A/N: In these next two chapters I've gone back 100 years to when Sarah returns to the Labyrinth. I hope you are enjoying my story so far. Before I begin I'd like to thank all of you for your input and support. I treasure everything you as the reader have to say.  With that said, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jim Henson's Labyrinth or any of his characters. I lay claim to only my original creations.

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Chapter Four

Study Break

*************************************************FLASHBACK 100 YEARS **********************************************

The quiet murmur of rustling pages and keyboard clicking always signaled the start of finals week at college. Countless students flowed in and out of the library in the hope of surviving their torture. Books were piled high like mountains and the glow of the warm sun was a distant memory.

This was an all too familiar time of year for Sarah Williams, finals week. However, this would be the last time she'd face it. She was nearly there; so close she could almost feel the diploma in her hand and see the exit sign. This stood as her last hurdle.

Among the zombies Sarah took her usual position flipping through page after page of notes. Nearly 6 hours later quite exasperated, her head flung up from the book toppling her stacked coffee cups. Sighing, the young brunet picked up the array of Starbuck's litter and returned to her neglected studies.

Oh yes, the interesting world of ancient civilizations *yawn*. Somewhere in between ancient Myan tribal rituals and burial rites the text began to scramble. Rubbing her tired green eyes Sarah couldn't believe what was happening. The very words were molding them selves into text of their own.

A little drab isn't it Sarah? Not quite your usual read is it love? The text mimicked his spidery script and her sleepy eyes began to close hypnotized as they followed the elegant curves.

I have a gift for you. But this gift is for no ordinary girl who slaves over books. His writing was so alluring she could barely take her eyes off it to notice the cup of hot fresh coffee that was now sitting next to her hand, begging to be sipped. Its hot steam carried the most inviting aroma to her senses. Sarah could almost feel the fatigue drifting away at the very thought of drinking the caffeine boost.

She cursed the tight wearing king under her breath as she reached for the hot nourishment, "to hell with it." The decedent liquid washed over her pallet with an almost erotic pleasure exploding on her taste buds yet there was a supple fruitiness to it, almost peach in flavor. At the realization her eyes shot open fighting the hypnotic trance begging to not slip into sleep.

"What have you done Goblin king…"

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~Clover