There's such a sad love… deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel…

The world around Sarah dissolved into softness, the haunting music a mere whisper compared to the intensity of his gaze. Jareth stood just a few paces away, unmasked, his blue eyes locking with hers. The crowd and the ballroom seemed to fade, their vibrant chaos replaced by a profound stillness that wrapped around her like a cocoon.

Open and closed… within your eyes

Her heart beat wildly, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at him. His presence was magnetic, commanding, and yet there was something more… a familiarity that tugged at the edges of her consciousness. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew.

He's my prince… my love…

I'll place the sky… within your eyes

The thought surfaced unbidden, startling her with its certainty. It didn't make sense, yet it felt truer than anything she had ever known. Her entire being seemed to resonate with it, the connection between them undeniable.

But before she could take a step closer, before she could say anything, a masked reveler swept between them, their elaborate costume a whirl of fabric and feathers.

The spell was broken.

Jareth was gone.

There's such a fooled heart… beatin' so fast

Determined, Sarah wove through the crowd, her gown billowing around her as she moved. She ignored the sneers, the hungry glances, the strange tension in the air. All that mattered was finding him.

Her heart ached with a strange, inexplicable longing. She didn't understand it fully, but the pull toward Jareth was undeniable. It wasn't just the dream… it was him. She needed to see him again, to speak to him, to understand what this connection meant.

And then, through the throng of dancers, she saw him.

He was on the far side of the ballroom, dancing with one of the revelers. The woman in his arms was clad in a dark, flowing gown, her mask adorned with glittering black feathers. Her movements were fluid, her head tilted up toward Jareth as though he were the only one in the room. But he wasn't looking at her.

His eyes, sharp and unyielding, were fixed on Sarah.

In search of new dreams… a love that will last…

Sarah froze, her breath catching as their gazes locked once more. The connection was just as intense as before, his eyes piercing through the crowd as though the distance between them didn't exist.

He twirled the woman effortlessly, his movements as graceful as the music itself, but his focus never wavered. His expression was unreadable, a mixture of intensity and something else… something softer, almost vulnerable.

Sarah's hands clenched at her sides, her emotions a chaotic swirl of longing and confusion. Why was he dancing with someone else? Why was he staring at her like that?

The woman laughed, her voice sharp and brittle, but Jareth didn't react. He didn't even glance at her.

It was as if the entire ballroom had faded for him, leaving only Sarah.


Within your heart… I'll place the moon… within your heart

Jareth moved through the swirling masquerade, his steps smooth and unhurried, though his mind was far less composed. He danced with one of the revelers, a simalcrum born of the crystal's magic, her figure elegant and her movements flawless. Yet there was no life in her, no spark of individuality, just the hollow grace of a puppet.

His hand rested lightly on her waist as they turned in time with the music, but his focus wasn't on her. His eyes swept across the room, searching for meaning in the chaos. The crystal's magic thrummed all around him, but it didn't feel like the magic of the Labyrinth. It was different… wilder, rawer.

The woman in his arms laughed softly, a hollow sound that grated against his nerves. He released her with a flourish, stepping back toward one of the grand marble columns that ringed the ballroom. He leaned casually against it, his sharp gaze scanning the crowd, seeking an answer to the question that burned in his mind.

And then he saw her.

As the pain sweeps through… makes no sense for you…

She passed right in front of him, her movements purposeful yet distant, as though she were walking in a dream… which, of course, she was. Her gown shimmered in the dim light, its soft silvery hues shifting like liquid light with every step she took. She didn't see him, her focus elsewhere, but Jareth's attention was entirely on her.

His breath caught as he noticed something he hadn't seen before. Tendrils of magic… those same tendrils that had dragged him into the dream… emanated from her. They were faint, nearly invisible, but unmistakable. They curled around her like smoke, radiating outward and weaving through everything in the crystal's illusion: the walls, the floor, the revelers, even the music itself.

Jareth straightened, his mind racing. This… this is her magic, he realized. It's coming from her.

The truth hit him with the force of a thunderclap. It wasn't the crystal, the Labyrinth, or even his own power that had pulled him into this place. It was Sarah.

She called me here, he thought, his lips curling into a faint, incredulous smile. He pushed off the column, stepping closer to the edge of the dance floor as he watched her.

The realization was absurd, yet undeniable. Sarah had summoned him. Not consciously, perhaps, but her magic had reached out to him, pulling him into her dream. It wasn't just her defiance or her strength that had captivated him. There was something deeper at work, something primal and powerful that neither of them fully understood.

Every thrill is gone… wasn't too much fun at all

Jareth let out a soft, disbelieving laugh as he watched her walk by him. Of course, he thought to himself. It was you all along.

The crystal's magic might have built the dream, but Sarah had shaped it, tethered it, and—most astonishingly—pulled him into it. She was far more powerful than even he had anticipated, her will strong enough to bend the dream to her unconscious desires.

It was both maddening and thrilling.

But I'll be there for you… as the world falls down…

His eyes followed her as she moved through the ballroom, her expression a mixture of determination and longing. She didn't yet realize the extent of her power, the way it bled into everything around her. But Jareth saw it clearly now, and the knowledge filled him with a strange, unspoken pride.

You're more extraordinary than even you know, Sarah, he thought, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

For a moment, he considered stepping forward, revealing himself to her. But something held him back. This was her dream, her domain, and though she might not yet understand it, she was its architect.

Falling… falling in love…


Sarah pushed her way through the throng of masked revelers, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The mocking laughter of the crowd rang in her ears, sharp and cruel, their sneering faces blurred and shifting in the flickering light of the ballroom. Their movements seemed to close in around her, their presence oppressive and suffocating.

