Good Girls go to heaven

But the bad girls go to the







Jareth, the Goblin King



You know the drill. It's Henson's.


Chapter 1. Everyone deserves a second chance

There were the usual snickers and jeers as she entered the classroom. The girl with the long thick chocolate hair and big green eyes was use to it. At first it had been because her mother was an actress, then because her mother had run off with her handsome leading man. Then it had been the fact that like he mother Sarah Williams excelled as an actress and was assigned almost every good part in every play the school put on. Now it was because she had no date to the big dance that evening.

Although being rather stuck up toward the other girls had not really helped her position either. Sarah didn't mind, in fact she didn't blame the boys for not asking her out. Until recently she was something of a brat, and could not blame anyone for not wanting to submit to her cruelty. All that had changed a few weeks ago, right after the major storm that had knocked out the power to more than half the local grid. That night, the black out and the aftermath changed Sarah for good, or so it was she hoped.

The snickers and mean little remarks had never stung before. Today they did, and Sarah wondered if she'd injured someone else making them feel this way. She could hear the girls making cutting remarks about her being stuck up and thinking herself too good for the locals. One suggested that she was taking the meaning of her name too literally. After all she was not a 'Princess' unless one deemed her the iceberg princess. Never one to join cliques, Sarah had found herself the outsider. And right now discretion felt definitely like the better part of valor.

She looked up at the clock in the front of the class room; it was only one more hour. That's all she had to get though, just one more hour, and she'd be on her way home. She even looked forward to the fact that her Dad and Karen were going out with clients tonight. She wouldn't have to think about the dance she'd not been asked to. She wouldn't have to think about the boys who were not asking for dates, or the girls who were not offering friendships. She'd be far too busy with Toby. She looked up again from the test paper she was writing, had only two minute passed. God this last hour was dragging! Concentrating on the test and thinking of the best route to miss most of her classmates on the way home took her through the rest of the class.

She went to her locker and shoved the books she didn't need in. 'Thank God for Friday,' she told herself. She looked at the items in the locker, making it seem like she was busy, but she was really waiting for the halls to clear so she could walk home in peace. It didn't take long, most of the others on that floor cleared out fast. She removed her light jacket from the locker and tied it over her shoulders and pulled on her backpack. She passed one poster for the dance and paused to look at it. It did look like it was going to be fun. She tugged at the backpack and turned away from the poster. Reaching the main door of the High School, she watched as other students called to each other. Some wishing the others a fun time, others saying they'd call. There were no happy shouts to Sarah, no good wishes, nothing. She sighed; even the other kids in the drama club were on the hostile side when it came to her. Again she could not really blame them. She had entered the club with her nose in the air. The daughter of a famous actress mother, and she touted it!

The streets cleared fast, the local traffic never all that busy anyway. It was early and she had time before her Father had said they would have to leave. Sarah decided to cut though the park, it was a beautiful day. Soon enough the chill of the changing season would set in and the winds of autumn would blow the leaves that were only now starting to show signs of change. She'd not stepped one foot in the park since the day of the storm. It surprised her that the park was nearly empty on such a glorious afternoon. No joggers, no bench sitting old people, no lovers strolling down the lanes. However as she crossed the bridge she saw the swans were still there. The snowy white pair had been there for as long as Sarah could remember coming to the park. She took a seat on one of the little benches by the pond. She recalled a time long ago when her parents had brought her here. She had a photo in her desk of her with them here, and if one looked close enough one would see the swans in the background. Sarah watched them swim for a little bit, thinking it would make her feel better. It didn't. It only made her feel more alone.

It had been near three thirty when she sat down on the bench. Looking up at the clock steeple she was amazed when the hour was going on seven;"Oh no! How could I have lost track of time…" she grabbed up her backpack and ran toward the direction that would take her home. As she came running up the street she began apologizing to the figure in pink standing on the porch. "I'm sorry! I stopped in the park..." She gulped for air and grabbed her knees. "I only meant to watch the swans for a moment…. Lost track of time…I'm sorry…" she panted desperate for air, and more… she was desperate for understanding.

