Disclaimer - I do not own Jareth, The Labyrinth, or anything I do not own. However, I do own Deborah, Roxy, The Storyline, and anything I have made up.

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"No way Sarah. This is my room, my concept, my neck. Get out or I shall break yours." Deborah said adamantly, forcing Sarah out of the way of her wardrobe, who was insisting on picking her clothes for the day. And this day, was christmas day. Christmas eve had gone in a flash and Sarah had made a song and dance of being excited about the next day. Jareth had spent the day quietly catching up on paperwork and errands whilst his siblings were making arrangements to come over to the Goblin Kingdom for christmas.

"I am going to decide Sarah, I can make my own decisions, I'm old enough and ugly enough to, now please find something else to do!" Deborah knew exactly what she was going to wear, and Sarah was just causing more confusion. She'd got the sixteen year old up at some ungodly hour of the morning, all over the place in christmas day excitement. She'd practically thrown Deborah into the bath, and now, half an hour later, they were arguing about clothes.

"But I know what would look good on you." Sarah persisted.

"And you think I don't, Queeny?" Deborah put the last word in quotation marks with her fingers.

"Don't waggle your finger's when you say my name. And I wasn't implying that."

"Well it sounded like you were so If you want to make yourself useful to me in anway, you can make the bed whilst I choose MY own clothes that I'M going to wear. Is that okay?!"

"Yes miss, however you want it run miss." Sarah bowed mockingly and started work on the bed.

Deborah was very lucky with her clothes, and the making money trick that Sarah did was incredibly handy, as nothing was too expensive. Other girls would kill for this kind of wardrobe, and Deborah secretly loved choosing her clothes, explaining the reason why she loathed Sarah doing it for her.

Roxy snuffled around at the girls feet as she pulled out and held up a pair of dark marroony-brown linen trousers with a pleat down the middle of the wide legs. They were turned up at the bottom, but still looked long, which Deborah liked. It had a belt at the waist of the same colour and two pockets each side. She then knew exactly what she was going to team it with. A light, sumer grass green, sqare necklined t-shirt, underneath a white, knitted shrug.

She put it on quickly and looked in the mirror. Even with no makeup on and damp hair she looked older than her years, at least 20 or so. Sarah noticed this, and jumped immediately off of the bed.

"I have to choose to the shoes!" She formed a crystal elegantly and threw it in the air, watching in come down, and whilst doing so, changed into a pair of shoes. They were an amazing pair of bar shoes, the type Deborah had seen Marc Bolan wear. They were white with a button at the side. They were not too high, but not too flat. The blue eyed girl's face lit up, and caught them happily as Sarah threw them at her.

Before she could even look at herself in the mirror, Sarah already had her in the chair in front of her dressing table mirror. She was already armed with a hair dryer and after a noisy 20 minutes, Sarah began to gather the top layer's of Deborah hair at the side and pulled each side back to meet at the back of her head, before pushing it up, so as to form a huge quiff type effect.

The Queen pinned it and sprayed it with an awful lot of hair spray. Sarah's brow was lowered in concentration and she didn't speak throughout the whole excercise. She began to rumage around in the make-up drawer but Deborah swatted her hand out the way. She proceded to do her own make-up, and decided to use deep blue, a colour she wouldn't normally use, on the outer corners and edges of her eyelids. On the inner cornerrs she used a light blue before adding liquid eyeliner and mascara.

When she was finally done, she chose a silver, medium sized hoop earing to go in one ear, and a fake diamond stud in the other. Deborah stood up and studied herself in the full length mirror. She had to admitt, she looked quite good. It was the first time she'd enjoyed being skinny. The other times she'd looked ill and withdrawn. Now, she had life in her face and she'd managed to look quite amazing, thanks to Sarah, who had made her hair quite something.

Her eyes looked dramatic, maybe even a little too dramatic for christmas day. Mind you, Sarah looked about as dressed up her 16 year old friend so, they could be overdressed together if needs be. "Vanity, all that is Debborah." Wailed the queen mockingly, pulling the girl from the mirror. "Sas', get OUT of there! Roxy, get here now, and Debs...well, just follow me."

"Yes your majesty, whatever you say your majesty." Deborah laughed, hauling her dog onto her hip.

As they immerged from the room, Deborah could see snow falling heavily outside, and suddenly she felt very christmassy. Apparently, Jareth had left the royal bedroom before Sarah had got up and one of the first things the Queen had said upon leaving Deborah's room was 'God only knows where Jareth is.'

The dogs ran free in the corridors on the way to the libary, and the girls chatted about nothing in particular. When they got there, Jareth had already arrived, and was layed out on the sofa reading a newspaper that appeared to be in a different language.

When the two girls entered, he looked round, and smiled, making Deborah's chest suddenly go tight. "Good morning ladies." He purred, looking both of them up and down before petting the two dogs that had pelted towards him upon opening the door.

"Merry Christmas Kingy!" Sarah larked, bouncing across the room whilst Deborah just grinned.

"You both look utterly lovley." He said with a slightly girlish tinge to his voice, which Deborah found oddly charming. She sat down in her favorite armchair next to the fire, one leg hooked elegantly round the seat, and the other streched out.

