Ok so when I turned on my computer and went to check my mail, I was sooo happy with how many notifications I got from regarding this story. To those who reviewed, added my story and I to their favorites, and who story alerted this, you guys made my day! You rock! Jareth is very very pleased with the lot of you. –grins- You just might get a visit from a cuddly looking owl tonight.

Violingrl07 pointed out something to me. She mentioned about Jareth having a furry head instead of a feathery one. I apologize for this mistake and please (Considering I am too lethargic to replace the chapter and whatnot) change 'Furry' to 'Feathery'. Thank you, Violingirl07.

Anyhow, I honestly don't know what I'm going to write in the middle chapters. I already know how this will end. This story will have 13 chapters (Hence, the title. But ignore the 'hours' part. Please. )).) So I hope I don't bore you and please continue reading. :D. You make me so happy.

I'm worried. I'm starting to make the goblins talk. And their names!

You'd think that fixing what mess was in the Labyrinth after a runner has gone through it and repairing and rebuilding the Escher room was going to take years to finish, considering the many goblins that would always mess up the clear instructions given by their King and would only make the matter-at-hand worst than it already was. The goblins had a LOT of work to do.

But to their bewilderment, years became seconds with just a snap of the Goblin King's fingers.

Apparently, their monarch was in a very… very… very… Good mood. But they didn't complain. If it meant having more time for them to do whatever they wished, I.E. scaring their beloved chickens and drinking more of their goblin ale, then they would happily let him do their jobs. It was always once in a blue moon that his nibs was freely singing and dancing to the goblins without kicking any of them.

"Iz kingy ol right?" Nibbles asked his fellow goblins who were huddled in a corner, far from the all seeing eyes of the king.

"Maybees he munched on sumtin' bad during th' Lady's party." Squiggle suggested.

"You dumbnut! Kingy wuzn't there!" A goblin hit Squiggle on the head.

"Oh. Yer right!"

"humn… Maybees we should go t' ask th' lady! She might knows!" A wave of agreements followed.

However quiet this group of goblins tried to talk, one would questions what "Quiet" really means to them.

Jareth smirked as he leaned on his throne, his left leg on its armchair and his head leaning on his hands as he conjured a crystal and willed it to show him his Sarah.

He stopped himself for a second though. Why would he look inside his crystal if he could look at her personally? She didn't exactly throw him out the window last night, or had slammed the windows shut. She even asked him to come closer. Surely that was something in their relationship that improved.

And don't forget to mention she petted him. She. Petted. Him. And he admitted, he'd rather liked it. It was the second best moment in his life, besides dancing with her in the Peach dream. Still, he loved it nonetheless.

And, he thought, discussing last night's event was surely a worthy excuse to be in her room without her screaming at him and blaming him for all the things he wasn't even responsible for?

He tsked. One would never imagine that the goblin king is here, thinking of a reason to just suddenly barge in and throw glitter around someone's room without worrying about getting kicked out or suddenly becoming a target practice. He was a King for heaven's sake! A proud King; A king who can do that and still get away with it. He had power over them.

But he didn't have power over this human.

Oh what a Man he was suddenly becoming.

He shook his head. His world has certainly turned upside down.

Without giving himself a chance to back out, he suddenly stood up, much to the surprise of his goblins. He climbed the window and fell from it, quickly turning into his owl form before he meets his own death via stupidity.

Sarah sat in front of her vanity and brushed her hair. She wondered through what coursed between her and Jareth last night. She acted civil. After going through his wondrous and magical Labyrinth (Despite the many times she almost died), she's proud to say that she matured. She learned that Life wasn't fair. She even surprised her stepmother when she didn't stomp her way up to her bedroom screaming when she was asked to babysit Toby again tonight.

Toby. She found that she honestly couldn't blame the poor fellow of everything that went wrong in her life. He was just a baby. He had yet to understand the things going on around him. And yet, he somehow matured too. He almost never cried. He would only stare at you with his big blue pools with curiosity and you'd think he knew what you were doing.

She sighed and set her brush down. She was glad that Jareth stayed in his owl form last night. If she was in his normal form, oh boy, she wouldn't guarantee that she would act as an adult.

