Title: I'll Place the Moon within Your Heart

Author: MeghanakaKRAMMITTHEFROG

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.

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 $1.50, Dr. Pepper Chap Stick, and a pair of black Converse. Update Um… I got thirsty again, so now, if you sue me, all you'll get is $0.25

As Jareth looked upon them, Michol stood up from the floor and faced him. His beady black eyes gleamed with hatred for the flamboyant man. He then rushed up to the man and gave him a powerful shove, while shouting,

"Back off, man! Who the hell are you!? What the hell do you want!? How the hell did you get here!?" Jareth kept his ground and, with the flick of his wrist, he brought up a crystal ball. He glanced at it for a moment before he threw it at Michol.

"Watch your tongue, boy! Especially in front of a young woman," The Goblin King replied, giving a wink to Sarah who, in return, gave a scowl. The crystal hit Michol, who was sent flying into the wall. Sarah jumped from her spot on the floor and towards her fiancé.

Before she could get anywhere, she was spun around, Jareth in front on her. He gave his signature smile and said to her quietly, "Sarah…"

Sarah backed away from him and shouted, "Get away from me! You psycho! What the hell do you want?" Jareth held his smile, despite hearing the cruel words come from her mouth.

"Why, isn't it obvious, my darling? You, of course." He said to her. Sarah's face filled with disgust as he continued, "I've longed to be with you for so long it was beginning to hurt. And now… I have my wish." She raised her eyebrows and shook her head.

"No, no… You couldn't be more wrong. You're not with me. I'm with Michol," Sarah explained. She turned around, and gasped in shock. Michol was no longer there. He was just… gone.

Sarah twisted around angrily to Jareth, her eyes flaming. "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HIM?" She screamed loudly, her hands clenched. As she flung to hit him, the Goblin King grabbed her by the wrists and just gazed at her. So beautiful… He brought her closer to him, only to have her jerk away.

Jareth looked back at Sarah, despair overcoming him which he hid with the best of his abilities. Sarah, the jewel of his eye, the object of his dreams, the one sole person who mattered most to him… hated him with every single fiber within her. The Goblin King held his ground and spoke,

"He attacked me, my dear. According to the Treaty between the Underground and the Overworld-" Sarah then interrupted with, "'Overworld'? Mind explaining what the hell that is?" The Goblin King gave a small sigh. Such a beautiful voice… speaking such filth…

"The Overworld is the world you live in, my dear. A treaty was formed between our worlds some time ago. According to the document…" He began in a much more aggressive tone. From thin air, Jareth presented a crystal ball at the tips of his fingers. Within the blink of an eye, it was formed into a yellowed parchment that gave a slight curl at each end. The King continued, reading from the aged document,

"Any of those from the Overworld that hurt, kill, or attempt either feat at the King of the Goblins will be forced to be taken to the Underground where he or she will wait for trial." Sarah's green eyes widened as she heard the news, causing her to belt,

"That's not fair! I tried to hurt you, too, and I'm still here, with you!" She spoke the last word so bitterly that Jareth's heart sank. He stepped forward and sunk his gaze deeply into her eyes as he replied in a harsh whisper,

"As soon as that crystal touched him, it was reported of his violence towards me, thus sending him to the Underworld, where he is to wait trial. However, I have decided, because of our history…" Jareth moved his gloved hand towards Sarah's face, intending to stroke it, only to be swatted away by her. Hurt, he continued to read,

"Yours will slide. But now Sarah… we can live happily ever after. We can live your dreams…" The parchment then disappeared into the thin air of which it came. Sarah backed away from Jareth, shaking her head insistently. She began in a shaky voice,

"I've grown up. I have new dreams now… dreams with Michol. We're gonna get married, move to Seattle, live in a nice big, apartment, have a few kids, and then die old together." Jareth gave her a cold look and quipped back with the same iciness,

"Some dream," After a moment of silence, The Goblin King spoke in a warm, comforting voice, "Come with me Sarah. Marry me and become my immortal queen…" He brought about another crystal and tossed it to her. Sarah looked into the crystal ball and gazed at it. It was an image of her, in the same silver gown she wore seven years before. On her arm was Jareth, giving his devilish grin.

Sarah gasped and looked bitterly at the Goblin King. Her grip on the crystal tightened as she shouted at the top of her lungs, "WHERE'S MICHOL!?" The crystal ball was now no longer in her hand; rather, it was on her floor, the pieces scattered about. Sarah grabbed her shoes from the ground and as she aimed it, Jareth raised his hand.

"Stop! This 'Michol' fellow is within my Labyrinth…" He said. The Goblin King pointed to Sarah's bedroom window, just as he did seven years previous. Sarah lowered her shoe, her eyes focused on her window.

There it was, the Labyrinth. Everything was the same: the cobblestone that made the intrusive maze glistened with morning dew; it seemed to go on for eons, where the Goblin City lay; its buildings nothing more than sticks and clay constructed together. In its center stood the castle of the Goblin King, a display which proved as well constructed at the Labyrinth. It was evident that no normal goblin had designed it.

Sarah stepped towards her window, only to find that she no longer was in her room. Her head spun, looking around her. There was nothing but barren wasteland; the dirt dry and gold and the trees black and lifeless. He brought her back there. She was back in the labyrinth, the very place where she believed she dreamt it up.

"No, this is a dream. I dreamt it before; there's a chance I'm dreaming it again…" Sarah said to herself, her gaze still locked on the seemingly endless maze. "If it is, then it is a very good one…" A smooth tenor voice rose behind her. Her body swung backwards, her shoes still in her hands.

Jareth stood there, his light gold feathered hair catching the soft rays of the rising day. His long, dark leather cape dropped to his dark black boots; he was clad in a poet's tunic, the symbol of his necklace resting upon his well built chest, and his tan breeches clung to every curve of everything below his torso. He began to walk to Sarah, who immediately stepped back.

The Goblin King sighed. "Your little lover boy is in an oubliette, waiting for trial. You can reclaim him, if you wish. But you will only have ten hours-" He began, when Sarah's panicked voice rung out, "That's not fair! When I went after Toby, I had three more hours! You're doing this on purpose!"

Jareth rolled his slender eyes. Some things don't change… He thought, her 'it's not fair's ringing through his ears still. "You have ten hours to find him. But I must warn you; there is more than one oubliette. It's a series of networks and rooms. Good luck, my love." He warned her. For his information, Sarah merely eyed him, her emerald eyes filled with an all too familiar coldness directed toward him.

He turned about, not wanting to see her. She'll never find him in time. Offer what you have while she is heartbroken. Jareth slowly turned around, proposing, "You'll never find him. It's best to concentrate your thoughts somewhere else, Sarah. I can-"

His proposition had fallen on deaf ears. Sarah had already slipped on her shoes, and was running down the familiar hill, calling out, "Hold on, Michol. I'll find you…"

Shaking his head, Jareth faded into nothing, leaving Sarah's proclamations to echo.

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