A/N: I'm so exited, this is my first ever Labyrinth fanfiction, yay! Anyway, I really wanted to write a holiday story and I decided that since I had yet to write a Laby fic, this was the perfect opportunity to try it out. This was originally going to be a one-shot, but I decided to turn into a two parter instead. So here you go, enjoy the first half of "Sarah's Boyfriend"

Ever since I was a child, I've noticed that I have a bit of a problem with not thinking the things I say through before I say them. I can recall dozens of times when this has gotten me into trouble, but none have ever come close to the incident the one Christmas when I was twenty-three. It ended up being one of the worst nights of my life, but surprisingly, also one of the best.

I suppose I ought to start at the beginning. You see, I was never a very social child, not until my senior year when I somehow made friends with one of the most popular girls at school and began to come out of my shell a little. I got my first real boyfriend that year. His name was Niko; he was Hispanic and had big adorable brown eyes. He was one of the schools biggest heartthrobs so you better believe I got a lot of jealous looks from other girls when we made our relationship public. We lasted about six months together, until I realized that even though he was always really nice to me, there was really nothing special between us.

Next came Taylor, he wasn't exactly the best looking guy in the world but he was a lot less pigheaded than other guys in my school. He was my date to the senior prom and the first guy I ever thought I could have a lasting relationship with. Alas, fate went against us when he got accepted into his dream college…in California. We broke up shortly afterwards, last I heard from him he had gotten married and has three kids.

I had several other dates and boyfriends after that, but my longest relationship at the time began when I was around 19 years old. I met Chris at the diner I worked at when he took a job as a cashier (I was a waitress). He had brownish red hair and the cutest dimples ever. We dated on and off for about three months before officially becoming a couple. Our relationship lasted 2 ½ years, during which time I really began thinking that he was the one. But once again, fate had other plans; he ended up leaving me after reconnecting with a former girlfriend from his home town. They later married only to divorce a year later, and he ended up becoming an unemployed drunk while his ex-wife married some rich sixty year old. I can't say that I feel too bad about that.

I didn't have another date after that for four years, something that my step-mother would not accept. We hadn't been extremely close when she first married my dad, but as time went on I began to grow fond of my new step-mother and she of me. The main thing she worried about in regards of my life was that I would end up never getting married and being alone for the rest of my life. So she did the only thing she could as an overbearing step-mother: set me up on as many blind dates as possible. I went along with it for a few months just so she would stop pestering me, but after she hooked me up with one of her co-workers exterminator son, I began to put my foot down.

Every time she tried to set me up with someone from then on I would come up with various excuses to get out of it. It wasn't that I wanted to stay single forever, I just wanted to be the one to choose who I would spend the rest of my life with and not my step-mother.

Of course, both times I thought I was in love with a guy it turned out sour but that didn't mean I would never find someone right?

As time went on I began to realize that it really wasn't just my ex-boyfriends faults that our relationships didn't work out. Part of the fault lye with me, and the fact that even though I hate to admit it, sometimes when I was kissing them, I would find myself imagining they were someone else. Someone with long blond hair and mismatched eyes…

Anyway, I'm sure you're all wondering by now what this has to do with what I said earlier about not thinking before I speak, but this really has everything to do with it, because if none of this stuff ever happened, than the events of that one Christmas Day might not have either.

It all began around noon that day. I was in my closet trying to pick out a good outfit to wear. So far I wasn't having much luck. I finally settled on a dark green blouse with a knee length skirt. I still had about three hours before I would be heading to my old house where Dad and Karen host lavish Christmas parties every year for us and our extended family. I was looking forward to the large Christmas dinner we always had and seeing my little brother (I had become a moderately successful stage actress which meant a lot of long work hours that kept me from seeing him as often as I would like), but I was not particularly looking forward to seeing Karen.

Don't get me wrong, I cared about her very much, it's just that this is the time of year when she tries to play 'love doctor' for me the most. I can't tell you how many times she invited men around my age to parties and tried to get me talking to them. I always managed to avoid them much to Karen annoyance, but this would only encourage her to try harder.

Anyway, I plopped down on the couch and grabbed the TV remote, figuring I'd just watch a movie or something until it was time to go. I had flipped through about ten channels playing nothing but overly sweet made for TV Christmas movies when I finally settled on a channel showing 'Die Hard' (Hey, it takes place during Christmastime right?).

It had just gotten to the part when the bad guys blow the roof up when I heard the kitchen phone ring. Sighing, I got up and stretched my arms out a bit before walking into the medium sized kitchen and answering the phone.


