Disclaimer I don't own Labyrinth. If I did Jareth's pants wouldn't be tight, he wouldn't be wearing any. I also don't Right Said Fred.

Sarah didn't know what possessed her to pick up the crystal ball and look into it. It had been left by a goblin sent by his Royal-Pain-In-The-Butt. She had recently chased one out of the cabinets with a fly swatter.

Three years and the man - well whatever he was- still hadn't given up on winning her hand. It was somewhat cute but pathetic. Like a hamster in a lobster suit.

She'd found the crystal in her sock drawer. Damn goblins. Sarah vaguely remembered chasing out that goblin with a high heel. Or was it the one with the spatula? Picking up the smooth crystal, she held it up to the light. I wonder , if he can see me , than I can see him? Well never know till you try.

Balancing it on three fingers, she looked into the crystal. Sarah could see mist and a human shaped outline in the mist. Was the outline holding a loofah? Why yes it was. The mist began to clear enough for her to see, and when she could her jaw dropped. Jareth, most feared being in the Labyrinth , Goblin King, extremely powerful magical being , was only wearing a towel around his waist and using a loofah for a microphone. Oh how sweet revenge could taste.

She got a glimpse of a really nice chest and really well toned legs. His hair was wet and every where , and she realized the mist was steam, and the background was a tiled wall. She resisted the urge to drool. No doubt he'd just got out of the shower. And was still shiny wet and..and.. and.. Sarah mentally slapped herself.

Swaggering and strutting his hips , he raised his 'microphone' up and began to sing.

I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

I'm too sexy for my pants too sexy for my pants
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for the Labyrinth too sexy for the Labyrinth

I'm a King you know what I mean
And I do my little turn in the Throne Room
Yeah in the Throne Room in the Throne Room yeah
I shake my little touche in the Throne Room

He started to shake his butt and pelvic thrust. Please let that towel stay on, please let that towel stay on, please let that towel be super glued on, Sarah prayed.

I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my

And I'm too sexy for your dream
Too sexy for your dream
No way I'm ball room dancing

I'm a King you know what I mean
And I do my little turn in the Throne Room
Yeah in the Throne Room on the Throne Room yeah
I do my little turn in the Throne Room

I'm too sexy for my magic too sexy for my magic
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my whip
Too sexy for my whip what do you think about that

Sarah didn't know if it was possible to die laughing , but if it was she was going to die young and happy.

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This story was so much fun. Go Jareth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woot!