Disclaimer: Do I look rich? I don't own the Labyrinth or anything to do with it.

I'm not going to lie to you guys, This is not a short story, nor is it one of the best I've ever written. It's indulgence pure and simple. Contained herein is what makes me go all warm and fuzzy inside. And occasionally makes me laugh. Hopefully it shall do the same for you guys. Shutting up now. Enjoy.

A Fairytale

By Chaimera

December 12th

"Oh my god!! It's Tony the Drunk. Run!" The group of shrieking teenagers streaked past Sarah laughing madly. They ran down the steps and disappeared in the crowded cobble street. She could hear some buskers playing a percussion piece down near the square and a group with guitars pushed past her heading for a small outdoor café. To be honest, this was not at all what Sarah had been expecting.

This 'culture corner' was the closest she had seen in this city to something old, with the cobbled streets and old buildings, but the rest of the city had been anything but quaint. She walked under an old archway and stumbled as the shrieking teenagers reappeared. The group ran towards the road and a small blond girl ran ahead. Another with brightly died red hair shouted at her as she neared the roadside.

"Come on Lisa. No playing with the traffic. Don't make us rugby tackle you again!" Lisa just grinned and ran across the road, narrowly missing a collision with a taxi. Sarah watched as the green man lit and the surge of people crossed the road to run up the steps of the bridge that crossed the River Liffey.

The bridge was in an old style and was apparently called the Ha'Penny. As she reached the other side Sarah avoided crossing another busy road and turned on to the boardwalk which ran along the river.

She sat down on a bench to wait for her boyfriend, Steve. The one who had dragged her here in the first place. It wasn't that she didn't like Dublin, in fact she thought that the city was a nice place. Smaller than most of the cities back home, but it had just as much to do. The only problem was that Steve was expecting to find a quaint little white washed, thatched roof cottage settlement; he definitely wasn't going to find it. Ireland seemed to have come along way since the eighteen hundreds thought Sarah sarcastically. She opened her book and began to read.

We all know Sarah Williams of course.

The girl, who selfishly wished her little brother away, traversed the Labyrinth and defeated the Goblin King. Despite her passion for the dramatic arts Sarah Williams did not pursue an acting career. If fact now at the age of twenty six, she is a high school English teacher.

Her boyfriend of a eight months is Steve.

Steve is a rather foolish administrative worker for a security company. Of course it took her awhile to realise just how foolish he was

What first attracted Sarah to Steve was that Steve is a very good-looking man. He also shares her passion for the fantastical. How do you think they met?

He seemed quite enamoured with Sarah. Sarah on the other hand had grown quite bored of him. He could only talk of three things; work, fantasy and Ireland, where he believes all fantasy stemmed from.

This, of course, is utter crap as anyone knows. You can see why Sarah has become a bit bored.

She was afraid to hurt him though.

He was a nice guy. That describes Steven in a word. Nice.

Well nice to people he deemed worthy, anyway.

Nice, safe, utterly dependable, boring.

"Sarah, hunny." Sarah jolted out of her thoughts to see Steve's handsome face floating in front of her.

She smiled warmly at him "Hi. So what did you get up to?"

He sat down beside her and glanced at her book, snorting when he read the cover. "'The Dubliners'? What is that? A guide to the indigenous peoples?"

Sarah raised an eyebrow but inside she wanted to throttle him. "Steve, this is a book by James Joyce, the man who wrote 'Ulysses' arguably the greatest book ever written. He was from this city so I suggest you not insult him while you're here."

At least he had the sense to look mildly ashamed. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the bench.

"So, what have you been doing?"

"Well I went to Trinity Collage Library. Its amazing. They have books that date back to the thirteenth century and the book of Kells is beautiful. The collage itself is gorgeous…"

"Yes yes, but guess what I did?"

She sighed but went along any way. "What? What did you do that is so fabulous?" "Were going to Tara."

She looked at him blankly.

"Oh come on Sarah, don't you ever listen to me? The Hill of Tara? Seat of the ancient High Kings of Ireland? Home of the fairies?"

Sarah raised her eyebrow again "Fairies? I hate fairies."

Steve looked at her, surprised. "I thought you liked all that stuff. Like me."

I am nothing like you! She screamed internally but she just shrugged. "Fairies bite. I don't like them. Their like a pest."

Steve looked at her incredulously. "Really Sarah. Where do you get this stuff? Everyone know fairies grant wishes and stuff like that."

"Its not the fairies that grant wishes you idiot. It's the owls." She grinned to herself at her little joke, bad as it was.

Her friends had stopped coming to her a long time ago. Sarah didn't blame them. She had grown up. It became harder and harder for her to reach them and visa versa, but she still had fond memories of her time in the Labyrinth.

She had told Steve the story but he had scoffed. Said it wasn't real fantasy. Where was the dashing hero? The bad guy couldn't be that good looking. It just didn't adhere to the rules of a good story.

He had been right in a way. The Labyrinth wasn't fantasy, it was all to real.

She missed it. All of it and she wasn't afraid to admit it. She even missed Jareth a tiny bit. He may have been a conceited, egotistical, over dressed, megalomaniac bastard, but he wasn't a villain.

Not really. He had just been playing the part. Sarah knew that.

Didn't mean she liked the ass hole no matter how many socks he stuffed in his crotch. She giggled to her self and Steve looked up from packing.

"Something funny?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing. Just thinking about something that happened when I was younger. So, where is this Tara place anyway?"

He glanced up at her again. "Meath. About an hour and a half from here on the train. I got a really nice hotel. Just you wait."

"Oh I don't think I can." She sighed and flopped back on the bed.

End Chap.

Ok, so this really isn't great, but it gets better, I swear. This is just an odd little intro. All of the placed described are quite real because I spend my weekends in the city and I do have a small blonde friend who plays with traffic. I had a need to set a story at home and this is what happened. Sheesh.

Ahh well. R&R please. Oh and any help with my abysmal and highly unoriginal title would be most apriciated.

Slán.