She honestly can't keep blaming him of things either. During the little party in her bedroom, she realized something. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she was wrong. Wrong to label him as a cruel person just because he took Toby when she asked him to be taken and didn't return him. Wrong to think him heartless when he gave her that peach dream and use her growing feelings for him against her.

How are you so sure that he doesn't feel the same way? What proof do you have that he was only really distracting you?

Her heart gave a small jump at the thought. What if.… What if he… She shook her head. No. A man of his stature wouldn't feel something for a spoiled childish brat that would always whine and complain and take things for granted.

But you HAVE matured… And you HAVE changed. You showed that to him last night.

"Oh shut up." She stopped her thoughts. Really, she better keep that little voice in her head locked up before it says something Sarah didn't want to hear. "Ever heard of keeping your opinions to yourself?" The voice quieted. Great. She was talking to herself. Wouldn't that be shocking?

She shook her head and opened the drawer of her vanity. Inside, was where she placed the book titled 'Labyrinth'. She smiled as she ran her finger over the title.

"I can't honestly blame a guy for simply doing what I asked him to and who simply followed the rules now, can I?" She chuckled. She set the book down on her table.

Next, she took out her music box with the princess in the beautiful white ball gown that was oddly familiar…. Why did this dress look familiar? Felt familiar even? She stared at it. She couldn't place where she has seen the figurine before. She was about to turn the key to hear the music it kept when suddenly…

She heard a soft tapping in her room. She looked around in surprise. It had stopped momentarily, but then started again. She turned around and looked at her window. There, covered by the night sky, she saw a snowy owl standing at the edge of the window sill, tapping it's beak on the window. Her heart did a leap seeing him there.

Sarah stood up and opened the window while resisting a smile.

"Back again, aren't you, your Majesty?" The owl hooted and tilted his head to the side. She reached out and the owl rubbed it's head on her hand. She let out a giggle. She pulled back her hand and the owl glared at her.

"Rather demanding aren't we?." She shook her head and just stood there watching him. She was unsure of what to do next. Should she invite him in? She wasn't sure….

Oh C'mon. I thought he wasn't the villain anymore hmm? What harm could he do to you? Remember, he has No Power over You.

'But he does…' Sarah thought back.

Jareth patiently stared at Sarah as he watched a few emotions appear on her beautiful face; the face that haunted his dreams last night. The face he wished to be the first thing he saw when he woke up, and the last thing he saw when he slept. He let his eyes wander towards her eyes; those green eyes that were often mixed with a different color, depending on how she felt, those eyes that mesmerized him from the beginning.

His eyes then landed on her lips. Sure, she was only a child growing to be a woman but those lips were already full and matured. His gaze lingered. He wondered what those lips would feel against his own.

Probably Heaven His inner voice grinned. With a mix of something wild and new.

The silence unsettled him, suddenly making him unsure. Should he have not come? Was she still angry or… Was she already planning on what to throw at him to make him leave? Uncertainty began settling in his stomach. He was nervous.

'This girl… If she knew the effect she has on me… I would surely be doomed and be stripped off of my reputation'. He thought. But surely your reputation is nothing compared to having this angel return your feelings?

'You're right. Having her in my arms doesn't even compare. If it results to her becoming my queen, then screw my reputation to the pits of the Bog of Eternal Stench.'

Then what are you waiting for? Do something!

Slowly and hesitantly, Jareth hooted to catch her attention. This seems to vanquish the internal argument she seemed to be having in her mind and smiled at him. He gulped, preparing himself for the worse.

Sarah deemed it harmless to invite him in her room.

If he does anything, you can always wish him out. Her inner voice suggested.

With a grin, she stepped back, swept her arm in an inviting gesture and said

"Why don't you come in Jareth? Surely being inside would be better than sitting on a window sill."

Oh boy.

To be honest with all of you, I'm kind of scared of writing this fic. I mean, I'm afraid that I might not be bringing justice to the Labyrinth and its characters, especially Jareth. Writing him intimidates me. =)). I'm a perfectionist, you see. And Labyrinth is very special to me, so I want it to be perfect; if not perfect then at least above average. It would do me a great favor if you guys tell me what you think about it, what I'm doing wrong, if you like how I'm portraying them and whatnot. It will send me at ease, at least. :D. I won't stop it though. I vowed to finish this, and finish this I will.

Review please! His Nibs demands it!

-Dreamers can see the future-

Lys-Rayn