In case you're wondering what happened, everything got messed up with the chapters so I had to take the whole story down and put it up again. Meh. xxx

Hey. This is my first Labyrinth fic so please be nice. It's a little slow to get going, but if you stick with it it will be worth it...promise!

OK, standard disclaimer - If you recognise it, whether it is from Labyrinth or any other movie Bowie realted or not, or form any of Bowie's awesome songs, I don't own it. And I'm not making money from it.

KK, now thats done, ON WITH THE STORY! xxx

Sarah knelt in her cold flat, the cheap, brown carpet scratchy against her knees. Her hair, still long after four years, fell in curtains round her face as she bent her head, staring at her hands twisted in her lap.

How had it come to this, she wondered. And her mind again replayed the events of her last meeting with the Goblin King.

"You have no power over me." – her statement uttered boldly four years ago, that was the reason she was here now, her will was not as strong as his. That was the reason she was currently kneeling in her sports bra and girl boxers, shivering in a cold flat with the window open, in front of a child's model of Jareth, the Goblin King. The problem was not that she had run the Labyrinth to secure the safe return of her baby brother. She adored Toby, loved him with everything she had but at the same time she could hardly bear to look at him. He reminded her too much. Neither did the problem lie in the fact that she had moved out of her family home as soon as she was old enough, running form their company just as she had run from Jareth's offer all those years before. No, the problem lay in the fact that she had lied – You have no power over me – but this was not true. Jareth did hold power over her. He always had done. And as she had said those words, as the look of anguish had tortured his features, as he had vanished from her sight, she had felt a terrible pain well up inside her. It was a pain she had been running from ever since.

"Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave" – his promise haunted her to this day. What had she sacrificed? Sarah buried her face in her hands and wept. The hot tears scalded her cold cheeks as her body trembled with a combination of cold and grief. She wished she was brave enough to stop the pain – jump into a river or draw a cool knife across her wrists, letting the hot blood stain the water in her wash hand basin. But she knew she couldn't do it. Knew she didn't have the guts.

Jareth sat in his throne room, hunched over his crystal, staring at Sarah. He loved her and hated her in equal measures. She had hurt him, badly. He had atken a long time to recover and during the whole time the Labyrinth had wept. The Labyrinth now wanted to be appeased, and now, Jareth was more powerful then ever. The crystal distorted the image, meaning that Jareth could not get a good idea of what Sarah looked like now. But he hoped it wouldn't be too long until he was finding out. Suddenly Jareth leaned forward. Sarah was weeping.

Sarah gasped in breathes, the sorrow welling inside her. She couldn't take anymore. She glowered at the figure of Jareth before picking it up and bringing it close to her face.

"See the power you have over me?" She sobbed at it. "Do you see?"

On the other side of the crystal Jareth tensed. "Say it," he hissed, "come on darling Sarah, you can say it."

"Yes Jareth," Sarah sobbed, "I was wrong, I lied. You do have power over me. And I will do anything to make it up to you. If only you would come here and save me."

In his throne room Jareth smiled. "Good girl Sarah." He threw the crystal into the air, vanishing it at the height of its arc, and then promptly disappeared.