It's so strange, I was watching Labyrinth the other night and within a minute I had thi story, reviews are very nice things, I'd love some! I know a few J/S fans out there so I hope you'll enjoy it

Disclaimer: Glorious Creations of The Labyrinth belong to the Henson Clan, I'm merely borrowing for a bit!

Labyrinth: The Dream Keeper

The Orchard with it's violets and bluebells, fountains and fairy hubs stretched far and wide with the fields of Frofor as it's boundary. Wynic trees lined the grove that lead to the Castle, looming lazy foliage of the faintest pink. In the very centre of the grove stood a towering statue of which the luscious garden was in remembrance of: The wise and noble King Lumiere, who had died in battle some fifty years before.

Sir Didymus of Thedaford Forest was pleased with his new post of warden to this wonderful stretch of land, a far cry from the tedious hours guarding the Pass over The Bog all day long. For here he could outwit Gruds and Stoats from ruining the flowers and Hoggle's vegetable patch. Never getting tired of wielding his spear through the pests' burrowing holes and watch them leap out as far away from the fox as they could.

He noticed that today was no ordinary day, for the memorial garden was eerily silent, no starlings in the wynic trees, no moles or annoying gruds to fret about and the nymphs were nowhere to be seen.

The Wily fox studied the sky, watching the clouds disperse and cluster again and an alarming rate was rather puzzling. Staring at the purple roses as they opened one minute and closed the next, a strange foreboding atmosphere was in the air – something wasn't right.

"Ambrosius come hither to your master, something foul is afoot and we must unravel this strange mystery. We must inform the general, onward we go" The Fox clung on tightly to the saddle of his shaggy steed as he ran along the gravel path, through the arch and towards the castle outside The Goblin City.

The dream was always the same, echoes of his heavy footsteps and the heavens pouring down upon him. Stumbling along the lonesome path dazed by too much alcohol; was he celebrating something or drowning his sorrows? He remembered falling and wondering when the ground was going to hit, it seemed days before it eventually did and instead of concrete he fell onto red sand.

"Jareth, you are so lazy! Get up or your breakfast will get cold!" mocked a gruff and impatient voice.

Jareth Thaddeus the First, the now dethroned King of Goblins had been living in forced exile since a certain maiden had captured his heart by making then revoking a rather unseemly request. Not only did she make and break a wish, reclaimed her stepbrother and denounced The King's love all in the same day: She had the audacity of indirectly assisting in ending his reign. The humans, nymphs, Goblins and Imps he once ruled did not easily forgive their monarch of becoming a love fool. The Escher room had been obliterated by Sarah Williams defiance and he was made a laughing stock by her rejection of him as half his royal court witnessed her cruelty in the ballroom. He should have expected a Coup of some sort but wished he had been anyone by General Krissen of Iona that took charge over the Goblin City.

"Leave me be Hogs breath I have little effort in me to entertain or even tolerate your presence" Jareth Sneered while begrudgingly left his bed and stood against the balcony, like he did every morning.

"Well that's too bad you're no longer king, you can't boss me around anymore and for the gazillionth time it Hog-gle" The Troll teased then poked the disgraced ruler twice in the leg. Jareth grumbled and Hoggle was delighted by the fact.

"You have been my subservient employee for what ten years now, such an obvious excuse to torment me. Still feeling guilty about the peach incident are we?" The exile jibed.

"You'd like to believe that wouldn't you? You'd like to think the last time I saw her she rejected me. Well she didn't, it was you who was rejected, and it was you who was left out alone to fly away on that dark night all by yourself. She never thought about you once so there!"

"I beg to differ, in fact I know a damn sight better than you, I can see farther than you could ever imagine. Did you know she still ponders about that dress she wore even to this very day?"

"No!" Shrugged Hoggle

"Nor about the proposition I made her on the very edge of oblivion?"

"No for it don't matter none; you were the idiot that held that baby too long, you were the one who forsook his own power and gave it to an heir who doesn't even belong to the same world as you!"

