I, unfortunately, do not own the movie Labyrinth, or any of the characters involved in the movie. The Labyrinth (character) is my creation, but so far she is the only one! Oh, and Laura. (I do not expect to use her again...)

I fiddle nervously in the mirror. I'm wearing almost exactly what I wore the last time I was there, except the pants are different. They are as close as I can get, but after I came home from the Labyrinth, my body changed a bit. My hips and bust filled out more, making me look even more like my mom. I'm hoping wearing this will help jog his memories, but I highly doubt it. The Labyrinth should be here any minute with a one-way ticket to the castle.

I glance at the clock again. I keep trying to distract myself, but nothing works. I begin pacing back and forth. Never did I imagine actually going back. I dreamed about it, yes. Craved it, obviously. But for some reason, I never thought I really would. I thought Jareth hated me. This new knowledge of him loving me is hard to accept. And it is so easy to convince myself the Labyrinth is wrong, lying to me for her own benefit.

"Sarah…" I turn towards my window and she is staring back at me. She reaches her hand out, offering it to me. It's now or never, I suppose. I take her hand, focusing only on her. "We're here." I look around and smile. Nothing has changed. I'm facing the doors of the Castle, eyeballing the boulders that look like they are from my attack on the city. I smile to myself at the memory.

"Sarah, just a moment." I turn and look back at the Labyrinth. Here, in her world, she is almost transparent, becoming more and more transparent the further away from her face you get. Her beauty, though, becomes more pronounced. She is indescribable here, a goddess in her own right. "There are certain rules you have to follow about this. I should have warned you before we left, but I find your world tires me. Sarah, you cannot tell anyone about when you were here last. They can be warned that you were, but you cannot tell them any details. Not one. They must remember on their own. You can reference it, say little clues, things like that. But you cannot tell anyone about it. Not until they remember on their own. The consequences of it are not something you want to deal with."

"What are the consequences?"

"You will be ripped back to your world. Every memory you have of this place shall be simply wiped away. Your friends here will be completely forgotten. And you will be banished, never to return. The person you told will remember, but they can never see you again. They will be forced to live without you for the rest of eternity."

I nod in understanding. "Well, what do I tell Jareth?"

"Tell him I brought you here. Tell him what you can, but don't tell him any real details."

"Are you not coming with me?"

"No, my Champion. Only a Champion or my king or queen can see me. I cannot reveal myself to my residents. It is one of the rules that governs this world. even I have to obey them."

I nod again. "Thank you. For everything. Will I see you again?"

"Of course! Now go. Talk to him. Make him happy again. Please. He needs it. And you are the only one who can do it. Tell him you are here on a personal invitation from me. Other than that, it's all up to you."

She disappears into the wind, blurring and fading until there's nothing left. I turn and face the doors again. Taking a deep breath, I square my shoulders and stride into the Castle Beyond the Goblin City with my head held high and my heart pounding. The doors are wide open this time, I suppose they aren't expecting a girl with the stubbornness of a tree, a ragtag group of friends, and a determination to find her brother to come barging in.

I take the familiar path to his throne room, and as I get closer I can hear the goblins laughing and carrying on. I can also feel my heart pounding harder, but that's beside the point. As I step into the room, silence slowly falls as the small creatures realize a newcomer is here. Jareth doesn't even notice, and stares out of his window looking pensive and very attractive while sprawled over his throne and tapping a riding crop against his boot.

I decide to go ahead and funnel my inner drama queen out and be as formal as I can. "I seek audience with Jareth, the Goblin King, and Ruler of the Castle Beyond the Goblin City."Even I can't hear the tremor in my voice. Thank you Drama Club, for teaching me to hide the tremor in my voice and project it at the same time.

His eyes snap towards me at the mention of his name, and I fight not to let my knees go weak. He looks just the same as when I left, those same piercing, slightly mismatched eyes. Yet again, thank you drama. "And who is it that makes such a bold and foolish request?"

I step forward to stand in front of his throne. With a slight curtsey, I proclaim, "I am Sarah Williams, a citizen of the Aboveground, and a visitor to the Underground. I have come on a personal invitation from the Labyrinth herself."

He sits up a little more and turns to face me. "Is that so, little human? And who are you that my Labyrinth would invite you? You are barely more than a child. What interest would the Labyrinth have in you?"

"Yes, that is true. But once, I was more. Once, I was someone important. At least, that's what your Labyrinth told me, Your Highness. And she hopes I will be again." I force myself to hold eye contact and not let him see how hard this is. I hold myself with ease and confidence, making him see me as a force to be reckoned with. I will not be seen as weak by him. There is a chance I will sit on a throne next to him, eventually, and I want to set a precedent of getting my way and not cowering before him.

He barks out a laugh, then eyes me. "You entertain me, Sarah Williams." He says my name the same way he used to, splitting the syllables mockingly. "Most would be terrified to come here and make such outlandish claims."

"Well, then, clearly, I am not most. And these claims are hardly outlandish when they are true."

"Then who are you? You seem familiar, but I never forget a face."