Karen looked at her with a raised brow, "Sarah, you've got plenty of time, it's only four." She showed her the little wrist watch.

"What?" Sarah looked at the watch and blinked. "The tower clock said… it was going on seven."

Karen shrugged. "Perhaps they were working on the mechanism inside… moving the hands and keeping it oiled." She suggested. "Your father just called, he'll be home in about half an hour…"

Sarah entered the house, still out of breath from her run. "Is there anything you need me to do?"

Karen followed her into the foyer fiddling with her earrings. "No," she shrugged. "Toby is in his playpen, the dog is in the garage, everything is taken care of…Why don't you change out of your school clothes and into something relaxing?" She suggested kindly.

"A nice moo-moo;" Said Sarah going up the stairs, turning she looked at her stepmother and said in a racy little voice. "Or, there's always the leather pants mom sent."

Karen laughed, "I wouldn't do that if I were you young lady! Your father had a fit when you opened the box!"

Pausing on the landing Sarah leaned over the rail. "But you liked them, didn't you?"

Karen blushed. "Go change you scamp."

Sarah turned, and caught a glimpse of the antique clock that Karen prized. She stopped, rubbed her eyes and looked a second time. For one instant it seemed like the clock read thirteen hours instead of twelve. Sarah looked again, and it read twelve. "I'm going out of my mind." She muttered as she continued up the stairs and down the hall to her room.

Sarah's room had been her refuge, and even now it held an air of the fantastical. She looked at the stuffed toys she'd boxed, getting them ready to go up to the attic. It was time she'd told herself, Time to make little changes and get on with the living of life. Mother was not coming back, Daddy had married Karen and Toby had been born. Life had moved on and so she had to as well.

Stowing her school gear, and clothes she changed to the first thing she grabbed. Only after she had changed did she realize that she'd somehow pulled the very poet shirt she'd worn the night of the storm. She looked down at her legs and pulled off the jeans. No way was she going to tempt fate. Looking in her closet she found the odd long denim skirt Karen had purchased for her some months ago. It buttoned up the front, and she left the last four buttons at the bottom open. Sarah had refused to wear it before, saying her stepmother had no taste. The truth was she resented Karen and refused to be nice. Looking at the skirt now, she had to admit it was really a nice skirt, well made and cut nicely. The denim was not really dark or light, just a nice medium blue and soft as brushed velvet. "Right," she said pulling it on and belting the shirt and giving her self a once over in her vanity mirror. She slipped into the vest and pulled on a pair of brown Kid knee boots her mother had sent her as an early birthday present. "Close but no cigar." She muttered happily. She pulled her hair up into a pony tail and then headed down to see what Karen had planned for her to have for dinner.

Karen was having some kind of heated discussion with her father, and they broke off their words when she came to the landing. "Am I in trouble?" She asked hesitantly leaning over the rail.

Robert Williams looked up at his teenaged daughter and rolled his eyes, "So dramatic, just like your mother." He scoffed one moment, the next he frowned at her. "Should you be in trouble?" These days he was never sure, the girl was changing so quickly from his little princess into a young woman.

Sarah ignored him, "I was wondering what your plans for my dinner included." She looked at Karen.

Karen glared at Robert, and Sarah knew he was the one in trouble. "We were just discussing that dear." She motioned to Sarah's father; "Seems your dad here got the bright idea to invite a dinner guest for you."

Sarah walked down the remaining stairs, Karen's face was angry, and Sarah knew so few who could fluster her like this. "Who?" her own voice sounded wobbly to her ears and that worried her.

"Kent, Kent Davis, the son of the clients we are dining with." Her father said glaring right back at his wife. "He's in from School for the weekend and I thought it would be nice for you two to get to know each other."

Sarah groaned sounding much like Karen, "Daddy! Kent Davis is a pushy bore!"

"He got sent away to school for a reason Robert!" Karen said pointedly.

Robert headed up the stairs, as if they had said nothing, "He'll be nice company for you, Sarah. Maybe he'll even ask you out some time… would do you good to date a boy from a good family…." He was still talking when he entered the master bedroom upstairs.

