So I'm updating again, twice in one week! Aren't I good to you? I figured since I only put up the prologue I should put the first chapter on now. Again I'd like to thank my fantastic beta would put her stories on hold to help.
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth nor Jareth's criminally tight pants!

Chapter 1
Sarah Williams, Champion of the Labyrinth, who was unaware of those scheming her fate let out a long groan as she hauled her last box into her new room..
" Are you sure I can't help you with that?" Her new roommate was leant up the doorframe a mug of... something in her grasp.
"No no, you've helped me enough really." Sarah pushed her hair out of her eyes. She really couldn't believe her luck, finding a place like this at such low rent at such a short notice. Sarah was sure her roommate mate was paying more in her share than she was letting on, and although she didn't like it Sarah was grateful. With the extra money, she was able to buy a new laptop which she so desperately needed for her writing course.
Sarah sat down on a pile of boxes, catching her breath, even with the elevator it was still a huge load of work to bring all of the boxes up to the apartment. In her spot Sarah was able to survey the space. It was large with five spacious rooms; a kitchen with fully working utilities and a breakfast bar, a living room with an electric fire and large television, two bedrooms and a study/art room. Sarah had assumed that her roommate had already taken over the study as she had filled with canvases, but Sarah didn't need much space. Her room already had a large double bed with Sarah's white bedding with blue accents just waiting to be put on it. Along with the bed there was already a desk, dresser, wardrobe and two bedside tables, all white.

Sarah also took the time to observe her new roommate, she could see her flitting around the kitchen. Her name was Darcy leRoi and from what Sarah had gathered, her family came from England, although Darcy had spent time in America anyway when she went to boarding school in Vermont. She was a freshman like Sarah, but judging the apartment she was well off, majoring in art (minoring in drama, like Sarah). Appearance wise, Darcy was stunning, she was petite, 'impish' even, with curves in all the right places and long brunette locks that were streaked with blonde. Piercing blue eyes was framed by dark lashes. Darcy reminded Sarah of someone, though she couldn't think who, or perhaps didn't want to think who.
"So when do your classes start?" Darcy questioned after she came back into the room and handed Sarah a mug.
"Um... Tuesday at ten o'clock, you?" Sarah took a sip of the drink. It was hot with familiar spices that she couldn't place.
"Thursday, eleven." Darcy placed her mug down on a side board. "Do you want any help with unpacking?"
"You sure, thanks" Sarah stood up and brushed of her jeans. Darcy had already opened a box and was flitting around placing bits and bobs around the room. Suddenly she stopped in mid-picking something out of a box. Sarah herself was unpacking a box of books
"What's wrong," Darcy shook her head and lifted Sarah's statue of the Goblin King out of the box.
"Nothing , it's just a really cool statue." She placed it on the shelf in front of her, her fingers lingering on the minute statue. It suddenly hit Sarah that it was the Goblin King that Darcy reminded her of. Both had those bright blue eyes, and although Darcy's was brunette and he was blonde both had streaked hair. Sarah shook her head of the thoughts; it was probably just her imagination being paranoid.
Sarah went back to unpacking her box only to pause again as her hands brushed a red leather cover. She picked it up out of the box and examined it as it to confirm that it was indeed the same play book that had caused her so much trouble five years before. Sarah flipped to the front page and absentmindedly read a few lines, one in particular caught her eye.
" But what no one knew was that the King of the Goblins had fallen in love with the girl." Sarah quickly shut the book. Had he really loved her? Or was that just one of his ploys. In the ballroom she had felt so loved and his face as she ran from him had looked so crushed.
"You okay?" Sarah looked up to see Darcy looking at her.
"Yeah sorry I just thought I had gotten rid of this." Sarah held up the red book before placing it in the drawer but her bed.

Darcy allowed herself a small smile as she heard Sarah open and close the drawer. Tracking the book done had been easy. The Williams family had never actually thrown the book out, it had lain forgotten in their attic. Getting the book into Sarah's boxes had been the hard part. Sarah's room and her possessions weren't susceptible to fae magic, so she simply couldn't make the book or herself appear in the room, so she was forced to materialise on the branch beside Sarah's window and climb through in animal form, which even under Jareth's tutorage she still couldn't quite get the hang on.

**Flashback**
"Come on Darcy, again" Jareth sighed audibly.
"I'm trying, it's hard alright." Darcy crossed her arms and closed her eyes again. She tried desperately to 'unlock her inner being' but it was hard. She couldn't focus. In the open throne room she felt horribly exposed stood in the centre with Jareth's pacing footsteps echoing around her in the silent room. Cracking open an eye Darcy attempted to give Jareth a one-eyed glare. Obviously this failed as Jareth paused to give her an amused smirk.
"Would you please stop that, it's really distracting" Jareth's smirk intensified.
"There will be times when you shall be forced to transform in situations much more distracting than that of footsteps. Now again." Darcy took a deep breath and closed her eyes." She heard Jareth come stand behind her."
"Darcy, open your mind, but don't let anything get in. Find your inner magic." Darcy could almost cry from relief, finally something she could do. She focused upon the burning ball of energy inside herself, drawing it up.
"Now focus upon it and will yourself to change. Block everything out, including me." Darcy felt herself shrink and stretch, changing shape. She had expected it to be painful, like the pain when the bones in her legs were healed with magic, that time she fell from a tree. When Darcy opened her eyes, she found herself staring at Jareth's boots.
"Well don't Darcy, now come back I refuse to talk to you when you're no higher that my calves." Darcy focused on changing back and found the transformation was a lot easier. It seemed that changing back into your true form was a lot easier than changing into that of your animal.
"Finally you got it." Jareth drawled as she opened her eyes to find herself eye level with his collar bone.
"Well I'll say this for you, you happen to make a very beautiful fox."
**End Flashback**

Darcy felt a lone tear fall from her eyes. She hadn't realised how much Jareth had done for her till now, how much she needed him. And now, well now she wouldn't see him for four years, bar any balls that she was obliged to go to although he would probably be too angry with her to talk to her. And if hr plan didn't go well he would never forgive her and she if her plan didn't go the way she wanted it, well she would probably never see him again.

Word Count : 1,279 yey past the 1000 mark! So happy, please read and review as reviews are literally the only thing keeping me off crack. Love you all

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