Chapter 2---- The Stalking Begins

'ello poppets, here is chapter 2! Aren't you glad? And no, I STILL don't own Labyrinth. I do, however, own the Wolf. Fear the Wolf. I also own any other characters not owned by Jim Henson and affiliates.

A month prior:

Jareth sat in his throne, glancing at a crystal. It was speaking to him, and telling him awful things.

Thing #1: His family was coming, to nag him for not being married. Gods dammit, I tried, but no, they didn't like her… just because she came from the Hypi Kingdom does not mean she is a barbarian!

Thing #2: the Wolf was coming, to poke fun at him for various reasons. Probably to collect some gambling money from him.

Thing #3: Sarah had a boyfriend. Oh for heaven's sake! Can't I get ONE woman who loves me, who is available, and who won't die immediately? I'm not sure if Sarah fits any of the above, but gods, I love her!

Thankfully, these were not in order. A wolf-man swaggered into the throne room. Most of the goblins scattered, so that you were actually able to see the floor for once. Jareth got that painful scent of nostalgia for a thing that has never happened. He was going to be remembering these moments for a long, long time.

"Greetings, O Fair and Wonderful Alpha Male of the Poor and Helpless Labyrinthine Creatures and those in Surrounding Counties, how are You today?"

"Oh, cut the dramatics, Wolf. What do you want?"

"A bet."

"Again?"

"Only if you accept it!"

Jareth sighed. One never could win with this one. "Fine, fine, what?"

The Wolf took on a different voice, more pompous and less Cockney.

"Well, it has come to be in my knowledge that you, my King, are in a rather tight spot. You are in love with a taken woman, and need to be gettin' hitched as soon as possible. Now, my proposition to you is: If I can get Sarah to marry you, before your parents come again, then will you finally let me go home to my sister?"

"Dear Wolf, I have never kept you from going."

"There is a surprisingly large bit of a puddle between here and the Nymphs."

"That is my problem, why?"

"Because you promised to provide a boat if I could get Sarah to come here in the first place."

"Oh for Odin's sake fine! I will, on my grave and before the gods, give you a boat if you can get Sarah to marry me. Now. What is the marker?"

"My paw print on the back of your throne. I never leave a marker unclean."

"Aye. Shake."

They shook.

And this is how it all began.