Disclaimer: I don't own an owl. I wish I did. I asked for one for my b-day, but, no. Any who. I don't own anyone you recognize from elsewhere. A/N: Jennifer was the first name in my head. She has no relevance to living people. Her name could have been Beth. Or Riana. Anything.

Ok. These ~ ~ Mean some one is thinking. These " " Mean some one is talking. These * * mean some one is talking mentally with some one else.

"Oh gross." Jen commented mildly. "Have you ever heard that word, cause, oh god that is sick." The owl looked up at her innocently then prodded the ball of bone and hair that he had recently thrown up with a talon. "Ew." Muttered Jen. "That's just, just." She threw her hands up into the air in frustration. She paced for a moment then glared at the owl. "I hope you realize that YOUR picking that up, cause there's no way in hell that I'm going to touch a dead mouse, that sat in a mouse trap for two hours, that was in your mouth, that you swallowed whole, that you puked up. So uh- uh. Your picking that up." He stared at her. "Stop it." She groaned His big black eyes looked deeply into hers. "Quit! Your not psyching my out with your eyes!" He watched her a bit longer before looking away, pointedly turning so she could see her handy work.

~*Flash back*~

The owl hissed and puffed up. "Jesus! What are you? A cat?" Jen hissed back. It glared at her and shuffled to the other side of the bed, it's injured wing dragging behind it. "Look! I'm trying to fix it!" She held up a bag of cotton balls and a red and white patterned bandana up as proof. The owl just looked back at her. She studied it. It looked scared, like this had never, EVER happened to it before. It's black eyes were full of reproach. It was crouched in a defensive way that twisted its wing terribly. It's heart-shaped white face followed her every move and kept it's black eyes on her face. "Let me help you, Jareth!" She growled. She named the owl Jareth, whether that was who it truly was or not. The owl hooted softly with pain but held it's ground. Jen moved closer. The owl shuffled away. "Your spreading blood all over me bed." She said dryly. It moved a bit more. Jen pounced. She landed on the owl some how with out crushing it. It screamed in alarm then promptly took a chunk out of her arm. "DOES HUMAN TASTE GOOD, LITTLE YOU MONSTER?!" She shouted while wrestling with its talons. The owl fought beak and claw to get out from under her but in the end, she was sitting on it, effectively pinning its legs beneath it, holding both wings to its body with one hand and holding its head with the other. It shrieked weakly. It tried to turn its head and found itself completed stuck under Jen. Instincts took over and it went limp. Jen, without taken off her weight all the way, slowly spread out the injured wing. The owl made low whimpering noises that she didn't know birds could make. Jen's stomach flip-flopped. The white bone was stained red and stuck out from the feathers. The bone was, how ever, broken cleanly. She resisted the urge to prod the protruding bone. Swallowing hard she gently pushed it back into place. The owl had gone strangely quiet. She pulled out the bandanna and carefully wrapped up the wing and tied it tightly, eliciting a shrill cry from the owl.

~*End Flash Back*~

Jen frowned with boredom. She had kept all the shades drawn, unsure of how well owls liked sunlight, and had used the dead mouse from earlier to feed her new houseguest. She picked him up and went into her living room. The large T.V. was against the far wall and she sat down on the couch and turned on a movie. The owls' eyes went wide and it shuffled around for a moment. "Chill. It's a movie. Nothing to be afraid of." Then the sound came on. "It's only forever!" Blared out the first few words. "Not long at all, you're lost and you're lonely." The owl settled down after the first song and watched the movie, but was still slightly tense. Jen shrugged it off and watched Jareth with her heart in the movie. "Sarah was really stupid, don't you think?" She inquired The owl didn't respond. They didn't speak again for a few more hours.

Jen walked in the front door, from going to the pet store. A few live mice were scrabbling inside of a small cardboard box. She had picked out the albino ones. She hated the beady little red eyes. She could live with see them fed to her hungry houseguest. He had settled down and now she knew some of his habits. Although he could still not fly, he liked sitting out on the front porch at night. He liked watching movies. One of his favorites was Lord of the Rings. He seemed entranced whenever the ring was in the movie. She really wanted to take him to the dollar theater so he could see The Two Towers, but owls' were not allowed. Whenever she had time on her hands she read to him. The first book she picked up was her birth-day present. He would eat mice in the kitchen and leave the remains near her garbage can. When she came home, he wasn't waiting for her by the front door. He wasn't watching the turned on TV. He wasn't in the kitchen. He wasn't caught in the closet. She had known that his wing was really close to being all the way healed and that he had been getting restless, but where was he. She wished she had never found out. "Jennifer?" Came a voice. It came from her bedroom. It was a voice she had heard before but couldn't place. A male voice. "Who the hell is here!?" She shouted. Jen hated herself for the fear in her voice. Still in the kitchen, she grabbed her biggest knife. "Come out and show your self, Pervert!" She demanded. He did. "Oh shit." Jen replied weakly. Her hand lost all grip on the knife. It fell down by her feet, the she herself fell to her own knees. "You aren't real." She informed him. He smirked. "Aren't I?" He asked rhetorically. "No. Your not." She said, slowly getting back her sense. He seemed put out. He ran his hand through a wisp of silvery hair. "Then what am I?" "A. . ." She paused. "You can't be real." She ended with a weak whisper. "I am, Jennifer." "Bull shit." He got angry. "Do not defy me. You wished yourself away, now you must take the consequences." She looked him up and down then struggled to her feet. She'd be damned if she stayed at his feet like some sort of servant. "You can't be real. No males are secure enough to wear pants like that." Caught off guard, he looked down, so see what was wrong with his pants. He couldn't see anything different so he ignored that. "Come come now." He berated. He offered her a black leather gloved hand. "We must be going. The Labyrinth needs my the knife at him presents." Jennifer took another knife off the knife rack beside her. "You can't make me go anywhere! I helped you! You owe me!" She pointed the tip of. "True" He said slowly. "But that can be repaid underground." Jennifer fell back to her knees, the knife caught in a white-knuckled grip. "Please no." She whispered. He said nothing. "Please. I don't want to go to the underground. It was a stupid wish. I don't want to go." She begged. She didn't care how weak it made her look, she wanted to stay. "What's said is said." He told her. "Please Jareth. Have a heart." "I'm sorry, but this is not how I can repay you debt." After arguing and begging. Shouts and sobs, Jennifer finally took Jareth's hand and was whisked away to the underground.