Alright, here's the story. I don't own Jareth, from "Labyrinth", but I do own myself. Personally, I've never wanted to own Jareth, I've always thought him to be rather…sickening. Can you say pedophile? Sarah was, like, fourteen, fifteen. Ick! I'd rather be dancing with the fierys…as long as they didn't try removing my head. This is based off a dream I had last night. (Yeah, yeah, I normally don't have dreams that have anything to do with movies or whatever, but last night, I did. So there.) So, read, review if you want, yeah. This is a one shot thing, no updates, more chapters. And this was a dream, conjured by my unconscious, so this has nothing to do with my actual writing/imagining capabilities. =) Have a nice day.



I was on the plane finally. I couldn't believe how long I had been at the airport; it seemed as if I was waiting forever. Through the flight, I heard my name being called by a deep husky voice. I had no idea who it was, no one knew I was on this flight. I kept looking out the window, and suddenly, the view changed. I recognized none of the ground; we were flying so close to it. The clouds above were a deep red-orange.

I got up out of my seat and began searching the plane. I knew no one on the plane, but every face looked even more foreign now. Something had changed. And then, that voice again.

"What are you looking for? You know I'm here, you know where I am," he said. I kept searching, seeking no one's aid. And then, there he was. In all his glory, Jareth stood by himself, looking off a balcony, into the gray-green abyss below. I realized that somewhere, I had left the plane. The ground was stationary and I saw a giant forest out the doors. In another direction was a giant maze of sorts, made up of greenery and stone. I slowly walked towards him, my footsteps echoing on the cold stone floors of the castle. I was now aware that my outfit had changed into a sort of medieval dress. It was a deep crimson, full skirt and low neckline. He turned to me.

"Seek and ye shall find," I whispered. He moved closer, his body pressing against mine.

"That you shall," his voice just as low. He was staring intently into my eyes.

"But how long have I been looking? How long since I actually left the plane, and my world?" I asked, backing away. I refused to let him intimidate me. I remembered Sarah. But then…then, his lips were pressed to mine, in the fiercest kiss ever. His passion was evident. And then everything just faded away…