A/N:

Thanks to all who reviewed!

Mistress Dragon flame: Bwahahaha! She only completed the Labyrinth literally a few days prior, and I just wanted to make it seem like she didn't exactly learn her lesson. I know for a fact that I wouldn't. (cackle)

Sparkling silver angel wings: It's quite far. He's a major egotist, who hates loosing. Besides, it's not like he'd just let her run around the castle. He turns everyone who's wished away into a goblin remember? Do you really think Sarah would allow that? She's escape. (Stabs doily with pencil)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth. That would be Jareths job.

As well, the Lucerne Dairy Company. They aren't mine. Though I do love deh' cows.

Chapter Eight: Here we go again

The silhouette of Jacklyn Kenneth could be seen against the window, the full moon behind her in the starless night sky. Was that an owl that just passed by?

Suddenly, the dull 'chuk' of a refrigerator door was heard, followed by the bright light from within that nearly blinded the girl like a Polaroid. Blinking, she reached in and snatched up a small container of the Lucerne low-fat yogurt, and ripped off the top. She stabbed the plain white stuff on the top with her fork, and swirled it around until the raspberry goodness mixed in evenly.

A snowy white owl landed on the tree outside, and peered in at the girl who devoured the yogurt at approximately 4:30 in the morning. Her hair was messy from her sleep, and she wore nothing but PJ pants and a tank top. What odd dress these Aboveground mortals slept in. In the Underground, women rested in long under-dresses.

The owl shook his snowy head, to clear his thoughts. He was getting off topic.

The owl fluttered down from the branch, only to turn into his fae form as he landed.

He wore a long, flowing black, royal purple and navy cape, much like what he'd worn when he'd met with Sarah several months ago. (But only a few days here)

His shiny pendant hung out over his ensemble as he watched the girl wipe stray yogurt from the side of her mouth, and yawn. Her jaw froze however, as her eyes went the size of dinner plates. Was that a man standing outside the kitchen window?! And watching her?! Just as she made to scream to awaken her parents upstairs, a hand was clamped over her mouth. The man in the window was now right behind her.

What was going on? Did this have anything to do with Sarah?

"Shh, be quiet, you little brat, or I'll turn you into one of my subjects. And it would be such a shame to have such a pretty face turn into one of them." Whispered the arrogant tone of Jareth as he waved his free hand. They were back outside again when Jareth released his hand from her mouth and she immediately let out an ear-shattering screech.

Jareth yelled out in the unexpected pain to his ears, and frantically conjured a crystal and tossed it harshly at the girl. Instead of the glass ball smacking her, it enlarged and floated right over her. It immediately brought her scream to a dull yell.

Tears ran down her cheeks as Jacklyn sank to the slippery glass bubble-floor. Was this a kidnapping? Was she in trouble, because she wished Sarah away? Or was she dreaming? Yeah, yeah. She was actually in her bed right now, curled up under the co-

"Miss. Kenneth, I presume?" Interrupted her assailant. Jacklyn looked up, and slowly nodded. He had wild blonde hair, and was incredibly familiar…

He laughed, and the bubble surrounding her popped. "I am Jareth, The Goblin King. But I'm sure you already knew that."

Suddenly, it clicked. Duh. This was the guy from that book. He was responsible for what happened earlier, and it was now obvious that she certainly wasn't dreaming.

"W-what do you want?" She stammered, somehow managing to stagger to her feet.

"You wished dear Sarah Williams away, did you not? And she was just there a few days ago. Such a pity." He laughed.

"…Um… yes."

Jareth gave her a look. "Well, do you want her back? You read the book, I should hope you know what I'm talking about."

Jacklyn whimpered. She didn't say anything, because she'd likely sound like an idiot if she was thinking of something completely different.

Jareth quickly grew irritated. "Do you want to run my Labyrinth in order for her return?"

Jacklyn made an odd squeaking noise, and nodded quickly. Yes, she hated Sarah, but she could never live with the guilt.

Jareth growled. "I've brought you a gift."

Jacklyn sniffled, and looked up just as he pulled a crystal from the air. "…What is it?"

Jareth laughed. "It's a crystal. Twirl it like so-" He danced it on his fingertips with ease. "-And it will show you your dreams."

Jacklyn snorted, suddenly with a wave of confidence. "Oh really? No, I want to play your little game, and-"

"JACKLYN! Don't you dare defy me. You could never beat me. Sarah was the first to ever succeed at my Labyrinth, and believe me, she will be the last. Besides-" He laughed. "I thought you hated her."

Jacklyn's confidence was immediately gone again. "I-I do. Really, she's a bitch. But, I just won't be able to-"

Jareth waved his hand angrily, and the world seemed to spin as it collided and morphed into another. They stood on a tall hill, and Jareth leaned against a gnarled tree. He motioned with his eyes to a 13-hour clock floating before them. "You have thirteen hours in which to solve the Labyrinth before Sarah is stuck here, as one of us. Forever." His image faded, soon after the clock.

Jacklyn breathed a loud sigh, and looked over the vast, moonlit Labyrinth, and could faintly see an eerie castle in the distance. "…The Labyrinth…" She breathed as she stumbled down the hill.

Somewhere, a quiet voice sneered, "…Such a pity."

A/N: Yes, yes. I know it's only two pages long. Blame it on writers block. Only I don't just have a block, I have the entire friggin' Lego set.