A/n: So here it is. The actual fic its-self.

Disclaimers: I do not know what you are talking about! . . .Alright! Alright! I do not own the labyrinth. jeeez

Claimers: I DO own Danu, Manannan MacLlyr, R'leyh Ulaid, Medb, Black-Feather, Valdis, Astyanax, &c.

Chapter 1: A Shot from the Dark

Hot, scalding kisses were being rained all over her face and neck. The alarm blared into life and with well practiced ease Sarah turned it off without waking up. She watched him take his gloves off with his teeth. The first touch of skin on skin was electrifying. Cay watched her roommate writhing on the bed and then, with well practiced ease, ripped the covers off. A deliciously cold breeze drifted from an open window and slithered across her overheated body. When the sheets trick didn't work Cay had to get creative. They shared a hungry kiss before he started moving lower, leaving aching hickeys in his wake. Suddenly there was a freezing cold spot on her chest.

Sarah shot up, causing her roommate to topple back. Cay had to raise a hand to her mouth to suppress her laughter (and to make things a bit more interesting).

"What on earth did you use to wake me up?" Sarah squeaked feeling droplets of water sliding down her cleavage. Cay moved her hand and grinned showing the ice cube clutched between her teeth. "Please tell me that wasn't in your mouth when you woke me!" She groaned. Rolling her eyes Cay popped the offending ice cube into her cheek before responding.

"No sense of adventure." She scolded before getting up and leaving Sarah. With a sigh Sarah got out of bed and got dressed (carefully trying not to aggravate the bellybutton ring she'd gotten last week). Her gaze lingered over the two old fashioned perfume bottles sitting on her vanity and then gave in and grabbed the white one on her way to the bathroom. After applying her make-up and some of the scented oil in the bottle she jogged to the kitchen and took the bagel in Cay's hand.

"Bye," she called, rushing out the front door. "See you in religions," Cay replied as Sarah ran down the stairs. Having just barely caught her bus Sarah sat down in relief. The bus ride to the collage was uneventful (for which Sarah was grateful, she didn't want a repeat of last week).

Writing passed in a bit of a blur (some suddenly (and violently) upended coffee cups being the highlight (and a small voice in the back of her mind started screaming 'goblins!')). Her chemistry class had quickly descended into chaos after the teacher had to leave (leaving the student teacher trying her best to keep them under control and failing miserably). Sarah rubbed her temples in an attempt to ward off the impending headache, all the while wondering how her religions class was going to turn out.

Cay waved her over. "McElliot isn't here," she mock whispered as Sarah sat down. With raised eyebrows Sarah mock whispered back, "what do you mean?" Cay shrugged and didn't reply. The bell rang and still no teacher appeared. The people around her began to mutter and the guy sitting next to her got up to leave when the door opened and in walked. . .Jareth. The class fell silent.

Everyone's eyes followed him as he walked, except for Sarah (who was currently hitting her head against her desk) and Cay (who was give Sarah an odd look). He was wearing dark gray slacks, midnight blue oxford shirt, black trench coat, a fedora that matched his pants, and black loafers with no socks. Taking his hat off he set it down before propping himself against the desk. There were a few moments of silence as he examined them.

"As you have probably noticed I am not Mrs. McElliot your religions teacher." A ripple of laughter went through the class. "I am Mr. MacAgrona and will be subbing for her." He paused for a moment, "please do not call me Mr. Mac. Mrs. McElliot is currently on a trip and will be gone for a few weeks." Sarah's head shot up at the mention of a 'trip' and feared her teacher was in the labyrinth trying to get to the castle. "Any questions?" Cay's hand shot up, "yes miss. . ."

"Smith. Where is McElliot?" "She is currently on a plane to Greece." Sarah was pretty sure he was lying (but faeries couldn't lie (but Jareth was part human (her headache was coming back full force))). "Any other questions?" Nobody else raised their hand. "Good. Then let us begin. . ."

Sarah groaned as she realized she'd be dealing with the Goblin King more than she would have liked to.

A shadow in the darkness moved. Something had changed. Magic was coming back. A faint light. It had to act before it grew too bright. The shadow decided to act

"Sarah, could I talk to you for a moment?" With a sigh Sarah turned from the door and walked back to Jareth.

"What do you want Jareth?" She happily noted she sounded annoyed at him. His nostrils flared. "You smell divine. I take it then that you liked my Christmas gifts?" She nodded stiffly and didn't reply. "Come, come, Sarah. I'm not going to molest you." "I'm not so sure of that." She muttered causing him to raise an eyebrow (his eye markings were gone, she noted absently).

"What ever do you mean dear?" "I don't know!" She almost-shouted, "you come into my life for thirteen hours when I was fourteen and then poof! just disappear. And now six years later you're back and I don't know what to think! Is this some strange form of revenge? Or are you trying to get Toby? Or maybe it's something entirely different!" Taking a big breath she let it out slowly, realizing she felt much better.

"I am sorry I confuse you so." His eyes darted up to the clock, "you'd better hurry, you're going to miss your next class." Giving a soft 'eep' Sarah ran from the room.

It was all to easy to find a host in the human world. And only a bit harder to track down the faint glowing light.

Sarah walked quickly through the half empty quad.

There was no warning at all.

Something slammed into her shoulder with enough force to make her topple backwards, her head glanced on the sidewalk and she blacked out.

It abandoned the host and returned to the shadow place.

A young man rushed over when he saw her topple over.

"M'am are you-----" he noticed the wound on her shoulder.

"Quick! Someone call 911!" He yelled.

"She's been shot."

. . .Oh yes! The evil cliff-hanger. Don't Panic! I'm working on ch. 2!