Fantasy World
by: Angel Kisses
rated PG-13

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the charaters from Labyrinth. But I do own the charater Faye Richards.

Chapter 4

Faye glanced around her. Needless to say, she wasn't in her
room. In fact, she'd never seen a place such as this. Before her was
what appeared to be a maze. A castle stood in the center.

"Wow," she began walking toward what she thought was the
begining. She planned on asking the little man sitting there where
she was. The closer she got though, the more she realized it wasn't a
man. In fact, it looked like one of the statues she had found
earlier. It, no he she decided, appeared to be sleeping at the
moment, so Faye cleared her throat, but that didn't work. "Excuse
me," she said rather loudly.

"He woke with a start. "Oh! Excuse me, I...Sarah?" the little
creature stood, coming to about Faye's waist, "I's never thought
youd's be coming back. What after you'd stopped talking in the
mirrors and all."

"I'm sorry," she said, "I'm not who you think I am. My name is
Faye, not Sarah."

"Course yous Sarah! You's look like her."

"But I'm not. Look I'm sorry I woke you, but I'd just like to
know where I am."

"You's really ain't Sarah huh?"

She shook her head. "Sorry, No."

"Wells then, I'm Hoggle and youd be in the Underground."

"The Underground?" Why did that sound familiar? She looked
around again, maybe that's why all the plants look dead...wait a
minute.'

"Am I dead?"

"Huh?"

"No my dear, I'm afraid you're quite alive accually."

She quickly turned her head to see a man, a most beautiful one
at that, walk out from the shadows. He was wearing tan breeches and
an ivory poets shirt. His blond long hair stuck up and out all around
the top of his head only to hang long down the back. Black boots,
black gloves, why did he remind her of something? She stared at the
gold pendant resting on his chest.

"I hope you find everything to your approval," he said,
startling her and making her blush. His accent was doing wild things
to her insides.

'This is crazy!' she told herself.

"Please, I'd like to know where I am and how I got here."

"You know very well where you are Faye."

"The Underground, yes, but how is it that I've never heard of
it? How did I..."

"Manage to get to the Labyrinth?" he finished for her, slightly
smirking.

"Faye's jaw dropped as it dawned on her. She was in the book!

"I must be dreaming," she mumbled, "I must have fallen asleep while
reading the book."

"I'm afraid not. You made a wish and I granted it for you."

"But I didn't mean it!"

"Oh, you didn't?" he asked, cocking one eyebrow.

She started rubbing her now pounding temples. "Okay look, maybe
I thought it would be nice, but I never expected this! I shouldn't
have touched the damned book. I should have listened to my mother."

His face grew angered, "And what would she have said Faye?"

"Not to touch it. Burn it maybe. I don't know," she shrugged.

His expression softened and he stepped closer to tuck a piece
of her hair behind her ear. "You haven't had it very easy have you
Faye? No option but to grow up," his voice grew soft torwards the end
of his statement, his eyes catching hers.

Her breath caught in her throat. He had one blue eye and one
green. Beautiful.

"You look just like your mother," he murmured.

That woke Faye out of the dream world she was creating around
this man. "How do you know my mother? Who are you?"

"Jareth."

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "Well, that solves
only a fourth of my problems."

"Come," he jestured toward the Labyrinth, "We've much to
discuss, time is short. Hoggle."

"Yes, yer Majesty?"

"No one enters. No one."

"Right. No ones."

Faye suddenly found herself standing in a large stone room.
"Where?"

"This is the throne room. You're inside the castle."

"How?"

"Magic."

"So Jareth," she said, testing his name and claiming his throne
as she sat on it, "I take it you're the Goblin King."

He arched and eyebrow, watching her antics, and leaned against
the nearest wall, "Yes."

"And the little man outside, was he a goblin?"

"No. He's a dwarf."

"Yet he addressed you as 'You're Majesty'?" she raised an
eyebrow in question.

"I am king of everything and everyone in the Underground,
including those that live in the Labyrinth, like Hoggle."

Faye thought on this for awhile, starring at his boots.

"Can I get home? Or am I prisoner here?"

"I haven't held anyone captive in twenty five years, I'm not
about to start now."

"So I can leave?"

"If you wish it so, yes."

Faye was quiet as she took in this new information. She could
very well just leave here and be done with the whole
misunderstanding.

"Does this happen often? People just passing through the
Underground?"

Jareth produced a little crystal ball, which he immediatly
started to weave between his fingers and hands. "The last person who
held that book," he began walking over towards her to rest on the arm
of the throne, "Sent her baby brother to me. She, like many others,
wished away her brother only to claim it was a mistake and have to
fight to get him back. And so, she went through my labyrinth with a
set time limit and every obstical I could throw in her way. She was
the only one to ever defeat my labyrinth. It destroyed everything I
ever created, destroyed my world. It took years to recreate it." 'It
won't be so easy this time Sarah. No, It won't.' he though to
himself.

"And?" she pressed when he hesitated.

"She burned the book. The only person to visit me since is one
of the last to have been here."

"But the book was in perfect condition when I found it."

"When I left it for you."

"Why?" her stomach growled loudly, interupting herself.

He laughed, "A question better answered another time. Come,
I'll show you to a room so you can wash for supper."

Sarah stood in the attic doorway. Who knew how long she had
been there, staring at the sheet clad dresser with the mirror on it.
Would he even come if she called him? Was he making her daughter go
through the labyrinth? Was she going to have to do it once again to
get her daughter back? How does one face a world you've shunned for
so long? Well she knew one sure thing, she would not let her daughter
fall for Jareth's mind games. She reached for the sheet.

A.N. Pray, I must beg you to ignore spelling and grammer problems. This system doesn't carry a check for either of those. If you like, let me know, please review. Those are always nice to read.