Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, but I do own Sara's lullaby, even though I wrote it in about five minutes.

"No, wait!"

Sara spun quickly from her place at the mirror, beseeching Agnes to stay with her as she waited for the unavoidable. Her cry rang loud through the room which suddenly wasn't as warm and inviting as before.

"Agnes?" she hissed to the empty room, which now seemed more like a prison.

Sara sighed and tiptoed quietly to one of the leather chairs, the train of her dress following behind her, putting her head in her hands, wondering what her fate would be.

'Well, you don't want him to think you're a coward, do you?'

With that thought, she composed herself and sat up straight and regal, her hands delicately folded on her lap, an expression of indifference plastered on her face, hiding her true emotion of utter terror.

The minutes ticked by on the hands of a large, imposing grandfather clock, a feature Sara had missed on her first glance of the room. Her deep brown eyes followed the miniscule movements of every second gone by, her dread rising with each tick.

Without warning, the room is plunged into a heavy darkness. Sara uttered a soft scream as the candles and the previously strong fire dissolved into nothing, the smoke rising and curling eerily to the ceiling.

Sara stood up and scurried over to the far corner of the room, abandoning her previous resolve of bravery hiding like a child, scolding herself for her behavior. She shivered with fear, waiting and praying for whatever was to come would finally just show its face.

Then, in her terror, her ears perceived a beautiful sound which warmed her completely as if she had sunk into a warm bath. She realized that this beautiful sound was singing a gorgeous melody, one she had not heard since her mother had used her last breath of air to comfort a weeping Sara.

The trees are swaying in the wind

In tune with your lullaby

The sun, it's glad to see you

To see your lovely smile

Tears of joy rose from her heart at the sound of this incomparable melody, encouraging her to close her eyes and spread her arms as if to fly towards the heavens. Sara disregarded the tears streaming down her face as she outstretched her arms and walked towards the voice which was now before her.

And when I've died and gone away

And my memory forgotten

Just know this, baby girl

Forever I will love you so

Sara wrapped her arms around the voice tightly, never wanting to let go of this wonderful feeling of security she had finally found. She nuzzled in closer; daring to let her fingers wander over the voice's back, running them through the long, soft hair.

Her eyes sprang open, the spell of the music broken to look up at the voice's face.

"Jareth!"

He grinned wickedly down at her and held her to him, the floor giving way as she struggled in anger to separate from him.

"...let me go…let…me…"

With a loud thud, Jareth landed on his feet, Sara in his arms, on the floor below. After she had taken a moment to regain her senses, Sara began to kick and squirm, demanding that he let her go.

"Put me down, you fiend! I am quite capable of walking on my own two feet!"

Jareth grinned at her once more and set her down gently.

"As you wish, my lady…"

Sara immediately stomped away from him, wishing desperately to hind her embarrassment.

"How dare you trick me like that!" she screamed, rounding on him accusingly, "that was a foul jest!"

Jareth stared at her in silence, as if fascinated by her daring to challenge him. He gave her an indulging smile and spoke to her in his most eloquent tongue.

"I am sorry, my lady, you will have to forgive me. My love for an entrance is great."

Sara turned on her heel so she wasn't facing him anymore; her previous tears threatening to return.

'How did he know mother's song?' she wondered to herself, carefully wiping her eyes and composing herself once more.

"It is alright, my lord," she said softly, fearful that her voice might quiver if she spoke any louder.

Jareth put a hand on her shoulder, one so strong that could surely rip her in two. It was not in a threatening way that he did this, but in one he hoped was a comfort to her.

"Come, you must be hungry. The goblins have prepared a feast in celebration of their new mistress."

Sara jerked herself out of her wandering mind and looked up at him. She realized with start his hand on her shoulder and stammered a quick reply.

"Oh, yes, of course,"

He gave her a curt nod and led her to a large set of oak double doors, his hand still on her shoulder. Sara shook with surprise at the sensation that had begun to spread throughout her body, originating from his surprisingly comforting hand.

She looked up at him once again as they moved closer and closer to the double doors and felt a surge of confidence as she somehow knew that he would let no hard befall her while she was with him.

'Maybe he isn't the ruthless king I thought he was…'

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