Hello everyone! Wanted to give my readers a heads up that while this fic has Sandman characters, it is a Labyrinth fic. Meaning that you can read this fic without knowing anything about Sandman as they're more of cameo characters. Enjoy and please leave reviews :)

"Watcha doin', Luc?"

A raven flew down to the librarian, who was busy organizing books, as a librarian does.

Using one hand to adjust the circular steel-framed glasses, Lucien put a few books down before speaking to the curious raven.

The librarian was tall, with very prominently pointed ears and a serious yet gentle appearance, enhanced by the long and fancy coat. "Reorganizing the library."

The raven lifted its wings and made a gesture that appeared to be shrugging.

"Why? It looks really nice already. Super clean and all."

Lucien grabbed one particular book, frowning at it.

"While true, being clean and organized are two vastly different things, Matthew. Look at this book, and look at what section we are in. I found it on this shelf."

Matthew hopped over, making a noise of confusion.

"The Wanderings of the Moon, by Julia Child. Not the Julia Child? The cook? Why would it be here, in the Magician Spells section? And Julia Child writes science fiction novels?"

"That's correct. At least in dreams."

Lucien put the book back on a cart, wheeling it to where it belonged. "Books in the Dreaming are books that are both written and unwritten. Who says that cooks can't have dreams about writing science fiction novels?"

Matthew hummed thoughtfully. "Yeah, I guess I never thought of that before. So, the books are, what, rearranging themselves?"

"It would seem so." Lucien plucked a few more misplaced books into the cart.

Matthew hopped onto the cart just as Lucien started to wheel it forward. "Weird. I'm guessing that's not a normal thing?"

"Precisely."

"Do you think…" he paused so long that it seemed he was going to drop the subject. "…that it had to do with Rose?"

"The Vortex? No." Lucien stopped at the new section and placed the book where it belonged. "The vortex episode has passed. I doubt that's what this is. Perhaps it's the Dreaming itself. Sometimes strange things occur, although rearranging books would be a first. I will consult Lord Morpheus once I'm done cataloging."

Matthew watched Lucien place more books away. For a moment, there was no sound except for the placement of books.

"Umm, if it's going to rearrange itself anyway, maybe we should just tell The Boss first?"

Lucien didn't answer. Matthew shook out his feathers, seemingly irritated at the lack of response, although he seemed to shrug it away as if it was expected. Perhaps Lucien was someone who did not like being questioned or bothered while in the middle of doing something.

When Lucien was done, and the cart was put away, the two of them made their way to the throne room.

The throne room was one of the most magnificent places anyone could ever witness. There were marvelous, ever-changing patterns on the stained-glass windows.

The arches that led to and from the throne room were large and intricately carved with images one would think of from fairy-tales. A tall staircase led to a throne at the very top with no railings or fancy adornments, leaving the simplicity of the throne to shine as the centerpiece of the whole room.

Golden spires of the moon and sun rose from the ground to the throne's level, reflecting the light that drifted in from the windows.

The walls and the ceiling, if you could even call them that, seemed to be the sky itself, giving one the feeling that there was no ceiling, and the throne room was simply open to the forces of nature.

Near the floor, the walls were pink like the sky during sunset. As one looked up higher, the pink bled into dark purple and blues until pitch black, dotted by the stars on the "ceiling" that didn't seem to be there. There was a glowing moon, a swirling gas planet, and a comet shooting across in a brilliant display.

Sitting in the middle of the staircase was a tall, thin man with darkness for eyes and stars for pupils. His jet-black hair was wild and untamed. His cloak was made of stars and dusted with ever-moving flames around his ankles. He looked up, seeing Lucien and Matthew.

He said nothing, just observed them, indifferently.

Lucien bowed. "Lord Morpheus, I've made an observation of the books in the library. They seem to be… rearranging for some reason."

At this, Lord Morpheus raised an eyebrow.

"Rearranging? Not flying off the walls in chaos or simply dropping to the ground?"

His voice was deep, with the weight of one older than Earth itself.

"No, Lord. Rearranging. They seem to be moving to different sections of the library, though I have yet to observe any of them physically moving to do so."

"Hmm." Morpheus stood. "That is strange. Any patterns of this?"

"Not an obvious one, no. I have been concerning myself with placing them in the correct spots. It's quite inconvenient for a librarian to run an unorganized library."

"Yes, I'm sure it is."

The stars in his eyes lit up then dimmed as he turned his head. "Thank you for the report, Lucien, and make sure to-"

He stopped, turning to a corner. "Interesting. Looks like we have a visitor."

"You say that as if there hasn't been like, five of them in the past few nights," Matthew said under his breath.

Morpheus waved his hand, and the world became shaky, as if one was peering inside water.

"You best be off, little dreamer; this conversation doesn't concern you."

Sarah woke up, feeling exhilarated after her dream. She grunted slightly, turning on her side to face Jareth.

Unable to help herself, she played with the soft, feathery strands of hair. He looked so sweet when he was asleep, unburdened with responsibility and worry.

He smelled nice too, like peaches and cinnamon. She snuggled against him, happily wrapping her arms around him, and reminiscing the past events that brought them together.

In the months after she ran his Labyrinth, she had called for her friends, for they had said that they would be there should she need them. When they hadn't shown up, she had convinced herself that it had been all a dream and something she needed to get over.

A result of her wild imagination.

It had been especially obvious that it must be the case when she had looked around her room to see the stuffed animals that resembled the creatures she encountered.

But the king… there was no way that all of him had been a dream.

Perhaps some things had been a product of her teenage imaginations, like his hair that echoed the rockstars of her youth.

However, there had been too many details that she could possibly not come up with on her own. Things like the undercurrent of sadness whenever he had spoken or the woeful song he had sung to her in the dream while she danced in his arms.