There were an awful lot of huffing noises from around the back on the christmas tree, and the sound of something dragging along the floor. Deborah blinked before looking at Jareth and burst out laughing at the site of the Goblin King's mismatched eyes and strange eyebrows peering over his newspaper in annoyance. "Well, don't just sit there, give me a hand!"

Deborah sighed and proceded in aiding Sarah to lump and huge great record player onto a table by the window. Jareth merely russled his paper, hiding his smirk at Sarah panting whilst Deborah had no problem in lifting the huge object. The queen brightened up though as she blew the dust off of a pile of records in the corner.

"I thought that thing had packed up." Jareth called from behind his paper.

"Nope it's still going -" Sarah was cut off by the start of the record player as she put the needle on, and her cry's of joy. A crackling 'it's beggining to look a lot like christmas' filled the room and Sarah began singing along happily.

By this time Deborah had resumed her position in her chair and sang quietly, a small smile on her face, that broadened when she heard a deep chuckle from behind the daily something or other.

They were halfway through a rendition of 'It's the most wonderful time of the year' when the maids burst it, all giggling merrily, followed by Lorena and Kayden, who almost made Deborah faint in suprise when he gave her a small smile.

Sarah turned the music down and joined the throng by the crackling fire. Deborah sat with her legs curled up on the seat, her dog on top of them, leaning on her stomach. She was on top of the world. She was warm, happy, and surrounded by people who loved her, and Kayden hadn't even said anything nasty yet. She also had the prospect of seeing her grandparents and finally she felt she was part of a family for once.

Jareth had sat up by now and his folded paper sat on the table next to him where he was sitting, right at the right end of the sofa. Sat next to him was Lorena, and then Kayden. The maids all sat squashed up on the sofa opposite Deborah armchair and Sarah sat on the floor, making neat piles of everybodys presents, humming to herself happily. Deborah hid her suppressed laugh behind her hand at the the childish way the queen was acting.

Everyone had been informed of the fact that Mariette would not be joining them, as she was going aboveground for christmas. Sarah handed out the piles of presents and everyone opened a gift. Deborah opened a book, it's subject being Marc Bolan and it was from Emelda. It was at this point she glanced at her shoes and grinned. Lorena got a new pair of white gloves, Emelda got a book that Deborah couldn't quite see the title of, Autumn received a cosmetic set, Delphinia got a package of material for her dress making, Kayden opened a huge purple ruffled shirt, Sarah got a book on the art of magic jewelry making and Jareth opened the pair of boot clips that Deborah had had hand made for him.

The gift opening continued and it was around half 10 when they had finally finished. Deborah was still station in her seat, next to the mantle on which her glass of Baileys was balanced, and on the other side of the chair was her pile of gifts, including a gorgeous pair of blood red stilleto shoes that had been collected from Mark by Sarah when they had gone shopping, a few more books on music, some toys for Roxy, some notebooks, and some jewelry.

Everyone was sitting back, happy in their surroundings, sipping their drinks contently. Deborah shifted in her chair slightly moving Roxy, and almost jumped six feet in the air when Sarah dived under the christmas tree.

"Look!" She said, re-emerging clutching another present. Deborah just let her head drop back and closed her eyes. She was tired and hadn't got very much sleep.

"Debs, it's for you!" Sarah exclaimed, shaking her friends arm.

"Hmm, eh? Well who is it from?"

"Your boyfriend." Sarah said with a wink, handing it to the girl. Deborah sighed and took the present. She read the small label.

'Deborah,
I'm sorry I couldn't give this to you in person, but I'll see you soon.
All my love darling,
Ian.'

"He is not my boyfriend." She said defensivley.

"Of course, we beleive you." Sarah said sarcasticly, earning a frown from Deborah. She flicked her eyes up to Jareth and then back down at the gift. He had been staring out of the window, his eyes glazed. As she tore the paper from what it concealed, she could hear Autumns distinctive voice whispering to one of the other maids. Deborah could tell that it probably wasn't very nice. On furthur inspection, the sixteen year old found it was a box she had just unwrapped, and upon opening it, found a silver chain, with a ballet shoe pendant of the same colour.

"Aww how sweet! It's like a momento of him!" Sarah cooed, resulting in a swat from Deborah. She pulled it free of it's box and layed it in the palm of her hand. She smiled, put it in the box, and layed it aside. Sarah was smirking at her suggestivley.

"He..is...not..my..boyfriend!"

"Sure, sure, whatever, please don't shoot." Clara looked unimpressed as the Queen held up her hands in surrender.

"Right, we'd better be off. Lunch is probably burning as cook's got about 350 things to do down there." Emelda said as all the maids jumped off the small sofa they were sharing.

"And we'd better go too. I promised Mother we'd crystal her today." Kayden said with a sneer in his voice. Jareth didn't move. They all left the room, leaving just Deborah, who looked as if she was sleeping again, Sarah, who was pouring over her presents, and Jareth, who was still staring out the window.

Suddenly, an idea came into Deborah's head and she sat upright suddenly, eyes open and startling Roxy.

"Is having a crystal?"

"...yes?" Jareth sighed.

"...the same as having a mobile phone?"

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My favourite chapter yet net! XD

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