All right, guys, I don't own Labyrinth or any of the characters here. I need to precise you that I've never seen the movie but I fell in love with it because of the wonderful stories stored at FF.net

The song doesn't belong to me either… I don't know who wrote this but it fitted Jareth so much in my eyes that I couldn't get away without writing this story…BTW, if anyone knows who wrote this, please drop me a line. I found this on wallpaper drawn by a Muraki/Tsuzuki fan.

And despite the title of this fic, this WILL NOT be a dark fic! I love the Jareth/Sarah pairing too much to write anything angst!

Tell me exactly what I am supposed to do.
Now that I have allowed you to beat me
Do you think that we could play another game?
Maybe I could win this time…

I kind of like the misery you put me through.
Darlin' you can trust me completely,
If you even try to look the other way,
I think I could kill this time.

It doesn't really seem I'm getting through to you.
Though I see you weeping so sweetly.
I think that you might have to take another taste
A little bit of Hell this time…

. A little bit of Hell.

Chapter 1. The deal.

Sarah awoke at the unnerving feeling of being watched. Upset, and not really emerging from the tender arms of sleep, she tossed around in her bed, grumbling a little. But by doing so, her face became exposed to the shiny light of the sun peering by her window. Sarah groaned even more. Sleep was definitely eluding her. Her eyes fluttered open and Sarah yawned heavily. She sat up in her bed and stretched.

She glanced at her alarm clock and realized that she had woken up few minutes before it would ring. Sighing, she fell back in her bed and gazed at her ceiling.

Like every morning, the alarm clock turned the radio on and Sarah got out of her bad, going to the bathroom, humming under her breath the song that was playing, the feeling that had pulled her out of sleep forgotten.

Getting out of her bathroom, a towel wrapped closely around her body, another around her damp hair, Sarah took a look at her bedroom: it was a big room, where in its middle was a four-poster king size bed. She smiled at the memory of her father, grunting on her bed when he and some other male friends of hers had to bring it in her room when she first moved in. On her white walls were hung pictures of herself and her little brother, some of herself and some friends, some of her family altogether… Her family: little Toby, her father and Karen. Sarah sighed and went to her closet to retrieve some clothes for her day. Still drying her long black hair and fully clothed in a pair of faded blue jeans with a gray tank top, Sarah stepped out of her room and went to her kitchen to have some breakfast.

Her kitchen was a rather modern one, with a table in its middle, and her living room directly led to it, as there was no door separating the two rooms. Her living room was full of light since she was lucky enough to have an apartment with a huge balcony. In one of the corner of the living room, however, where the sun could never really hit, was a desk, on which a computer laid. Around her desk, the shelves threatened to crumble under the weight of the books rested on them.

Content, Sarah smiled, a bowl of cereals and a coffee in preparation, she turned her computer on.

Her mailbox was full and she grimaced as most of her mails came from her publisher. Sighing and shaking her head at the man frantic mails, she was sure without even opening them that most of them were telling her basically the same thing in rather colorful terms: where was the book she promised him? Sure thing, she was a talented writer and her publisher surely had cold sweat whenever he heard about one of his competitor tried to approach her, which happened quite a lot.

Sarah had started writing during her high school years, more and more drifting to writing the pieces she and her club set up than play them. Oh, she still liked acting but she experienced another thrill as her characters, those born from her imagination, walked, talked, yelled, cried, loved under the masks of the actors of the acting troop. In fact, she had started writing after Him… Sarah let her mind wander in the past and memories. Shaking her head, she pushed the difficult memories far away and concentrated on her new novel.

A few hours, or maybe minutes after, Sarah didn't know, the phone next to her computer rang. Focused on her work, Sarah let the answering machine pick up the call.

After her announcing message, Sarah heard the cherry voice of her little brother, attracting her attention.

"Sarah! It's Toby! Too bad, you're not home but I phone you because I wanted to be the one to tell you." Sarah frowned a little, her curiosity picked by the happy tone and the news that Toby wanted to tell her. "We're going to have a little brother!!!!" Sarah heard a soft female whisper from behind Toby's voice. Surely Karen. "A sister? Aw, Muuuuum!  Girls aren't fun!" Sarah chuckled and quietly picked up the phone, startling the ten-years old boy.

"So, I'm boring you? Then I don't think that this new play station I bought you for…"

"Sarah! I knew you were home! We're going to have a little brother!" Toby yelled happily, cutting her sister.

"Ew, kiddo, no need to tear up my eardrums!" Sarah cried out softly, chuckling. Sarah heard Karen ask for the phone and shortly after, she could hear the older woman's voice.

