Me again. I don't own Labyrinth. No more to say, so just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show...

The name's Rae. Well, really it's Leanne, but I never really liked the name. see, I've always been somewhat of a tomboy at heart, ever since I can remember. A name like leanne didn't suit me, and I didn't want to shorten it to something predictable like lee, so my friends decided to come up with a nickname. Someone mentioned the name rae, as my middle name's Rachel and I kinda liked it, so the name stuck.

mom hated it that I changed my name, but I just calmly told her that I was asserting my independence and that if I wanted to be a celebrity like her one day, I had to have a catchy name, not something easily forgettable like the name leanne Rachel Williams. You may have guessed it. My mom's the famous actress Sarah Williams. Whoopee.

It's not that I don't love mom or anything, it's just that she can drive me insane at times, especially when she gives me the whole "school's important, don't screw up" crap. Whatever. It's not like I don't know the stuff, coz I do. It's just that I want to be a professional martial artist, and where does education come into place for doing something like that? Nowhere.

I know mom secretly wants me to go into acting and become the next sarah Williams, but thanks, but no thanks. I'm good at acting, I've been in every school production for the past seven years, but it doesn't mean I enjoy it. I usually only do it to get the teacher off my back. Plus, it usually brings a lot of press to the shows because I'm the kid of a celeb.

That's the worst part of being related to my mom; press. They follow you everywhere, ignoring your privacy and destroying your social life. I've never liked publicity. I've always been the kid that sits at the back ignoring everyone, not the kid at the front attracting everyone's attention. Mom's disappointed about that. She never says it, but I just know that she wants me to be more like my twin brother, Caleb, or Cale as I call him.

Cale. Probably the best and worst thing in my life. He's the biggest pain in the ass when he's in one of his 'jock' moods, yet he's also the most kind and supportive person in my life when I'm feeling down. Well, not quite the most supportive. That job goes to Hoggle.

Who's hoggle? You might ask. Well, it's a really long story. When me and Cale were really young, mom used to tell us a story about a princess who always did what her evil stepmother told her, especially when it involved caring for the baby. Mom told us that the princess knew the goblin king loved her and so he took the baby away, but the girl regretted it and ran through the labyrinth, and became the only human ever to be able to retrieve the baby. She made friends along the way, and one of them, a goblin named hoggle, told her that if she ever needed him, she was to look in a mirror and say she needed him. Mom told us it was just a story, but the way she said it made me think otherwise.

Well, one day when mom and cale were out, I sat in front of the large mirror on mom's dresser. I peered into it and took a breath before talking.

"I need to see you, goblin king"

For about a minute, there was nothing., I did think it was a bit strange, even if I was only 5, I should've known it was crazy. Well, imagine my absolute horror when a face that did not belong to me eventually appeared in the mirror. I sat there, frozen in fear and a small mew came out of my mouth. He looked straight at me with mismatched eyes.

"you called miss?" he spoke in a soft voice.

Immediately, I screamed and as I heard the front door closed, I ran out of the room screaming for mom. Let's just say, I never tried THAT one again. I can't help but wonder what he would have said though, had I told him who mom was. She said that the goblin king hates the princess, and since I figured mom was the princess, I don't think he'd appreciate her daughter butting into his life. I will admit though, looking at him I felt as though I'd seen him somewhere before.

It wasn't until I was nine that I decided to do it again, except this time, I called for hoggle. Not soon after, a small knobbly head appeared and looked at me. He looked really shocked. I knew it couldn't be because I looked like mom, because I didn't.

"hello, what can I do's for you?" he asked me.

I remember I giggled at his accent. He asked me who I was, and once I told him I was Sarah's daughter, he looked at me in shock again.

"really? But you look just like…"

"who"

"never mind. So, sarah has a child does she?"

"two, actually. There's me and my twin brother. We're nine. She's also pregnant with another set of twins. They think that they're going to also be one girl and one boy"

The rest of the conversation was just the pair of us talking about everything, and he told me a few more details about mom and the goblin king, who's name I remember to be Jareth. It was a really nice conversation, but it had to be cut short because mom came home from her 24 week scan. She told me that it was actually two boys that she was having. I think she was expecting me to be disappointed, but I gave her a huge grin and started cheering. I didn't want sisters, never have done. When mom turned her back to me, I glanced at the mirror and I could've sworn I saw Jareth looking at her sadly, but when I blinked, he was gone.

It wasn't until nearly a year after Jake and Connor were born that I spoke to hoggle again. He asked me how they were and I showed him a picture of them. He said that they both looked like mom, and I smiled.

"yep. All the boys do. Apparently mom doesn't know who I look like. She said that it's weird because I don't look like her or dad, but I'm their child."

Hoggle frowned, but when I asked what was wrong he wouldn't tell me. Instead he asked if I was the firstborn. I remember sitting up straight and nodding really fast.

"yep, I sure am! Eight hours older than my brother!"

He frowned even more then, and said he had to go, then disappeared. I slumped a bit, disappointed, but connor started crying, so I crouched down to pick him up.

