Disclaimer: Lawyers? I laugh in the face of lawyers! Then I run and hide until they go away.  I don't own Labyrinth or anything associated with it. All I own is myself, my imagination, and the mutant Hell Bunnies…but don't tell them I said that, 'cause they'll try to hurt me (looks around nervously)…(shrugs)…(continues typing).

A/N: Buenas tardes! I'm baaack! Did you miss me?...Sorry it took so long to get this chapter posted…there were some problems concerning the availability of a computer. Oh, well. Enjoy!

Back to You

Chapter Two-Your Mother's Name

"You know what I wish?" asked Annabel suddenly.

"What?" said Sarah.

"I wish that I could go visit the Underground. Right now."

There was a flash of light and a clap of thunder, and she was gone.

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Jareth had just finished his breakfast and was in the middle of reading a book that covered the history of the Labyrinth when lightening flashed, thunder clapped, and a young human girl appeared about twelve feet away from him. He gazed at her for a moment, watching as she glanced around the room.

"I must say," he said, making her jump, "You're probably the earliest wish-away that I've ever had."

She stared at him, her eyes wide, "Wh-where am I?"

"You don't know?" Jareth asked in an amused tone.

Annabel thought for a moment before realization lit up her face, "I'm in the Underground, aren't I?"

"Yes, you are. And, if I might add, at a very early hour."

She looks familiar, thought Jareth as he studied her a bit more closely.

"I'm really here," Annabel whispered softly to herself.

"Are you surprised?" asked Jareth. "After all, you did say the words required to get you here. Still, I've never had anyone wish themselves to the Underground."

Annabel looked at him for a moment, "Who are you?"

Jareth smirked, "Guess."

She studied him for a moment, thinking over all of the possibilities.

He's not a goblin, she thought to herself, and he's way too big to be a fairy or a pixie. There can't be very many possibilities. Think! C'mon, Annabel, you've read the story enough times. You should know this!

She looked at him for a moment, and then it hit her.

"You're him, aren't you? You're the Goblin King!"

"Very good!" he said sarcastically, laughing.

"Hmm. I guess the story's description of you was correct," said Annabel, her hands on her hips.

"How is the story's description of me correct?" he asked her lightly.

"You are arrogant."

Annoyance flashed in Jareth's eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. Memories had flashed through his mind when the girl had said 'You're him, aren't you? You're the Goblin King!' They were the exact same words Sarah had used almost sixteen years ago.

"Sarah," he whispered, his heart aching.

"What was that?" came the girl's voice, breaking through his thoughts.

Jareth looked at her, "What is your name, girl?"

She stared at him, "Why should I tell you?"

"Unless you wish to be called 'girl' from now on, I suggest you tell me your name."

"It's Annabel," she said, her irritation showing.'

"You don't have a last name?" asked Jareth, his eyebrows raised.

Annabel sighed, "Williams. My last name is Williams."

Alarm bells rang throughout Jareth's head. He knew the name Williams. He knew it very well, thanks to someone he had met years ago.

That's why she looks so familiar! he thought. It all makes sense! Everything about them is similar. The hair, the eyes, the lips, the skin…the attitude. They're all so alike.

"What is your mother's name?" he asked Annabel suddenly.

"W-what?"

"What is your mother's name?" Jareth asked again with some impatience.

"Why do you want to know-"

"Is your mother's name Sarah Williams?" he interrupted her, urgency filling his voice.

Annabel stared at him, slightly unnerved by his tone.

"Yes."

That single word sent Jareth reeling. He leaned back in his throne, his face pale. He couldn't believe it. He was crushed.

"Sarah," he whispered again. Annabel stared at him, confused by his reaction.

How does he know my mom? she wondered.

Jareth looked up suddenly.

"Hoggle!" he shouted, making Annabel flinch.

"Yes, Your Majesty?" asked a timid-looking dwarf, walking into the room.

"Please escort Miss Williams to her room."

"Miss Williams, Your Highness?"

"Yes, Hoggle. Miss Williams."

The dwarf looked shocked, "Y-you mean…Is she-"

"Yes, Higgle. Her name is Annabel Williams, and she is, apparently, the daughter of Sarah Williams." When Jareth said this, it seemed like the light in his eyes dimmed.

"Wait a minute!" yelled Annabel, her temper finally getting the better of her. "I'm not going anywhere until someone tells me what's going on!"

Jareth and Hoggle both turned to look at her. Jareth seemed surprised by her outburst, but in a slightly dazed way.

"How do you know my mother?" she continued, directing her anger towards Jareth.

Jareth looked at her for a moment longer, and then turned to Hoggle, "Prepare for a second arrival, Hogwart."

Hoggle's eyes grew wide as he stammered, "Y-yes, Your Majesty."

The Goblin King turned back to Annabel, a fierce light glowing in his mis-matched eyes.

"Do you know where your mother is right now?"

"Probably at home," Annabel said, beginning to get suspicious.

He turned his attention to his right hand, which Annabel now realized was facing palm-up.

