Title: The Listian Mother Chronicle

Fandom: Labyrinth

Stars: Jareth, Fate, and Henrietta

Summary: A Listian wishes her mother away. Boy, J is in for some fuuuun.

Disclaimer: Recognizable ones don't belong to me. Henrietta doesn't belong to

me, 'cause she's my mother. Fate belongs to me, because she frickin' IS me.

Author's Note (READ): A Listian is a Labyrinth fan on e-mail lists, for those who don't know.

Title: The Listian Mother Chronicle

Author: Queen Serenity

Fandom: Labyrinth

Chapter: One – But I Thought It Was a Sock!

Jareth was sitting on his throne when a red-headed, green-eyed woman who looked to be in her late fourties dropped down in the middle of the floor of the throne room. He looked at the woman, rolled his eyes, and sighed. "Great, just what I need. Well, she can't be as bad as Fate says. That be would be quite impossible." He cleared his throat. "Welcome to my castle, Henrietta."
Henrietta got to her feet slowly, eyes surveying the room. They fell on Jareth and narrowed. Walking to him, Henrietta pulled her fist back and punched him with everything she had.
Jareth reeled back, holding his bloodied nose. "WHAT IN BLOODY HELL WAS THAT FOR?!"
Henrietta cursed and shook her now-sore hand. "Damn. I guess you ARE real. But is THIS?!" She proceeded to deliver a swift kick to the... ahem... well... package.
Jareth let out a very un-kingly wail as he held himself. "W-, why?" His voice came out as barely a squeak.
"I thought it was a sock!"
Jareth was indignant. "Well, it's NOT!" He finally composed himself.

Henrietta rolled her eyes. "This has gotta be a dream. Labyrinth is just a stupid movie that my daughter's obsessed with and you're just an ugly fictional character with bad teeth!"

At this, Jareth looked angry for a moment before his trademark smirk came over his face. "No, you're wide awake. Let's just say that Jim Henson owed me a favor."

"What in Hell am I doing here?!"

"Your daughter, Lady Fate, wished you away."

"What kind of dumb name is that? I don't have a daughter with that name."

"You know her as Molly, I know her as Fate."

Henrietta's brow furrowed. "You know her as – WAIT JUST ONE SECOND! How the fuck do you know my daughter?! My 16-year-old daughter, I should say!"

Jareth smiled mischievously. "I sincerely hope you don't expect me to answer that..."

"YOU'D BETTER ANSWER ME, YOU LITTLE-"
Jareth interrupted her here, a smirk on his face. "Let's just say I know exactly what her room looks like..."
Henrietta's face was turning an odd shade of red-violet with rage. Slowly, she began to advance towards Jareth. At this, Jareth smirked again before speaking. "I have some business which I must attend to. I will return later." He tossed a few crystals onto a rug on the floor. "If you need anything, you need simply to think of it while rubbing one of my balls."
Henrietta's jaw dropped, a blush replacing the angry look. Jareth rolled his eyes. "So that's where she gets it. I was talking about the CRYSTAL balls!" He gestured at them, then disappeared, spraying Henrietta with glitter."
Henrietta composed herself while muttering, "He's gotta be gay". She made a digusted face, looking around in disdain.