"Sarah? It's Karen." Said the voice on the other end.

I wasn't surprised; in fact I should have been expecting this. Karen always gives me a call around this time on Christmas, usually just to hint to me that she had invited yet another of her friend's sons to the party for me to meet.

"Hi Karen, Merry Christmas." I greeted her trying to sound cheerful.

"Merry Christmas to you too sweetie, you are still coming to the party right?"

'Are you going to try and set me up yet again?' "Of course I am Karen; I wouldn't miss it for anything."

"Wonderful!" Karen said happily.

"Why do you ask?" I ask.

'Hear it comes.'

"Well, I'm sure you remember the Davis's from down the street right?" She asked.

"Yeah," I answered slowly.

"Well, they just told me that their son is coming home to celebrate Christmas with them, I'm sure you remember Kevin."

I froze. My eyes closed as I covered the receiver with my hand so Karen wouldn't hear me let out a long groan. Of all the guys in the world she could try to match me with, Kevin Davis? What was she thinking? Not only did Kevin have the face of the rat, he was the biggest asshole I had ever met in my life. I suppose that this was just a sign that she was becoming desperate, but surely she got do better than Kevin Davis!

"Well anyway," I heard her continue when I brought the receiver back to my ear, "I was thinking of asking him to stop by here, since you haven't seen him since high school, I'm sure you'll have a lot of catching up to do."

Catch up with Kevin 'Ratface' Davis? I don't think so. Now it was my turn to be desperate, there no way I was going to deal with another blind date. I had to say something, anything to get out of this. So I said the first thing that came to my mind, and now you will see an example of my mind and my mouth betraying me.

"Well actually, I have a boyfriend now."

I began inwardly freaking out the moment the words rolled of my tongue, while Karen let out a very audible gasp of happiness.

"You do?" She asked loudly, "Since when?"

I was really nervous now, I knew that now that I had said it, I would have to go along with it. So I just made something up.

"Oh, a few months." I said trying to suppress my nervousness.

"Oh Sarah I'm so happy to hear that," Karen said sounding very excited, I couldn't really blame her after four years of trying to get me back into the dating world, "So what's his name?"

I froze again. 'Oh crap'.

"H-his name?" I stuttered.

"Yes dear his name, surely you know your own boyfriend's name." Karen answered with a slightly joking tone.

I forced out a weak laugh. "O-of course I know his name, it's…"

I had to think fast, just pick a name off the top of my head. Suddenly a pair of eyes, one green and one blue, evaded my mind and I once again lost control of my mouth.

"His name's Jareth."

Now there are so many male names out there a lot more common than that one, which leads me to wonder why I couldn't have just made one up, but instead, I have to go and blab out the name of the man who had evaded my thoughts almost daily.

"Jareth," Karen repeated slowly, "How exotic, is he foreign."

"Erm…you could say that." I answered, wondering what she would think if she knew just how foreign.

"Well, that's great Sarah, I'm so glad you finally found someone." Karen said.

"Uh huh." I answered softly, looking forward to the end of this conversation, until Karen's next comment made the entire situation ten times worse.

"Well, I have to go now but I can't wait to she you two tonight."

My stomach dropped and the phone almost did too. Did she just say 'you two?'

"Wait what?" I asked quickly before she could hang up.

"Well, Jareth is coming with you right? I mean, he is your boyfriend, eventually you'll have to introduce us to him." Karen said in an obvious tone.

"Oh well un…" I tried to think of something to say to get me out of this, but I had nothing.

"Anyway, I have to go now, I'll see you and Jareth tonight, love you." Karen said as she hung up the phone.

"Karen wait I-" But it was too late.

"Damn it." I cursed loudly.

I put the phone down and sat back down on the couch. I had a huge problem now. How could I have been so stupid? Why did I tell her that Jareth of all people was my boyfriend? Not only had he kidnapped my brother, he was arrogant jackass who only cared about himself. Not to mention the fact that he shouldn't even exist in the first place. 'Well he is kind of good-looking' I thought to myself, then images of his blond hair, his mismatched eyes, his too-tight breeches, and that annoying yet seductive smirk he often had worn flashed across my mind, 'Okay, very good looking. But still, why did it have to be him?'

I knew there was no getting out of this. I couldn't call Karen back now, the damage had been done, and there was only one option. I really wished I had another one though, because not only did I not want to do this, I wasn't even sure it would work. But I needed help, and he was the only one who could give it now.

