AN: Song inspired fic! It's my very first so please be kind. Although, I do love constructive criticism, so don't be afraid either. I heard this, and thought of my dearly beloved Jareth and Sarah. I hope to draw this out into chapters, I need a challenge. Also, in the future there won't be repition like this, just merely setting the stage.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Labyrinth, Jim Henson, or Jareth's pants. *Grumbles*
The Goblin King Did NOT love Sarah. Not at the beginning that is. The only thing that the Fae loved truly, was the 200 pairs of tight breeches he owned, and a deep passion for glitter, not to mention throwing goblins into the bog, but the girl? "No thank you, I'll pass." Jareth did not deny her great beauty, and a vague attraction to her, especially for her emerald green eyes, but LOVE? Ha. "She's but a child. A silly child at that."
There had been so many runners over the years that Jareth scarcely bothered to even keep up with them until the 13 hours were over. He'd watch them for 20 minutes or so, then he was off to something far more entertaining, like fixing his hair, or finding new ways to add copious amounts of glitter to everything he owned. He had merely made the assumption that Sarah Williams would be the same. How wrong he was.
Sarah did NOT love The Goblin King. Not in the beginning that is. The only thing the 15 year old loved truly was her younger brother, and her dreams of being an actress, not to mention yelling at her stepmother, but the King? "No thank you, I'll pass" Sarah did not deny his physical flawlessness, and a vague attraction to him, especially his mismatched eyes, but LOVE? Ha. "He wears far too much glitter for that."
Sarah trudged along, determined to solve the Labyrinth, which was proving to be more difficult that she had imagined. As she was so familiar with the book, she assumed that she could simply whine and complain to one of the many creatures in the Labyrinth, and she'd be on her way out, and back home doing something far more interesting, like memorizing her lines, or finding new ways to bother her stepmother. She had merely made the assumption that this would be unspeakably easy. How wrong she was.