Disclaimer: Labyrinth is copyrighted to the Jim Henson Company and its comic book sequel is copyrighted to Tokyopop.

I've seen people complain before about the seemingly limited variety of pairing choices in Labyrinth fan fiction. Well, I'm proving that wrong! Besides, I always wanted to do something with Moppet. Moppet, by the way, is from the comic in case you have no idea what I'm talking about.

This is more likely to be a series of one-shots and drabbles all following my strange ideas of what may or may not happen next in the comics. (Damn those jerks; that was the meanest cliff-hanger for me!) The prompts are from 50 Art of Words Challenge from Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges, from the first table specifically.

This prompt will be continued in another drabble; yes, I will explain. Don't start chasing me with pitchforks yet.

Also, there is a secondary pairing of Jareth/Sarah as well.

Prompt: "Broken Glass"

Things were going according to plan. Not to mention, if Jareth played his cards right, he would win a young bride to go with his new protégé. In his arms, he spun the lovely and enthralling (or was it enthralled?) Sarah. And what a lovely armful she made too, her expression open, her eyes innocent and wide in her lovely face. The surroundings only made that purity shine more, like a beacon in the darkest night. Such a lovely girl, a far more tempting prize than her younger brother for sure, but still too young. But now, as she realized a small extent of the debauchery going on around her, some of that innocence fled in shame. If she stayed here too long, those innocent eyes wouldn't be a problem.

But I'll be there for you

But then, wasn't that purity part of her charm? If only she would bend to his will, this game wouldn't be necessary, nor would the need for cruelty be so important.

Damn her innocent eyes indeed.

As the World Falls Down

Her head kept craning around, even as he sang to her. He couldn't restrain the smirk from materializing on his face. Even if she discovered the truth of his illusions, it wouldn't matter. His spell was burying her memories of Toby, her friends, and her quest deep in the recesses of her mind. But she would never realize, even now she would let her eyes linger on him, falling back under his sway, as she looked about.

There was no escape. Here in this crystal dream he had made, she was his.

But if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams.

But then, something changed. He frowned as something in the crystal dream changed, like a song missing a beat. And then he heard the clock, chiming away. He didn't remember putting a clock there.

Too late, he felt her slipping from his grip. So surprised at her rejection and escape, he stood rooted as she fled. Only subconsciously did he manipulate the dancers to try and bring her back but his willful lass slipped past them. His arms felt cold and he let the crowd swallow him.

He physically mourned the loss as the walls of his dream crumbled down.

"Moppet?" Toby asked, suddenly drawing her back to reality. She looked up, wild eyed, to see his face swiftly change to confusion and worry. They had been taking inventory of one of the many dream crystal rooms (Jareth hadn't left very good records) and they had been talking when she had found a crystal slightly different from the rest. One that called to her with a strange siren song.

And now she knew why.

As the World Falls Down

"Moppet? Are you alright?" he tried again, reaching out to her.

The crystal slipped between her fingers before crashing to the floor. Instead of breaking into thousands of splinters of glass, it popped when it made contact, like a soap bubble. She didn't need to look to know it was gone. Sarah's, or rather Jareth's, crystal was forever gone. She wondered what that meant for them.

"Moppet?"

I know what it means for me, she thought distantly.

"Moppet, answer me! Are you okay?"

"I'm a Dream Child," she whispered, then fled.