Sarah turned to Karen, "Do I have to?" she moaned sounding like the brat she'd been before the storm.

Karen nodded sadly. "I'll order a pizza for you." She offered half heartedly, knowing how much she herself disliked the Davis boy. "I'm so sorry about this sweetie. It's such a shame… I mean his parents are such nice folks… too bad he's nothing like them…"

Sarah remembered Kent; he was a little over a year older than she. He was good looking, and knew it, and about the most conceded person she ever had the displeasure to meet. Even more so, she told herself than a certain Goblin King. Sarah put her hand over her stepmothers on the phone. "No, don't order pizza… He hates pizza as I recall… I'll get out that stew you froze and heat it up… I can at least pretend to entertain the jerk."

Karen looked at her stepdaughter, "Are you sure?" She placed a hand under the girls chin, "You don't have to be nice about this to me you know…. I'm on your side."

Sarah blinked, "You… you've always been on my side, haven't you?"

The strawberry blond nodded. "Of course I have… "

Sarah drew strength from that, "You have to be nice to Daddy's clients, don't you?" Karen nodded, and Sarah sighed. "I can be nice to the Davis boy, for on night…but I'm not dating him…he's not my type…"

Karen's lips parted, "Do you have a type, Sarah?"

"More mature," teased the girl.

Karen laughed, and hugged the girl, "Come on, I'll help you get your dinner started."


Sarah had set the table in the kitchen up; she was not going to entertain the young man at the family dining table in the dinning room. But she could give him a decent supper in the kitchen. Toby had been fed and also put down for the night. Karen was coming down from having tucked the tyke in, and she was smiling.

"He went right to sleep. I'm so glad he's not cutting teeth this week." She had worried two weeks before the boy would never stop crying.

Robert had mixed drinks and was pouring one for his wife. "Sarah get the door," he called as the bell rang.

Sarah opened the door and greeted the Davis' and their son. She then ushered everyone into parlor where her father was pouring drinks now for the Davis'. She listened to the chit-chat and watched as the young man looked about the room with scorn clearly written on his features. He was such a snob, thought Sarah. More than once she'd seen him turn up his nose at the furnishings and artwork.

Mr. Davis addressed Sarah, "I hear tell there's a big dance at the local high school, you go there don't you?" Sarah nodded. "How is it you're not the belle of the ball?" He suddenly pointed to Kent, "Kent here never misses a dance at the academy, do you lad?"

Kent smiled smugly, "No, father."

Mr. Davis nudged Robert. "He's got dozens of girl friends." He looked over at Sarah, "No boyfriends yet?"

Karen was about to say something in Sarah's defense when the girl herself spoke up. "Oh I've a recently met someone who is showing interest."

Karen smiled, enjoying how well Sarah shut Davis down. "We really should be on our way," She said to Robert showing him the time on her little watch. "They won't hold our reservations for long you know."

Sarah saw everyone to the door and closed it slowly, feeling trapped in the house with the Davis boy. She was surprised to find Kent standing behind her in the foyer. "Dinner is almost ready." She said coldly.

Kent was opening the buttons at his collar, "I'm not any happier about this arrangement than you are Sarah." He snapped at her in a spiteful malicious tone. "I'd much rather be out with some of my chums or crashing that dance at your school…"

Sarah walked past him, moving toward the Kitchen. "You're welcome to leave," she said carelessly. "I have better things to do." She entered the kitchen, lifted the lid of the stew pot and gently stirred the simmering contents. She began to mutter to herself under her breath, not really guarding her words.

Unseen, and unheard, someone was listening…


Jareth was lounging in his throne, in his hands a book of poetry. He often felt that the only way to nurse wounded feelings was to read. His quiet was disturbed by a goblin running toward him for one of the many entrances to the throne room.

"Sire!...Sire…. Your majesty!" the goblin panted for breath and appeared to have come much farther than just one of the corridors. "The girl… the girl…"

"Girl?" Jareth looked back at his book and turned a page indifferent to the mutterings of the little goblin. "What girl?"