"Morning, Sarah."

"Karen! Congratulations!"

"Hum, thanks. Toby was so excited that he didn't want to wait for this week-end." Karen chuckled on the phone. Sarah smiled and the women started to chat about the future baby.

After a good half an hour of excited talk, Karen had to hang up because she needed to drive Toby to school. Sarah put the receiver down and stared at it, smiling, not really believing the news she had just been given. Karen and her had been through a lot to reach the point where they now stood: not exactly mother and daughter but definitely closer than the first years that had followed her father's remarriage. Over the years, Sarah had learned to appreciate Karen and let her coming closer to her. Karen had been, surprisingly enough for Sarah at the beginning, the most fiercely opposed at Sarah's decision to leave her father house.

Smiling at the memory, she remembered how Karen's face had looked so down as Sarah threw her little bombshell during dinner. Karen had fled the table, much to Sarah's surprise, tears in her eyes, and it had taken a good yell on how insensitive she was from her father to understand: Karen had thought that Sarah was leaving because she still despised her step-mother.  After reassuring her step-mother that it wasn't because of her that Sarah wanted her independence but rather because she needed it, Karen had helped her a lot to settle things, moving in, but only after she had extracted the promise from a laughing Sarah that she would come back home at least on three week-ends on four.

Sarah shook her head and turned back to her computer, but she was still too excited on having another sibling that she couldn't concentrate anymore… She leaned back in her leather chair and dropped her glasses on her desk. Because she worked a lot on the computer, she had to wear glasses. Sarah smiled and went to her bedroom after turning the computer off and took a jacket from her closet: she going out to buy a gift for the baby. She was so excited. Maybe, she could phone her publisher, complaining about a flu, and then telling him she was off at her parents tonight, so that she could start shopping for babies necessities with Karen on Friday.

After a quick call at her publisher office, she took her keys and went outside. As she walked down a street, she passed a car, in which the radio was playing loudly but Sarah didn't mind, as it was one of her favorite songs.

Absorbed by the song, Sarah never noticed the owl, following her since her apartment.

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Singing the song under her breath, looking in shops windows, enjoying herself, Sarah didn't see the car coming far too fast to stop in time when she crossed the road at the pedestrian passage.

Just like they say in movies, the world slowed down as Sarah rotten to the ground watched in disbelief the car about to hit her, the driver horrified face, the sounds around her stopped and all she could hear was the song, playing earlier in a car she had walked by… What was that song again? Oh, yeah,

Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every steps you take,
I'll be watching you….

Sarah blinked and time flowed in at an accelerated speed: someone jumped between herself and the car, just before it could send her crashing away. Someone she knew, someone she had banished from her girlish fantasies, someone she tried not to think too much about, but always present in her life. As she saw him there, between her certain death and herself, she thought that it might be her own mind playing tricks at her.

Jareth.

Every single day
Every words you say
Every games you play
Every night you sleep,
I'll be watching you

At least, Sarah thought, I'm happy to see his face a last time before dying.

She felt herself being pulled in the infinite darkness lying at her feet and the world went dark.

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Whispers pulled her from her peaceful slumber in the warm bed… Slumber? But what about the car?

Sarah sat up abruptly, eyes wide, she looked around her, eyes widening even more as she drank in the sight before her: she was in a huge bedroom, lying in a four-poster bed, with red curtains hanging around the bed, shielding her from the light coming from the window on her left, but what attracted her attention, what froze her heart, what pinned her in bed was a man in his early thirties, with mismatched eyes, wearing a white poet shirt, opened in the front under a black vest, with tight black pants and high black boots, his wild fair hair and that all-know-it-all sexy smirk. The Goblin King stood at the foot of the bed, hands on hips, looking at her.

"Jareth…" Sarah couldn't believe her eyes… No, this couldn't be…

Jareth's grin widened. "Glad that you remember me, Sarah."

"But, the car…" she spluttered.

The Goblin King shook his head "Ah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, you should pay attention when crossing one of your roads of Aboveground. It seems quite dangerous, I must say."

He brought me back to the Underground… The Underground… The Labyrinth… His Labyrinth…

Sarah felt her head whirl under the shock, and then anger took the best in her.

"WHY IN THE SEVEN HELLS DID YOU DARE TO BRING ME HERE? YOU STUPID…"

Jareth suddenly vanished and reappeared on the bed, kneeling in front her, face inches from hers. He held up a finger and waved it under her nose as if she was a little child. "Tssk, tssk, you should watch you tongue. After all, I saved your life, didn't I?" He rested his gloved finger on her nose and all she could do was watch, throat dry, indeed, he did save her and she was yelling at him. Jareth smirked at her. "Ungrateful child… Ah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah… I must say, however that I missed that fiery temper of yours."

