A/N: So after many vacations, I'm back! You won't believe how many pages this story is...it's about 7 pages! I don't even write that much for school! Anyway I'll let you get onto the story! Does anyone even read these?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Labyrinth. If I did, it would probably be in a dream.

Sarah had only a small worry as she and Jareth walked into the huge dining room. She saw a glimpse of Jareth's father before he walked over to her in a flash.

"Enchanté, miss." he bowed and placed a kiss on her hand. Sarah curtsied to the High King. She could tell Jareth got his sharp jaw-line from his father. She could also tell the man also had inspired Jareth to wear extremely tight pants.

"It is nice to finally meet you Sarah, Champion of the Labyrinth. I was wondering what maiden could have stolen my son's heart but I should have guessed it was you," the High King stood up, "If only your mother could be here with us, my son. She would have loved to meet her." The other king's jaw clenched.

"Yes...Mother would have loved her. Shall we sit down?" he quickly asked, gesturing toward the table.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Your Majesty." Sarah said, ignoring Jareth for the time being. She saw him growl at her and giggled.

"Please my dear, call me Arman."

"Dinner?" Jareth grinned, trying to contain his temper. Sarah was doing this on purpose.

"Of course," Arman seemed to glide across the floor to the table. Sarah smirked at the Goblin King.

"You're in trouble tonight, love." Jareth's voice rumbled in her ear as he pulled her chair out for her.

"I'm looking forward to it," Sarah whispered back.

Arman noticed the love in his son's eyes while he looked at the girl. He knew what he had to do. It's time for him to wake up, he thought. Dinner was brought to them by small goblins who could barely pick up the trays. Jareth walked over and took the trays out of the goblins' hands. They gaped at him but quickly ran out of the rooms. Sarah asked Arman what sort of powers he had which he avoided with a grin saying, "You'll see."

"Well it has been fun my dear but I must be off," Arman kissed Sarah's hand and disappeared into a small cloud. Sarah gave Jareth a questioning look.

"We have different ways of transportation. I like to have an entrance," he explained, "I feel it makes me look...menacing."

"Well you certainly did scare me!" she teased. Jareth growled at her. He bent down and kissed her roughly. Pushing her up against the table, he deepened the kiss. Sarah moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. Jareth snapped his fingers and they transported back to his chambers.

Light covered the dark room. Sarah yawned and sat up in the bed. She smiled and looked down at the man who was still hugging her waist. His hair splayed out onto the sheets-the pillows were tossed onto the floor. Sarah laid back down on his extended arm and gently tried to wake him.

"Jareth...Jareth..." she whispered in his ear.

"Sarah...nooo..." he groaned.

"Kingy? Kingy is awake! Kingy is awake!" a shrieking voice interrupted his calm. Jareth's eyes shot open and he quickly sat up. Three goblins were sitting at the bottom of his bed. There was no Sarah beside him.

"Where is Sarah? What's going on?!" he thundered. One spoke up while the other two were trembling in a corner.

"Kingy been sleep for long time. No Sarah here," the creature squeaked.

"How long?" Jareth started to shake. Everything was a dream? No it couldn't be...she was so real.

"About a week sir." A week? It only felt like a day!

"Get out of here, all of you, before I dip you headfirst into the bog." the little goblins scampered away, leaving their king in silence.

"Why was I asleep for so long? Why was the dream about her?!" he fumed. There was no way he could have naturally slept that long-he was a light sleeper anyway- so he guessed that it was a spell. But no one had that much power over him except for-

The Goblin King growled and disappeared in a shroud of glitter.

"Ah Jareth, good to see you." Arman didn't even turn to face his son, knowing that it would be him.

"Why did you do that?!" he yelled.

"Do what?"

"You abused your dreamweaving skills, old man!" Arman turned to the younger king, his eyes filled with sadness.

"I simply wanted to know who had captured your heart. I wanted to see so that I could kill them for making you so miserable," the High King said coldly, "However...I see you love her very much. Even in a dream."

"What should I do? It's not like she'll even want to be around me. She thinks I'm some evil villain and she's the heroine." Jareth's head hung down. Arman placed his hand on the Goblin King's shoulder.

"Son...when I cast that spell on you...I placed it on her as well. Just as a precaution measure."

"So that means she was in the dream as well?" he exclaimed.

"Well her subconscious was. The same goes for you as well." the High King tried to explain to his son but Jareth was too wound up. He transported to the Aboveground to the old, white Victorian house. He changed to his owl form and flew into the open window at the top corner of the house.

"Sarah?" he changed back to his human form. There was no green-eyed girl laying in her bed. Dust was collecting on the shelves where her stuffed animals were. It was all over her books and vanity. Jareth walked over to the vanity, looking over the items placed on it. Gone were the pictures of her mother and were replaced by recent pictures of Sarah and her friends.

"Where is she?" he asked to himself. Treading out into the hallway, he heard crying coming from downstairs. Jareth peered down, craning his neck to see the unhappy soul that was Sarah's stepmother.

"How could this have happened?!" she cried in the man that appeared to be Sarah's father. The man comforted his wife.

"I know it's hard. I wish there was something that we could do but we have to wait for her to wake back up..." her father rubbed her back. Jareth smirked and made his entrance.

"I heard someone wish...did I not?" the Goblin King swaggered down the stairs. The woman looked up at him in shock.

"Well? What is your wish? I haven't got all day."

"Who are you?" the man stood up, glaring at Jareth. Jareth rolled his eyes.

"Goblin King, at your service Robert." Robert didn't release his glare.

"This is just wonderful! First my daughter went into a coma and now a madman is in my house! Could this day get any worse?" Robert said sorrowfully.

A/N: Muhahahaha! Didn't expect that did you? Everything that went on in the Labyrinth was a dream! I'm so evil aren't I? Muhahaha...

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