AN: Ok, I was procrastinating on my work when I noticed this in my files section, and though I have way too many projects going on at one time, I thought it would be fun to post it. The beginning part at least will be all Labyrinth, but then it will go into a major crossover. I always thought the two worlds meshed really well. Contrary to what it might seem like in the beginning, this will not be a Sarah/Jareth story. For one, I'm not a fan of writing romance, and for another, I think that ship sailed. Plus, I always found it slightly disturbing that she was a child and he was immortal. It doesn't mean that Sarah won't play a part in it, just that romance won't be on the agenda.

AN2: I actually haven't watched the Labyrinth since I was a child, and so my vision of it will be slightly different to the norm. Since most of the story will take place aboveground, this doesn't really matter too much.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Labyrinth or Harry Potter. I'm not making any money out of this, nor have I ever tried wishing myself away to the Goblins... actually the last one is true.

Jareth, the Goblin King sat, legged propped on the arm of his throne, watching as little creatures scurried about attempting to fix the room. I say attempting, because with the chickens, the fights, and the ale, they only succeeded in destroying the room even more. This may seem like an odd combination, but not when you consider that these creatures were goblins. Worse, these were Imps, tiny little creatures that delighted in mayhem and mischief. They were not cruel, but neither were they very intelligent. In fact they were downright dumb. Whilst Jareth, loved the little creatures as a source of amusement for him, in his current state of mind they were growing increasingly more annoying.

"Enough," he said quietly, in a voice little more than a whisper. The goblins stopped their mischief at once. They may not have heard him, but their magic certainly did, and as naughty and as mischievous as they were, they always listened to their King. As one they turned wide, inquiring eyes on the King, stopping mid motion, so that one was hanging upside down from a candelabrum whilst another was looking at the King with his head half way inside a chicken's beak... and these were the more normal positions.

He sighed deeply and stood up from the throne, moving towards the window. The little goblins scurried to get out of the way. The ones which were not fast enough got a kick to the side. The kick was half-hearted at best, and the imps in question noticed. Inside their tiny little brains they tried to work out why.

One little goblin decided to be brave. The smelly creature moved towards the King and tugged on his trouser. Jareth gazed down at the creature in question.

"Is King sad?" he asked.

Jareth turned away, not answering the question. He was tempted to sneer, but he just couldn't muster the effort. Yes, he was sad, devastated in fact. She had left him. She had gone back to her own world. He was entirely alone. He couldn't understand why. He had offered her everything and she had spat in his face.

"Fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave."

He shook his head to clear the image of her strong, defiant face. Why couldn't she have accepted his offer? There was a scuffling sound behind him, and he turned just in time to see a goblin wiping his nose on his sleeve. All of them were still staring at him.

"I wish to be alone," he said to the watching group.

"Alone?"

"What's he want to be alone for?"

"Oooh, chicken."

The mumbled protests grew and Jareth found himself saying, "Please, just leave me alone."

The protests stopped and the goblins stared in stunned silence. The goblin King had said please. He had almost begged. Even their little minds noticed the seriousness of it all. They shared confused glances and slowly trudged out of the room. For once mischief was far from their minds. They were all concerned for their king.

Once outside the room, they looked around at each other, trying to think of something to do. Then one not so bright little blighter had a not so bright idea.

"Why don't we cheer him up? Let's get him the bestest chicken in the whole labyrinth."

This idea was met with great applause and all of the creatures went running off into the labyrinth in search of a chicken.

He turned around, looking at the empty room, a room that only hours ago had held her face. He had been so sure that she would fail... he shouldn't have been. That was why he loved her. She had been too strong, too beautiful.

He fell to the floor and clutched his knees to his chest. Something wet fell down his cheeks, and he put his hands to them, taking the wetness and licked his finger. Salty. Tears. He was crying. He hadn't cried in years. He stared in astonishment for a moment, and the tears continued to fall. Silently they coursed down his cheeks and try as he might he couldn't stop them. She was gone.

Gone.

Gone.

"You have no power over me!"

Outside clouds rapidly came over the labyrinth and it began to rain. Not a gentle rain, but a hard, pounding shower that was as fierce and painful as the thousand tiny stings aimed at his lifeless heart. He paid it no heed.

