No Strangers to Love : Labyrinth Fanfiction

Chapter Eight

Author's Note: I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a long while. Though, I don't have an excuse for you. I could say it was school, but then I would be lying. In all honesty I've given up on this story, but when I heard about David Bowie's death which was recently I had to try my best to update. And, that's when I got a comment from someone who had gave me an idea for the rest of the story, so I know where I'm going to be going for the rest of the story. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Since it took me a long time to make it right.

Also if there are grammatical errors please let me know. I have no editor to look over my work. Thanks.

Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth all rights go to Jim Henson.

Days flew by.  And all of it felt like a dream, if she was honest.

It had been a week and so far Sarah was no where closer to getting information out of a certain Goblin King.

There were many instances where she wanted to put her heel of her shoes - and it wasn't the ground.

The small playful - yet - challenging smirks saying 'defy me, if you will' urged her to keep playing nice and when the blonde didn't expect it Sarah would make her move.

Somehow in all of this, however Sarah had kept up a shield of sorts - and whenever she wanted to talk out of spite - she simply relaxed, took a minute to think, and wouldn't stoop so low to give in.

She had a plan - a plan that in time she would uncover the truth behind her wishing away.

She didn't want to believe her own little brother had any part in this. Yet, if Toby really was the one to wish her away, then she expected an answer.

And, the only way to do that was to get close to him.

During this whole week Sarah had been courted by The Goblin King - at first - he was kind to her; he had helped her to learn more about his kingdom and Labyrinth.

He also had taken her to his favorite spot within the castle, the garden that had many flowers that you could possibly name. The garden was beautiful, and she thought she would revisiting the garden in the days to come.

He also had taken her dancing reliving the ballroom scene all over again.

Surprisingly, though. She wasn't mad.

She caught herself a couple of times thinking of a 'what if' question.

Just what if she had stayed behind with the Goblin King?

He had escorted her to each and every place it felt like; it was too nice that she almost forgot what she was doing.

Her real reason that she was making nice with King of Goblins.

The Goblin King can be charming, yet he could be deceiving at the same time. It confused and tired her out most of the time.

"Do you wish to retire, Sarah?" Sarah nodded yawning to further her point.

It had surprised her at first how gentle Jareth could act around her.

She hadn't seen much of this caring side. If she was here any longer she might think she would actually fall for him.

She stopped while her thoughts went haywire, and before her face could redden even more.

"Sarah?"

Why did her head have to think about that? No, no. Not happening, her mind was a struggle of wills.

"Sarah?" She than heard his irritated, yet worried voice. Popping her head upwards to glance at the Goblin King.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, now goodnight. " Sarah opened her chamber door quickly getting in and slamming the door, before the man could return the gesture.

Giving a huff in tiredness Sarah quickly threw off her garments and changed in to her nighties.

Once done she immediately met the covers of her bed after a long day and sighed into her pillow.

"What was she doing?" She thought as her eyes closed.

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The goblin king, Jareth stared at the crystal intently.

He had retreated back to his throne room and summoned a crystal to see Sarah in bed and asleep. He often wondered what she thought of him, when her eyes would look upon him. He could only guess irritation or even the smallest feelings of affection.

The door opened suddenly, as he disapparated the crystal within his palm and looked with interest to see who would be coming to see him in this late hour.

He rose out of his throne, instantly.

"My son how good it is to see you."

"Mother, what are you doing here?"