Disclaimer: Labyrinth isn't mine, only this story line. All Labyrinthy things belong to Jim Henson Productions and Lucas Films. 3 Hallelujah for that. In all seriousness, if Labyrinth was mine it would be about Jareth and his misadventures with dry cleaners and how he had to go around for the entire hour and a half span of the film naked. Such a pity...

Back to the story!

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She pushed herself onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the couch. Her head and wrist were screaming in pain, but her heart's sobs were the most deafening. Come get me, Jareth please. The words were about to spill out of her mouth, but all she could get out was,

"Please," before her eyes closed. As soon as they closed, they opened again.

But the view was different. She was still on the couch, and her brain was swimming as though in murky water. Glitter was spread about her face, body and living room. She tried to sit up, but was pressed back down into the cushions by gentle gloves hands. She closed her eyes as a finger traced her jaw line.

"Sarah, look at me." The voice was cold, but concerned. She opened her eyes and looked into the face of who was standing over her.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked her.

She frowned in confusion, trying to recall his face, his name. "Yes," she whispered. "You're him. I danced with you, there was sparkles," Sarah raised her fingers and watched glitter fall from them, "like these. Oh, it was beautiful."

His hard gaze broke for a moment as he smiled. "Do you recall my name?"

Sarah studied his face for a moment and then whispered dreamily, "Jareth. Your name is Jareth."

He nodded and sat beside her as she lay on the couch sleepily trying to comprehend what was happening. "Sarah, you must understand. I cannot come and get you."

Her smile faded and she whispered, "But you are here, you came. I begged for you in my dream and," Her words wandered off, unsure.

"No," He said, the coldness back in his voice. "You denied your dreams. You denied me, Sarah. You ran from me and everything I offered you to come back to this." He motioned around him to the living room strewn with glitter. "Did you honestly hate me that much, to return to a world that hates you?"

She sat up, and this time he didn't stop her. "But I don't understand," Her head was still foggy and unclear. "The Labyrinth was just a test, wasn't it? I had to deny you, you were the enemy."

Jareth's gaze hardened, "I wasn't the enemy Sarah, I was the challenge. You defeated me yes, but you also rejected me. I need you to understand that, and I need to understand why you wished for me in your dreams."

Sarah reached out her hands to clutch his silk poet's shirt. "Why are you being so kind to me? You were so cruel..." Her eyes flew to his, trying her best in her dazed state to read his expression.

However, he kept himself well guarded. His eyes were cold but the hands over hers that were gripping his shirt were gentle. She flinched when his gloved fingers grazed her wrist. "Sarah," Jareth looked down at her injured hand. He was about to comment on it, but sighed instead. "Why did you call to me? You never have before. I was under the impression that my world was of little importance to you now."

Her eyes widened and tears started to make their little treks down her cheeks. "Oh, no!" She exclaimed, clutching his shirt tighter in her small hands, as though she were afraid if she let go he would disappear forever. "No, your world is all I have, it's all I am. This place means nothing to me, it never has. I just needed to get Toby home; I couldn't allow myself to be the same selfish girl I was when I wished him away. He has a chance here; he has people who love him. I have no one."

Sarah knew she wasn't making very much sense, her sentences were fragmented and her breath was quickening. Panic, she felt panicked and shocked and cornered all at once. She was frustrated that her brain could not comprehend anything, and she couldn't remember what had happened to make her this way...

"I just... need happy thoughts and fairy dust, right?" She cried softly, and he watched her, his hand still covering hers. "I can fly away, above all of it. If I had known you would have come back...I wouldn't..."

His eyes narrowed and he took her chin in his hand, making her look at him. Her eyes were unfocused and bloodshot and her skin was abnormally cold. "Sarah mine, what did you do to yourself?"

Sarah grimaced, obviously struggling to breath. She tried to pull him closer to her, to hold on to his body heat. She was trying to remember, to think back on what had happened before she fell asleep... before she passed out.

"I was in my room and... I saw Karen's headlights. I didn't want... I couldn't..." She looked at him again, eyes filled with shame. "Who would care? No one will care, Jareth. There is literally no one on this earth who wants to hold me, or listen to me. No one will even come to my funeral."

Jareth's eyes grew wide as he listened to her moment of clarity. "What did you do? Tell me, this instant." Sarah shrunk back from him, trying to remember her bedroom. Her posters, her bed sheets. Labyrinth sitting with its faded cover on her bedside table. Beside the novel... was a bottle of pills. The bottle had been full before, but now it lay empty on the floor.

"I took pills." She swallowed, settling back into the pillows. "I just want it to be over, I want it to end.

"Sarah, sit up!" Jareth wrapped his arm around her back, forcing her to open her eyes. "You need to wake up from this dream. Do you understand? You need to wake up and say the words. Wish yourself to me; it is very important that you wake up this instant before you slip away."

She looked at him, trying to compute what he was saying. "Oh... okay." She whispered, closing her eyes.

"No, Sarah," He grabbed her injured wrist and she jerked up in pain, screaming. His eyes were hard and cruel, "Wake up, now! This is not a child's game. Wake up and wish for me." He twisted her wrist painfully, and Sarah's eyes flew open as she fell onto the floor.

The air was different, thinner without the heavy scent of magic. All the glitter was gone, but there were red marks on her wrist from where he had clenched it. After a few moments she knew that she had somehow woken up from her unconscious state.

"Wake up now! This is not a child's game. Wake up and wish for me."

What? This was so confusing. Why were there tears on her face and blood on her neck? Oh, her wrist hurt. It hurt. She looked down at it and gasped as her dream came flooding back. She rolled over onto her back and closed her eyes, trying to stop her body from the violent shakes taking over it.

"Goblin King," She started, but stopped. No, those weren't the right words at all.

"The king had fallen in love with the girl..."

She closed her eyes and started again. "Take me away from this awful place..."

No. Not it either. Why wasn't her brain working?

"...it doesn't even begin with I wish..."

Sarah's eyes flew open and she whispered, "I wish the Goblin King would come and take me away," she closed her eyes, "right now."

She smiled as she felt his presence, glitter falling onto her face and hugging her eyelashes. When she felt him wrap his arms around her, she fell back into a dreamless slumber.

Review me, please. I only got three on chapter 1, I died a little inside.

But thanks to those who reviewed, you are lovely souls.

Bri

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