Disclaimer: I own nothing that is Labyrinth unless it is the plot for this particular story. Oh yeah, I also own Bryan. Peace out.
A/N: I want to thank those of you who have read and reviewed and for waiting for so long for me to update. I know, I've been bad with my updates. Bad Mayleene Slaps hand Once you have finished this chapter, go to your corner and think about what you've done! Bows head shamefully and complies.
"Well, I think that went over well," smiled Hoggle. He looked at Jareth with a smile on his face, but frowned when Jareth didn't smile in return. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around the orb in which he had been watching Sarah at her work and then sighed.
"I don't know," he frowned. He tossed the orb up into the air and it disappeared. "I suppose it is a start, though."
"Of coarse it is, sir," said Hoggle reassuringly. "After all, these things take time. After all, you can't just walk up to her and ask her to marry you again. You need to woo her and steal her heart from that jerk, Bryan." Jareth nodded, and then frowned.
"Since when did you get to be so comforting?" he inquired.
"I did help Sarah through the Labyrinth, didn't I? After thirteen hours of knowing and helping her, I was bound to learn a few things, right?" Hoggle smiled. Jareth chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he replied. Just then, the door opened and in rode Sir Didymus on his Ambrosious.
"Sire, you must come now. Our next obstacle is prepared," he said. Jareth nodded.
"Alright, Sir Didymus," he replied. He nodded to Hoggle, stood, and walked outside. Hoggle looked at the dog and sighed.
"He has it bad, Didymus," he said.
"'Tis true, good sir Hoggle," Sir Didymus replied. "Let us hope that the fair Lady Sarah will accept him. Without her, our world is not only doomed-but so is human imagination."
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Sarah locked the door to her office, placed the key inside her purse, and made sure the spare key was under the mat, as was her habit. She kept that key there just in case she should forget the original one. She didn't forget it much anymore, but when she first started her business, she would forget it almost every day.
She walked to her car and unlocked the driver's side. This day seemed to be as normal as any other day, with the exception of that small bit of insanity where she thought she saw Jareth's face. But she had somehow managed to push that event to the very back of her mind and gotten on with her day.
She sat down behind the wheel and mindlessly set her purse into the passenger's side. She jumped when she heard a sudden intake of breath.
"Oaf! You know, darling, you should really watch what you do with that thing. It could be considered a deadly weapon." Sarah let out a small scream when she turned and saw Jareth sitting right next to her.
"Jareth, what are you doing in my car?" she hissed, placing her hand on her chest in an attempt to control her fast beating heart.
"I thought it suit me well, Sarah," he smirked, running his hand over his seat and then on the door, lightly brushing the buttons with his fingertips. "It's not every day I get to sit in one of the human things. What are they called again? Thunderbirds? I personally would have seen you in a cherry red Lamborghini, but hey... Gold Thunderbirds are good too."
"Get out!" ordered Sarah. "Now! Get out!"
"Now now, Sarah, you aren't being very nice," smirked Jareth. "I just want to talk to you, that's all."
"Jareth, I am engaged now, and I can't be seen with-,"
"Oh yes, about the engagement," smiled Jareth. He pulled an orb from his behind his back. "Keep this. I want to be able to talk to you." He handed it to her. She looked at it before accepting it and looking at it.
"Why do you think I would keep this?" she asked, frowning. "Why do you think that I would ever want to talk to you?"
"I just want to be friends, Sarah," said Jareth. "Look, think it over, and I'll see you tomorrow. Please think about it." With the blink of an eye, he disappeared. Sarah looked around, opened her door and looked around the streets. No one had seemed to notice her discussion with the strange looking goblin king. They just went on about their lives, ignoring the scared looking designer on the streets of England.
So, she just sat down shakily into the drivers seat once again, closed the door, and set the orb on the seat next to her. She looked down at the orb, sighed, and turned the key in the car. She had to think about what she was to do. It was a good thing she had nothing else she needed to do for the rest of the night. She would have to think long and hard about this.
A/N2: Okay, there it is, peoples. I hope you liked it. I will try and update as soon as I can, but between school and rotating between this one and my two other stories, I am not sure how long it will be. Hopefully this weekend sometime again. Thank you for the reviews. Walks to corner to work on one of two HP fics