Look! I'm finally updating this story! Although there are only, like, six reviews…what can I say; the first chapter sucked and it was short. (Grabs flame thrower) Muahaha, I flame myself. And as for the title…I just like to say "Peachy Keen". (Smiles)

Disclaimer: Only after I eat drugged peaches will I have ownership rights over Labyrinth. Curse you Jim Henson. Curse you! (Moment of silence) I'm okay now.

Karen smiled as she hung up the phone. "Well, I just called Sarah and she said she would love to watch Toby," she said happily as Robert entered the kitchen. "I don't know what came over her all those years ago but I'm glad something did." Karen giggled as Robert wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck. "I'm so happy Sarah doesn't seem me as some evil stepmother in a Fairy Tale anymore."

"I am too, love," Robert said while he began to place wet kisses along her neck.

"Eww, old people porn," a disgusted voice said from the doorway. Turning around Karen and Robert smiled at their son. "Get a room," he groaned.

"Okay," Robert said mischievously as he turned to Karen to attack with a glint in his eyes.

"Robert!" she scolded trying to hold back her laughter. Toby just rolled his eyes and picked up a peach from the fruit bowl on the counter. "I don't know your obsession with those things is but I'm glad you eat some kind of fruit instead of sugar. Now, you need to pack your things up dear because we're taking you to Sarah's while we're gone."

"What!" Toby exclaimed. But, but, but."

"No 'buts' mister," Karen said firmly as she placed her fists on her hips.

"Aw, bloody hell!" Toby grumbled.

"Toby! Seriously child, I don't know what your fetish is with the English but if I hear you utter those words again…" she warned.

Sighing Toby hung his head his piece of fruit forgotten. "It's not fair!"

"Oh, I hope you learn like Sarah did at your age; life isn't fair."

"Yeah, says who?"

"Toby, don't talk to your mother that way!" Robert said. "You're definitely Sarah's brother alright," he muttered under his breath.

"Which means that we got the traits from you," Toby sneered.

"Tobias Brian Williams! Go pack your bag this instant!" Karen exclaimed pointing up stairs.

"And if I don't?" Karen fixed him with a stare causing him to fidget and gulp. Turning around he raced up the stairs to his room. Once there he grabbed a duffel bag and just grabbed whatever clothes he saw and tossed them in. Throwing in his deodorant, a few other miscellaneous items, and Lancelot he sighed. "Man, now what am I going to do?"

"Hustle, hustle Toby; we're leaving!" he heard his mother up the stairs. Groaning he zipped up the bag and tossed it over his shoulder walking away from his room with a slouch. Once in the car he pulled his CD player and popped in a random CD turning the volume as high as he could make while he stared out the window. Karen and Robert exchanged looks before staring back at the road and/or driving directions to Sarah's house.

Sarah had moved a lot after finishing high school to go to college and then finding places she could afford to live. She was a Broadway Star, or at least she tried to be. She had a few major roles but she hadn't quite so famous yet. She did have a mob of Fanboys though that went to every show she was in even if it was just an extra. Sarah had been so happy when he mother had come to one of her shows when she was the lead. Sarah lived in New York and her mother had as well before she and her boyfriend moved to the country side. Toby had gone to a few showings but stopped when he made new friends and they began to hang out all the time.

One day, when Sarah had been visiting, Toby and his friends had been in the basement smoothing weed for the first time. Sarah came back earlier from shopping, picking Toby up a bag of peaches to her utter disgust along with a few other things, and smelt smoke, and another smell she hope she was wrong about, and found Toby and his friends. Growling she forced his friends to leave and gave Toby an earful. Of course Toby grew sick and puked his guts out so Sarah promised she wouldn't tell their parents if he never did it again. It was a promise. When Karen and Robert came home Sarah had already cleared and covered up the air and freshened up Toby.

But there were days when Sarah wasn't around and little Tobias would do things he wasn't supposed to.

Toby wasn't a bad kid; he just got into the wrong crowds a lot. He envied Sarah for her ability to be so strong and mature while at the same time have a heart of gold and have the ability to dream and believe in magic. He would never admit to his friends for they would laugh at him but he believed in the unbelievable. He actually came to think that his P.E. teacher was an orc in a formal life while his science teacher had been a troll. He half believed in that story Sarah had read and acted out to him in his childhood. Ah, the simple life.

