Disclaimer: I think you all know the drill by now. Wren is mine, so are the members of her family and whatnot, but anything remotely related to the Labyrinth is not.

Sammi C.: Isn't he so cute? I love Squyshee. Man, some characters just beg to be written. Heh.

Yami Moon: yay! I'm glad you like Squyshee. He's such fun to put out in literary form. Hee!

Nikki: Well, I suppose Wren and Jareth were so sad because they weren't together… him stuck up in his study and all. And there's no war – Jareth works so very hard to keep it that way! I'm so thrilled you like the story – I like it, too, and it sure does make me smile to hear others like it as well.

Anij: Phew! I wish I didn't have to sleep - then this fic most definitely would be updated more.

Contraltissimo: From what I hear, he loves to get hugs, too. Hee.

DanikaLarenya: You WOULD say that, wouldn't you? My, my, my...

Notwritten: Aww, thank you!!! I DO like snow, since I don't see if very often. It doesn't snow much, here where I live... very warm... have to travel to see the white stuff...

Opaaru Tsuki: Yay! Cavities! Ahahahaha!!!

Music recommendations:

Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead by Barbra Streisand and Harold Arlen – this is a fun little song for Halloween, don't you think? And check out the line about "She's gone where the goblins go, below!"

Scary Monsters, Super Creeps by David Bowie - Fitting, I'd say.

Hey everyone! I'm back! Yeehaw! Heh… looks like there's been a bit of silliness going on around here… hope no one minds. Nanoing was awesome, but no matter how hard I try, I am still completely absorbed with this fic, and feel the constant badgering to update it. You can all send your thank-you emails to Danika for that… she's the one badgering me! Aaaaahhhh!

Okay quick note regarding this fic before we dive in for some fun. First off, I began writing this as a random piece of nothing, hoping for some honest to goodness random fun… but plot, as usual, has gotten in the way. Look at what's happening! This story is developing! What the heck am I to do with it???? Ah, well, just continue, I guess. But, point is, I am still going to have my odd and out-of-sequence chapters… kinda like this one.

So, that being said, how about we step back a little ways, and have a little… Trick or Treat! Ahahahaha!!! For those who don't recall, I was sooo wrapped up in finishing a mungo plot line before November, there wasn't time for Halloween! Gasp!

Enjoy!

I squealed and leapt out of my computer chair, nearly knocking it over, doing my happy dance around the room.

Now, mind you, I know my room. Sure, it's a little messy, but I still have plenty of room to get around. I also know my happy dance. When I'm overly excited, I know what I do. Put those two together, and I still know them. I know where to dance in my room, and where not to – I'm not that stupid.

So, I'm sure you could imagine my surprise when, in passing the foot of my bed and bean bag chair, my feet caught on something and tripped me, out of the blue. Normally, there was nothing there.

Okay… fine… so there wasn't always something there… but now, I suppose, there was something that tended to occupy that area with increasing frequency.

Or, I should say, someone.

Thankfully, that someone, who I should really just expect to be occupying my bean bag chair, was quite gallant, and swooped me into his arms before I flattened my face on the floor.

"Hi Jareth," I said, looking up at him, somewhat sheepishly. How the heck had he turned me around so that I was now looking up at the ceiling? Meh. I don't know.

Long strands of hair fell over my forehead as he regarded me, a bemused expression on his face. "Hello, my Wren. Am I correct in assuming the carelessly spasmodic jig you were just performing was your so called, 'happy dance'?"

I blew a puff of air out of the corner of my mouth, moving one of the strands of his hair away from my cheek where it was tickling me. "Do you really need to ask?"

He smiled down at me (was it just me, or did he smile at me more and smirk less?) and began toying with my own hair. "And what, pray tell, has you in such a delighted mood?"

I grinned. "Four sentences."

He frowned, "Pardon?"

I gave a little squeal and leapt up out of his arms, going back to my computer. "Four sentences! I got a four sentence review from notwritten!"

I sat in my chair and scooted up to the screen. Jareth reluctantly got up from his place in my purple chair and stooped behind me, looking over my shoulder at my monitor. "Oh, more of this nonsense…"

I leveled a glare at him, "Nonsense? Excuse me?"

