Author's Disclaimer: I do not own Jim Henson's "Labyrinth". I do however own Jane, Ava, Alex, and Sophie. Those four are MINE. Thank you for your time. :)

Author's Note: I just HAD to write this down. I'm not promising it will continue. A few of you will know I'm on hiatus or whatever that's called (something with writer's block) for my other in-progress stories. Sorry about that. Time and my new novel take up the time I use to have for fanfiction. But atleast I can do a few oneshots for all ya. Here's one of them.

Summary: It was just a story. That's all it was. But Jane and her sisters, Alex and Sophie, began to realize that some stories are real and that some things are just meant to be hidden...

~*The Dreamer Queen*~

I don't remember exactly how I ended up in the ballroom. I just remember walking towards the crowd, looking in awe all around.

White and glittery fabric hung off the walls and the ceiling in a dreamy sort of way. Massive candlelights were actually levitating in the air with very little movement. Strands of pearls wrapped and hung from the candles, adding a classical look. There were mirrors all around, some hidden by the draping fabric while others were bare. I turned my attention to the people. They were all dressed in 18th centurary ballroom fashion style. (And if I'm not mistaken it was sort of Venecian, something of Europe atleast.) Necklines on women were plunging; a bit surprised considering the time period. Their skirts swished around and no one female's hair was done in the same style. Most of the men took to pirate hats and shirts but there were a few dressed in Venecian suits. They all had one thing in common though: masks. But each mask seemed to be grotesque and masked after some kind of dark creature. I was pleased to find a few masks that weren't so bad and some even stayed simple.

I couldn't help but stare at everything in wonder. It was so beauitful and like a fairy tale. I mentally hit my forehead. Oh right, this is a dream; my dream specifically. Of course it would look like this!

"Lovely, isn't it?" An arm wrapped around my own. I turned my face to see a beautiful red-headed girl. Her hair was pulled up in a bun with several ringlets falling, framing her masked face. Her mask wasn't grotesque; it was simple and didn't have a whole lot of glitter. The mask was a soft shade of blue, matching her dress. Her ballroom skirts were gathered and her bodice was was tight with a plunging neckline. The sleeves easily slid off her shoulders and were quite poofy. Her jewelry matched the golden sequins on her bodice and the gold glitter on her mask. She batted her blue eyes at me.

"It is a nice party," I answered her, looking around in slight awe.

She laughed. "Nice doesn't even cover it! There hasn't been a party like this in so many ages!"

I looked at her. "Why is that?"

She looked around before turning back to him and whispering in my ear. "They say she dreamt like this and when she refused him, he did not want anything of her to remain."

I was very curious at who "she" was and who "he" was. But in any case, I concluded that the "he" must have been a monarch or something to have so much influence on parties. "Oh," I said. "So then this is more than just a nice party!"

She tilted her head and smiled. "Yes, it is. I never attended to one, actually. My mother did; it was all like a dream the way she described it." She stopped and her eyes held a question. "Did you loose your mask?"

I touched my face. Up until that point, I hadn't bothered to notice what I was wearing or if I had a mask. There was no mask on my face. "I guess I dropped it and hadn't noticed..." I glanced around at the floor.

My companion laughed. "In any case, you needn't worry. Though masks are more seducing and mysterious, you have a pretty face that shouldn't be hidden."

I blinked and looked at her like she was crazy. "What are you talking about?"

She gave a playful sigh. "Come on!" She pulled me towards one of the mirrors. She glanced at me. "Close your eyes." I did. I felt her pull me forward a few more steps. "Now open them," she whispered.

I opened my eyes and had to gasp. She was right; I was pretty. Hello, this was my dream so I'll just say it: I was beautiful! My hair was up in curls, a lot of them falling down and ringlets framed my face. Small golden roses adorned in my brown locks. I was actually proud of my skin tone at the moment. There were no tan lines and it was a nice tan color. My dress was just as lovely as my red-head companion's. My ballroom skirt was lavender and made of charmeuse silk and it was gathered at the edge of the bodice. I noticed the lavender fabric was over a white skirt which could be seen through the lavender fabric's front slit. The bodice itself was similair to the blue dress, only mine had a different design of golden sequins. The sleeves were off the shoulder and they were actualy thick straps. Fabric was sewn to the edge of the straps so it gave it off that Russian Romanav Princess Anastasia look. I was glad it wasn't as exaggerating as the Grand Duchess. I didn't have any other jewelry accessories. I lifted my skirts to see I was wearing comfortable black flats.