But no matter how much he loved Sarah he didn't want to do visit her. He was angry at his parents for taking him fun away and making him stay with his sister. He was old enough where he didn't need a babysitter. Heck, when Sarah was his age she baby-sitter him all by herself. He hated being treated like a child. Sarah always treated him like that. She may not try to but she did; she treated him like a little kid. Toby didn't even entertain the thought that she was fourteen years older than him and to her he would always be her kid brother.

Growling Toby repositioned his body as he slumped against the door watching the scenery go by. They would soon be there and Toby showed his indignant displeasure by scowling the entire time. "Do I have to stay with Sarah? I'm old enough to watch myself."

"Toby, you're only Fifteen-years-old," Karen began.

"Sarah watched me by herself when she was my age!" Toby interrupted.

"And I don't think you are quite mature enough to watch yourself," she finished as she hadn't heard Toby's outburst.

"Sarah wasn't mature when she watched me," Toby grumbled crossing his arms over his chest.

"And looked what happened to you," Robert said.

"Real funny dad," he glowered.

As they approached Sarah's studio apartment Toby groaned. Maybe Sarah would understand and let him go with his friends. He could call them and have them pick him up and maybe he could bum some money off of her favorite sister. Sarah would understand that her little brother wanted to hang out with friends and go to a concert and not be stuffed inside an apartment all month.

Sarah came out of the apartment with a huge smile on her face waving excitedly. "Hi!" She opened Toby's door as soon as the car stopped. "Hey lil' bro'," she grinned. She ignored the look on his face as she moved to hug Karen. "Hey Kare Bear," she laughed hugging her stepmother she loved as if she had given birth to her. She moved around to her father and hugged him tightly as well. "Hey daddy," she smiled.

"Okay Toby, you be a good boy with your sister," Robert said as he shifted gears.

"And eat all your vegetables," Karen added.

Toby rolled his eyes as he stood next to Sarah. They waved goodbye, Sarah a little bit too excited Toby thought, as the car pulled out and then headed inside. "So Tobes, how about a movie or something?" Sarah asked they walked up the path. Toby just looked at her and then sighed walking in the apartment. "O-K then."

Sitting down to a nice dinner Sarah smiled at her kid brother. "Anything interesting happen to you lately? Were you recruited by a king to rescue a damsel in distress from a ferocious fire breathing dragon?" Toby just stared up at her with a slightly irritated look on his face. This was the game they played all the time when they got together. Sarah would asked all kinds of ridicules Fairy Tale things asking what Toby had been doing lately and what was going on in his life. "No? Well, did you swim across the pacific ocean looking for Atlantis?" A stare before Toby went back to his plate. "Hmmm, did you--"

"Sarah I'm gonna go to a concert, can I bum some cash," Toby interrupted.

Sarah blinked in surprise at him while his words registered. "Toby, I promised Dad and Kari-mama I'd watch you. And I know they know nothing about any concert. I'm sorry but I can't allow you to go," Sarah stated firmly.

"What?" Toby exclaimed. "You can't tell me what to do!"

"You are in my care for the month Toby and I cannot allow you to go. I am sorry."

"Like hell you are!"

"Toby, watch your mouth!" Sarah exclaimed. "You're still a child!"

"I'm not a kid anymore Sarah, I'm a grown boy!" Toby yelled jumping up from his chair.

"Exactly, a boy!" Sarah yelled jumping up as well. "You are not going and that's final!"

Growling Toby glared at her before storming out the house. Sarah scowled after him. Letting out a humph she fell back onto her chair with her arms crossed. There was no way she was letting her little brother go out to some concert, especially when he needed to "bum some cash". If he wanted/needed money he needed to work for it. If he wanted any kind of privileges he needed to earn them instead of acting like some spoiled child. Sarah then widened her eyes in surprise before a soft smile rested on her lips. She had been the same way at his age. Now, at Twenty-nine, she had grownup and earned her money and expenses with her job as an actress. But, waiting inside, was her youth. She would never forget that day when she knew she had to grow up and learn to put others before herself. She had Him to thank for it, as much as she despised thinking so.

Looking after Toby Sarah rolled her head up to the ceiling. "Thanks, but no thanks," she said sarcastically. She didn't need Toby learning the way she did.