At that stage of her life, Sarah did not have the capacity to recreate such things in her mind.

Three years ago, she had noticed Toby reading her old Labyrinth book and had decided to take a chance to call on the Goblin King. When she had caught Toby reading the book, she had sneaked a peek, thinking that it would be exactly as she had imagined her wild adventure. Instead, she found that most of the details were vastly different from her adventure.

Summoning her buried belief in magic once more, she had wished for the king.

It had been a gamble, for she had no idea what he was like.

Would he take her brother?

Would he hurt her, as the fae notoriously did not like to be bested?

Would he do worse?

Was he even real?

Instead, he had been curious. She could see that he was still bitter, but no longer angry or held a grudge against her. He had explained, a little at a time, what her run meant, and he had allowed her to see her friends. They had visited each other's worlds, and the goblins had also looked in on her on occasion.

In time, they became best friends, and eventually, lovers in every sense of the word. They were happy together and spent as much time as their schedules could permit.

Still pondering these thoughts, Sarah grinned when Jareth turned, holding her.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" he grumbled groggily.

"Probably."

She had to wake up early, so it would have been best for her to go back to sleep. But how could she, when her dream was so fascinating?

"I had an interesting dream."

"Oh?"

He turned, so that he was on his stomach, folding his arms across the pillow and gazing cheekily at her. "Was I in it?"

She chuckled and scratched his head some more. Jareth always loved it when she did this, and his eyes instantly drooped in relaxation.

"Unfortunately, no. No sexy Goblin King came to seduce me in my dreams."

His lecherous grin grew. "That's because he's here to seduce you in reality."

She giggled, continuing his game. "He did so many times last night."

Her hand moved down to scratch his bare back, as Jareth always slept shirtless. "For real though, it was a strange dream."

"How so?"

She recounted what she could: the librarian, the raven, and the pale man with the cosmos for eyes and fire at the hem of his cloak. She described the castle in awe.

"It was like they could see me."

Jareth remained strangely quiet. Sarah stopped scratching him and rolled onto her stomach too.

"What's wrong, Jare?"

Despite his worried countenance, he lit up at the sweet nickname she gave him. "I believe you have met one of the Endless."

Endless. That was something Jareth had told her about before, but he never talked about them much. They were these creatures, entities that are beyond gods.

Gods can die.

Gods can fade away if people stopped believing in them.

But the Endless? A different story entirely.

They represented forces of nature that wove into the very fabric of existence. There were seven of them, coming into being when the universe did and would remain until the last moment.

Sarah's eyes grew large. "Wow. I must have met Dream then."

She stared off into space, excitement fluttering in her heart that she had seen such a sight.

Meanwhile, Jareth did not like this at all. Run-ins with the Endless happened, for they embodied your life, after all. However, he was especially intertwined with Dream, as the King of Goblins had the power to manipulate dreams and use them based on an ancient contract they had with the Dreamlord himself.

It usually didn't bode well if a mortal met with one of the Endless. It made him even more nervous that Dream had just broken out of his imprisonment not that long ago, and Jareth wasn't completely sure how Dream had been affected by it.

He turned to look at Sarah, who was brushing his hair from his face.

"That is amazing, yes."

"Judging by your facial expression, it's not good?" She scooted closer to him.

Jareth shook his head.

"No, I can't say it is. That doesn't mean it's bad, but I doubt it's good. There's no reason for you to have met one, not at this time. It is amazing, for few have met the Endless and remembered them. There's no doubt they know who each of us are. It's not the best thing to attract their attention. Especially Lord Shaper, which is what we faerie call him."

"Any particular reason?"

Jareth shifted slightly, then sat up. "He's not exactly what one would call kind."

He figured it would be best to leave it vague. One never knew who would be listening. Lord Shaper, like the rest of the Endless, existed. That was their purpose. However, they still had their moods and it wouldn't do any good to draw their attention.

Sarah didn't quite understand, as it was difficult for Jareth to reveal things at times. He was getting better, becoming more open to her, and never intentionally hid things from her. She could ask for more clarification, and he probably would give it to her, but she wanted to respect that, perhaps, he had a bad experience with Dream and didn't want to relive it.

She sat up, adjusting her T-shirt and kissed his cheek. The idea that maybe Dream was hurtful to Jareth made her sad for him.

"You okay?"

Her question brought him out of his thinking.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, I'm well, Love. Just thinking."

He turned to look at her clock. "Unfortunately, I must be going soon."

Sarah sighed, hugging around him. No matter how much time she had with him, it always felt like the end of their meetings would come too soon.

"Okay. Do you have time to eat breakfast with me before you go?"

At the thought, he lit up again. "I would like that, yes."

They leaned in for a kiss, taking each others' hand and spent the morning together, looking forward to the night when they would see each other again.

Hello! For those who are Sandman fans, I put both the comics and the TV show as the fandoms, so feel free to read no matter which you've read/seen or if you haven't heard of either. I do want to tell fans of the show though, that while I purposefully wrote the characters to appear however you want them to appear, I chose to reference more from the comics purely because Labyrinth and the Sandman Comics are set in the 80s. Hence the spelling for Lucien is Lucien and not Lucienne but feel free to picture either of them, as I said.

I would like to thank my friend, RMBiehl, for being my beta for this fic. She has been a tremendous help in helping this story come to fruition. She encouraged me and helped me with ideas. Go check out her fics!

I hope that you all will enjoy this story. It's one that I thought of back when I wrote my other Labyrinth/Sandman crossover, Within Dreams but wasn't sure how to execute it (and I wanted to work on my other fics). Please don't be shy in leaving reviews, even if it's years later! I really appreciate it and basically thrive off of them (lol). Thank you so much!