"I do look beautiful," I mused, making poses.

The red-headed girl laughed. "I am Ava."

I smiled. "My name's Jane and nice name by the way."

"Yours is too." She said sincerely. "Do you want a new mask?"

I glanced around us and saw that everyone had masks. "Uh, yeah."

Ava grabbed my hand. "Come with me." She took me up and down the stairs. I could tell eyes were on us. Women looked at us and gave us smiles, as if we were all acquaintances. Men looked at us with lustful eyes and I felt a man's fingers caress my bare shoulder. I shivered. Ava herself was having a little trouble getting through the crowd. One of the men tried to initiate a dance but she pushed him away and patted his shoulder, promising a dance later. She stopped infront of a hidden mirror and pushed the fabric aside. She pushed the mirror with both hands and it shifted backwards. She knelt down and reached her dainty hand inside. She bit her bottom lip in concentration.

"You sure its safe to do that?" I asked.

"Of course." Ava smiled.

Of course. Its a dream! I waited patiently until she got up and lifted a lavender mask for me. I delicately took it from her. The venetian mask was just an eyemask and would over the half top of my cheeks. It was metallic silver with glitter just lightly sprinkled on. The golden sequin design coincedently matched the pattern on my bodice. I fingered the black satin ribbons at the sides.

I looked up at Ava's beaming face. "Help me put it on?" I turned around. She took the mask from my hands and placed it over my face. I held it in place while she tied the ribbons.

"There."

I turned to the mirror. Now I blended in with the crowd. I smiled and turned to her. "Thanks." She was pushed forward slightly by a man. He and a woman dived into the opening between the mirrors. She looked at me and we both burst into giggles. I let her lead me away from the mirrors. We dived into the crowd, laughing and spinning in circles. And no one looked at us like we were strange little girls. In fact, we were fitting in just fine. I felt like a little girl who was at her birthday party, but at the same time I felt like I was a young woman who was finally going to those parties that only grownups went to.

And since it was a dream, I flirted like crazy. I never was good at flirting, only watching my older sister and friends do it. But in this dream, I was a flirt expert and the men looked interested. A few, if they had a chance, flirted back with me. Ava was a flirt too. We were like two peas in a pod. I reached for two cups of wine and passed one to my friend. She took it with a glowing smile; we drank. It didn't taste as bad as I thought did. Guess my previous experience with wine-tastng (and none of them I liked) affected my dream. I smiled and looked all around, my chandelier earrings grazing my skin.

It was strange that a party like this would make me blush and feel so small and out of place, made me feel confident, beautiful, and - dare I say it? - sexy. I reminded myself this was a dream. In dreams, anything was possible.

"Oh, look! His Majesty is here!" Ava pointed up the stairs. I followed her finger and saw a tall handsome and unmasked man with two women. One leaning her head on his shoulder with a dreamy expression. The other had a mirror and leaned against his shoulder and held the mirror infront of them, as if taking a picture. I suppressed a giggle when I saw how wild his hair was and how much glitter was on his blue coat. But I had to admit, he did look dashing. Hmm, not a bad dream. I also noticed that my preference for older men really affected this dream. He could be in his late thirties, I guess. Yet that only seemed to add more charm.

"Is that the guy you were talking about?" I asked her. "The one who didn't have parties for a long time?"

She nodded and whispered, "His Majesty must be feeling up to spirits. But I have a feeling it won't last, so let's make every hour count."

I nodded wordlessly, watching the blonde man. He seemed a bit confused by the party. Only thing that sugested that was the way his eyes scanned the party. It was almost as if he was looking for someone. I felt a little sorry for him. Whoever "she" was, he must've felt for her deeply. I almost wanted to go up the stairs and ask if he was alright.