I'll paint you mornings of gold…

Her heart pounded as her eyes darted across the room, searching desperately. She didn't know why, but she felt it with every fiber of her being: she had to find him. If she could just reach Jareth, she'd be safe. The thought repeated itself in her mind, insistent and unrelenting, driving her forward through the chaos.

The crowd parted briefly, revealing a glimpse of a dark, towering figure before the shifting mass swallowed him again. Sarah surged toward the spot, her hands trembling as she pushed past the revelers.

She turned sharply, her skirt flaring out around her, and froze.

He was there, not five feet away, standing beside one of the grand columns. His eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, the noise of the ballroom faded, leaving only the sound of her own pounding heartbeat.

But her relief was short-lived.

Two revelers hung upon him, their hands draped possessively over his shoulders. One was a tall woman in a black, feathered mask, her lips painted blood red and her gown as dark as midnight. The other, a shorter figure clad in deep green, leaned in close, whispering something into Jareth's ear with a laugh that made Sarah's stomach twist.

Jareth didn't react to them. His gaze remained fixed on Sarah, piercing through the space between them as though the revelers clinging to him didn't exist.

I'll spin you Valentine evenings…

A wave of emotions surged through Sarah, so intense it almost brought her to her knees.

Jealousy, sharp and bitter, clawed at her chest. The sight of the revelers touching him, laughing with him, was unbearable. She hated the way they looked at him, the way they hung on him as though they owned him.

But beneath the jealousy was something darker: fear. A cold dread seeped into her veins, whispering that she was too late, that she didn't belong here, that she could never reach him. The idea that he might choose them, these mocking figures from the dream, over her made her heart ache in ways she didn't understand.

Her hands curled into fists at her sides, her breath coming faster as the emotions warred within her.

Then, he stepped forward.

Though we're strangers 'til now…

The two revelers clinging to him seemed to vanish into the crowd, their presence dissolving like smoke. Jareth moved toward her, his expression unreadable, his steps slow and deliberate.

Sarah's chest tightened as he closed the distance between them, her heart a whirlwind of hope, fear, and something she couldn't name. She wanted to move, to close the gap herself, but her feet felt rooted to the spot, her body frozen under the weight of his gaze.

We're choosing the path… between the stars…

He stopped just a step away, his eyes holding hers, and for a moment, it was as though the entire world had stilled, the music and the revelers fading into the background.

I'll leave my love… between the stars…

Without a word, he extended his gloved hand toward her. She stared at it for a moment, her fingers trembling slightly before she placed her hand in his. The sensation was electric… a thrill that traveled up her arm, sending warmth into the very center of her being.

Jareth's other arm slipped around her waist, his touch both gentle and possessive, drawing her closer. She rested her free hand on his shoulder, the fabric of his coat soft beneath her fingers, and they began to move.

As the pain sweeps through… makes no sense for you…

They danced, their steps fluid and instinctive, as though they had done this a thousand times before. The ballroom around them blurred at the edges, the revelers fading into shadows that swirled beyond her awareness. All that existed was him.

Jareth's eyes held hers, their depths impossible to escape. She felt herself sinking into them, as though his very gaze could see her soul. And yet, she didn't look away. She couldn't.

This is where I belong, the thought whispered through her mind. It felt as certain and eternal as the beat of her heart. Right here… in his arms. Now and forever.

Every thrill is gone… wasn't too much fun at all…

Her heart began to race, yet somehow, she could feel its rhythm aligning with his. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. A shared pulse, a connection that reached deeper than words, deeper than thought. It was as though they were two pieces of the same song, two halves of a whole that had finally come together.

The air between them shifted, filled with a faint, heady scent… cinnamon, spice, and something that shimmered like magic itself. It wrapped around her senses, familiar and comforting, yet entirely his.

Sarah closed her eyes for a moment, letting the music carry them as they turned and swayed. His touch steadied her, grounded her, even as her heart soared. It was as though he had reached inside her, calming every fear, every doubt, with nothing more than his presence.

But I'll be there for you… as the world falls down…

When she opened her eyes again, it was as though a veil had lifted. She looked at him—not just at his face, at his striking features and sharp beauty—but within him.

Beneath the confident smirk and the piercing gaze, she saw it: a loneliness that lingered in the depths of his eyes, hidden behind walls so carefully constructed they seemed impenetrable. It was a loneliness that echoed in her own heart, one she had never been able to explain, let alone share.

Her spirit trembled, a soft, silent ache spreading through her chest. She understood him in that moment… understood the ache he carried, the weight of solitude that pressed upon him. It was a burden she knew well.

You're not alone, she thought, though she didn't speak the words aloud. Her very soul seemed to call out to his, the connection between them stretching and reaching, a tether binding them across the spaces of silence and shadow.

Falling…

Jareth's gaze softened as though he, too, could sense it. That silent plea, that shared truth. His hand at her waist tightened slightly, drawing her even closer.

The music swelled around them, the ballroom fading further until it was nothing but a distant hum. There was no time here, no beginning or end to their dance.

Sarah could feel herself falling… not in fear, but in surrender. For this moment, there was no Labyrinth, no tricks, no riddles or walls to hold them apart. There was only the two of them, the space between them growing smaller with every step, every breath.

Her heart called to his, and his answered, wordlessly.

You're mine, the connection seemed to say, a silent truth shared between them. And I'm yours.

Falling in love…


Author's Notes:

This is another scene from the movie that I had to follow pretty closely. Thankfully, there isn't any dialogue in it, so I was free to set everything inside their heads. I love the song from the movie, and tried to put a hint of it here as if it were playing in the back of their minds.

It was at this moment that Sarah's subconscious recognized Jareth as her future mate.