A gentle breeze burst through the room, tousling Jareth's hair and pulling at his clothes, till the wind touched his cheek, cupping it like a human hand in a gentle caress.

"Why these tears?" said a voice, neither female nor male, but ringing with a gentle power.

Jareth said nothing.

"You don't have to answer. I know. I know what you have lost."

Jareth did look up at this, though he could see no body for this voice. Nor was there one, less you count the ever changing movement of the labyrinth as a body. He sighed bitterly.

"What can you know of my loss? My love is gone from me forever."

"I know more than you think my child. I have seen many creatures love, and equally I have seen them lost. Yes she has gone from you, perhaps forever; this is no different to thousands of other similar tales."

Jareth forgot his sadness as rage consumed him. "How dare you?" he spat, "She was different. I am different. I am no mere creature, scurrying about the place with no purpose. I am the Goblin King. I loved her, and I do not give my love easily."

"No, but you give other things easily, don't you, My King?"

A sudden fear pierced him as he took note of a new tone in the voice of the Labyrinth. Its words had a note of threat in them.

"What do you mean?"

The wind turned stronger and lifted him bodily into the air, before throwing him against the wall. He slammed hard against it, and the breath was knocked out of him, but he was not allowed to fall to the ground. Instead he was pinned to the wall, his feet dangling beneath him as he struggled.

"'You can have everything that you want.' Have you forgotten the power of words Goblin King?"

He breathed in deeply, but the air was choking him and he couldn't answer even as his mind grasped what the Labyrinth was saying.

"You offered everything, even that which was not yours to give. If she had demanded me of you, you would have given me up without a second thought."

The Labyrinth lessened its hold on Jareth enough for him to choke out, "No I didn't...I wouldn't have..."

The Labyrinth interrupted his protestations, "But even that I could have forgiven you because in her character at least you judged rightly. She would not have demanded such of you... she is an honourable Champion, and will when the time is right and she fully grown in age and understanding make a fine defender of us. Yet you did worse than that, oh King."

Jareth struggled to find in his memory what crime, so unforgivable he could have committed. What he could have done to enrage such an entity.

"You broke the rules. You reordered time. You appeared in person. You interfered. You misused your magic in the most despicable of ways all in the name of such fleeting emotion as love."

The air around him eased and he was lowered onto the floor. The air stroked his cheek in a gesture of love.

"Oh, my child. You have done such wrong, and you know there are consequences for such crimes. You have abused the magic which is yours and so your punishment must be fitting. Your immortality, you shall keep. You shall not age, as mortals do. Your kingship too you will keep, for you are the Goblin King no matter your crime and I cannot undo that bond unless I cause madness and destruction to all who share in it, and your crimes are not worth that. But no more will you have any magic that you can access. No more will you have the protection that magic brings. You can get sick on mortal as well as magic illness. You will feel the cold and the heat as mortals do. You will no longer see that which is hidden and..." the Labyrinth seemed to hesitate, "Though I will not severe our link, no more will you have the advantages that our joining brings. I will be as dangerous and unknown to you as to any other resident. I will not ease your way, but instead trick and confuse so that you will no longer underestimate me or my power."

Jareth gasped as the Labyrinth pronounced its sentence. He whispered, "Why?"

"You need to learn."

"Will I ever get my magic back?"

"Yes."

"When?" Jareth asked in desperation.

"When you have learnt your lesson."

"And when will that be?"

"Who knows? A year, a month, a decade?"

The voice began to fade away and Jareth shouted out at it, "What lesson do I need to learn?"

There was a light laugh, "You need to work that one out for yourself?"

Then the Labyrinth was gone, leaving Jareth alone, slumped against the wall.

He waved his hand experimentally, but nothing appeared. He stared at his empty hands where a Chrystal ought to have been, but there was nothing there. He looked around at the messy throne room and waved his hand again, but nothing happened. The room did not tidy itself. He began to breathe heavily as he tried magic after magic with no success until at last he shouted out, "You can't do this me to me. I am your King!" and when there was not an answer or any change he broke down on the floor in gasping sobs that rang out through the room.