I know, I know, I've done it again, i just have so many story ideas! i cant help it! anywho i don't own labyrinth or any references you notice, also I'm using the whole Multiple Sarahs fan theory fo this so enjoy! and please rate and review! i love to hear what you think! (is the labyrinth fandom even active?)

"With your long blond hair and your eyes of blue
The only thing I ever got from you
Was sorrow, sorrow

You're acting funny, trying to spend my money
You out there playing your high class games
Of sorrow, sorrow

You never do what you know you ought to
Something tells me you're the devil's daughter
Sorrow, sorrow

I tried to find her cause I can't resist her
I never knew just how much I missed her
Sorrow, sorrow

With your long blond hair and your eyes of blue
The only thing I ever got from you
Was sorrow, sorrow

With your long blond hair, I couldn't sleep last night
With your long blond hair"

Sorrow by David Bowie

He took the wrong child, and Not-Sarah is far, far worse than Sarah.

It started with a violent storm, the lightening cracked against the black sky and Olivia's eyes didn't leave the man in front of her.

The rain had battered her face, made her make up run and the wind knotted her hair. Her coat had protected her from the worst of it but she could still feel the little droplets chill her in her boots, autum had come with ferocity, but Olivia knew that this storm was not the season's product.

The man was completely dry, an aspect of Olivia's childhood who had haunted her dreams, and she could scarcely believe he was real. But he was, and he was standing right in front of her.

"Hello, Not-Sarah," he said and Olivia frowned at his odd greeting, clawing back the lump of fear in her throat.

The wind howled in her ears but his words were clear as day, "You don't even look like her, too short," he said, circling Olivia and assessing her with cruel eyes, "too blonde," he continued, almost sneering in disappointment, "too old,"

"Old?!" Olivia shouted, and if the King was startled then he masked it well, "I'm twenty-two! It's weird you're obsessed with a teenager!"

The fear was gone, though Olivia could not place why or how, and as she stared down the Goblin King she noticed a little smirk pulling at the corner of his lip and behind that a feral, pointed canine.

"You're just as fiery as her, perhaps even more so," he sauntered around, and it was then Olivia noticed that the storm, while still raging on, did not seem to touch her. It was as if she and the Goblin King stood inside a bubble, a bubble covered in glitter.

Olivia continued to frown, "If I am such a disappointment in comparison then why are you speaking to me?"

He grinned ferally, and Olivia had to remind herself not to be swayed by his beauty or charm, "I have your little sister."

She felt the air freeze in her lungs and clawsed hands grip her ribs, the terror of such a claim thrumming through her blood. The Goblin King, once thought to be fictional, had taken her sister and come to tell her.

"Why? How?" She demanded, the lingering fear washed away by fierce anger. Olivia had not wished her away, and if it was her brother then surely he should be the on the King would approach?

He smirked again, clearly taking joy in Olivia's distress, "She wished it, and she is adamant that you will rescue her. Is she wrong?"

Olivia shook her head, "Of course not, I'd do anything to keep her safe!" She declared.

The King's smirk never fell and he summoned a crystal ball, flourishing it dramatically as he leered at Olivia.

"I can offer you something else, something deep from within your heart," he said and the crystal ball changed to reflect all the things Olivia had ever wanted; a car, money, a house, a publishing deal, but the crystal did not show the thing she wanted most, the crystal did not show her little sister.

Olivia glared defiantly, "I only want my sister."

He sighed, alost disappointed, "You're making this far more difficult than it needs to be, you're not even a Sarah."

She rolled her eyes, "So you keep saying," it was starting to get annoying, "I'll do it though, I'kk run your labyrinth or whatever and rescue my sister,"

The King barked out a harsh laugh, "My labyrinth will destroy you, only Sarahs can defeat it, but you are certainly welcome to try."

Lightning and thunder, she thought, right on cue.

The storm, and surrounding night, melted away to reveal a cold landscape, the dilapidated labyrinth it's key feature with the intimidating castle at it's centre. It look different from the film, Olivia noted, but she had once read that the labyrinth changed to each individual's imagination.

She moved past him and stared into the land. On a distant hill, brilliant in the flashes, she squinted at the castle, trying to see more clearly. There were towers with turrets, massive walls,spires and domes, a portcullis and drawbridge. The whole edifice wasbuilt on top of a sharply rising mound. Around it the lightning flickered and forked like snakes' tongues. Beyond was...something, as if her eyes were unable to pick up whatever it was.

She turned back to the King, shifted from on booted foot to the other, "How long do I have?"

Now in his territory, the Goblin King looked different. He seemed more relaxed, his stance stronger and the light of the sun accentuated his handsome features, he also appeared taller to Olivia's eyes.

"Turn back, Not-Sarah, turn back now and I'll be lenient." He warned, a polite smile that seemed to hide his intentions adorned his face.

She shook her head, "No."

He raised a brow, "No?"

