Disclaimer: not mine yadda yadda
K, this is a sequel to Green is not her colour and I don't think that it will be a J/S fic but I don't know yet.
Sarah walked slowly through to her bedroom, one hand on her chest. Was it real? So little time had seemed to pass, it couldn't be real. But it had all felt so real. Looking at her clock she saw that only two hours had past. "I must have fallen…or something." She tried to convince herself, but the argument was lost before it had begun. If it had been real she would have had something to prove it, the gowns that she had worn, the jewellery she had been given. But there was nothing, except every thought and feeling that she had been subject to.
She threw herself on her bed trying to convince herself that she was not crazy and that the Labyrinth was nothing more than a book that lay on her dresser. But the more she thought about it the more she realised that she might as well have been trying to tell her self that the sky was purple!
"It can't be true." She said to the teddies and toys that adorned her bed. "IT ISN'T TRUE!!!" She shouted as she stood, throwing her teddies on the floor. "Why do I have all this junk! It's all junk!" Books were thrown from their shelves, pictures from the walls, it all lay in a big pile on the floor.
Flinging open the door she ran down to the basement. The basement was cluttered with all sorts of junk. Broken tools, old toys, suitcases full of memories. Sarah waded through it, throwing anything in her way against the wall. "Urgh! Junk all of this is junk." Suitcases and boxes flew through the air as she made her way towards the back of the basement, towards empty boxes.
The final suitcase burst open as it hit the wall, it's contents flying everywhere, one picture found its way to Sarah, hitting her in the back of the head. "Jesus Christ!" The picture floated to the floor landing face up. Some of her anger fading into shock as she stared at the picture. "Oh my god!" Picking up the photo to get a better look Sarah's legs went from under her and she found herself sitting on the cluttered floor, the picture grasped in her hand. "Oh my god!" She repeated as she rocked back and forward.
Sarah had found her proof. The picture she held was of her mother, her real mother, and him…Jareth! It had been real. Sarah screamed, an ear piercing scream, that filled the otherwise still and quiet night.