He smirked and pecked my cheek, "I say that in the kindest way, my dearling."

"Sure you do," I grumbled. "Well, you may see this as silliness, but I have fun with it, and I love reviews. I mean, seriously! Look at this," I touched my finger to the screen, indicating the few words. "Four sentences! It's… amazing! Unheard of!"

He frowned at the screen, "I would hardly call those sentences. They are barely two words apiece! That one," he reached a hand over my shoulder, and touched a section of the screen, a little ways down, "Is far more impressive."

I shrugged, "Well, yeah, I know, but I always get lovely long reviews from Anij. Contraltissimo, too. But… notwritten… I feel like I've won an Oscar or something!"

"Oscar," his voice lowered and he stiffened, "Who is this Oscar?"

I rolled my eyes, "It's a golden statue, about a foot tall, GK, not a person. It's a prestigious award… never mind," I spun in my chair and faced him. He was now standing straight, looking down at me.

Have I mentioned how it blows my mind that I'm with him? Its moments like this, where two things happen. One, I look at him and start trying to wrap my mind around the fact that he is the Goblin King, and two, I start thinking about the oddest things you can imagine.

Like… would he look quite so regal if he were dressed up as a cowboy, or something?

"GK," I said, smiling up at him, "Do you want to dress up with me?"

I watched as he cocked his hips and started to say something, but then his eyes bugged as he realized what I had just asked him. He looked very taken aback, "I beg your pardon?"

My face went red and I snorted. I'm one of those kinds of people who always realize too late that not every country in the world, or culture, for that matter, celebrates all the same holidays. Little stupid things like that. If I'd said that to anyone else, especially with Halloween being one week away, they would have known exactly what I was talking about. Jareth, though, may not be that familiar with Halloween. I was a nerd, and had competely not thought of that.

"Um," I coughed, "You know about Halloween, right?"

He pursed his lips in thought, "Oh, that would he All Hallows Eve? Yes?"

I smiled, "So you have heard of it,"

"The harvest festival, yes, I have, but… what does dressing have to do with it?"

I shrugged, "I think, way back when, dressing up in costumes was how people believed they could blend in with the evil spirits that roamed the earth on that night… something like that. Now, though, people dress in costumes and go to parties and give out candy and have a load of fun! Do you want to dress up with me?"

He looked genuinely confused, "In costume?"

I nodded, "Yeah! We could go as a couple! Oh," I looked upwards, feeling slightly dreamy, and sighed, "I've always wanted to dress as a couple. Never had someone to dress with, though, until now."

But, somehow, Jareth did not look as excited about Halloween as I did.

Then he smirked, "Costume? Very well. I shall dress as the Goblin King."

I snorted and crossed my arms over my chest, "That's a no."

He gave me his pouty face, "Why not?"

I gritted my teeth, "Because, GK, everyone would expect me to be Sarah."

His eyes widened and I saw the recognition in them. But then he gave me a wide grin, "Come now, Wren. You need not be Sarah… you could be my goblin."

One of my eyebrows lifted as I frowned at him, "Do you make it a practice to regularly kiss your goblins?"

He pulled a disgusted face. I laughed, "Didn't think so."

Pretty quickly, we realized that simply choosing a couple to dress as wasn't as easy at is sounded.

I thought it would be fabulous to go as something outrageous and fun, like Tarzan and Jane. I reasoned that his hair would be perfect, and he's got a great chest to go shirtless. Jareth countered that Tarzan, to his knowledge, did not wear gloves, and he simply refused to go without them.

Jareth, in turn, thought it would be rather fitting for us to go as Hades and Persephone, from Greek mythology. He said that, being a ruler of a kingdom in the Underground, he could do a smashing Hades. I countered that I did not want to go as a flower girl… and besides, Persephone didn't like Hades, as far as I could remember. Plus, that was my sister's name.

He came back quickly, suggesting what he called, 'an Aboveground classic', Romeo and Juliet. Okay, I flatly refused. I hate Romeo and Juliet. I like Shakespeare, I do, but not that play. It's overdone, cliché. That's the first thing people think of. And, besides that, they both DIE. That's not something I want to spend a night as, thank you very much.