"No." She repeated.

He sighed and stepped forward and Olivia held the urge to step back, she wouldn't let him intimidate her. Gently, he grasped her wrist, and she again had to push back the shudder that ran through her from his warmth through his leather gloves, and showed her her broken wristwatch.

Only, it wasn't broken anymore.

It had been permantly stuck at quarter past three, the roman numeral for twelve wedged between the two hands. It was scratched and Olivia hadn't had the time, nor the money, to fix it lately.

But, it wasn't broken anymore.

The Goblin King waved his finger and the hands wound backwards until they landed on the newly replaced twelve.

"You have until the hands reach twelve once more," Olivia was almost replused at the way his fingers rubbed her wrist, his grip strong, "take any longer, and your sister is mine forever,"

He was staring directly into Olivia's eyes and she took notice of his heterochromia, his grip increased to a bruising force as he regarded her, "And remember, Not-Sarah, you are not her, and I shall not be so lenient."

The King let go and Olivia glared at him, "I will beat your game, and my name is not Not-Sarah!"

He laughed again as his disappeared into the mist, Olivia haunted by his eyes.

She could see the start of the labyrinth, even if it was different from Sarah's labyrinth it still held key features, one of those features being the distinct lack of a front door.

She studied it, trying to decipher some pattern to it, some principle of design that might guide her through it. She could see none. Corridors doubled, and wound and coiled. Gateways led to gateways

leading into gateways. It reminded her of thousands of fingerprintslaid side by side, overlapping each other. Did someone work all that out, she wondered, or had it just happened?

In the dawning light, she could see below her a path that zigzagged down the hillside. She picked her way to it through the rocks and shrubs. At the foot of the path, she came to a great wall, strengthened with buttresses. It stretched as far as she could see to the left and right.

Olivia muttered curses under her breath as she examined the wall, pretty flowers twisting out of cracks and mocking her with their bowing heads and floral scent. They curled and whispered things to her, and it was a clear sign that Olivia should definitely be wary of the labyrinth, because she was Not-Sarah.

Soon, she spotted a strange man, Hoggle, was his name as she remembered it, and debated whether or not approaching him would be wise.

But then again, she thought, what do I have to lose?

Your sister, whispered her subconscious, you have your sister to lose.

It was right, of course, but Olivia really needed help getting into the labyrinth and guessed that Hoggle might be her best bet.

"Umm," she began and the dwarf turned around, "can you tell me how to get into the labyrinth please?"

He grunted, walking forward, and standing on a few fairies in the proces, and assessed Olivia with a critical eye.

"Your hair is yellow," he said, "and your eyes are blue, yu'h not a Sarah?" He asked and Olivia felt her eyes roll again. She was well aware that she wasn't Sarah and thought that everybody else would be able to see that too!

"No, I'm not," she said, "I'm Olivia and the Goblin King has my little sister, I'm going to get her back," she gestured to the labyrinth, "but I need to get in there to do that,"

He shook his head violently, "I'm not helping no Not-Sarah, sure way to get me head off me shoulders!" He turned away as Olivia gaped in indignition, "Find another way in!"

Olivia ground her teeth, stomping up to Hoggle and stopping him in his path, "I'm not asking you to accompany me," she ground out, "I'm asking for directions and if you don't tell me then you'll have a far bigger problem than decapitation!"

She was angry, she was indiginant, she was wasting time.

Hoggle seemed to do a double take, "Was that a threat, Not-Sarah!?" He raised his voice to match hers, clearly not happy with Olivia's words.

Olivia continued to glare, "Not a threat," she said, "a promise, I may not be Sarah,-"

"-that's obvious," Hoggle interrupted,

"But," Olivia said forcefully, "that false king has meddled with my sister and I'm going to get her back whatever it takes," she crossed hr arms, "including retrieving information out of grumpy dwarves. Will you tell me or not?"

His demenour seemed to change, albeit slowly, as he regarded Olivia, "You're really going to do this, aren't ya?"

Olivia nodded ferciely, "Yes."

A small smile broke out on Hoggle face, "It's your funeral, Not-Sarah, but maybe ya could do it," he turned to look behind him, stout finger pointed to the large doors tht were not there before, "it's there, and I wish ya luck. Ya gonna need it to face, Jareth,"

Olivia nodded, smiling at Hoggle, "Thank you, I'll bear that in mind, and my name is Olivia!" She said before running off into the labyrinth.

Hoggle waved her comment off, "Don't matter what yer name is, ya won't last long enough for anyone to remember it..."

She didn't hear him, focused instead on which as to go.

Left or right?

Did it matter? Usually labyrinths had an opening both ways but Olivia couldn't afford to make a mistake, not with her limited time and the ever present reminder that she was not Sarah and as such would not receive the kindness Sarah had.

She looked to the top of the high wall, it was too far high for her to climb, and even then there was no guarentee that she would be able to jump across the gaps in the wall. It was better to walk, she decided, than potentially injure herself in the process.

