Disclaimer: I won't say it. Nope. No way, no how. (Pause) Fine, I don't own Labyrinth…yet.

Sarah squinted at him. "Eh…uh…huh?" Shaking her head she smiled dumbly at him. "Why, it's you, silly!" she laughed.

Sarah's laughter stopped as her head slumped down as if she had fallen asleep. Then her head shot back up a moment later and her eyes held a confused look in them. Sarah's muddled mind was clearing up. "I feel as if someone just gave me a Roofie or something," she moaned holding her head in her hands. She looked up and saw an utterly confused Goblin King staring at her with a raised eyebrow. She then remembered the tea thing he had given her. "While it is completely possible I doubt they have those in the Underground," she mused to herself. She eyes Jareth critically before shaking her head and clicking her tongue to the roof of her mouth several times. "And if there is I'm suing."

"I have no idea what this 'roofie', or 'suing' for this matter, is but that is entirely off the subject," Jareth announced. "What do you mean you see me as a little boy?" And why do I see you as a little girl?

After another moments pause Sarah shrugged leaning back. "That tea you gave me both cleared and distorted my thoughts and pieces of visions floated before my conscious and it was of you, except as a child. I was there too."

Jareth thought he knew what this meant but he didn't want to be wrong if he voiced it. So, instead, he called upon Gavrillian. After a few moments she walked through the doors meekly. "G-go-good morning Your Highness," she smiled nervously. She looked over at Sarah and swallowed.

Sarah on the other hand stared at her with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"Ha-ha!" Sarah giggled as she ran through the corridors of the Castle. She had on a light violet dress that stopped at her ankles with bare feet and bare arms. Her dark hair, hair she inherited from her mortal mother, was tied back with a matching violet ribbon. Her flashing green eyes sparkled with amusement. She was being chased by Jareth again and at the moment she had lost him. She grinned as she turned the corner but ran straight into something, which was really someone. "Oof!" Sarah breathed nearly falling back but steadying herself just in time. She looked up at whop she had run into and smiled. "Good morning Gavy," she smiled innocently.

"Don't 'Gavy' me little lady," the healer shook her head. "Are you and the little Prince at it again? Be careful my little Sarah; the King is marching about inspecting everything before the ball."

"You know me Gavrillian," Sarah said smiling.

"That's exactly what I'm worried about."

Sarah pouted. "Gee, thanks a lot!" But a smile grew on her face. "Mam and Da want to know if that ointment is ready yet, by the way."

"You can tell them it is. I'll bring it by later before you leave for the party," the elf told her looking through her notes she was carrying. "Now go scamper off. I think I hear Jareth coming," she smiled.

Sarah grinned and took off running again.

Sarah's face looked very similar to those goldfish you see in pet shops with their mouth opening and closing...opening and closing…opening and closing...and so on. The elf stood staring at her knowing that a memory of her was being displayed. Sarah was about to say something when the rest of the memory played out.

Sarah was running giggling as she did so and looked back every once in a while to make sure Jareth wasn't catching up. But as she was looking back one time he stepped out from around a bend and stood with his fists plated on his hips and his feet spaced out. "Hah!" he exclaimed triumphantly, that is, until Sarah ran into him unable to stop. They rolled around on the stone floor fighting for supremacy trying to get on top of the other. It was a game they did so often since they could remember and was a game they would continue to do even after they had grown older. But like it had always panned out, and always would pan out, Sarah won pinning Jareth down.

"I win again Faery boy," she grinned. There was a clearing of a throat above them and Sarah saw the boots that were unmistakable. "I mean…cute, adorable little prince," she said again innocently with a wide smile on her face. She looked up to the towering Goblin King. "Good morning Your Majesty."

The King of the Goblins sighed shaking his head. "Again? Honestly son, when are you ever going to learn to stop picking fights with our Lady Sarah here?" He shook his head again. "Do me a favor and don't hurt him…too much. He does have to be intact for the ball. I do expect you two to be on your best behavior tonight. I would hate to send you to the Bog." Both Fae children blanched even though they knew he was joking. "Well, until then." And then Jareth's father left them with their victory/failure.

"Faery boy," Sarah said again once the King was out of earshot.

Sarah giggled. "You're such a loser." She blinked her smile failing. "I mean…" She blinked again and looked to the elf. "Good morning…Gavrillian," she finished uneasily.

Jareth stood up looking from one woman to the other. "So it's true," he breathed. He saw glimpses of the memory dealing him and Sarah but it was still hazy; his own tea was wearing off.

When Gavrillian didn't say anything Sarah spoke up. "Gavy, speak now or I swear that on my father's grave no ounce of immortality will save you," she nearly growled.

"But, I thought your father was still alive," Jareth said in confusion.

"Oh, do shut up," Sarah rolled her eyes. "Damn technicalities."