"How important is he?" I whispered.

Ava seemed surprised by my question but answered it anyway. "He's the Goblin King, Jane. Though that kingdom has residents that are... not as graceful as us, the whole Labyrinth plays an important part of our world."

"So he's Goblin King," I thought about it. "He doesn't look like a goblin though."

"No, silly!"

A passerby walked infront of us, blocking our view of the Goblin King for a brief second. I did a double-take at the stop of the stairs. The Goblin King was gone! I gaped. "He's gone!"

"Of course he is, silly!" Ava slapped my arm gently. "What did you expect? He's like us."

I frowned. He's like us. I turned to her and opened my mouth to ask her what she meant by that. But we were pulled apart as she was taken onto the dancefloor by a man. "Ava?" I called out but she couldn't hear me. And then I decided not to go after her. She shouldn't be chained to me the entire party. Afterall, this dream was only temporarily. I made my way around the room, caught up in the beauty of everything. I felt someone wrap their arm around my waist. I looked up to see a masked man pulling me towards the dancefloor. I let him take the lead and his arm detached from my waist briefly. His hand gripped my waist frimly. We began to waltz around the dancefloor. I smiled and laughed. My partner seemed to be amused by the party like I was. At some point in the dance, I didn't see him glance over my head. I became confused when he spun me out and let go of my hand. I turned around and stopped with a sharp gasp.

The Goblin King stood infront of me, smirking. I did the only thing I could think of. I curtsied. "Your Majesty."

He only took a step forward as indictation he heard me. He put his hand on my back and took my other hand in his left. We waltzed with the dancers. I couldn't take my eyes off of his face, especially his eyes. I wondered how he got the mismatched hypnotized eyes. I tore my eyes away from him and glanced around at the dancers. I saw one of the men scare a gossping woman by the wine table. I had to laugh with a few others. Everything I realized felt right. I was having the time of my life at a party that I seemed to fit in just right, not to mention I was dancing with a dazzling handsome older man who was also a king. Gosh, this was a great dream!

I looked back up at the Goblin King, he seemed amused at the recent scene that just took place. I was so surprised that I titled my head and when he looked back at me, I gave him a flirtatious smile and batted my eyes. The corner of his mouth turned up. He leaned down and tilted my head so he could whisper in my ear. But he didn't get to because I felt another hand overlap my own. The fingers wrestled mine to tangle with the king's. I glanced over my shoulder to see a beautiful blonde woman batting her eyes at the Goblin King. His hand left my back and I pulled my hand away and frowned slightly when the woman stepped in to be closer. I shrugged and turned away.

Its a dream, no hard feelings.

In all honesty, I didn't feel jealous. I didn't blame that every woman wanted to dance with the Goblin King, especially since it seemed so long since they partied. I smiled a little as I saw some passerbys laugh.

I had to dream like this more. I walked around, dancing a little more and drinking wine. When I danced with another man, my wine cup was still in my hand. His fingers overlapped mine which were around the thin handle. Hey, it works. But then I dropped it (clumsy me again). I muffled a laugh and my partner just barked a laugh. I didn't even bother to pick up the cup.

After some time, I decided to look for Ava. I kept my eyes opened for any spot of baby blue. I finally found her kneeling by some man in a chair. They were laughing and drinking. I walked towards her then stopped. I really don't want to ruin a good time for Ava, afterall she did say that the party might not last long. But that concept didn't seem to dawn on her. The moment she saw me, she jumped up and ran to me. I smiled.

"Oh!" She was glowing with a beautiful smile. "Everything's perfect!"

"It is," I said breathlessly. "I actually feel like I fit in. I should dream like this more often." Ava's face fell and she stared at me, frozen like a statue. I blinked. "What?"

"Dream?" She covered her mouth in horror. "Jane, come and hide in here quick!" We dove behind a draping glittery fabric, hiding us from view. Ava turned to me with such wide horrified eyes. "Jane, I want you to answer me truthfully, ok?"

