Disclaimer: I don't own the Labyrinth. This is my first dabbling into the Labyrinth fandom, and actually, my first time really dabbling with what I affectionately call "The Rambling Narrator". Although I'm a big fan of Jareth/Sarah, this drabble has an odd vibe of Jareth/grownup!Toby so you're forewarned.

P.S.-I don't know who asked the question, but apparently someone's asking about an afternoon in particular. (raises eyebrows) Don't ask me who though, this story has a mind of it's own.

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The problem with ruling goblins was the fact that if it weren't for their own stupidity they could practically rule themselves. However, the truth of the matter was that they were, stupid that is, and so were in constant need of supervision. This was a rather simple task for a Goblin King to do, and thus, very tedious.

So Jareth got bored, as he was wont to do, and would decide to spy on the Aboveground to see if anyone was willing to ditch an annoying child for him to turn into a goblin. (Because why else would he spend time listening for people wishing away their family and/or their acquaintances if he was actually busy doing something that tasking?) Using a crystal and turning it just so, he would watch for something to pass time.

On the afternoon in question, much like the many before it, he had, once again, gotten bored and selected a crystal to watch the Aboveground. Letting the magic do what it wanted, to a degree, he found himself staring at a young man, half grown but still gangly from adolescence, strumming a guitar for a young dark haired girl. Gazing at the face of the player, Jareth was surprised to realize the magic had brought him a vision of one of his old "prizes".

"Toby?" he had asked, peering deep into the crystal. The goblins in the throne room paused in their chaos and began to watch as well.

Toby's voice began to filter through and his singing began to ring through out the room's walls. "-the purple dawn. Dust demon, screaming, bring an eagle to lead me on, for in my heart I carry such a heavy load. Here I am, walking man's road. Walking-" He paused making the young girl frown.

"-le Toby?" she asked, the start of her words too garbled by the magic to be heard.

"-new song? Stop me if you heard it," Toby suggested with a wink making the child laugh. He began to strum once more but didn't sing for several moments.

It didn't matter; Jareth had recognized the tune anyway. His face gained a quickly dimming pallor but the worst came when Toby sung but three words aloud.

"…dance magic dance…"

Without warning, Jareth hurled the crystal to the ground and his goblins scattered as the crystal shattered. No goblin in its right mind stayed near the Goblin King when he was in one of his temper tantrums.

Back in the Aboveground, Toby stopped, again, and smirked before returning to his music for his young niece. Showed that snooping king who's boss, he thought as he began to sing again.

Back in the Underground, however, Jareth sat on his throne, his mercurial temper cooled already, and began to hatch a scheme although he wasn't sure what he would do with his "prize" at that moment. No matter, he had plenty of time; it wasn't like ruling the goblins was that tasking. Perhaps things would become more interesting when Toby would arrive.

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That Toby sure is a mischievous one, no? I'm awful tempted to carry on with this fic though I have no idea where it's going.