The Labyrinth Re-Traveled

Chapter 1

Summary- After many years of planning his revenge, Jareth comes back to seek it. On Sarah's daughter.



Disclaimer- Labyrinth and all of its trademarks, do not belong to me, they belong to Jim Henson. And if he could read this fic, he would probably die again, in shame.

Author's note-This is my first ever Fan Fic, and I would just like to say, that all comments and flames are welcome because I would really like to know how I am doing.

Chapter One
Although it had been many years since she saw him, Sarah could still remember his smile, that cold, mysterious smile that made her blood run cold. Some times, when she closed her eyes at night, visions came rushing back to her, visions of Jareth. It was a dream. She would tell her self. A very strange dream. But no matter how hard she tried to forget, she would always run into something that reminded her of that time in the Labyrinth.
When she was helping her brother, Toby, clean out their parents' attic, he found a box which contained his old baby clothes.
"Look at this!" He said, "Can you ever believe that some one would dress me in that?" He held up the red and white striped one piece pajamas and laughed. Sarah looked up at him and her mind whirled.
"Sarah, are you okay?" Toby asked worriedly.
"Huh?" She said, looking at him again.
"Are you okay? You looked far away for a sec."
"No, no, I'm fine, let me see that."
He handed her the outfit and she ran her hand over it feeling the softness of the fabric. She buried her face in the flannel and breathed in.
"Holy shit!" She had cried and threw it at Toby, who caught it with one hand.
"Sarah, you're really starting to scare me! What's up?!"
"Nothing, Tobe, don't mind me, I'm just feeling tired, do you mind if we finish this tomorrow?"
"Sure, no problem, I'll call you in the morning okay? Go home, get some rest."
"Okay." She said softly. They left the attic and he walked her to her car. The snow was falling hard on this cloudy December night and Sarah was bundled up in the wool coat her father had left her when he died.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow!" Toby said cheerily. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and she got into her station wagon. Sarah pulled out of the driveway and drove off into the night.
"Oh Christ oh Christ oh Christ!" She kept muttering to herself as she drove along, "That smell! I will never forget that smell! That's the smell of him!" Despite the heat blasting, she shivered.
When she got to her house, she bustled in and hung her coat on the hook by the door. She walked into her comfortably furnished house, and walked into the kitchen. She smiled at the sight of her husband, Daniel, standing at the stove in blue flowered apron, trying his hardest to make macaroni and cheese.
"Daniel, that's supposed to be made in the microwave." She laughed, pointing to the label on the box.
"Oh hey Sarah! I didn't expect you to be home, I thought you were-"
"I was, but I'm tired and I really need to get some rest."
"Oh. Alright, just tell Vicky that I'm going to order pizza if she wants any say in what I am getting."
"Will do, good night." She kissed him and walked up the stairs, down the hall, and up the stairs again. She winced, her daughter, Victoria, was practicing again. She was a member of a band called, Florence's Nightmare, and she wasn't very good at playing the guitar yet.
"Victoria!!" She cried, banging on the door.
"Hey Mom! Come on in!" Vicky said opening the door and stepping out of the way, making room for Sarah to come inside.
"Your father is going to order a pizza, and you better get down there and tell him what kind you want before you're stuck with anchovy and pineapple."
Vicky laughed and walked downstairs to help decide about the pizza. Sarah walked into her room and into the bathroom. She opened the medicine cabinet and took out the box of Alluna Sleep. She would need at least three tonight, for memories she hadn't recalled in years had come whizzing back and knocked her senseless.