"The girl… the girl who ate the peach and forgot everything," The little goblin was now stomping as if the King should already know whom he was speaking of.

The book fell out of the trembling fingers of the King, "What about her?" he asked though tight lips and clenched teeth.

Bending over fighting to catch his breath and speak, the goblin pointed the direction he'd just come dashing from. "She's muttering… sounds like she's about to wish someone away…."

Jareth looked disbelieving at the little creature. "No, she couldn't revert so quickly, could she…" He drew a crystal from the air, without blinking an eye or breaking a sweat he focused on the girl in question. "Sarah." He said her name softly, like caressing a flower. He saw her face hardened and muttering words under her breath, something about she'd like to dip this jerk in the bog. Jareth snickered. "What kind of trouble have you landed yourself in this time, sweet Sarah?"

The scope of the vision widened and Jareth spied the young man taking a seat at a table. He could tell by the way Sarah was behaving she was not happy with the presence of the young man. He listened to the conversation.


Kent flicked his linen napkin, thinking himself very grand as he placed it in his lap with a flourish. Sarah thought he was nothing more than a showoff.

"So, Sarah, why no date tonight?" He asked spitefully.

"Could ask you the same question," she muttered as she ladled the stew. Sarah placed the bowl of stew in her hands on the table, fighting the urge to spill the contents into the lap of the odious young man. "Who says I don't have a date?"

Kent smiled wanly. "I meant besides entertaining me."

Sarah returned to the stove and the stew, quietly ladling stew for herself. She muttered to herself and prayed her words were unheard. But this young man was the kind that got on her nerves.

Kent smugly looked at her, "You're not a bad looking girl…but I'm told you don't get asked out."

She nearly dropped the bowl on the table. "You're told by whom?" She resented the way he eyed her, as if she should fall to her knees and thank him for a moments attention.

Kent sampled the stew, made a face and said. "I still have friends here, and a few of my chums go to your school. I heard all about how you're called the "Iceberg Princess", and how none of the popular guys want to even ask you out… not even the guys in Drama Club I hear want to try to break the ice."

"I see." Sarah was quickly finding her appetite vanishing. "Gee, I had no idea I was such a subject of interest."

"You're not." Kent said unkindly. "However since I was being sucked into this… arranged dinner… I called a few pals to ask if you were still little Miss stuck up." He smiled as he knew he'd hit a raw nerve. "And I see you are, some things never change."

"Just because I don't date the boys at school does not mean I don't date." Sarah countered.

"Really?" He challenged. "Well tell me all about these dates…"

Sarah blushed. "I don't kiss and tell, Kent."

"I'm wagering you don't kiss at all." His voice was vicious. "I'll bet you've not had one signal date!"

"You'd lose that bet." She said suddenly smugly.


Jareth swung his legs and placed his feet on the floor. "Sarah, be careful... words are a trap…" He cautioned the image he was watching.


Kent laughed at her. "Sure you have… you have them lined up down the block don't you, Sarah?"

"Well, not them…. Just one," Sarah closed her eyes, cursing herself for falling victim to this stupid mind game.

"So you're telling me you have a boy friend;" Challenged the Davis boy.

"I wouldn't actually call him… a boy…" Sarah's voice trilled. 'No, not a boy at all,' she thought, grateful she had his image fresh in her mind.


'What would you call him?' the King's mind crooned.


"What would you call him?" Kent asked at that moment.

Sarah looked at him, triumph on her face. "I'd call him, so much more. You have no idea, Kent, you have no idea. I'll say this, he's not school boy."

"So who is this… fellow?" Kent challenged again. "Where is he tonight?"

"Tonight?" she stumbled. "What do you mean tonight?"

"Where is this…elusive boyfriend that your own father does not know of?" Kent laughed at her. "Your old man tells my old man all kinds of things about you, Sarah…not once has he mentioned a boyfriend."

"Daddy hasn't met him yet." She covered quickly.

"So where is he?" Kent leaned forward.

Sarah shrugged, "Working." She said the first word that popped into her head.


