Title: I'll Place the Moon within Your Heart

Author: Meghan_aka_KRAMMIT_THE_FROG

Rating: PG-13

Summery: Seven years after the events of "Labyrinth".  Jareth is still upset over Sarah's leave.  But will he be able to control his emotions, or more correctly, his actions, once he sees Sarah get engaged to another man?

Author's Notes: The astrics represent a person's thoughts.  Oh, and this is my first Labyrinth fan fic, so please, no flames!  I'm a sensitive person.  ~Update~ I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed my story so far.  I feel so special.  And thanks for thinking I've created such a genius line.  *rolls eyes* Go figure.  Spanx again! :-D

Disclaimer:  Um… I don't own anything from Labyrinth, and I'm not claiming to.  It all belongs to Jim Hansen (R.I.P.) and George Lucas.  So don't sue, all you would get is $2.75, Dr. Pepper Chap Stick, and a pair of black Converse.  ~Update~ Okay, if you sue me, all would get it $1.50 (I got thirsty)

Sarah and Michol entered her parent's home quietly.  The girl walked over to an end table, where a white piece of loose leaf paper sat with a message inscribed with a black magic marker.  She picked up the letter and moved her elegant eyes left to right, then up to down.  A smile spread across her face as she finished.

"Toby's at a friend's house for the night, and Karen and my dad are having dinner with some friends.  We have the house 'til 1:00 am."  She told him, crumpling the note up and tossing it into the little white garbage pail.  Michol gave a devilish, yet playful, smile and implied,

"Well, there's something we can do 'til then…" He gave a teasing wink and wrapped his arms around her waist.  As he began kissing her neck, Sarah laughed aloud and pleaded through her giggles,

"Michol, stop!  C'mon, Michol!  Don't be such a horndog!"  She placed her hands to his face and moved him away from her neck.  The two looked each other in the eyes right before they began kissing each other passionately.

They moved up the staircase, in the direction on Sarah's room.  Michol continued to give short, adoring kisses to Sarah, as she gladly excepted them.  The door into Sarah's room swung open, as Michol pushed her in and leaned back onto her bed, laying Sarah on top of him.  Sarah wrapped her ivory white arms about Michol's neck, as he rested his own on her waist.  The short kisses continued before she stopped and just smiled at him.

"No, seriously, what should we do?  We can always watch a movie… I have Beetlejuice on tape," She suggested, still looking deeply into his eyes.  Suddenly, a loud clash came at the window.  They both looked towards it and saw a beautiful, white barn owl, fanatically flapping its wings.

Sarah froze.  She had seen that owl before.  But it was in a dream.  *But it seemed so real…* Over the years, she had convinced herself that her trip to the Labyrinth was all a crazy dream she concocted.  Although, that owl was too suspicious…

"That is one creepy owl,"  Michol commented, moving from underneath Sarah and off the bed.  He moved closer to the window, wanting a closer look.  The owl then hit again at the window, causing Michol to jump back.  His eyes focused on the bird.

Finally, Sarah rose from her spot on the bed and closed her plum colored curtains.  As she turned, she ignored the owl's high pitched screeches.  She looked at Michol and smiled.  "Ignore it.  We shouldn't let some stupid bird ruin our night."  Sarah said to him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him.

The boy nodded his head, his eyes had not left the window.  "Yeah, I guess you're right.  Besides, I have something else in mind for us to do,"  He said, giving her a wink.  Sarah rolled her eyes at her fiancé and gave a heavy sigh.

"Mick!  Quit it!  Anyway, let me get changed into my pajamas, okay?"  She told him, quickly took a set out of her drawer and left for her bathroom before Michol could make another smart comment.

A few minutes later, Sarah returned in a large, black Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" t-shit (clearly one of Michol's, given to her) and lavender pajama bottoms with Scooby Doo all over them.  She poked her head in to see Michol lying on her bed, reading something.  Looking closer, it was a scarlet colored book, with shiny golden letters that read "The Labyrinth".  Sarah froze in the doorway when Michol turned to her and commented,

"Babe, this book sucks already and I'm only on the first few pages."  She flustered red as she marched over and tried to grab the book from his hand.  "Give it back, Michol!"  She said gruffly has he held her back from obtaining it.  For a few minutes, Sarah struggled to gain it back before she finally snatched it.

She leaped from the bed and over to her drawer, where she stashed the book.  Michol looked at her curiously.  "What has you so wigged out about that book?"  He asked, puzzled.  Sarah sighed as she sat back on her bed.

"I… I don't know, Mick.  It's just… I really don't know."  She stumbled out.  Thinking it over, she didn't know why she was so upset about it.  But it really didn't matter now.  Her temper was quickly forgiven by Michol, who leaned in and the two began to softly kiss each other when a loud crash came from the window.

They both groaned.  It was obvious it was the owl, which was becoming quite the annoyance.  Sarah moved from her spot to the window, to try and shoo away the bird for good.  As she moved the curtain, a set of mismatched eyes were staring back at her seductively.  She gasped loudly and jumped back so far, that she fell to the floor.  Michol leaped from the bed to the floor, making sure she was okay.

From the window, the banging continued.  Michol's arms were wrapped around Sarah, trying to calm her down from her shocked state.  He glanced at the window and murmured aloud, "What is that bird's problem?"

Suddenly, the window burst open, the white barn owl flying in.  Michol brought Sarah and himself closer to the floor as the bird flew about the room.  It then returned to the front of the window, where it was no longer an owl.

Sarah looked up, her green eyes full of tears and whispered hoarsely aloud, "Oh no.  No, it can't be.  It just can't.  It… it was all a dream though…"

Before the two stood Jareth, King of the Goblins and ruler of the Goblin City and the Labyrinth surrounding it.  The smug look upon his face only spelled one thing: trouble.

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