So, most of this has probably been done already in one form or another, but I love Laby fanfics and wanted to contribute something. And I had some really fun, hopefully novel ideas that just wouldn't leave me alone.

This is a romance, there is a plot (really), it starts out slow, but there's plenty of action later. My Jareth was partially inspired by Melissa Findley's incredible Deviant Art picture 'Jareth - Leather and Velvet.'

Haven't seen it yet? You should. It's life-changing.

Hope you enjoy. (The story, that is. Though if you go to Deviant Art and find yourself unable to leave, I understand.)

Author's note: I realize this is ridiculously short, I probably should have merged chapters one and two, but what's done is done. Please don't judge the story by the shortness of the first chapter, most of the others are over 3,000 words.

The Very Short Prologue

Sarah glared at the package of Oreos on the counter before her. This was not the first time something like this had happened, but the increasing frequency was beginning to grate on her. If she had been an ordinary girl, if she wasn't so familiar with the supernatural, she would have been concerned for her sanity.

Sarah lived alone, in a small apartment near the college, and so there was no logical explanation for the things that had been happening. Misplaced keys, cosmetics and lotions used by someone unseen, doors and cupboards opening or closing on their own, strange hairs on the furniture and in the sink. Disturbing noises, barely audible giggles, and movement just visible out of the corner of her eye haunted her.

Ever since that night, 5 years ago, the strange and unusual had been a part of Sarah's life. The experience of the Labyrinth had never really left her, though she tried not to dwell on it. She tried to focus on reality, on her life as it was now, well, the ordinary parts anyway. She focused on being a student, visiting her family on weekends, and her upcoming 21st birthday.

But always, just on the edge of her vision, was that fuzziness, that unrealness, that brought to mind crystals and stinking bogs, strange skies and mismatched eyes. She knew the creatures were always nearby, attracted to her, for some reason unbeknownst, like ants to a picnic. Goblins, she suspected, and perhaps other things, things that should not, by any reasonable stretch of the imagination, be raiding her kitchen.

Scowling, hands on hips, her death-glare at the offending cookies sharpened, this time they had gone too far. One simply did not mess with a woman's chocolate, particularly her special that-time-of-the-month stash of cream filled goodness. A nibble or missing food item here or there was tolerable, but an entire, newly bought package of Oreos, pulled apart and the cream filling licked off, was too much. Whoever, whatever had done it had even had the gall to try to put the remains of the cookies neatly back in the package, as if hoping she wouldn't notice.

They had crossed a line this time and something had to be done. Sarah threw the slobber covered mess of what was left of her cookies into the garbage and grabbed her keys, mouth drawn into a thin line as a plan formed in her mind. A determined grin spread across her face as she got into her car and drove to the store to get supplies.

Tonight, she would be hunting goblins.