A/N: Uhm, hello all! I hope everyone is enjoying this, this is my first attempt at a Labyrinth fic, and I'm trying to keep it close to reality, because sometimes the scenes that people try to write introducing Jareth to Sarah's friends/family seem incredibly contrived and incredibly self-indulgent. Let me know if you like it... Or not... Your choice. I know this chapter is short, but I'm trying to sort out a part of the plot right now.

Sarah was in a little bit of a dilemma. How to return Finn's t-shirt without actually facing him. Sending it through the post seemed just way too impersonal after having sex with the man, and yet, she just didn't want to face her one-night stand.

She decided on the best course of action: do nothing. Not caring if it made her feel like a coward, she started in on her weekend plans. One full afternoon sitting inside the Century theatre watching old movies and eating as much popcorn she could fit in her stomachache without throwing up twice. Once was fine, twice was just a sign of gluttony.

Chomping through the buttery goodness, she watched Audrey Hepburn charm her way through Sabrina. This was what Sarah loved; losing herself in movies. It didn't truly matter which movies, she generally enjoyed all of them. And she indulged in this love one Saturday every month. It was in the darkness of the theater, all alone, when she felt like she was truly… at peace. She didn't have to worry about the outside world, she didn't have to think. Just feel.

Sarah sighed as she saw tears rolling down Audrey's flawless white cheek. It was going to be a good weekend. She reclined fully, reveling in the sheer comfort of her low slung track pants, and tank top. This was a bit of the fun of her movie days, wearing whatever suited her.

The theater was almost empty, which made her tense as she sensed someone sit down directly behind her. Out of politeness, and the fact that this person was sitting down in the middle of Sabrina, which in Sarah's books amounted to blasphemy, she refused to look back, and was soon lost in the story once more. Even after seeing it how many times, it just never got old. Gone With the Wind was on next, and she was also looking forward to that.

Sarah's thick rich hair was bound high on her head in a nod to the incredible heat of August, and she jumped as she felt fingers trail across the back of her neck. Whipping around, she could see no one sitting there, and no one else in the theater at all, save an elderly gentleman in the back left corner who kept mumbling about Humphrey Bogart's lisp. Thoroughly confused, and spooked, Sarah decided her sugar level was obviously too low, and went to the snack bar for some chocolate.

Regaining her seat sometime later, sugar level decidedly improved and gaining speed, she settled in for the remainder of the movie.

"Sarah…" Jareth's head shook from side to side as she moved over him, with a slow grinding action. She smiled wickedly before leaning down to softly bite his nipple.

Suddenly, she found herself on her back with Jareth leaning over her with an answering smile. "You'll pay for that…"

He moved his hips pulling out slightly, to her disappointment, before slamming back into her with a grunt. She moaned, and scratched her nails down her back. "Jareth…Don't stop."

"I never will." His head arched back with a shout as he came hard, contracting deep within her, smiling as Sarah started contracting on him in her own release.

This time, when Sarah woke up, it was not quite as nice as the previous times. She fell right out of bed, and landed on her floor with solid smack to the side of her head.

"Shit!" She yelled loudly, before realizing that Amy was in the next room, and would probably come running. She listened carefully for a moment, rubbing the sore bump, and picked herself off the floor as she remembered that Amy was actually over at her boyfriend's for the night. "Bugger. Stupid floor… Stupid bed… Stupid Jareth."

"Yes, that's right, JARETH. I called you stupid!" She stood beside her bed, rubbing her head and yelling at the ceiling. Her neighbors were going to hate her, but at this moment, she didn't care.

"I don't care if I'm going insane. You did this to me! You!" Stomping her foot in her most childish display of pique, she wandered out to the kitchen to get some ice.

"Stupid fucking Goblin King… Stupid dreams…" Ripping the freezer door open, Sarah grabbed out the ice tray and shoved half of what she found there into a tea towel to hold to her head. She sat at the breakfast bar, and switched on the television. Sleep was going to be a long time in coming now.

"That's it, I'm never sleeping again. Ever."

"How long have you been up Sarah?" Amy locked the door behind her, and took in the sight of Sarah sitting at the bar, a sodden tea towel on the table, and a large bowl of a very sugary cereal turning to mush in front of her. Sarah herself, looked like she was in danger of drowning in the cereal, with her head drooping closer and closer, large shadows under her eyes. She looked up at Amy in surprise.

"What time is it?"

"About 10. And that would be AM dearie. What are you doing up?" Amy put her bag down on the couch and sat down across from Sarah.

"Oh, God knows. Couldn't sleep, weird dreams. Been up for awhile."

"Why don't you go back to bed? It is Sunday…" She watched Sarah move her spoon through the soggy mush dejectedly.

"No, can't sleep." Sarah pushed her messy hair out of her eyes, and stretched with a yawn, arching her back. "Maybe I'll go for a run. Do some of that exercise stuff that everyone keeps talking about."

"Sounds good."

"Wanna come?"

"No fucking way."

"Ok then."

She breathed in deeply, feeling the sun on her face, and slowed to a walk as she approached to a bench facing the water. Sarah loved this park, it reminded her of the one that she used to go to when she was younger to act out her plays, and to get away from Karen. She smiled to remember that she used to feel like that, and also to the brat she used to be.

Flopping down on the bench, Sarah slipped her headphones off, and turned off her MP3 player to truly take in the waves lapping against the concrete barricades. She closed her eyes, and put her head back with a sigh.

"What a pity…" Her head jerked forward at those familiar words, and she looked around for the source. Nothing. It was beginning to worry her about the frequency of the dreams, were they going to be joined by daytime fantasies? Wonderful. Something else to obsess about.

She pulled the headphones back on, and kept jogging along the waterfront, working up a sweat on her pale face. Sarah pushed herself hard, and tried to pretend, even to herself, that she was not running from anything.