And so Olivia started walking, trusting instinct and intuition to guide her way, and it seemed that the more process she made the longer the labyrinth got.

One step, and then another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another. She was certain she must've been walking for hours but a quick glance at her watch revealed it hadn't even been thirty mintues. Did the magic of the labyrinth affect her perception of time? Again, Olivia couldn't be certain, in fact the film even stated 'things aren't always how they seem'. But that was in Sarah's labyrinth, Olivia couldn't even rely on what the film had said to guide her. She had to rely on herself and her desperate need to rescue her sister.

And so she took a deep breath and pushed herself harder, ignoring the strange eyeplants she passed, before eventually Olivia came to a break in the labyrinth.

She mentally cheered for herself and took the left turning, reinvigorated by her small success, and set off with a spring in her step. The walls still looked the same, and the sun hadn't moved in the sky, though it was unsettling, Olivia was grateful that the labyrinth's high walls shielded her from the harsh wind beyond the walls.

And then the walking got tedious again.

Olivia groaned, passing by an identical shrub for the twenty-forth time, she was counting, before letting out a short screech in frustration.

It was as if every single victory, no matter how small, she made was overshadowed by a looming failure.

It wasn't her fault every single wall in the labyrinth looked exactly the same!

Olivia could feel rage building up in her chest, a cold cover for the rising hopelessness, but she knew that no matter how enraged, how hopeless she felt she simply did not have the option of giving up.

She leaned against one of the walls, mist swirling around her ankles, and it was then that Olivia noticed the darkening of the light around her.

Warily, she raised her head and peered out into the mist from beneath her arm.

It was swirling, contorting, and Olivia swore she could see faces appearing and disappearing before her very eyes. Every now and then, glowing eyes blinked at her.

"Hello?" She called out cautiously, debating on whether or not running would be necessary.

The mist seemed to respond to her voice, fluttering and twisting around her ankles, gently climbing up her legs and gathering around her waist. Eyes greeted her and Olivia could make out the crunching of bones she stood upon, the mist shrouding the leering grins of skeletons that clawed at her clothing.

Olivia shrieked in shock, jerking backwards and disrupting the mist around her. Unsteadily, she lost her balance as she hurtled back, choking out a gasp as she fell onto the bones beneath her, eyes clenched shut.

She could still feel the bones and mist shifting around her, but Olivia was so scared, and she really, really didn't want to open her eyes. Boney fingers pulled and prodded, and Olivia could feel the bones beneath her shift into an opening. They were going to drag her down.

A low groan sounded in her ears, close to her person she had no doubt, and hesitantly, she opened her eyes.

Her scream died in her throat, directly in her face was a jeering skull, mouth stretched in a terrifying smile and Olivia lurched upwards, swinging her fist violently at the skull and watching as it flung from its spine. She scrambled away from the grabbing skeleton hands, kicking, punching, pushing, and pulling, bones flying in all directions as Olivia battled her way through the scores of undead that seemed determined to force her to join their ranks.

"You can't have me!" Olivia shouted, stomping on the ground and watching as hundreds of bones were dispelled upwards by the force of her boot.

And then they were still.

Olivia regarded the undead before her, fear clawing at her throat, but they made no move to grab her again, they just stared strangly at her.

One directly in front of her made a choking noise, and Olivia glared it down, pushing back the errant thought of lack of vocal chords, as the skeleton appeared to try and speak to her.

"Not-Sarah..." it croaked, and Olivia felt annoyance bubble up inside of her at the stupid name again, "you've come...a long...way...away..."

Olivia nodded, "So what? I'm here to get my sister and leave!" She yelled.

The skeleton smiled, or at least that's what Olivia thought it was trying to do, "You are... doomed...to...fail..." it said and Olivia sighed heavily.

"So I keep being told," she replied and Olivia ignored the little voice in her head that spoke of the increduality of talking to a skeleton, "why did you try to pull me under?!" She said ferociously, still glaring at the skeleton.

It seemed to consider her words before answering, "Our King...declares...that the... Not-Sarah...must fail...the...labyrinth..."

Olivia laughed harshly, "Of course he did, the great tosspot, well I've got some bad news for your king," she spat out the words as if it were acid, "I'm going to retreive my sister, and nothing in this godforsaken land can stop me!"

To Olivia's surprise, the skeletons parted like the Red Sea for Moses, revealing a new path for Olivia to take, each staring at her with expressionless eye sockets.

"Go..." the talkative skeleton rasped, "and prove...yourself...to the...labyrinth...or die...trying..."

Olivia stalked forward, "I will beat this labyrinth," she growled, striding through the path the skeletons had made for her, "and my name is Olivia!"

The mist dispelled and the skeletons receded back into the ground, ready to spread the word of the Not-Sarah who was going to find her sister, whatever the cost.