Laughter filled the goblin halls and the throne room, even the King was chuckling at the girl's wit. He looked into the orb and listened carefully. "Quiet!" he barked, "I want to hear this." Little voices stilled, and big round eyes watched the King and the orb in his gloved hand.


"Working?" the boy repeated.

"Yes, Kent some people work for a living." She took a spoon of stew and prayed it would not turn to sawdust in her mouth.

"What kind of work does this fellow do?"

Sarah paused, "He…" She fumbled, looking for a way to describe a man who took the wished away from their beds. "He owns his own business; I guess you'd say he's in … import and export."

"Really," Kent shifted in his seat, "Does this person have a name?" He studied her, sure she was lying but he felt he could use it to his advantage down the road.

"Of course he has a name!" Sarah snapped.

"Well, what is it?" Kent snapped back.


Jareth leaned forward, holding the crystal close to his face. "Say it…. Say it, Sarah." He crooned into the orb.


Sarah rose from the table. "Well if you must know, its Jareth… his name is Jareth." She turned her back on the boy and grimaced, making faces all the way to the sink with her half finished bowl of stew. 'Good god, what are you saying? You just called the Goblin King your boyfriend, are you out of your mind?' her brain screamed and she shook, worried about what she'd just done.


Triumphant, the King rose up and held the orb above his head. "Said is said!" He shouted as the goblins cheered.


"What kind of name is Jareth?" Scoffed the boy shoving his bowl away, "Jareth what?"

Sarah thought fast. "King, Jareth King… its Celtic, Kent… And it's a fine name." She said now embedded in her web. "And he's a fine young man from a fine…old family…a very old family."

"Sure he is." Kent watched her clear the table. "He's so fine you haven't introduced him to your father… and he hasn't the time to take you to a dance."

"We've danced." She said defensively. "Just because he can't get off work to take me to a school dance does not mean we haven't dance. He's a wonderful dancer, makes a girl feel like she's dancing on air….and as for introducing him to Daddy… we've only been seeing each other a short time… do you introduce all your bevy of girls to your Dad?"

Kent looked taken aback by the strength she was now displaying. He wondered for a moment if there really was a mysterious boy friend. "No," He admitted. "I don't introduce all my girls to Dad."

Sarah wiped off the table. "You really don't have to stay if you don't want to… I expect my young man may drop by if he gets off early enough." She pointed toward the hall. "You're free to go! I'll be happy to let your folks know you had other plans."

Kent raised a quizzical brow, "Your boy friend might drop by?"

Placing hands to her hips, the girl pursed her lips. "You don't think I dressed for you, do you?" she turned her back on him and missed the angry look that was shot at her.


Jareth hadn't missed the look, nor the set of the young man's jaw line and the look of evil in his glance; "Careful Sarah!" He said aloud. "That boy is dangerous. Don't push him!"

Sarah left the boy sitting at the table; she went to the parlor and switched on the stereo. Music filled the room, making her feel less hostile. Kent followed her out to the parlor; he looked at her like a hungry hawk. Jareth watched the boy begin to put moves on the girl.

Kent moved closer, placed a hand on the girls shoulder. She shot him an angry look and tried to move away, disliking his closeness. "Come on, Sarah." He teasingly begged. "Give me a second chance… everybody deserves a second chance." His hands moved to her waist, and she struggled. "Come on, Ice Princess…. I'll warm you up, and when I tell guys how hot you are… you'll have more dates than you'll know what to do with.." He pulled her closer trying to kiss her and growled at her. " You won't have to pretend to have a boyfriend…you'll have dozens of them…Of course, you'll have to put out…."

"Stop it!" She tried to shove him off, but was being held in a grip that hurt.

"Admit it, Sarah, there's no boy friend… and everyone is right, you're nothing but a tease." He struggled with her. She broke free and he followed into the Foyer trapping her against the riser of the stairs. "Come on, Princess, give…"

"OH God! I wish somebody would recue me!" she shouted as she struggled to free herself. "Let me go…you creep!"


Jareth tossed the crystal, "Well, looks like I have to rescue her." He instantly changed into mundane garments, something that would not seem out of the ordinary. "Wish me luck, boys." He said as he vanished in a vortex of dark glitter.

