Quick A/N: I realised there's a mistake in chapter 1, saying Jareth is ruler of the Underground. It should say a ruler of the Underground. Sorry for the confusion that may incur in later chapters. Also, I originally intended to do it as six years later, but I realised I wanted Toby to be older, so in that same chapter, it may say six instead of ten.

You should see the plot for this story! By the looks of it, it may be in a series of volumes…

Disclaimer: As stated previously, I do not own the Labyrinth, I am not affiliated with the Labyrinth and I am certainly not getting paid.

Jareth's ears were burning. Had he just heard…? He summoned a crystal. "Show me." The crystal sparkled and inside began to ripple with colour. There, he saw Sarah.

"I wish I was in the Labyrinth, right now."

Jareth's eyes flashed with thoughts. He absorbed the crystal with a smirk on his face. "GOILIN!" he bellowed. At that instant a goblin, what seemed like a goblin but slightly taller, shot into the throne room. He had brown eyes, a small mouth and was dressed in brown robes; a lot different from the usual goblin attire.

"Yes sire," Goilin bowed.

"Did you hear?"

"About the miss who had recently entered the Labyrinth, of course sire. Do you want me to bring her straight to the castle?"

"NO!" Jareth bellowed.

"I'm sorry you're Majesty, of course, you can transport yourself to the girl and bring her to the castle yourself. Where is my head?"

"Probably with the Fierys, I need you to make sure she gets to the castle. Either on her own or even with that Hogwash (or whatever he's called), that babbling fox and that oversized teddy bear. I need her to come to me on her own terms. Make sure no-one disrupts her path too much." Jareth pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yes sire." Goilin replied; he bowed and quickly shot from the room as fast as his legs would carry him. He knew that his King wouldn't be in the best of moods with the girl re-entering the grounds. He'd personally seen the torment that his Majesty had been through, and seen a lot of the anger through Jareth's right boot.

As soon as Goilin had gone, Jareth felt relieved, like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Sarah was back! But he knew she would not accept him into her life just like that, he had to keep his composure, act aloof. There was always the chance that he could use the persona of the Goblin King (the side to him he used to take children away, he could not be soft when it came to dealing with people who wished children away, those were the rules), but he quickly dismissed the idea as soon as he thought of it. That side to him could be quite cruel; that was his power taking over. Jareth was not one to be messed with when a runner was through the Labyrinth; he reeked of power, a dark purple aura emanated off him, and he terrified his goblin subjects to the point of them fearing of being in the room with him and getting a boot up the backside, and fearing of not being in the room with him which may incur his wrath.

Sarah had only ever really seen him as the Goblin King; she never got to know him as a person – well, not a person in the traditional sense, a Fae person. Every time he was close to being his normal self, Sarah was nowhere near him. Her dream in the ballroom was exactly that, a dream. Jareth felt his heart shrinking when she ran away from him, only to escape her dream and continue into reality. Their final conversation was the last chance Sarah had to see the real Jareth; had she taken her dreams, Jareth would have sent Toby home – he never intended to turn Toby into a goblin, he liked him very much as a human – and made Sarah his Queen, and, Jareth cringed as to how clichéd it sounded, they would live happily ever after.

Jareth stood there, puzzled. He breathed out slowly. He had time. It all depended on how Sarah would use her time. She may choose to solve the Labyrinth, in which case she would be done in about ten hours, give or take a couple if she ever got distracted. But then, if she found the secret passages, he had no more than an hour until she arrived at the castle. What if she chose not to come to the castle at all? Would she avoid trying to find him? Would she just go straight to her friends and miss out the castle completely?

There were just too many questions for Jareth to answer. His mind swirled at the endless possibilities. If only she knew how he felt.

I would not be feeling any of this heartache, any of this torment, if only she had accepted her dreams when I had offered them. If only she would have loved me.

A/N: I apologise for this incredibly short chapter, I wanted to insert some of Jareth's thoughts on what had happened. I also wanted to write this as soon as possible as a massive thank you to all those who have read this story, put it on story alert and even took the time to review it. It means a lot to me.

If only there had been a sequel to one of the best heart-wrenching, fantasy induced films that sadly, didn't make much at the box office but grew into one of the most respected and biggest cult followings with the most loyal, lovable, imaginative and creative fans in the world. This is for Jim Henson and all of those women and girls who have a little bit of Sarah in them, and all those guys who have a little bit of Jareth, Hoggle, Ludo or Sir Didymus in them.

Thank you all for inspiring me.