I really wasn't sure how to call him. Whenever I wanted to talk to Hoggle or one of my other friends from the Labyrinth, I would just say their name out loud and they would come to me, maybe if I called out his name, than he would come to me too. It didn't seem very likely that it would work, but it was the only thing I could think of.

I stood up and moved to the center of the room. I took a deep breath and prayed this would work. "Jareth?" I called out.

I waited a few seconds, nothing happened. I looked but I saw nothing, no owls or anything. I was about to give up when I begrudgingly figure I ought to try again.

"Jareth, I need you." I called out, this time much louder and firmer.

Again, I got nothing. Sighing, I turned back to the couch…and let out an ear-piercing scream.

There, sitting on my couch with his legs propped up against the coffee table, was the Goblin King. He looked exactly like I remembered him down to the annoying smirk. His arms where crossed over his chest and he looked like he was about to laugh when I fell to the floor in shock.

"You…you." I tried to get out, but the shock was still wearing off so I really couldn't say much of anything.

"It's very nice to see you to Sarah," He said grinning as his eyes ravaged my body, "You've changed quite a bit it seems."

His tone bothered me, but I brushed that aside, right now I needed him to help me and I doubted he would if I snapped at him like that.

"You haven't." I stated simply.

"One of the perks of immortality." Jareth answered cheerfully getting up off the couch, "Now then my dear, can I ask why you called me after all this time?"

Truthfully, I was kind of dreading this part. I mean, I'm the one who defeated his precious Labyrinth and rejected him all at once; surely he hated me for that. The fact that he had answered my call at all didn't cease to amaze me.

I took a deep breath, "Well, it's like this…"

Twenty minutes later, I had told Jareth the whole story. I told him about my three steady relationships and how Karen had been hooking me up with various stiffs for the last few years, and then I reluctantly told him of the phone conversation I had had with Karen just a few minutes ago. He was actually a very good listener and didn't interrupt me once during my whole story.

"Hmmm…" He muttered when I had finished, "So now, you want me to go with you to your family's party and pretend to be your boyfriend."

"Right," I answered nodding my head.

"Hmmm…" He said again, "Well tell me, why should I help you, what have you ever done for me other than refuse me and defeat my Labyrinth?"

I can't say I wasn't expecting this, but I was kind of hoping that wouldn't happen. He didn't wait for me to answer; he simply got up and walked past me examining various object I had lying around.

"Look, I know I've never done anything to help you but come on, it's only for one night, and then you never have to see me again." I pleaded.

"Uh huh." He said while looking at a framed photo of me and Toby from two years ago.

"Look, what do you want from me? Do you want me to get down on my knees and beg?" I asked exasperatedly.

He turned around to face my with a grin, "You know it's funny you should say that because I've sometimes imagined you down on your knees in front of me but it was never to beg."

For the first time since he arrived, anger began to surge through me, "You son of a-"

"Now Sarah," He interrupted me rather loudly, "You should be careful what you say to me or I might reconsider helping you."

It took me a few seconds to fully understand what he had said and when I did, my anger was replaced by shock. "Wait, you're going to help me?"

"That's what I said is it not?"

I was so relieved I almost (almost) hugged him, instead I breathed a long sigh of relief. Maybe I could actually pull this off now. I noticed however, that we were going to have to do something about Jareth's appearance if this was going to work.

"Okay well, you're going to have to change your outfit." I said.

He frowned, "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

I looked at his knee high boots, tight breeches, and white poet's shirt. "Well, for starters, people aboveground stopped dressing like that two hundred years ago."

Jareth rolled his eyes at me before conjuring a crystal and dropping it to the ground at his feet. He was then engulfed in the cloud of smoke and when it faded, he was dressed in a pair of jeans, a black shirt and a leather jacket. I had to admit he looked pretty good in human clothes. 'He looks good in anything.' said the annoying little voice in my head.

"Better?" He asked in monotone.

"Yeah," I said, before noticing that his hair was still exactly the same, "Wait, your hair too, you have to change."

I could tell that he was becoming annoyed, "Why?"

"Because, if they see you looking like this they're going to think you're in a gang or something okay? Now just change it."

He then proceeding to magically shorten his hair so it was no longer so big or so long, not down to his shoulders. That satisfied me.

"Okay good." I said more to myself then to him, "I turned toward the wall clock in the kitchen and saw that I had an hour and a half left to get ready.

"Right well, I going to go get dressed, just stay here alright?" I told him.

"As you wish darling." He answered cheerfully.

I stopped and raised my eyebrows to him.

"What? We're supposed to be dating aren't we?" He shrugged.

I just rolled my eyes, 'This is going to be a long night'