Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, Jareth, anything Fae or Leprechaun related. Labyrinth belongs to Henson, Lucas, & Froud. Jareth belongs to Bowie, Henson, Lucas, & Froud. My fangirl fantasies are all my own.
A/N: This is the original story idea, first posted in on deviant art, same user name. I've tweaked it some, and added a 2-part prequel, posted as part of this story as chapters 1 & 2. If you like, stay tuned at the end of the chapter for a 2nd Author Note. Oh, and please review!
It's not that Jareth had been waiting through the centuries (eons?) for any old mortal female to catch his attention; there were always beautiful girls who'd wish, or dream, or play pretend. Besides, for mere beauty, there were always the different parts of the Fae world, from the High Court to the Ordinaries.
For cleverness alone, also the Fae world excelled, although some areas of academe could provide some intriguing interaction.
But the freedom found in joyous laughter. That could only be found among mortals. Well, except for the creatures called "Leprechauns" by those same mortals. But Jareth knew the history and heritage of the so-called "Little People," and accorded them a measure of respect, but held himself apart.
He sought the innocence of youth, the wisdom of time, and the patience of a saint.
He yearned for the fire of hotly-contested debate, the respect of comparable abilities, and coherent conversation.
He sought the truth within hope, the surprise of discovery, and the openness of the naïve.
He needed all of this, for he needed a wife, a Queen, a mate.
Above all, he thought, he needed an heir, and considered all of those qualities as necessary in a female to hold his attention long enough to produce one, and to raise him properly.
He just didn't realize that such a girl, such a woman, would captivate his heart without half trying.
A/N: That's it to the story so far. If you'd like for it to continue, and I kind of would, please review, give feedback & comments, and share some plotbunnies as to how this is going to happen. You see, we have Jareth, and he's lonely. At the moment, there's only me... wait a minute, I'm okay with this. Nevermind. DON'T give me feedback. DON'T give me ideas as to how he's going to meet Sarah. DON'T provide suggestions as to how the LA is going to identify her as the ideal Queen for the King. (What?! You don't remember what the LA is?! Go re-read Chapter 2, then come back and DON'T share any creativity as to how the book is going to come into Sarah's possession.)