'Breathe in, breathe out,' Sarah mentally said as her closed eyelids fluttered. She was on her balcony moving to Tai Chi to balance herself. So many strange things had happened and she was wondering if it were all a dream. Maybe she was still lying in bed waiting for headaches to assault her. Or maybe that had been a dream too and she was still fifteen and still hated her little brother. But she couldn't even think of hating him anymore. 'Oh Toby, are you okay?' She wished she knew how Toby was. 'In, out. One two three four five six seven,' she counted breathing in for seven seconds, holding the air in her lungs for seven seconds, and slowly letting it out for seven seconds. She and Jareth had talked to Gavrillian and it turned out that Sarah did indeed live over a thousand years ago in the Underground as a friend to Jareth. But that was all she would tell them; they had to find out the rest themselves. And if they didn't, they died. 'Breathe in, breathe out.' What fun. So she had Jareth had sessions where they would try to remember more about their past and why they forgot. But in two days she would have to go to this dinner party at Jareth's parent's castle. Oh, the joy, 'In, out. I wonder how his parent's will react. Concentrate! Breathe in, out.'

Sarah did her meditating for a few hours until it was around a few hours after lunchtime. When it was evening and the sun was lowering with its last rays gracing the horizon Sarah and Jareth would begin their first session. Sarah had no idea what was going to happen.

She had wandered around her room after she had ushered Jareth and Gavril out and found a closet/dressing room, a washroom, the balcony, and a little sitting room with a small garden and glass walls (more like a greenroom than a sitting room really). She had taken a bath and changed into comfortable clothes, which had been provided for her, and went to meditate. After settling down from her meditation she went to the greenroom and sat in a white wicker chair curled up in a ball looking out of one of the windows. She found that the sitting/greenroom was a joint one and was shared with other rooms. The only other person in one of the rooms was Gavrillian but at the moment Sarah was all by herself. Or at least, she was.

"Greetings Sarah," Gavrillian said as she walked in through her own door. She was still a bit timid not sure she was safe around this mortalized version of her little Sarah. She was amazed that she still had the same name but figured it was part of the magic that brought her back in the first place. She sat down in a chair opposite her.

"Gavril, was I happy here?"

Thrown off by this question it took a moment for Gavrillian to realize what was being asked and to answer back. "Who wouldn't be? It's wonderful down here. You can feel the very air pulsing with magic and everyday you see something new. Anything could happen down here."

Sarah nodded standing up. "But was I happy?"

"Why do you ask?"

Sarah was facing away from the healer staring out one of the windows. "Did I ever laugh for no reason at all? Did I play and roughhouse and make-believe like all children do? Did I have friends I told everything to and favorite places I showed no one else? Did I smile all the time?" Sarah turned around now to stare at her. "Was I happy?"

A small, soft smile graced the elf's lips as she stood up and glided over to the mortal that wasn't quite a mortal placing her hands on the side of her shoulders. "Oh, dear Sarah, you were the happiest little girl anyone ever saw." Or at least you were until HE showed up. "You laughed for no reason, which usually started up the goblins causing you to laugh even more. You played and roughhoused and made-believe all the time, mostly with young Jareth. You befriended everyone but your closest one was our Jareth, to whom you told everything." Well, everything except one, small, little thing. "And, like now, you loved the Labyrinth. You smiled all the time." Until HIM. "You were truly happy my little Fae." Gavril bent her head and kissed Sarah on top of hers. "Now, I believe Jareth is waiting for you my dear."

Sarah nodded a bit dumbfounded and walked numbly out leaving a wistfully smiling elf behind. A thought rang out in her head, not the playing with Jareth that she should have expected, but the thought of the Labyrinth. Oh, the Labyrinth! Now that Sarah had had time to think of it by herself she realized that she had deeply missed the Labyrinth. Not just for the story and adventure she had as a fifteen-year-old girl or the friends she made from it, but missed the Labyrinth itself. Not had she made friends from it, she felt as if she made a friend in it. She found comfort in thinking of the Labyrinth and couldn't wait 'til she could see it fully again. Maybe she might come across her old friends as well! Oh, right now she didn't care if it were the Bog of Eternal Stench; she just wanted to see the Labyrinth again!

"Sarah," Jareth smiled.

Sarah snapped back to the present realizing that she was in a type of study place. She looked around before resting her eyes on Jareth. "Good Evening Your Majesty."

His eyebrow quirked. "Come now, why so formal? Apparently we have been life-long friends," he smirked.

"Oh, joy," the brunette replied sarcastically rolling her eyes. She didn't know why but every minute she was down here she started acting more and more childish. 'Must be the magic and, well, I guess I'm remembering my childhood. It's not very often someone finds a way into another world.'

"I hope you are not too disappointed in your room. I know it is small but on such short notice it was all I could come up with. You must understand that I am getting a much larger room made out for you, my dear." Jareth walked over to Sarah and motioned out the door. "Shall we?"

"Small? That room is almost as large as my house!" Sarah replied in awestruck.

"Yes, you did grow up in a rather small house didn't you?" His clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "No matter. Come; let's go to a light dinner before our…meeting with memories."