I nodded. "Sure, anything."

"Are you mortal?"

I didn't laugh like I half-expected. I nodded, "Yes. I'm mortal." Ava twisted her fingers and looked around in a fright. "Ava, what's going on?"

She looked at me. "I'm not mortal. No one here is mortal."

"What?" I shook my head. "What are you talking about?"

"We're fae. We're a mystical race. We're like elves in a way. Oh, Jane, how did you end up here?" She bit her nail. She lifted her face and turned to me with a new expression. This time, it was of wonder. "Did you... Did you want to dream something like this?"

I thought about it, then nodded. "I was reading a book and it was talking about a fairy ball. I went to sleep, trying to imagine myself there. It looked a little like this," I looked around. "But not quite. And I wanted to find the fairy king and I kinda wanted him to fall in love with me, starting here at the ball."

Ava's eye lit up in realization. "You're the dreamer," she whispered. "But that means you have to get out, quick. Jane, will yourself to wake up."

"Sure, its a dream."

"No, its not, Jane. This is real." She took my hand. "Jane, your wishful thinking and dream brought about a party to us fae. But it also means you're here and that, well, the Goblin Kinig will..." I heard her voice drift away and the anxious look in her eye. She looked up at me with new determination. "I'm not going to tell him about you, though. You're so nice and well, let's face it, we're like two peas in a pod."

I smiled. "Thank you, Ava."

"So, try to find a way to wake up so you're out of here and the sooner that happens, the safer you'll be. For now, let's stick together."

I stopped her from going out. "I don't think he knows its me yet. We danced and he didn't talk about dreams or anything really."

She breathed in relief. "That's a relief. But that's only because you're wearing a mask and not the obvious picture of innocence that so many here laugh at."

I frowned. "I'm innocent!"

Ava smiled at me. "I know you are, you act like so. But your gown is lavender and you have a mask and you're blending in. She had no mask and she wore all white, like a bride, and acted so obvious."

I smirked. "Points for me."

"Come on, stay close by."

We walked out from our hiding place. The party was still going as before. I stuck close by Ava but didn't make it so obvious. We enjoyed the party like we did before but we were more wary of the people around us. I told myself it was all a dream, that my preference for a fairy tale adventure converted to the situation Ava told me about.

It was all a dream, right?

I suddenly felt disoriented and my eyes fluttered, trying to clear my vision. The noises grew louder and I grasped Ava's hand. She turned to me. She said something and then pulled me through an opening between mirrors. I don't know if anyone was in there but I knew Ava would make sure there was no one. She laid me down on something soft and kept talking to me. I felt so sleepy that I started to close my eyes but tried to stay awake.

"Everything's falling..." I whispered. "Falling down..."

"Jane," Ava whispered. "Don't dream about balls or fairy tales. Don't dream about the Goblin King or of the fae. Please don't, Jane."

I nodded, not really comprehending what she said. My head rolled back and I blacked out.

* * *

"Jane!" Someone shook me awake. My eyes snapped open. I stared up at the face of Alex, my older sister. Her brown eyes, my exact shade, mirrored my pale face. "What's wrong?" She whispered. "Why are you so sweaty?"

I blinked and looked around. White walls with picture frames replaced the ballroom's mirror walls. There was no wine table, just my vanity and my desk. The only light in my room was from my lamp on my bedstand. There were no leviatating candles decorated with pearls.

I answered Alex while still looking around. "I had a dream." I glanced down at myself. I was wearing my baby blue nightgown; no lavender gown and my hair was in its messy braid instead of a elaborate bun.

"What kind a dream?" Alex smirked and her question was suggestive. "A good one or a super good one?"

"Alex!"

She laughed. "I'm kidding, J. So tell me, what happened?" She flopped down on my bed, her back on my legs. I described to her everything: Ava, the ball, the Goblin King - everything. She was quiet for a moment after I finished. "So you daydreamed about a fairy ball and when you fall asleep, you're in one?"

"Yeah."

"And you meet the sexy Goblin King who now you're suppose to not dream of?"