So, I suggested us going as Sonny and Cher – but pointed out that because he was so much taller than me, he'd have to be Cher. Truth was, I really wanted to see him in a wig and dress. I almost got him to agree to that… but then he insisted that I show him a picture of Sonny and Cher before he agreed. Once he saw them, he flatly refused, on two counts. One, he did not want to have long black hair, and two, he did not want to see me wearing a mustache.

On that instance, I chose not to think too hard about how he didn't have any objections to the idea of dressing in drag, in general, but merely on the long, black hair.

"Ooh! Ooh!" I said, bouncing up and down on my bed, "We could go as Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask!" I was only half serious with that one, because in all reality, you wouldn't catch me dead wearing that short of a skirt.

Jareth just blinked at me a few times, then changed the subject.

So, we discussed the situation a little more. Finally, I had a suggestion that Jareth seemed to like.

"Okay, so what about this," I said, seriously wracking my brain for something that would work. This was very much a shot in the dark. "How about, instead of dressing as a couple, we chose each other's costumes?" an image of me, standing in an endless sea of ruffles came to mind, "Um, but, you know, with a few stipulations… or something…"

This intrigued Jareth. He turned to me, now with an appraising eye. He looked me up and down, thinking carefully. Just to be cheeky, I stood and turned around in a circle for him to see me better. He laughed, but became quiet as he was thinking.

As I turned, my eyes fell on my CD rack… oh, I had the best idea ever!

I whirled around, "Jareth! I know! You can be-"

He raised a hand up, cutting me off, "If you even so much as think about suggesting I dress as that… that… that Dylan Buford fellow-"

"David Bowie!" I all but screeched, "How in the world can you be so bad with names?!"

"-then I swear, Wren, I will force you to go as Lady Godiva!"

I was going to say something, but I knew he was rather serious about that. I smiled and bit my lip, "Okay, then, nothing Bowie-fied. What would you prefer I choose for you?"

He thought about it then lifted his nose in the air, "Something… royal, if you can manage it."

I snickered, "Oh, I think I can… and for my costume, all I ask is that you keep the ruffles to a minimum."

His jaw fell a little, in obvious disappointment, but he quickly clamped his teeth together and said nothing further.

Still feeling cheeky, I quickly sat myself down on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. This drew an amused smile on his lips, and he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around my waist and drawing me closer.

"Now, Wren, that I have agreed to participate in this, would you tell me what it is we will be doing, once we have donned our costumes?"

I rested my head on his shoulder. I liked his shoulders. "Well, Allie invited me to come to the Halloween block party her neighborhood is holding. She says it will be a huge event. Loads of fun. There will be lots of dancing and music and food and games… what do you think?"

He shrugged, lifting my head slightly as he did so, "As long as I do not lose you in the crowd, I suppose that should not be… unpleasant. Who is Allie choosing to dress her self as?"

I opened my mouth and started to say, but suddenly a crazy idea occurred to me… Oh, yes, I knew who Allie was going to be for Halloween. I knew she'd been working on it non stop for quite some time… it was a very elaborate costume with loads of details… I looked at Jareth, imagining… a very crazy idea forming in my head. I wondered what Allie would do if I…

"Jareth, there's someone else we need to invite to this party."

"Are you serious?" I didn't mean to sound incredulous. I was just… a little weirded out by Jareth's choice.

He raised an eyebrow at me, "I thought you enjoyed this character."

I sighed, "I do, don't get me wrong, I really do… I just didn't think…"

"That I would choose it?" He gave me his flashy grin, "You were the one that absolutely insisted I watch those films with you."

"I know, but…"

"And," he said, pointedly, "You forbade me from choosing anything with ruffles, did you not?"

"Well, yes, I did…"

"Then here you go," he said with ceremony, draping the dress and accessories across my outstretched arms – which, for the record, had not been outstretched in welcoming my costume, but in pleading against it. Dear me.

What had he given me? A white dress with loose, open sleeves that went down to my wrists and up to my neck with a relatively thick collar. It swept down to the floor and had white boots. It was a loose dress and had a simple metal belt that went with it… though, the dress was really loose enough to hide the belt. Can you guess what it was? I couldn't either, until he showed me the final accessory.