Sarah was still a little struck to reply so simply allowed the King to take her hand and lead her to the dining hall. When they arrived Sarah felt utterly underdressed. The room was vast and a table that seemed to fit a hundred people, if not more, stood in the circular room. The floor was made of white marble with shots of black and the table and chairs looked like they were made from Redwoods. There was a long crimson red carpet that ran the whole length of the table with matching tapestries embroidered with simmering jewels and with Celtic-looking designs done in black velvet. She then noticed that Jareth was wearing black pants (tight as always she noted) with a crimson red waistcoat (that was tight as well!) that seemed to shimmer black in certain light and crushed velvet boots and matching gloves that looked the color of dried blood. His shirt was pure white which was ruffled down the chest (always with the ruffles!) and wrists. She suddenly felt very self-conscious in her faded gray loose pants and shirt.

"I hope you're hungry," the Goblin King smiled leading her to a chair by the head of the long table. The head chair looked similar to a throne, which of course Jareth sat in after seating Sarah.

"Do you always dress to match your dining room?" Sarah asked looking from his clothing to the décor.

"Actually, it dresses to match me." Sarah looked at him before shrugging. "Whatever." She looked down at her clothing again and then to the crystal candlesticks and cups and plates and chandelier and pretty much everything else really. "If I had known that dinner would be this fancy I would have seen if there was anything else to wear in that room," she muttered under her breath.

"Would you like a change of clothes Sarah?" Jareth asked but before the poor girl could answer he was already clapping his hand calling upon a servant. Sarah thought it would be another elf like Gavril but it was just a goblin. Now that she thought about it Gavril, the King, and herself were the only non-goblins she had seen in the castle.

"King?" the goblin asked bowing deeply.

"Take Lady Sarah to the healer's room; there should be a dress there for her. And be quick about it."

The goblin nodded and nearly pulled Sarah out of her chair taking her back down the direction she had been only moments ago. "Well, if I had known I would be coming back to m room area I never would have left," she muttered. Before she knew it she was on the inside of a room similar to hers except it was done in indigo and violet. Gavril was standing at her vanity finishing applying the Underground version of make-up to her face. Her white hair was piled up with a few tendrils curving to her face and a silvery glitter make-up was applied to her eyes, cheeks, and lips, which glittered to other colors in different light. Her dress was a simple but elegant white one that seemed to be based loosely on her healer robes.

"Sarah, you're dress is ready. Come on," the elf smiled.

And, again, before Sarah knew it she was walking back into the dining hall. She scowled as she looked down at her yellow dress that was similar to Gavrillian's if a bit more elaborated.

Sarah scowled down at her dress as she walked into the waiting room. Oh, how she would get that little prince back! Yellow! He did it just to spite her! She had every intention of strangling that twit as soon as she saw him. The dress was poofy and looked like it was plastic stopping at her ankles where her similar slippers could be seen. Her make-up was done to go along with the dress and her hair looked like it was matted with ivy and spider webs growing in it. Yes, Sarah would indeed kill Jareth. (Referral to Ch. 2)

Sarah winced as the pain of the memory flashed by. Her tea, which she swore had some kind of Date-Rape in it, had already worn off and her head was swimming. Sarah sat down at her seat again and rubbed her temples careful not to mess up her hair or make-up.

"Are you alright dear?" Gavril asked sitting across from her. Jareth watched with apprehensive eyes.

"Yeah," she groaned. "But my head is killing me. Jareth, do you have any more of that Roofie Tea you gave me?"

Jareth and Gavril exchanged looks. "I don't know Sarah. Maybe you should try the other tea," Gavril said.

"But my head hurts really bad. Please, I don't think the other tea will work good enough. These dang-blasted memories of your childhood (and my past life?) are driving me insane."

"If your head is hurting as bad as you say it is then we do not want you to suffer. We will get you some tea." Jareth said. "And it isn't called 'Roofie Tea'; it is called 'Anduilleaf'. We'll have some made. But not until our session. I'll have to drink some then too. We'll have the other made for now." And so he clapped his hands again and a few moments later another goblin came out with what looked like a Vikings mug with frothing tea. It bent low and handed the mug to its King who in turn handed it to Sarah.

"I thought the tea had to be made with magic?" she inquired confused.

"The Anduilleaf tea requires a special magic while this other just a pinch of magic dust is suffice. Drink up."

Sarah nodded and took a sip. It didn't taste like the Anduilleaf tea she had drunk before but tickled her nose. It also didn't leave a fire in the pit of her stomach. It was soothing but not as much as the other. But it would help her headache for now.

Well now, that was interesting. I wrote bits and chunks of this story at different times so it may not flow so smoothly at places but at least I updated! Now, be a dear and review please. (Smiles) I'll love you forever if you do. (Bats eyelashes) And, who could this guy be that Gavy kept talki-, er, thinking about? Oh, and I like pickles.