"Yes."

"And Ava said it wasn't a dream, that it was all real?"

"Yes, Alex." I sighed. I didn't want her to ask questions that I had pretty much answered in my verbal report.

Alex sat back up. She turned her face to me. "It was just a dream, J. Don't let it bug you. I mean, really. How you gonna disappear from this house and attend a ball without any of us knowing?"

She was right. Alex didn't wake up easily from sleep but whenever something was happening to me or Sophie, she'd wake up and checked in on us. Sophie on the other hand was a light sleeper. She'd wake up from almost any unusual noise.

"And next time when you dream," Alex began. "Why don't you dream about the Goblin King -"

I shook my head and my eyes widened in horror. "No, Alex!"

She blinked but she was grinning. "I was going to say have the Goblin King be your servant. Be high queen or something."

I cocked my head to the side. "That could work."

"And you won't be afraid of him like Ava said."

I stayed quiet and glanced at the alarm clock. "Its 6 o'clock?"

"Yeah, might as well get up and get ready, huh?" She asked me. "Afterall, you gotta write in your dream journal now."

I laughed. "I will."

Alex patted my arm and said sincerely, "Don't think too much on it, Jane. Its just from your wild over-active sexual-deprived imagination."

I mocked a laugh. "Ha ha ha, very funny, Alex."

She laughed and walked to the door. "Whenever you're ready, I'll drive you to school, k?"

I looked at her. "Did you go to a party last night?"

She gave me one of her sly grins. "Maybe." She closed the door behind.

I rolled my eyes. That was Alex for you. Wild, rebelious Alex. But she was loyal and our bond was strong. Then there was me: quiet, shy, and daydreamer Jane. Sophie was a fairy tale dreamer, sweet, and honest. The three of us - Alex, me, and Sophie - had a strong bond. We were all sisters afterall. Though Alex and I were closer in age (she's twenty and I'm seventeen), we connected to Sophie (age ten) so easily. Our parents said we were all one person together. We were also like the sky. Alex was the sun: warm, impulsive, and untamable. Sophie was the star: a bright shinning light that lit up the darkness. Then there was the moon, which was me. I was told to be a glowing light in the dark, a sort of guide to others.

I walked to my vanity and pulled out my dream journal. I began to write in it and sketched pictures. As much as I loved writing, art always was first. So I did my dream as a small comic with a lot of paragraphs. I drew a close up of Ava and the Goblin King's faces. I finished shading in the king's face when I felt... strange. I glanced around. Everything was in order. I walked to my window and pulled the white sheet back a little. I glanced down the street; nothing unusual. I looked up at the sky. Nothing but a white barn owl. The way it moved suggested it was looking for something, or scanning the area. I watched it a little longer before pulling away. I flopped on my bed, thinking over about the dream. Maybe I was thinking too much of it, like Alex said. I sighed.

A knock on my door interruppted my thoughts. "Jane, its me. I'm leaving now. Get to school on time, k? I love you." I heard mom take a few steps before scurrying back to my door. "And your father and I will be late from work today. I told Alex to order pizza."

I grinned. "Thanks. Love you mom!"

"I love you too, honey."

I heard her walk away. I sat up, walked over to my closet, and swung the door open. Today was Friday and nothing could ruin my day. I stopped when I realized that today was my last day to work on my dress in fashion class. My eyes widened. "Oh my god! I gotta get to school early!"

And so began the day: rushing.

Note: I know what you're all thinking. "OMG. Another Jareth/OC?" If you're going to talk about that idea is overdone (and I really haven't seen Jareth/OC fanfics), please do so with courtesy and proper criticism. Now, I'm sure you're all wondering what's the deal with Jane and how she came to be. Well, I was watching "Labyrinth" and when it came to the ballroom scene, I was like "If I was dreaming like that, I'd be the biggest flirt in the room and just have the time of my life!" Thus, Jane was born. Why she brought back the fae balls, I do not know yet. It was just a spur of the moment kind of thing. Now, what do you think of it? Remember, no promises that it will continue. Hope you enjoyed!