It's amazing the amount of things I don't own. Labyrinth happens to be one of them, and there's a song in here, called "Misguided fool." I have no idea who wrote it. But I no own. :(. And one more thing...FEEDBACK! Please! You should know the drill by now;) Oh a little bit of swearing, hence the rating.

/italics/ ~flashback~ *thought*

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Dreams.

No Love Injection.



A child dreams of sugar coated fairies, romantic tales with knights and white horses, where the good can't help but win, because they have /right/ on their side. Beautiful princesses and handsome princes, people who risked themselves for good, against the ugly in and out. Evil stepmothers or tall black fairies that cast horrendous spells on innocent, baby girls. Magic granted happiness. A disillusioned child, safe within, content that her parents love her. Everything was alright and...

Not a child, but definitely not an adult. She still dreams. Fantastical fantasy landscapes rise before her eyes. Animated in as a film or real life in her minds-eye. Watch the dragons flight, hear the unicorns sing. Fell the magic, feel the life. There is love. She doesn't see love anywhere else.

Now a teenager, still to young for life, but how can she be shielded when life happens? See her search for her crushed dreams, buried in words and actions. ~"Give me the child."~ So, so confident, so sure, despite or maybe because of all the rejection, and so little love. She still only sees what she wants to see. ~"Toby!"~ A disappointed Goblin King in front of her, not even noticing his unshed tears, his un-shared pain, an empty shell, awaiting filling. His own dream, his own injection of fulfilment.

The babe is fine, never has been unsafe, except with you, Sarah.

She rips him to shreds, cruel, cruel girl. ~"You don't understand."~ It is her that doesn't understand.

Curses, remnants of old past forgotten tales, grubby, after years of neglect, they all gather, making rules, needs that needed fulfilling. It would be.

Just as well. Jareth couldn't think past the choked emotion that was peeping out of his cracks. Nothing except a spinning, flashing siren, "she left me, I lost," in his mind.

He hurtled himself up, to the moon and stars. ~"I'll leave my love between the stars."~ That's the best the place, the one-sidedness of it couldn't fester him.

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You're just a poor misguided fool

Who thinks you know what I should do

I lie for me and I lie for you

I lose my point to a point of view

Jareth lounged, insolently, seemingly unconcerned on this throne. His parents advisor looked ready to run all the way back to them, being a cleanliness freak. She didn't maintain eye contact; she was looking in angst at the mess of years of Goblins and un-house trained animals. Maybe he should clean up, but not today with Lady Advisor here.

"Your parents are concerned about you..."

/Bullshit/, Jareth thought, just their eastern, unwanted border that needs someone to keep an eye on it, not to mention what's on the other side. When the house of the Sid'he had attacked Jareth had had tremendous fun dumping them in the Bog of Eternal Stench. His parent's army had been disappointed; having been all pumped up on 'magic mushrooms' and ready to go kill someone. Such a nice family.

Jareth stood. His lithe form towering over the seated bitch.

"Give them my regards." He smashed the crystal at her feet, closing his ears to her shrieked protest as she vanished in a flash of bedazzling light. He resisted the urge to brush his hands clean dn place her in the Bog.

Peace and quite, he thought, just the Goblins, but they shut up when he wanted them to. ~"Lost and lonely."~ The teaming mass of Goblins paused, stilling them selves to try and judge their fickle rulers' mood.

"Well?" he demanded of them. There was a flurry of activity. He slumped back on his throne and tried not to chew his gloves absent mindfully, attempting to get to his finger nails. It was nothing-special gloves, but have you ever touched a goblin? You'd wear gloves to... Then it became expected, and he felt incomplete without them.

He thought of his own demon, Sarah, as always, her dreams, and where hers became his till it was indistinctive. He knew the regret she felt, but no triumph. But first things first. She couldn't get away with it. Oh no.

With chilling laughter that froze the Goblins in their play he was gone in the blink of an eye, and soaring over /her/ house.

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Sarah stared at the draw that held /the/ book. She didn't have much to do if she didn't act out her dreams, but she'd learned the consequences. A flurry of white wings whirled through her window.

"Jareth!" Sarah eyes widened in fear and the unknown of all emotions, held deep down inside, since her mother had left.

"You still dream Sarah." His voice, only his voice.

"Who doesn't? Do you dream?" she asked so softly.

"Yes..." his voice hissed like water over burning stones. He closed up to hide it all from her. His loneliness, his pain, someone to ease it... Sarah, the only one.

The silence stretched on, between them, blending in with the featureless room, awash with soft silver.

"Why did you come?" All revenge was forgotten, just this girl, woman in front of him.

"You called."

"I didn't." She pointlessly denied, they both knew.

Jareth raised his eyebrows, menacing, like his sudden changes of clothes. It was like you'd never seen him before, and he just was no halfway points to be found. He remembered a conversation he'd had, long ago...

~"If" Jareth had spat at him, disdainfully, sick of his broken hearted lamenting, "you like her so much then tell her!"

"But what if she doesn't like me?" he'd bleated. The indisition had cost him his life.~

He knew, now, what she thought, he always had. But he couldn't take it; she had to give it. He left.

Sarah had a dream. A lover, a friend, a home. Full of real life, unicorns and fairies. Gentleness and passion. He'd love her, he'd need her as she he. No insecurities, no doubt, just them as one. It died on her lips, withered and useless. Bitter as sees thrown to the mercy of the tornado. The wind doesn't give a damn, in the so dark, hopeless night.

She collapses, useless and dead on the unforgiving boards, crystal tears paving her cheeks. Little stars, little pinpricks of sanity before the clouds sweep in, leaving her drowned.

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Yeah, it does go a bit funny at the end. Anyone for any more? If no reviews it stays as thus. I also think I've invented some words, and I can't spell so... Hope you enjoyed anyway. ;)