"That can and will be remedied!" Jareth sighed softly.

"Ha you've been saying that since they left and you're still no better now than you were than ten years ago" Hoggle chuckled

"Enough meandering Hog wart, go about your business and leave me in peace!" Jareth demanded, swooping down menacingly upon the teasing troll.

"Very well, there's been good enough nitpicking for one day…Enjoy you Broth!" He patronised before slamming the door shut.

Jareth looked unenthusiastically at his meagre breakfast of chicken broth and Nirue bread; made with the finest flour and dry nuts. Hardly like the banquets of happier yesteryears. Staring out into the horizon as the sun painted half his face in it's light he gazed upon the fishing villages of Lissien and Visca and way out in the distance was The Odin Sea. Dressed in a robe of intricately woven satin, his shoulder-length hair was limp and greying, absent-mindedly stroking his chest where a certain necklace of great significance was missing.

"My Lord, I have the misfortune of bestowing tidings of a most bizarre nature!" Didymus yelped as he burst through the majestic doors of the council hall.

"By the Gods who let him in, yes Didymus what is it now?" Groaned the strapping commander tightly clad in a Burgundy tunic and black armoury. His brown hair was shorn and a scar laid a narrow crevice across his left cheek.

"My Lord, an unseen foe appears to have bewitched life surrounding the imperial gardens. I urge a quest be brought to the council to vanquish this menace from whence it came" The fox remarked as he knocked his pet on the head to stop his nervous whining.

"A noble, selfless gesture from a respected Knight of the Realm, tell me how pray tell can we vanquish without knowing what we vanquishing?" The General sneered, bearing no thought of openly lounging on a throne that was not his to lounge on.

"Ah a just question my liege; I will wrangle every able bodied man to track and expose the source. Fear not sire I will unravel this mystery upon the honour of all Knights – Tally-Ho!" With that Didymus rode out of the hall.

General Krissen motioned for the doors to be bolted shut, rolling his eyes for there was little he could do to keep the irritating fox from the court.

"So…it has spread to Lumiere's memorial spot has it? Oddities are happening in my kingdom gentlemen I want them stopped"

"This is the latest in a very long line of events that have struck in and around the Goblin City: People have witnessed dancers in the square appearing, reappearing; Stone walls blocking a path…that's only supposed to happen in the Labyrinth.

"The Sky does not look too pleasant either we have little choice but to summon him….Bring me Thaddeus" Krissen ordered.

Now Jareth was a proud man who ruled the land an even prouder King and nothing vexed him more that being treated like a simpleton in his own home. He was forbidden from entering the Castle grounds and only ventured into the Goblin City on the rare days that he did not mind being gawped at and frowned upon.

Krissen's men shoved Jareth and closed the door behind them; the room was empty apart from the Palace advisor, a guard at the door and the egocentric general. He sat smugly on the seat of absolute power as Jareth stood defiant albeit with hands bound with rope.

"I'm pleased you've grown accustomed to more suitable attire, humility wears well on you also" The General grinned.

"No dalliances General you summoned me to discuss the current status of the Labyrinth did you not?" Jareth replied sternly, standing tall with his legs apart, leather trousers pinned under his best boots and long billowing shirt and Sapphire eyes so alight with disdain it slightly unnerved the general.

"Very well, The Labyrinth appears to be dominating the comings and goings of the rest of the kingdom I need it to be stopped immediately."

"I no longer wield that sort of power, it was lost to me some time ago – there is no way for me of getting it back anytime soon"

"But you are a warlock; you are a member of the Pagan brethren. YOU WERE THE KING!"

"I am human, I learned the way of Wicca as a useful tool but I am no means proficient in the skills. How long do you believe your power to hold order of this place will last?" Jareth roared, his voice echoing across the vast marbled hall.

"What do you mean; do you own the lack of wit to challenge my authority? Are you threatening me Jareth?" The general stood up from the throne and approached him with a ferocious glint in his eye.

