Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth.
His fingers ran through her hair, stroking it tenderly. His eyes burned into hers, blue as the base of a flame, contrasting beautifully with his jet black hair. She felt as if she knew him, though his face brought her no recognition. He leaned in closer, and she thought she felt a spark when their lips touched…
Sarah awoke in the room Jareth had taken her to.
"What a strange dream," she uttered aloud.
She rose from the bed and looked around her room, having been too tired to do so when she arrived. It was spacious and elegant, with violet and silver tapestries and even a balcony with doors visible through sheer purple curtains. There was no sign of Jareth in the bedroom.
"Jareth?" she said.
He was in front of her in a blink of an eye.
"Feeling better, my dear?" he asked.
She nodded. "I suppose so, but I still don't remember being…" the words stuck in her mouth, "engaged to you."
He touched her face with a gloved hand. "Your memory will come back to you at the ball tonight," he said reassuringly.
"I…I hope so," she replied.
"I will leave you to prepare for the ball," he said before kissing her softly on the cheek and exiting the room.
She went to the closet and saw that it was empty but for one dress. How odd, she thought.
She put the dress on, and it was beautiful. It was silver and black, with a full skirt that grazed the floor, and a strapless laced-up bodice. The material was covered in shimmering glitter, and a trail of it was left wherever she walked.
Jareth appeared, "Ready?" he asked.
She nodded and took his arm. They disappeared in a cloud of glitter, and reappeared at the entrance of the ballroom. All eyes were on them as they descended the stairs. Jareth led her into the middle of the dance floor, and clapped his hands for the music to begin. He took Sarah's hand and waist, and they danced.
"Sarah!"
Sarah looked around, losing her steps a bit, but regaining composure. Everyone else was dancing as well.
"Sarah!" she heard again.
She stopped dancing and pulled away from Jareth.
"Sarah you have to wake up, there isn't much time!"
Suddenly, it all came back to her.
"I have to save Hoggle!" she cried.
Outside the crystal, the real Jareth frowned. Who was calling to her? He appeared next to Sarah's unconscious body to see the young prince, restored to his former appearance. He growled in anger before taking Hoggle by the arm and transporting him to the throne room.
Sarah woke and stood up, rubbing her head. She realized what had happened, and began running in a panic.
"What is the meaning of this, Hoghead?" Jareth bellowed.
Hoggle stared back defiantly, not speaking.
Jareth hurled a crystal at the prince, but it fell short and bounced back, as if Hoggle was surrounded by a great invisible shield.
"I'll deal with you later," he said in frustration, conjuring a cage that surrounded Hoggle and his forcefield. Without another word, he disappeared.
Sarah ran until she collided with something soft and fragrant. She looked up at Jareth, and backed away.
"I always knew we would share another dance," he said, coming closer to her, "but I would like to actually finish one with you. We seem to always be interrupted."
He reached out to take her waist, but she moved aside.
"Do not touch me," she said.
His eyes narrowed, but he kept his distance.
"You have four hours remaining," he said, before vanishing.
Well? I'm having a lot of fun with this. I won't be updating for quite a while because I am moving into a new house, but fear not, for I promise to finish this story.
Peace,
The Faery Dreamer