A/N: This is my first Labyrinth fic, so sorry if it comes out a little weird. I don't own Labyrinth. I just play with its characters.

Sarah's POV:

I can't believe I let Mark talk me into going to a party. I'm not the partying type. I'm the sit in my dorm and read type. I feel like a real push over right now. Twenty years old and I can't even stand up to my boyfriend. Right now I'm just sitting on a couch in the corner, hoping that we can leave soon.

What happened to me? I used to be strong willed, have a spine. I almost laughed at myself. I know what happened, I started college. The whole thing was so big, so intimidating that I just crawled into a shell. I became shy, timid. I really only had a couple of friends, and they were my roommates.

"Hey Sarah!" I looked up to see my friend Samantha. She was the most outgoing of our group. She sat down next to me. "What are you doing here? You never come to parties." She gave me a questioning look.

"Mark convinced me to come." I replied.

She sighed. "Doesn't he know you don't like these things?"

"Apparently not." I huffed, crossing my arms.

"Why didn't you tell him no?"

"He made puppy eyes at me. He looked like a child who lost his favourite toy."

"You really need to learn to stand up for yourself." She commented.

"I know." I responded. I did know, but I needed a push first. Something to make me want to be that way. My mind wandered to Jareth. I missed him so much. When he made that offer back then, there was no way I could take it. I needed to save Toby that was all I could think about. That and the fact that I really didn't understand what he was offering me. How could I? I was fifteen. I never forgot though, and over time I came to realize that I had fallen for Jareth. He was right when he said he only did as I asked. He was also the only man I think could understand me. Dating Mark was simply a distraction.

"Don't you find it a little stuffy in here with all these people?" Samantha asked. "I'm going out to get some air. You want to join me?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea."

I got up and followed her outside. The air was nice and crisp and the sky was clear. Then I noticed the flutter of wings out of the corner of my eye. I turned and saw an owl perched on a lamppost. My heart warmed inside. I knew it couldn't be him, but it reminded me of him. I smiled.

"Sarah!" I turned to see Mark standing in the doorway. "There you are. I've been looking for you."

"What for?" I asked.

"Can we go inside and talk?" He asked.

"Sure."

I took the hand he offered me and followed him inside the house. I thought we might go into the living room, but he was leading me upstairs.

"Mark, where are we going?" I asked.

"One of the bedrooms, we'll have more privacy there."

That got me a little nervous. I think I knew what Mark wanted, but all we had done up to this point was some light making out. He pulled me into a room and shut the door.

"Mark, can we talk about this?"

"No more talking." He came up to me and started to kiss me.

At first it was nice and slow, but it quickly became rough and hard. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. He bit my lower lip and when I whimpered, he shoved his tongue inside my mouth. I tried hitting him with my fists, but he grabbed them, pinning them next to my head as he shoved me back against a wall. He spread my legs with his knee, pressing his very obvious erection into my stomach. He finally pulled away for air.

I was close to tears. "Mark, please stop. You're hurting me."

He didn't respond. He held both of my wrists with one hand and held them over my head. He was gripping them so tightly; I knew they would be bruised in the morning. His other hand reached down to the hem of my shirt, sliding under it until he reached my breasts. He gave one a hard squeeze and I gave a small cry of pain.

Someone knocked at the door. When he turned to tell them to get lost I took my opportunity. I kneed him in the balls and made a run for it. I raced out of that house as fast as I could. My heart was racing, but I just kept going. I finally made it to a park and collapsed under a tall tree and started to cry.

I couldn't believe how close I had come to being raped, because I knew if he'd been able to go any farther, he would have. I crumpled up into a little ball and started to shake. All I could think of was how much I wanted to get away from this place, these people. I never really felt like I belonged here, and I missed my friends. I gave another sob.

I didn't know if it would work, but I had to try. It was my only hope. "I wish that the Goblin King was here right now." I whispered to myself, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Sarah." That voice. I opened my eyes to see the Goblin King kneeling in front of me.

"Jareth, take me away." I said.

He smiled, pulling me up and into his arms. I never felt more safe than I did in that moment.

"Of course Precious."

I felt a slight tingling sensation and the next thing I knew, we were standing in the throne room of his palace. I was home.

A/N: What do you think? Should I continue? R&R!