged cherry, in fact she was a little thankful, because when a simple girl like her could dress like a princess and dance with the most handsome king in the universe? She would be lying if she said that she didn't find attractive the man. Sherlock was beautiful and brilliant, but unfortunately was also arrogant, cruel, selfish, manipulative and childish. Maybe he wasn't the perfect man he thought he was. But those cheekbones! Those Cupid's bow lips! Those shirts that showed his lean but muscled chest! Those tight pant-

"Stop it, Molly. You have to save your brother first!" She reminded herself.

Sad and heartbroken she said goodbye to her friends and ventured in the castle. At first she couldn't see anything, only stairs, a million of stairs. Up and down, from the left to the right, always confusing her.

"You don't have to do this anymore. Why would you care for something that annoys you?" A voice said behind her back.

Molly frozed but tried to remain brave. She wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing her scared of him.

"Because he's my brother, and I care for him."

He let out a thundering laugh and approached her to the point of invading her personal space.

"Caring, It's not an advantage. Love it's just a chemical defect from the human heart. It's only a stupid distraction."

"I won't go without him. Give him back to me!" She shouted and he smirked.

"And what if I don't want to? I make the rules here, I could decide to not return this human child to his world."

"What do you want in exchange?" She offered. He stood frozen for a moment, stunned. He certainly didn't expected that response from her. He kept in silence but she insisted.

"What do you need?"

She was being serious? She really though that she could possibly offer something to him? Well, now that he thought about it…

"You."

"What?" She asked dumfounded.

"I've said I want you and only you. You'll be my servant, you'll live here in the castle and you'll fear me, respect me and love me. That's the only things I ask you."

She had to think this very seriously, this wasn't something easy to decide. She could have Toby back into their world, safe and sound, but she would remain there living as a prisioner of the Goblin King. The decision was made, she would regret it later but if it got Toby to safety she would do it without second thought.

"I'll stay with you. But take my brother back to our home."

"Your ex-home." He corrected smugly. She felt like she had been slapped. How could he be so cruel?

"Yes, my ex-home." She nodded numbly.

As soon as he exited the room to retrieve the kid to his world, she collapsed on the floor sobbing. Fifteen minutes later, when her crying ended, she stood up with red eyes and a feeling of anger instead of despair.

"He wants me to love him, I would rather love a serial killer than him! He will regret keeping me on his castle! I swear it!"

Little did she know that her brave short speech was listened by a hurt Goblin King. In the darkness, Sherlock observed her and with a heavy heart he murmmured.

"And I swear that I will do my best to make you feel like a queen from now on, my sweet Molly. I'll never let you go."