A wig. A dark brown wig, almost black, parted in the middle and taken into two buns on each side of the head. Can you guess NOW?

Yes, that's right. He'd picked Princess Leia. But, not the cute and cool Leia costumes… no, he'd chose the first one. Don't get me wrong, I liked Princess Leia… but the bun-headed thing? It gave me an eye twitch.

My only consolation was in the costume I'd picked for him. Well, that and the fact that he could have chosen the metal bikini for me.

I handed him the hanger with as much flourish as he had handed me mine. He took one look at it, glared at me, and jabbed a finger in my direction.

"I said NO Darren Bonnie!" he said, angrily.

I frowned. "I didn't get you a Bowie costume… trust me, it would be a heck of a lot more colorful if I had."

His face fell and he looked at the costume with fear, "But… this is skin-tight, with silver sequins, strange shoes," those were on the floor, and I'd pointed them out to him after I'd handed him the fabric, "Absurd hair and… and… optical protection! You cannot tell me this is NOT one of his costumes!"

I sighed, but smiled. "Oh, GK, this isn't Bowie, I swear!"

"Then what is it!" he wailed, helplessly.

I grinned, wickedly, "It's Elvis! The King of Rock and Roll!"

"Wren, I look absurd."

I elbowed him as we walked down the street, "If I have to wear these buns on my head, GK, then YOU can tolerate that," I scoffed, "And come on, it's not all that different from what you usually wear!"

He gave an indignant harrumph, "I beg the differ!" he looked down at his costume and pulled a face, which was half-obscured by the large, rhinestone glasses he wore… and the black wig – which had been a pain to get on him, and hide all of his wild hair underneath. He wore the classic white bell bottomed Elvis suit, opened wide to expose his chest and simply covered with sparkles. And large shoes. Hee. He looked almost nothing like himself – and I adored it. And it also came with a totally fun purple half cape.

But, then, I frowned and looked around, "Hey, GK, are you sure you invited-"

He waved a hand at me, "Yes, I did… now," he looked over the massive crowd that was filling the street, "Where is Allie?"

I looked around carefully… the block party really was quite crowded. Filled to the brim with people (a great deal of them appeared to be pirates, something that made me glad neither Jareth nor I had chosen a pirate costume for the other… even though I would DIE to see him in the Ziggy-pirate suit…) and loud music playing… people were dancing and having a good time. There were booths set up in all the front yards that lined the street, each booth offering a game or snack or something of the like. Allie said something about it being sponsored by the Home Owner's Association… it helped raise money? Something like that. I wasn't sure.

But, long story short, Allie's parents were running a booth, and I knew her house. I figured that would be a good place to start looking for her.

I motioned for Jareth to follow me.

We started to cut straight through the crowd of people who were dancing to the booming music, but I soon realized a problem.

Some girl nearly tripped on the guy she was dancing with when she spotted what I am sure she thought was the hottest Elvis since the actual one. I gave her a glare, ignored Jareth's smirk, and took a firm hold of his hand to pull him along.

But, oh, no, the troubles didn't stop there.

About ten seconds later, Jareth yelped and threw several frantic glances over his shoulder. I raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"

He looked utterly scandalized, "Someone pinched me!"

I nearly had to swallow my own fist to keep from laughing hysterically. I took his hand and led on.

Two more 'inappropriate caresses', as he was referring to them, and one blatant ogle later, we'd made it through the dance crowd. I saw the booth out front of Allie's parents' home, and hurried there before someone flatly attacked him, or something.

I found Allie, standing nearby, refilling a water cooler. I pointed to her, "There she is, Jareth."

Allie heard me, and turned around. She had seemed to be about to say something, most likely a greeting, but burst out in hysterical laughter at the sight of the two of us. I couldn't blame her – we really were a sight. We were both wearing white with dark wigs. When else could you see Elvis escorting Princess Leia? A chubby Leia, at that?

Allie, though, looked incredible. Her costume was awesome, but then again, I'd seen pictures of her previous Halloween costumes, and they always were really cool. Probably since the age when she'd been old enough to wield scissors on her own.