Sarah, too shocked of having him so near to her, flushed deep crimson. She remembered her childhood fantasies on the man after that night. She didn't know how often she had dreamt that he, Jareth, the Goblin King had taken her in his strong arms and had kissed her senseless and more. And now, having him almost sitting in her lap, she couldn't help but remember her dreams. Jareth, reading her thoughts, chuckled softly and leaned closer to her.

"Is that what you want me to do, lovely Sarah?" He whispered huskily.

Sarah couldn't tear her eyes from his lips. "I… I… I don't know what you…"

Jareth ran one of his gloved hand up her arm "Really, my dear?" he whispered. Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she felt his hand being placed being her neck.

"Ja…" Sarah tried hard to regain control of her racing heart, heart that she was sure he could hear.

"Hmm?" His other arm wrapped itself around her waist, bringing her closer if it was possible without touching her lips.

He's tempting me!

Jareth chuckled again, melting her.

"Of course, my dear."

Somehow, Sarah took her heart in check again and put her hands on the Goblin King chest, trying to push him away as she turned her head on the side. Flustered, Sarah spoke without looking at him.

"Stop reading my thoughts!"

Jareth reluctantly let her go and sat, disappointed, on his heels. Sarah, still not looking at him, put a hand behind her to steady herself, her black hair falling like a curtain around her face. Jareth couldn't help but push her hair aside. Startled by his touch, Sarah turned to face him.

And Jareth kissed her. Longing and desire flared up in his touch and eyes as soon as his lips touched her. At first, he had intended to give her a tender kiss, but her smell infatuated him, making him crazy, the feel of her made him ache in a way he hadn't felt for a long time, ten years to be precise, since she left him.

Sarah's mind went in a spiral as Jareth's mouth roared on hers and she couldn't help but close her eyes. No, this wasn't a kiss. She thought to herself. A kiss was too… tame to be compared to what Jareth was doing to her.

Jareth's arms wounded around her, crashing her on his chest but never breaking the kiss. Sarah didn't mind though.

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Reality kicked in Jareth's brain, making him remember where exactly he was and why he had brought her here, so as suddenly as he had began the kiss, he stopped it. He looked down at Sarah's face, still turned in his direction, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, lips red from his kissing and he was struck like never before by her beauty

Sarah opened her eyes slowly to find Jareth gazing almost lovingly down at her. Lovingly… Humph! As if it was possible. Pushing him violently away from her, Sarah let her anger explode.

"HOW DARE YOU? YOU ARROGANT, SELFISH, BASTARD!!!!"

Jareth fell heavily on his butt and looked at her in disbelief…  What the hell?

Sarah grabbed a pillow and started to hit the Goblin King, not really knowing why though.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? SEND ME BACK! HEAR ME JARETH? SEND.ME.BACK."

Jareth gave a start as the pillow hit him for the first time, than it angered him. He snatched Sarah's "weapon" from her hand and pushed her down in the bed, pinning her down with all his weight. Sarah fought under him and Jareth had to grab her wrists to prevent her from scratching his face.

"Now, Sarah." Jareth snarled in her ear. "You will stop this nonsense this instant!"

At the rage contained in his voice, Sarah went still. All she needed now was an upset Goblin King in her hands.

"You still behave like a child, even if ten years have passed! Now, I've just saved your life and it's how I'm rewarded! Looks like your time in the Labyrinth didn't teach many things!"

Sarah froze. That's true he saved my life and I was screaming at him. I didn't even say thank you once to him.

Ashamed, Sarah looked away and muttered:

"Jareth… I… Thank you for saving my life and I'm sorry, I truly am. Please forgive me?"

The wheels in Jareth's mind started to turn in a devilish way.

"At one condition."

"What? Jareth… I don't…" Jareth put a finger on her lips.

"You asked me to forgive you. At one condition."

Sarah stared at him. Now, what the crazy man up to?

"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, still not trusting me after that I saved your life? I'm hurt…"

Sarah swallowed hard. "All right… But the condition has nothing to do with my body!" She added hastily as she saw Jareth's eyes lit up. Jareth, still lying on top of her, pouted like a child and leaned to take her earlobe in his mouth, making her take a sharp breath.

"Very well…then you shall stay here with me, for a whole year!"

Aah! Here you go guys, here the first chapter of my first Labyrinth fic! Please review!

Mikim