"A mere warning in that you cannot escape the inevitable; these walls, this castle, the entire kingdom will lay in waste unless an heir comes forward before the day of ascension" The disgraced monarch explained sombrely.

"What heir, you have no kin, no children, no Queen to call your own; I'm hearing lies Jareth and I will hear no more!"

"You must for this is my first and only testament in the atonement of my actions" Jareth iterated with gritted teeth.

"Oops, the king is made a fool again; to what actions to you speak of?" Krissen slumped back in his seat and seemed taken with the captive's sense of urgency.

"A decade ago I made a dire misjudgement that only became clear to me when the offending parties went back to their world"

"Ah of course, the tale of the dancer girl; wished away her brother in unintentional exchange for the king's heart. How could I forget, is she the one we need?"

"You leave her alone, she is merely the keeper – no my misjudgement lies with allowing a child to sit with me on my throne, the fates mistook him to be my heir" Jareth answered with his voice wavering at the mere mention of the maiden who spurned him, the maiden he never stopped loving.

"A theory as wild as your former regal dress sense, what proof do you have?"

"An article of jewellery that has been passed down from Monarch to Monarch for Millennia, a triangular pendant representing the power of three: The essence of the kingdom, which has always been the people, the goblins and the monarchy….Until now"

"You think this boy has it ,this boy you captured but lost to the one they call Sarah?" The general continued with great eagerness and perhaps with a little sadism as Jareth closed his eyes in agony at the name he once ordered no one should utter – before his lost his power as King.

"Yes, I'd stake my life on it; the heir must return or all we know would be lost"

"You put your life at stake? Who am I to decline such a generous offer? I for one would love to see you put your life at risk! Very well Jareth, you are hereby assigned to find this heir of yours and bring him back to the Underground"

"…and you're expecting me to believe this boy's life won't be threatened once The Ascension takes place and he is declared King?" Jareth scoffed, his jaw clenched shut as Krissen took out his jewelled dagger and cut his prisoner's bond with one swift motion, barely missing his wrists.

"Put in this way Jareth Thaddeus former King of the Goblins about to begin his journey of redemption…What choice do you have?" He growled.

"Toby, get your ass up or you'll be late for school!" A Raven-hair beauty bellowed up the varnished staircase.

"Good, who cares? Because I sure don't!" Grumbled The Boy who was presently swathed in his thick, cosy duvet which he had a great reluctance to leave

"Tobias Williams get out of that bed right now or I will drag you out!" Sarah screeched, always the way; from baby-sitter to part-time mother what a great transition. The Twenty-five year old had very little choice in the matter; the people that she was meant to call parents were workaholics. She never could understand why a former stage actress-cum-star would find her career as gruelling as doing a 9 to five.

On finishing her rare cup of tea made solely for the purpose of calming her nerves, Sarah pitched up the volume on the radio as Staring at the Sun by U2 came on. Toby trundled into the kitchen and helped himself to cereal.

"I wish you would move back to your old apartment, I would get some good sleep then," Toby Muttered.

"No can do little man, rates have gone; up, up, up and I'm poor, poor, poor!" Sarah smirked as she sang along to the music.

Upon finishing his breakfast he placed the bowl into the sink and snooped around his rucksack for the right books, out of the blue him began to whistle. Like a blip in memory, a lost moment in time Sarah trudged threw the numerous thoughts about the day ahead it shook her up when she realised Toby was whistling a tune of mockery and tomfoolery. Last heard drifting over the plains and down the twists and turns of The Labyrinth, composed by the main that had haunted her slumber for years.

"Where did you here that, how could you remember?" Sarah trembled.

"What this silly tune I don't know it just came to me one day and popped up in my head and it just stuck" Toby said matter-of-factly

"If this is a joke I swear I'll-"

"What's to joke about? It's just a silly sound I made up, God you're weird sometimes" Toby huffed

"Oh let's just get out of here" Sarah whispered, unaware that through the window on the lowest branch of her garden tree perched a beautiful Snowy white Owl.

Even after all these years Jareth now had to chance to claim his Queen and claim her he would.