She was wearing a pale green dress with metal fittings and pieces of armor on the shoulders. She had long gloves of the same pale green and several pieces on the dress that had intricate patterns on it… her long hair was down her back and she wore a kind of crown that came down on her forehead with jewels and other bits of finery on it – yes, she made it herself. I'd seen her working on it. But, the coolest part was her ears. She had fake pointed ears stuck on her own – and they looked very real. Real enough, anyway.

I squealed when I saw the full, final project. She was very much Princess Zelda.

"Princess Leia!" she said coming forward. We had a typical moment between two people with interesting costumes, where we each explained our stuff and whatnot. Allie told me about her costume, I told her the deal I'd made with Jareth and why he'd chosen Leia for me.

Jareth, when Allie turned to him to ask about his Elvis costume, said simply, "I have a cape. And sequins."

I glared at him, "You can stop sulking, you know."

Allie laughed though, and lightly patted him on the shoulder, "Ah, Jareth, you make a fabulous Elvis. Far more dashing than… um… the original, even."

This seemed to perk him up. "Oh?"

I let them go on talking for a bit. I was scanning the crowd. Jareth had better have invited…

Allie gasped. I turned around to see what had happened. Her eyes were very large and very round – making me think briefly of an Anime drawing of Zelda or something – and she was looking down the street.

Jareth followed her gaze and gave a sly, knowing smile. You see, I had shown him a picture of Zelda when I'd told him about Allie's costume, and my crazy idea. He'd not heard of the character, so I pulled on up on the internet for him… but, it was a picture of Zelda and Link, together. Jareth stared at it for a long time, and when he'd finished, he was thinking the exact same idea that I was.

And now, as I followed both of their gazes, I was very excited.

Allie's mouth was hanging open a little. I giggled. Strolling down the sidewalk was a tall male form, dressed in gray breeches, a dark green tunic, brown boots and brown gloves. He had a sword slung across his back – I had the sneaky suspicion that it was real – and a shield hung from his belt – I assumed he just didn't want to carry it. Most striking, though was the hair. He did wear a kind of droopy green hat on the crown on his head, but the man had very long golden hair and very prominently pointed ears.

Allie swallowed – I could hear it. She fumbled for my arm still looking at the figure headed in this direction. "Wren…? Wren, do you see…?"

I grinned, "Oh, the guy in green?"

She nodded, "Holy cow… it's… it's…" she made a small squeak when said guy in green turned, spotted us, smiled, walked our way. "He's coming this way! Wren! I swear… it's… Link!"

Even Jareth had a pleased smirk on his face. He looked at Allie, "Actually, that would be…"

I stepped forward and waved at the guy, "Hi Tillan."

Tillan broke out into a large grin and threw his arms out wide in welcome, "Lady Wren!" he said, his rich voice standing out, even over the music. Before I could stop the friendly half-elf, he grabbed me up in a hug.

Elves. No regard for personal space. Jareth's smile faded momentarily, but I quickly peeled myself out of Tillan's grasp and smiled at him. Dang, he was tall. I mean, he was as tall as Jareth was, but… his outfit seemed to make him more so.

"I'm glad you came!" I said to him, cheerily.

He beamed at me and looked around at the crowd briefly, "I thank you, Wren, for the kind invitation! When Jareth contacted me I was overjoyed! I was a bit confused by the attire you requested I wear, but I was not about to decline such a lively request, in the least! I have not been to a… what is this? A… padlock party?"

I snickered, "Block party. You share Jareth's knack for names."

Tillan laughed merrily, "Ah, but that is what he told me! Ah! And speaking of our dear Goblin King, where is he?"

I started laughing uncontrollably. Jareth stood just behind me and lifted a gloved hand (white gloves, mind you). "Tillan," he said shortly – as he glared at, of all people, me!

The tall half-elf did a double take, his dark eyes widening in completely raw surprise, "Jareth? What in the name of the Underground are you wearing? I was aware you were fond of flashy items but this seems extreme, even for you."

Without a word, Jareth just turned to me and inclined his head, glaring at me over the rim of his shades.

