A/N: I hope you are enjoying this story as much as I enjoy writing it. It is the nicest escape after a long, boring day that contains no fantasy. Please let me know what you are thinking in the comments. More comments= more writing and quicker updates :)

IT WILL SHOW YOU YOUR DREAMS

Sarah jerked awake.

For a moment she was stunned- she couldn't remember where she was and she didn't know what she had woken up for. The night sky was still dark- it had that heavy, yet fresh feeling that came with the early hours of the morning and it took Sarah a moment to realise she was back at her aunt's house, in her temporary bedroom.

Confused, she sat up and swung her legs out from under the covers, placing her feet on the cool wooden floor. The room appeared to sway slightly and Sarah blinked in the dark- she felt awful. As she rubbed her head, a sharp pain was felt at the back of her head and she was aware of her heart beating faster than normal. For a moment, she thought she was having a heart attack and she struggled to breathe. What had woken her up so dramatically?

She lay back down cautiously, resting her throbbing head once more onto the pillow as wave of nausea swept over her. Closing her eyes and taking in deep, calming breathes, Sarah tried to fall back to sleep. She had no idea what had just happened.

She turned over, her head shifting on the pillow as she opened her eyes instantly and gasped. Something hard was under her pillow! Sitting up quickly, she moved to pull it back and reveal a crystal ball.

Sarah's heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach, just as everything came flooding back to her.

Far off in the Underground, a baby could be heard crying.

The throne room was filled with goblins drinking ale out of barrels and wooden mugs, making a raucous as they always did. The scene that played out was almost exactly the same as a few weeks ago. Toby sat in a pit filled with blankets and jeering goblins that teased and scared him and made him wail. Jareth sat in his usual position on his throne- one leg casually thrown over the arm, grey tights hugging his skin and a white poets shirt folding open loosely at his chest, revealing soft skin.

Once more, Jareth had the baby in his possession and felt completely anxious and worried.

Rubbing his temples and placing his chin in his palm, he shook his head and tried to block out all the noise. It was giving him a headache and he felt his temper beginning to rise.

"Silence!"He roared suddenly, leaping up and hitting the side of his boot with his riding crop. The goblins hurriedly fell silent and all turned to look at their King.

"Somebody keep the baby quiet! I can't stand the wailing!"

He spun on his heel and strode moodily over to the window which looked out over his Labyrinth. Jareth's whole body was tense, he wouldn't be able to relax until everything was sorted and the way they should be. Conjuring up a crystal ball in his right hand, the image of Sarah appeared in it's glassy depths. She was sitting back in her room at her aunt's house and she seemed to be stressed out of her mind. Jareth could almost hear her heart beat wildly as he watched her begin to quiver. She too held a crystal ball in her hands- the one he had given her earlier just as he had disappeared with Toby.

He only hoped she would know what to do with it.

Sarah looked into the crystal ball held in her hand. Momentarily, the pain in her head was gone as she stared at the translucent orb, trembling. A sliver of the bright moon snuck out from behind a tree outside, as it began it's decent towards dawn. The pale milky light peered through her window, glowering past her shoulder and making the crystal gleam. Before, it had seemed so plain and simple, but now it shone with a magical sparkle and Sarah could see each tiny little glimmer clearly as they bounced off her walls and reflected on the ceiling. Enchanted by it's beauty, Sarah looked closer, holding it up to her face.

She stared transfixed as from deep within the crystal she began to see an image appear. At first it was hazy, but as the seconds ticked by and as Sarah looked harder she could clearly see the image of a great maze appear in the crystals sparkling depths. She remembered what Jareth had said, "It will show you your dreams."

Not knowing what to think, Sarah continued to watch as a scene unfolded. It was dark in the crystal now, but the light began to dance and shimmer and before she knew what she was looking at, she was watching herself fall. The Sarah in the crystal wore a beautiful dress- she was dressed exquisitely in long flowing golds and silvers, and her hair hung loosely in generous curls. She was falling, drifting almost, in slow motion. Gravity seemed to be defied as she slowly descended, and the real Sarah drew in a tight breathe. All around the Sarah in the crystal were pieces of what seemed to be a room. A beautiful silk drape wrapped itself around her as she tried to desperately free herself, and cushions fell in the dozen, all slowly descending with whole little world in the crystal was upside down. A mirror drifted by, and the real Sarah leant foward, eager to see what was in it's tiny reflection. Inside, in the mirrors depths, ticked a clock, it's time sped up on a face that showed 13 hours. Sarah knew that clock anywhere, it was the reason she had raced so desperately through the Labyrinth all those weeks before. The Sarah in the crystal must have noticed too, for she tried to push the mirror away with white gloved hands, graceful and delicately boned.

As if from a reaction from her light touch, the mirror unexpectedly burst, showering shards of glass everywhere. Sarah watched, stunned as the small version of herself, trapped in a crystal bubble tried to shield herself, turning her head away and drawing up her hands to cover her face. Her attempt to escape the sharp glass was unyielded, for specks of crimson appeared on her silk gown and gloves, the circles of red growing larger like rapidly spilling ink. She cried out, but the voyeuristic Sarah only saw her mouth open and her face twist in pain as from all over, she was pierced by the sharded glass. Not a sound was heard from the crystal- it was like a silent movie, but for Sarah, just watching was enough.

Show me my dreams?! She thought, suddenly furious at the Goblin Kings audacity.

In a surge of exasperation, Sarah flung the pellucid crystal at a wall across the room. She watched as the image inside it abruptly disappeared, the crystal returning to it's original self, as it too burst into tiny fragments that scattered on the ground.

Sarah dropped her head into her hands, gritting her teeth. Confusion seemed to be the only way she felt these days, on top of frustration. She couldn't understand what any of it meant. How could seeing herself being cut by a broken mirror in an upside down room be her desired dream?

He's messing with me, she thought, jerking her head back up and glaring over at the door. She hoped her aunt hadn't woken up to the sound of the crystal being smashed against the wall.

As if by magic, the moon suddenly disappeared, as it descended lower behind another tree in the garden. The room was once more shrouded in darkness and Sarah felt herself shudder as a cool breeze whipped it's way around the room through the open window. Sarah got up to close it, unhesitatingly. Outside, the darkness clung heavily to every shadow, and she just missed seeing a snowy owl make it's landing on a wide bough of the maple tree across the yard. Turning around to go back to the bed, something out of the corner of Sarah's eye caught her attention.

Looking towards the wall where the shattered crystal had been mere moments ago, there lay a perfectly ripe peach, surrounded by sparkling glitter.