"Luck!" the little goblins cried out and giggled madly.


Sarah managed to avoid the lips that were trying to kiss her. She ducked her face into her chest. "Stop it, you jerk! If my boyfriend catches you…he'll… He'll…." She struggled and kept his lips off hers.

The door bell rang and Sarah gulped at the air that was being denied her. Kent let go of her, looking at the door. "Get rid of who ever it is." He said in a warning. "I'm not done with you, you little tease."

Sarah unsettled and slightly disheveled moved toward the door; there was an insistent knock at the door. Smoothing her clothes she wondered who had come to her rescue and how she could convince them not to leave her alone with the boy who was looking like he was ready to pounce on her. As she opened the door and looked up, she could not believe her eyes. Standing before her, looking dashing and heroic was The Goblin King. Forgetting all that he'd put her though in the Labyrinth she opened her mouth and cried out his name. "Jareth!" She flung her arms about his shoulder and hugged him close. "Oh thank God you're here!" Her face was buried in his chest, and her words slightly muffled.

The boy standing in the dim foyer watched and whispered. "You mean he's real?"

Jareth ignored the boy, and concentrated on the girl holding on to him. He tipped her face up, gazed into her eyes and lowered his face to hers, crushing her lips. He heard the catch of her breath and the wild little growl that formed in the back of her throat. 'Too young to keep my ass,' He told himself. 'Damned, the girl knows how to kiss.' He took his time administering this first kiss. When he pulled back her eyes were filled with relief. "Hello, Sarah." He said softly. Looking over at the boy he asked softly with mild interest. "Who's this?"

Sarah glanced over her shoulder, and saw Kent standing, staring at her in the arms of this stranger. Suddenly Sarah seemed to remember where she was and who was holding her, The Goblin King. She was stunned into speechlessness.

Jareth looked at the young man, extended his hand and said confidently. "Jareth, Jareth King, and you are?"

Kent looked at the hand with contempt. "Kent Davis." He refused the hand and crossed his arms. "So you're the mysterious boy friend?"

"Mysterious?" Jareth repeated pulling Sarah into a possessive embrace. "Oh I'm not much of a mystery, am I?" he looked at Sarah who was speechless.

"How is it the Williams' don't know you?" Kent asked thinking he was onto some kind of dirty little secret Sarah was keeping.

Jareth seemed amused by the boy's audacity, "I'm not sure that's any of your business."

Kent looked at the pair. "Sneaking around are you?"

"Hardly," Jareth said pointedly. "I'm a little old for such silly games as sneaking about."

Kent didn't appear to believe him. "Aren't you a bit old for Sarah?" he added. "She's only fifteen. You must be… way past twenty five." He looked at Sarah, "I had no idea you went in for old men." He now gave what he hoped was a disparaging look to the man he saw as a rival.

Jareth felt Sarah stiffen and prepare to object. He soothed her and looked at the boy. "See here, have you been trying to make time with my girl?"

Kent suddenly felt his face go red. "No." He lied.

Jareth raised his brow. "Sarah, has this boy tired to get fresh with you?"

"Yes." She said quietly feeling no need to protect the boy.

"I see." He looked at the boy with harsh eyes.

Suddenly she took hold of Jareth's arm and moved him toward the kitchen, leaving the Davis boy standing alone in the front hall. "Excuse us, a moment!" She had said as she pulled the Goblin King into her kitchen. Sarah looked up at the man in whose embrace she had been standing. "What are you doing here?" She asked in a tight squeak.

"Taking a second chance," He mused. "Everybody deserves a second chance, don't they?" He pointed toward the foyer. "You've got a new villain…this time I get to play hero!"

"Everybody deserves…" She repeated then gasped. "Where did you hear that? You've been spying on me!"

"Hardly spying, precious," Jareth tapped her nose with a gloved finger. "I will admit to eavesdropping." He smiled at her with that same wonderfully cocky smile he'd graced her with on their first meeting. "So…do I get my second chance or do I leave you with that octopus in the front hall?"