I turned to Tillan, "He's Elvis… ever hear of Elvis?"

Tillan nodded, looking at Jareth appraisingly, "Ah, yes, I see now. Very fine, Goblin King. I especially find the hair to be…" he smirked, "Interesting."

Jareth was about to say something, but there was a giggle from behind us. Allie was still staring at Tillan in shock.

Tillan, though, had already spotted her. His eyes lit up and his smile fell slightly. Instantly, his posture and stance shifted to be more… official? Is that the word? I suppose. He wasn't joking with us, now, he was…

Well, apparently, staring at Allie.

"Lady Wren," he said, not looking at me at all, "I have not been formally introduced to your… companion…"

I grinned, feeling a little embarrassed. "Um, Tillan, this is Allison Wicks… Allie, this is Tillan. He's a friend of Jareth's."

Her eyes bugged a little and she looked at me sharply, "From… from the Underground? Seriously?"

Tillan stepped forward and extended a hand to her, "Lady Allison," he said in a highly formal voice, "I graciously thank you for the extended invitation to your evening festivities and hope that my presence pleases you this night."

"Call me Allie," she said, weakly, taking his hand. When he pressed her gloved hand to his lips she went bright red.

I could help but notice that Tillan was eyeing her ears… I'm sure he wasn't offended or anything, knowing his fascination with the Aboveground and all. I cleared my throat, drawing both of their attentions.

"Okay, Tillan," I said, "The reason I asked you dress like this was for Allie, actually…" Allie went even redder, "She's dressed as Princess Zelda, and since Jareth and I couldn't pick a couple to dress as, I thought she ought to at least have a-"

He snapped his fingers, "Link! Yes!" he said, brightly, "Now I remember!" he laughed for a little bit, "I have studied that game…"

"You have?" I was shocked.

He went a little red in the cheeks, "Ah, yes… Aboveground things fascinate me, you see…"

I nodded, "That's why I thought you'd like to come to the block party."

He reached out and squeezed my hand, briefly. "And for that, I thank you…" he looked down at his costume, "Now that I ponder the concept, I suppose I do look similar to Link, do I not?"

Allie beamed at him, "You… you about the Legend of Zelda?"

Jareth and I looked very surprised when Tillan walked over to Allie and offered her his arm. Allie looked highly embarrassed, but took it and let Tillan lead her down the street, answering her questions and asking plenty of them himself as they went.

Jareth raised an eyebrow at me while smirking. "You were hoping for that. Do not deny it."

I grinned. I came to him and tugged on the open edges of his shirt, "I deny nothing. Look at her, she's thrilled."

Jareth smirked at me, "True. But, now I am thinking you just wanted to get her out of the way."

I eyed him, "What the heck do you mean by that?"

He wrapped his arms around me, "You wanted me all to yourself tonight."

I snorted, "Well, if that had been my plan, which it wasn't, it worked. But it wasn't."

Some lively music came on just as Jareth leaned down to kiss me. I pecked him lightly, promising myself that I'd hunt Tillan and Allie down in a while to make sure she wasn't feeling awkward or anything (though I highly doubted she would be), and looked at the people dancing.

"Hey, Elvis," I said, grinning, "Care to dance a space princess around for a few songs?"

He took my hand and spun me quickly, "Happily," he said, "But I had better not get any more… inappropriate caresses."

I snickered, "Ah, you'll only get them from me, you sexy beast."

"I said inappropriate, Wren. Not imaginary."

I snorted and let him lead me out to dance to the music. Can you say, best Halloween, ever? I've got to be the luckiest girl alive. And the happiest. And the most hated, by Elvis fans, everywhere.

Muahaha!

Phew! Hm, that kind of stopped abruptly, didn't it? Well, it has to. This wasn't meant to be such a huge chapter! THIS PLOT IS EATING MY SOUL!

Be on the lookout for Christmas fun, soon!

Until then, do review! Reviews keep me going!!!

Much love,

Marti

Oh, and one more thing: this chapter had a kind of special mention in it to notwritten. It's a thank you, for being my very first reviewer on this story, ever. Hope you enjoyed it!