When I stood up, I saw the face in the mirror again. This time I knew it wasn't a figment of my imagination, because this time he stayed there and smiled. I smiled back, then tried to untangle Connor's hand from my hair. He had a thing for my hair. Usually I was on the ball and could stop him before he could play with it, but I wasn't so fortunate this time.

"owww, owww, owww, owww!" I hissed as I finally got his hands away.

He began to cry, and this set jake off too. I looked back at the mirror and saw Jareth was still there.

"you could help instead of just watching me!" I muttered, making sure it was quiet enough so he wouldn't hear it.

Next thing I knew, a long pair of arms reached down and picked jake up. I watched, mouth open as the man in the mirror picked jake up off the mat and began rocking him like he would his own child. He placed jake in his crib once he quietened down, then turned to look at me. I hadn't moved, and my mouth was still open, making him smile.

"you know, it's be much more pleasant to see you smile rather with your mouth hanging open like that."

I closed my mouth, but couldn't smile. I was too shocked.

"but…how…huh?"

He looked at me, almost as if making fun of me.

"magic." was all he said.

I heard the front door open then and caleb called up to tell me that he'd be up to help put the twins to bed in a sec. I turned to say that I had it under control, and when I turned back, the magnificent man had disappeared. He still seemed familiar to me though.

Another five years passed before I saw the strange man again. The twins were now coming up to six, and me and Caleb were now fifteen, only two weeks off our sweet sixteenth. Well, his sweet sixteenth, my sour sixteenth. Mom had married the twin's dad Robert, and they'd had another baby, Elizabeth. Yep, a GIRL! Robert was cool, but I just couldn't accept him like Caleb did.

I say it was my sour sixteenth because no-one cared about me. God knows I'd tried to fit in and make friends, but nobody wanted the quiet and pushover twin, they wanted the strong, good looking athletic one. What no-one knew was that I was actually better looking and better at sport than Caleb was, and he was actually as smart as me, but I preferred to hide behind my books and make a life for myself, and he preferred to be a jock. Not that I really cared.

It wasn't until the bullying started that I lost it with everyone. Mom had no time for me as she was busy with Elizabeth and the twins, and to Robert, Caleb was the only kid he had. Even Caleb stopped really bothering with me as he was more into going out on dates with as many girls as he could. When some of the other girls started making fun of me every day at school, I kept it to myself, but once they started actually hitting me on my way home from school, I felt I had to tell someone. Since all the members of my family were too busy with each other, I felt there was only one person I could talk to…

"Jareth, I need you…please"

There was a slight pause, and suddenly, a barn owl swooped in through my open window and before I knew it, it had transformed into Jareth.

"Yes, Miss Williams?"

I looked at him guiltily.

"Heh, so you finally found out huh?" I asked him

He smiled.

"no, Hoggle told me"

He began to chuckle as he saw my face twist into my 'he is so dead' look. His face grew serious though when he looked at my face.

"what happened to your face?" he asked me, genuinely worried.

I told him all about the bullies, about how everyone was busy, and how I felt that he was the only person I could speak to about it. He listened to me, then told me that he would personally sort the issue out. He flashed me a smile and I had to take a step back.

"holy sh…ahem. I mean oh my god!"

He raised an eyebrow at me, confused a the sudden outburst, so I filled him in.

"well, when I first saw you in the mirror when I was nine, I though you looked familiar, but couldn't place it. Then again when I was ten, I couldn't place it, but I just looked at you and then at the mirror and realised why I thought you're familiar. I look just like you! How on earth is that possible!" I yelled.

Mom must've come home early, because next thing I knew she was in my room, startling both me and Jareth. She screamed when she saw him, and told me to get away from him. I ignored her and asked my question again. He looked at me and smiled, then looked at mom with an icy expression.

"how do you like our daughter Sarah?" he asked.

Both mine and mom's jaws dropped. It must have looked funny as Jareth smirked and his eyes flashed with amusement.

After about three hours of yelling, I finally found out that after mom defeated him, Jareth was so enraged, he put a spell on her so that her first born would actually be his child and look just like him so that she would never forget him. I thought it was cool, but mom told him to stay away from us.

"as you wish," he began, ignoring my small protest. "I will leave you and your children alone. However, I will NOT leave my daughter alone, not unless she wishes it."

He looked at me and I shook my head, stating that I've always wanted to now my father and that I didn't want him to leave my life. He smiled at me then turned back to mom.

"it's settled. I will return on her eighteenth birthday. Until then I bid you, adieu."

He gave ,me a hug and kissed my forehead. He looked at my shelf and I saw what looked like a crystal appear. He whispered to me that if I ever needed to, I was to peer into it and wish myself to the goblin castle, but only in an emergency.

He gave mom one last look, then disappeared in a haze of mist and glitter. The second he was gone, mom started screaming, mentioning all of the things she wanted to do to him, and quite successfully scaring me. As she stormed out of my room, I found myself not caring. Instead, I took hold of the crystal and stroked it, thinking to myself:

Only two years and three months to go…

Little did I know, it was going to happen a lot sooner than I expected…