A few corridors away from the throne room, the faint sound of jovial goblin laughter could be heard. Sarah walked towards the throne room. She didn't know why, but she needed to go there. Something felt…different, off. Not in a bad way, but something was up; she had to get to the throne room.

The warm glow of light cast beams upon the floor. Sarah smiled as the earthy smell of fresh straw filled her nose. Just then, the little hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She looked behind her.

Behind her was darkness. Or rather, nothing. Darkness was something, behind her was nothing, as if there was a boundary that couldn't be crossed. The world just…ended.

"I'm dreaming," she thought. She turned back towards the light.

She tentatively stepped into the throne room.

Before her was a merry scene. The goblins played almost gently on the floor. A few sat about the pit with their arms looped around each other, toasting tin mugs of frothy ale. The floor seemed cleaner than usual, and Jareth sat upon the throne.

Sitting at Jareth's right hand in an identical throne was Sarah.

Sarah gasped and looked down at herself; yes, she was still there. She placed her hands on her thighs to make sure she was solid and real—as real as you could be in a dream.

"If I'm here, then who is—" Sarah took a step back as she realized where she was.

This wasn't her dream.

"How can I be here?"

Sarah looked around; the throne room was tidy, as if it were an idealized version of itself. Sarah couldn't help but notice that the throne in which she—or rather, Dream Sarah—sat was the same size as Jareth's throne, not smaller or diminutive in any way. Dream Sarah was dressed in the white dress that she used to wear to the park whenever she played pretend or practiced lines.

Dream Sarah's hand was clasped tenderly in Jareth's own gloved hand. As Sarah looked upon the king's face, it took her a moment to figure out why the scene looked so odd.

The Goblin King was smiling.

It wasn't an evil grin nor a sarcastic smirk. The expression she had seen at their dream-wedding was faint, barely a smile. His laughs had always been villainous, and now before her was something completely different.

Jareth was grinning ear to hear. His head was tilted slightly as he watched the goblins play. He turned to Dream Sarah. He looked so peaceful, so content, so…happy.

She had never sent his side of him before; had she ever seen him truly, purely happy? His smile was beautiful, it was almost as if he were a different person than the Goblin King Sarah knew.

The smile disappeared from Jareth's face. His shoulders tensed and the vein in his neck bulged. He looked out at the goblins, searching for something. His gaze darted frantically around the room.

Then he looked directly at Sarah, his eyes locking onto hers.

"You," he whispered. As he stood up, the dream dissolved into darkness. Sarah felt like she was falling. Falling, falling, falling…

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Author's Note:

Thank you all so much for the continual support! The views, comments, follows and favorites all mean the world to me! This idea, or rather this picture, had been bouncing around my head for a while. The dream-realm plays a huge part in this story; it's where Jareth and the Labyrinth can gain access to Sarah; I figured it wasn't only a one-way street—although, Sarah didn't know that.

I'd like to say happy birthday and give a big shout-out to authoress smcandy! Check out her channel; I'm currently ghost-writing for her! She has some really unique ideas, plots, world-building, and imagery that I'm weaving into a story of angst and fantasy. Check out our Labyrinth the Return!