A/N: Hello! This is my first fanfiction ever, so please be kind in when you review. I hope you all enjoy. ~ IrethAnwarunya (This story is dedicated to Mythers, who got me addicted to this website and also stirred up my imagination and passion for writing again. Love ya Babe!!)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with LABYRINTH or the world contained therein. Daran, however, is mine for he is modeled after one of my very dear friends.

Chapter 1 Sarah had thought that she had gotten past all of her little girl fictions and fantasies. Sarah thought that her dreams of the Labyrinth were over and she could continue with her life. She could not restrain herself from bitterly thinking that Jareth was probably placing the long forgotten dreams into her subconscious as a way to distract her from the happiness she craved and was so near to achieving. Sarah knew in the back of her mind that the eyes of the Goblin King were always upon her, whether he gazed intently into a crystal as he sat in his palace surrounded by a throng of his subjects or he chose to observe her movements from the solitude of his favored form of an ordinary barn owl. Every night for the past three weeks, hazy dreams haunted her sleep and kept her from rest. Each night, Sarah saw herself in Jareth's arms, dressed in the elegant gown that she had worn as they had twirled around in the fog of the crystal he had created for her during her drug induced hallucination after she ate that damned peach. She would abruptly awaken to a darkened room with nothing but the sound of her fiancé's deep breathing beside her as he slumbered. Many times, Sarah would nestle into the fold of Daran's arms and try to return to her sleep, but a ghostly tune would seem to echo through the small apartment. Unbidden, the melody would tumble from her lips and she could hear Jareth's glorious voice accompany her own.

As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill is gone Wasn't too much fun at all But I'll be there for you As the world falls down.

These beautiful lyrics were always trailed by a heart-wrenching "Sarah, my love" or some other endearment. Now, a mere two weeks before her wedding, Sarah found herself furious with his Majesty for interrupting her happiness. Jareth had once offered her all of her dreams and anything else her heart could ever desire and in truth, he had been generous. Sarah knew that he had reordered time for her and would have done anything else she had requested of him, but she could not accept his conditions. She could not subject herself to the submissiveness he required and could not deny herself the right to be her own person. So, she had denied him. What infuriated her the most was the fact that many times she had pondered her decision and wondered if someday she could change her mind. After all, she had only been a child when Jareth had brought forth his proposition and she had not known her own mind or her heart back then.

Stubbornly, Sarah would force these musings out of her mind and would turn her attention back to the details of her spectacular wedding that was looming closer everyday. She would go about her day with a lofty smile on her face, daydreaming about the life she and Daran would have once they were married. Sarah longed for an ordinary life devoid of any form of fantasy or fairy tale magic. She found her desires in Daran, a man who provided her with all of the stability and love she ever needed. As she toyed with the beautiful diamond engagement ring on her moonlight pale hand, Sarah knew she was going to be happy with Daran. When she let her mind wander into the future, she imagined a couple of raven hued curly haired children with eyes as blue as the ice blue of Daran's eyes. Sarah felt her pulse quicken at the thought of him and her lofty smile changed to an all out ear-to-ear grin. "I'm going to be happy," she thought to herself.

******* "Happy? Happy?" Jareth repeated Sarah's innermost thought. "She thinks she'll be happy with him?" he said angrily and hurled the crystal he had been peering into straight at the wall where it shattered into a million tiny slivers. "Bring me that ugly little dwarf...um, what's his name? Hogwart or something...Get him here now," Jareth demanded of the closest goblin and shoved him out of the door. He continued to pace around his throne room, ranting all the while until Hoggle was brought before him. "Heggle, I want you to go Aboveground. You have to convince her not to marry that mortal,"

"Your Majesty, Sarah does not call Hoggle anymore. Sarah has not called Hoggle for a very long time. Sarah wants nothing to do with the Labyrinth or his Majesty," Hoggle told the irate King of the Goblins.

"I don't care!! Sarah will return to me!!" Jareth exclaimed. "She has to. Not having her near is agony," he whispered to himself.

"B-b-but..." Hoggle stammered.

"NOW! Do everything you have to do to make her realize she doesn't belong with him. Leave this instant!" the Goblin King ordered. As Hoggle vanished and made his ascent from the Underground, he knew that his mission was futile. Sarah had denied Jareth before and she would do so again. Hoggle sighed resolutely as he reappeared in the small apartment Sarah called home.