Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Labrynth. Jim Henson & Co. does. Please don't sue me for borrowing them for a few minutes

Sarah could NOT believe she was here. In a few minutes those dreadful words were going to come flying out of her mouth again! Just like last time, the baby would not stop screaming at the storm raging outside; she was alone and exhausted. She had tried everything: stories, songs, pacing the floor, the rocking chair, everything. Now she was almost shrieking herself. With her last bit of self-control she managed to quiet the baby and place him back in the crib. As she turned to sit in the rocking chair, her foot was caught in the rug. She stumbled into a wall, knocking her to the floor, making herself dizzy. Sarah took a deep breath and then the baby began to wail as a flash of lightning lit the room. She snapped, it was all too much. "I wish the Goblin King would take this baby right NOW!"

The world began to swim as hands yanked her from the floor, staying around her waist until her vision cleared. "Haven't you learned the power of wishes yet, Precious?" Sarah looked up into a pair of mismatched eyes and began to tremble. Of their own volition her hands crept up to his shoulders and with fistfuls of shirt yanked his face within inches of hers.

"You listen to me, Jareth.", she seethed. "In the last 39 hours I have slept maybe, MAYBE six. I am exhausted and my ankle is throbbing. He was fed and his diaper was changed 10 minutes ago. I am going to put some ice on my ankle and go lie down. I do NOT want to be disturbed until his next feeding under pain of the Bog, do you understand me?"

Not even waiting for a reply, Sarah limped from the room, calling for one of the goblins to bring ice to her chambers. Jareth stood in the middle of the silent nursery for a moment and then went to the crib. Lifting the awestruck baby up and looking into eyes that mirrored his own, he began to chuckle.

"An annoyed Goblin Queen could scare a rampaging mountain troll, little one. Why don't we let your mother rest for a while, and see what the goblins are up to." Taking the babe downstairs, Jareth wondered how to keep his young son occupied for a few hours. Maybe Sarah would not be disturbed by a chicken race?