I almost laugh at that. "I visited this Labyrinth once before. So, apparently, you have forgotten my face. Because I recall us having several conversations."

"Oh, really? What about?" I can hear the amusement in his voice, and the slight irritation, which I assume caused by not knowing more than me.

"I find myself unable to disclose any details until you remember them on your own, according to the Labyrinth, at least."

"It seems like you have had quite the discussion with my Labyrinth."

"Yes. I did. She is rather pleasant, actually. We get along very well."

Jareth's eyes shift to the goblins in his throne room. "Leave us," he orders. They scurry out, obviously scared of Jareth. Once they leave, he stands and walks down the steps of his throne, "Sarah." There it is again, that mocking lilt. "It does sound slightly familiar, but I find it hard to believe I would forget someone who has visited my kingdom."

"Yes, well, when I was here last I found a lot of things hard to believe. I made do." He circles me slowly, eyeing me. I stand my ground, acting firm even when I'm barely able to stand.

"It hardly seems fair that you know so much about me, and I so little about you."

"Use that phrase a lot do you?"

"What phrase?"

"That it's not fair."

"Occasionally. Why?"

"It makes me wonder what your basis for comparison is." He stops in front of me and looks down at me. His blues eyes seem like they are trying to see straight into my soul.

"Sarah."

"Jareth." His eyes widen slightly in surprise.

"Few call me that. And even fewer live to tell about it."

"Yes, well, when I was here last time, you called me something that I wasn't quite comfortable with. So, I say it balances out."

He stares at my face awhile longer, obviously searching for something. Whether he finds it or not is beyond me. He turns on his heel and returns to his throne.

"Labyrinth, my dear, I would like a word with you." And she fades into sight, next to me and smiling at Jareth.

"Yes, my king?" judging by the smirk on her face, it's not very often she sees Jareth when he doesn't have all the answers. And she is enjoying it.

"Would you kindly explain why you brought this Sarah-creature here?"

"Simple. I thought you could use the reminder."

"Reminder of what, exactly?"

"Oh, I'm sure you will figure that out soon enough, my dear, dear king."

"And I suppose you cannot tell me about whatever it is I'm supposed to be reminded of, can you?"

"Well, of course not. There are rules, you know. And even I must follow them."

"And how, my dear, do I know that you are not playing a trick on me? That my brother Puck has not convinced you to join him with some of his tomfoolery?"

"If he had, you would have known he was within my borders."

"True. But how do I know it is not a trick regardless?"

"You'll just have to trust me. Now, be a good boy and a good host and escort our guest to her rooms. I think she would like the rooms across from yours."

"Do I get a say in the matter?"

"Do you ever get a say in the matter once I make a decision?" He merely glares at her. "Oh, and send Winky to wait on her. But I expect you to personally escort her anywhere she wishes to go."

"I have things to do."

"No, you don't. You spend most of your day brooding on your throne. It will be good for you to do something else. And talk to someone who is not a goblin. And be respectful, too. Do you want her to think you were raised by animals?" With that she faded away, leaving Jareth with no choice but to follow her orders.

I chuckle at his annoyance, and he glares at me. "Well, that answers some of my questions, Champion. The Labyrinth will only show herself to myself, a queen if I had one, and a Champion of the Labyrinth. I think I would remember getting married, and you can't be me. Which also explains why I would forget you. I suppose you managed to keep your own memories, forcing me to sacrifice mine."

I give him a slight smile. "Very interesting theory, oh, mighty Goblin King." And I make sure he can hear the sarcasm. "However, I am tired, and would like to rest."

He smirks at me, then stands and leads me down the hall. "So, Champion-"

"Sarah."

"What?"

"I would prefer to be called Sarah, Jareth." I put stress on his name, and smile at him.

"Fine. So, Sarah, how did you and my Labyrinth get in contact?"

"I made a wish. You should be familiar with me doing that."

"And why is that?"

"Good try, your Majesty, but you have to remember on your own." He leads me down corridor after corridor, and I know I will rapidly get lost in this place. It's almost as confusing as the Labyrinth sprawling around it. It fit him, though, this nonsensical, unmanageable palace. But with a little practice, I'm sure I can learn to navigate both just fine.

He gestures to my left. "These are your rooms. I'm sure your new bosom companion has stocked the wardrobe with more" his eyes trail over my body, making me feel strangely exposed "…appropriate attire. I will send Blinky to help you prepare for dinner which will be at 7 o'clock, on the dot. Any questions?"

"No." He turns to walk away and I rest my hand on the door knob. "Oh and Jareth?" He turns to look back at me. "Thank you." I smile at him, then open the door and disappear into what are apparently my quarters, at least during my visit.

I close the door and lean against it, sliding to the floor. I start shaking violently. I could never have imagined the way I would react to seeing him again. My heart feels like it's in my throat, and it took everything I had to remain calm during our conversation. Oh, my Jareth, my Goblin King, it hurts that you have forgotten me. I stand up and make my way over to the bed. I allow myself to collapse and fall asleep until I need to get ready for dinner.A/N

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