Outside Toby was sitting on the curb with his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees. Sighing he stared off into the sky. It wasn't fair! He couldn't believe his sister! She was supposed to be cool with him but she was acting like his parents. She and he had always been so close but now she was making him suffer. His friends would think of him as a child again and laugh and ridicule him. Sighing his head dropped from his hands as he hunched over. The wind rustled through his head as if beckoning for him to runaway with it but he fought it. He often used to run with the wind as a little boy and even as he grew older. Wherever the wind took him he ran and he would not return home 'til hours later. But now, now he would run later, the wind could wait. Letting out another sigh he stood and walked back inside.

Sarah was in the kitchen area with a kettle on the stove. Soon it began to whistle and Sarah pulled it off. Toby watched in silence as Sarah poured the steamy contents into two mugs and carry them to the table. She was quiet the entire time as if she hadn't realized Toby had come in and even with her mug in her hands she just stared off at the wall not seeing it.

"Sarah?" Toby asked softly.

Sarah's head whipped around to look at him. A smile crossed her face. "Oh, Toby; I didn't hear you come in. Come take a seat." Toby did as he was told and as he sat down he saw that inside the mug was Hot Cocoa. "Toby, I'm sorry for before. I didn't mean to yell at you," she said softly looking down at her own mug.

"I'm sorry to." In a moment of silence Toby's spirit lifted. "Does this mean I can go to the concert with my friends?"

"We'll see," Sarah replied.

Toby knew that tone of voice; it meant "No". But he could tell that Sarah's mind was elsewhere and he figured that in the morning he could make her see to reason that he was a growing boy and needed to be with his friends and have fun. So he kept his quiet and would wait for morning. With a small smile he drunk his drink and got up. "Washington or Eagles?" Toby asked pulling out a quarter from his pocket.

"Owls," Sarah breathed distracted.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"What? Oh," Sarah blushed. "I mean Eagles."

Nodding Toby flipped the quarter in the air and caught it placing it on the opposite hand. Peering down at it he shrugged. "Eagles; you win." Sarah nodded putting her still full mug in the sink and going to the bathroom to change for bed. Toby meanwhile grabbed the bedding by the table and made his bed on the couch. Every time he slept over at her house they would flip a coin and the winner got the bed. Grabbing his own clothes out of his bag after Sarah left the bathroom and climbed in bed Toby went and changed. When he came back Sarah was already asleep. Climbing into "bed" Toby closed his eyes and fell asleep.

That night he had another dream. At first he thought it was a memory from when Sarah would tell him their favorite story using them as the characters but he knew that this particular moment was not something she told him because he had told her. But in the dream he wasn't telling it; he was living it.

Toby was in the center of a room in the center of a pit. He was surrounded by goblins. And he was crying. Before him was the man who thought too much of himself; the Goblin King in all his irritated glory. Suddenly he got up and started to sing and dance though; a song he made up just for Toby.

"You remind me of the babe," the Goblin King said.

"What babe?" asked a goblin.

"The babe with the power."

"What power?" another goblin asked.

"The power of voodoo."

"Who do?" asked yet another goblin.

"You do."

"Do what?" another goblin.

"Remind me of the babe."

The goblins laughed.

"Quiet!" The goblins froze. "A goblin babe." He then began laughing. After a moment he stopped and looked around him at the confused goblins. "Well?" And then the goblins began laughing. Toby watched with interest. He enjoyed this song. It seemed so familiar so he guessed he had this dream before. The Goblin King and goblins sang and soon Toby was dancing with them with goblins holding onto him so he could stand…he was a baby yet again. Then the Goblin King grabbed him and started dancing with him swinging him around and throwing him up in the air. Dream Toby laughed.

And the dreaming Toby hummed along to his dream ever so softly with a small smile upon his lips.

I think that quite enough. (Grins evilly) I will give you two options. Either have nice medium sized chapter that might take me a while to do and have Jareth show up soon after…or have a small, and I mean small, chapter with Jareth in the chapter after that. You decide. (Grins evilly…again) The clock is ticking and your time is running out and if I don't feel satisfied that the majority wants a certain choice in a certain amount of time then I will draw out Jareth's debut for…oh, say…ten chapters. Have a nice day.