I really don't own any of the Labyrinth stuff, but Damon is mine

I really don't own any of the Labyrinth stuff.

Sarah stretched slowly, not bothering to open her eyes. She reached her arms to her sides and frowned when she didn't find anyone next to her. Opening her eyes, she found Jareth standing at the window, looking over the Labyrinth, red dawn spilling over it.

"Why are you up so early?" Sarah mumbled, looking at him through half-closed eyes.

"Couldn't sleep," Jareth said softly, turning and smiling as he walked back towards the bed. Shucking his robe, he slid back under the covers beside her and pulled her to his chest.

Sarah smiled and kissed his shoulder, watching sleepily as he played with the wedding band on her finger.

"I'm thinking about changing my hair color again. Any suggestions?" he asked lightly running his fingers over her bare shoulders and arms.

"How about back to your natural color," Sarah murmured, pulling the covers higher and tucking her head beneath his chin.

He laughed softly, jarring her. "I don't remember what that is."

"Platinum blonde? Like the first time I saw you?"

He shook his head. "No. I just dyed it that way. It was black before that, and dark red before that. I think my hair might have been sandy blond but I'm not too sure."

Sarah laughed and shrugged. "Why not let it grow and see what color it is?"

Jareth shrugged and rolled over, putting her underneath him and between his arm.

"I'll just bet you would like to see that now wouldn't you?" he asked as he placed his lips on her neck.

"Sounds vaguely interesting," Sarah murmured, smiling as she kissed him.

Later, after Jareth had left to look at the remodeling of several rundown houses in the Goblin City, Sarah idly straightened the sheets, glancing out the window into the morning sun.

At first she didn't recognize the voice, for voices had been absent from the Labyrinth for many months.

"I wish the Goblin Queen would come right now," a voice called out, loud and sharp.

Sarah shook her head as the room began to spin. There was something strange about the voice, demanding. She could feel herself being sucked towards the voice and she struggled against it. Using magik, she tried to shield herself from whatever was happening, but the magik shattered like a crystal and she could feel herself vanishing.

"Jareth," she called out loudly, disappearing from the room.

Jareth lowered the glasses from his face and looked at the short dumpy goblin.

"You'll have to excuse me. I must attend to something immediately. I will be back."

He stuffed his glasses into his coat pocket and transported himself back to his castle.

"Sarah? Sarah did you call?"

Silence was his only answer as he threw open the door to his bedroom. A residue of tainted magik hung heavily in the air, seeming to coat everything it touched.

Sarah appeared in a darkened room and looked around, scared. Taking a step forward, sickly green flames appeared, singing her arms and face. With a cry of pain, she stepped back and tried to create a crystal, only to find her magik blocked.

"Who dares call for the Goblin Queen?" Sarah shouted, knowing she didn't exactly look the part wearing jeans and a sweater and being without magik.

"I do, don't you remember me?" a female voice said from the shadows.

"No, now turn on a light and maybe I will."

A light clicked on overhead and it took Sarah all her willpower not to gape at the young girl before her. The same girl Jareth had transported to the oubliette when she had angered him.

Sarah looked down and groaned, she stood inside three circles. The outermost of salt, the middle of steel, an effective guard against fae magik, and the third, a circle of symbols she had never seen before.

"What do you want?"

"You humiliated me and angered me last time I saw you, now, it's my turn," the teen said with a smile, motioning towards the shadow.

A figure stepped forward, and Sarah felt faint.

The daemon stood about eight feet tall, with wings folded around his body. He appeared to be carved from ebony, the only color in his pale, slitted green eyes, the same color as the flames.

"Queen," he rumbled, his voice like shattering glass and nails screeching across a chalkboard.

"What do you want?" Sarah demanded, glad her voice wasn't as shaky as she felt.

"I want to see Jareth suffer. The easiest way, is to control you," the daemon said with a shrug, smiling at Sarah with a mouth full of needle like teeth. He stretched forth his hand and Sarah felt as though someone were trying to tear her mind apart. Memories flew in every direction and even her sense of self seemed to be vanishing. Trying to hold on to who she was and her past, she fell to her knees.

"Jareth," she screamed as the daemon finally ripped her mind from her, breaking it as easily as she had broken the dream bubble where she had danced with Jareth. Unable to see the look of triumph on the girl's face, Sarah collapsed, unconscious.