And holding a crystal, she thought.

As Annabel looked on, a picture began to form inside the crystal. At first it was blurry, but as the seconds ticked by it became more and more distinct.

"Why are you spying on my mother?" Annabel asked Jareth stiffly, her protective instincts going into overload.

"Valetra!" Jareth yelled, his voice echoing in the empty room.

"You called, Majesty?"

Annabel spun around to face whoever it was who had spoken. She was surprised when she saw that the speaker was not a dwarf, but a goblin.

Then again, she thought to herself, this is the castle beyond the Goblin City. It only makes sense that the servants here would be goblins.

"It's very rude to stare, you know," said the goblin, looking directly at Annabel.

Annabel blinked, and then realized what the goblin – Annabel believed it was a female – had said. "I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I didn't mean to stare at you. I was just lost in thought, and I forgot what was happening."

"If you're done with your little conversation," Jareth broke in, getting their attention, "There is something I would like to discuss with you, Valetra."

Valetra gave her king a harsh look before answering, "Well? What is it you wish to discuss?"

Jareth glared at her. "First of all, you would do well to show more respect when in the presence of your king," he growled. "Secondly, I need you to take this girl to the rooms that have been prepared for her."

Valetra stayed right were she was, knowing that there was more to come.

"I will be making a brief trip to the Aboveground, and while I'm gone I need someone to watch her and make sure she stays out of trouble."

"I will watch the child for you, Your Majesty."

"Thank you, Valetra." Turning to Annabel, he said, "You would do well to stay out of trouble while I am gone." He waited expectantly for her response, but she just stood there, glaring at him. Jareth stood and walked over to where Valetra and Annabel stood. He crouched down so that he was at eye level with Valetra and whispered something in her ear. He stood up and, looking down at her, asked, "Do you understand?"

Valetra nodded gravely, "Yes, my lord."

Jareth took another step back and, in a flash of light, he was gone, leaving behind a slight breeze and a swirling cloud of glitter.

Sarah sat at her daughter's vanity, staring at her reflection and trying to decide whether she should try to call Hoggle or not. Shaking her head, she decided against it. In the past sixteen years she had tried to call upon her friends more times than she could remember. It had never worked. Sighing, Sarah stood up and walked out of Annabel's room, down the hall, and into her own room. She kneeled down next to the chest that was positioned at the foot of her bed and opened it. For a few moments Sarah was forced to rummage around before finally coming across what she was looking for.

"It's been a long time since I've seen this old thing," she said to herself. In her hands she held a book with a dark red cover that was worn with use. The title was printed on the top of the front cover in gold leaf.

"Labyrinth," whispered Sarah. She ran her finger across the title, a look of fondness on her face. Her mother had given her the book as a gift for her eleventh birthday, and she had read it so much that she knew the entire story by heart. Sarah was brought out of her reverie by the sound of movement (A/N: you know you wanted me to say "music" instead of "movement".) downstairs.

What now? she wondered to herself. I know I locked all of the doors and windows last night, and the security alarm didn't go off, so it can't be a burglar.

She put the book down on her bed and walked out into the hallway, wondering what could possibly be downstairs. She quietly hurried down the steps, but stopped when she reached the first floor. Waiting for a moment, she then headed down the hallway towards the living room.

That's where the noise is coming from, she thought with certainty.

Sarah paused before turning the corner that connected the living room to the hallway. Taking a breath she took the last few steps into the living room. What she saw there made her freeze.

"Jareth." It was all she could say before her voice left her completely.

He turned a cold, calculating gaze on her, "Hello, Sarah."

Tears welled in her eyes and spilled over. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She ran towards Jareth and flung her arms around him, holding on as tightly as she possibly could.

"Jareth!" she cried, her voice muffled by his shirt.

He stared down at her, his feelings at war with each other. Part of him rejoiced at seeing her again and never wanted to let her go, while the other part of him wanted to hate her for betraying him.

Grasping her shoulders, he moved her away from him. Ignoring her look of surprise, he said, "We need to go."

He grasped her hand and created a crystal with his other hand. There was a brief pause, and then he smashed the crystal on the ground in front of them, transporting them directly to the castle beyond the Goblin City.

A/N: Hello, my pretties! First if all, to all of the people I told I would get this chapter out earlier, I'm sorry I was late. I really didn't get a chance to post because we don't have the internet at my house…I know! I live in the Stone Age! (Lol!) So I have to wait 'till I have time at school, or 'till I'm at the library, to post and check my e-mails. Anyway, I really hope you liked this chapter…it's a bit longer than the others, but that's a good thing. Another good thing is cheese. I like cheese. And Greek food! (Especially dolmathes, saganaki - flaming cheese - , and that lemon/rice soup – if anybody knows what this is called, and tells me, I'll give you a special shout-out in the next chapter!) Anyway, you know the drill…Reviews! Lots of 'em! If you don't I'll let the Hell Bunnies out to get you! Mwah-ha-ha-haaa! Now, click the button!