Disclaimer: I do NOT, I repeat do NOT own Labyrinth or Jareth and his deliciously tight pants(Seriously though... pants that tight should be illegal!). *Goes off to daydream about Jareth and his pants*

A/N: Originally, this story plot was given to me by one of my best friends Brandy, but it turned out she helped and contributed alot more than planned. Half credit goes to Brandy. So if ya love it, don't just praise me. Teehee, but if ya hate it... *points to Brandy*. Also, another one of my very good friends gave me a few ideas for this story. Thank you Brandy and ChelieBean. Your KimiCub appreciates all you've done! (Yes... it's true. Chelsie calls me Kimicub. But she's my ChelieBean!).

There was no way to describe the pain and loneliness he felt in his heart. All he felt was sorrow, and darkness. There was nothing good left in the world for him anymore. The only moments of pleasure he got was when he would watch her, and see her beautiful smiling face in the crystal ball. It killed him when she denied his offer of love. It felt like she had taken a knife, and rammed it relentlessly through his heart, over and over and over again.

He was tired of living. He wanted to end it all. She would talk to Hoggle, and all the rest of them, but the last time he talked to her, was when she exclaimed that he has no power over her. He would see her, one last time. He would find a way to speak with her, and then he would end it all. He would end his pathetic existence for her, for Sarah. For his precious Sarah.


Sarah Williams, now 16 years of age sat on her large bed and stared at the clock. In just three short hours, it would be exactly one year since she had been to the Labyrinth. She jumped as a flash of thunder lit up the darkness in her room, through the window. She was never the same ever since that night. She still smiled, and put on a show for her family, but her heart was dark. She lost her love. She realized when they danced together in the crystal ball room, that she loves him with everything in her. He was her only reason to live. She had kept hoping that he would see her, come back into her life. But he never did. Hoggle had told her awhile ago, that he couldn't. That by saying those horrible words, they became true. He really did have no power over her. Hoggle explained that even if she didn't mean it, thats the way it was. What's said is said.

She didn't want to deal with this anymore. She would just go to sleep, and not have to think of any of it. A tear slid softly down her cheek. She laid down and pulled the covers up to her chin. Her last thoughts before drifting off to sleep were of him. Of her wonderful Jareth.


Sarah found herself in a large room with stone floors, and set of french doors. Three walls were stone, just like the floors. The fourth wall was a large mirror. She saw herself standing there, a confused look on her face, wearing a beautiful flowing black gown. The top of it was a tight bodice, held together by red lace. The rest of it was silk, and flowed down to her ankles. Simple, yet elegant. Her hair was loose and free, cascading down her back.

"Where am I?", she whispered aloud. "You know very well where you are", a smooth voice replied. She looked up into the mirror, and saw a man slowly walking towards her turned back. "Jareth!", she gasped. He had on the exact same white outfit he was wearing during their final confrontation.

She felt strong, warm arms wrap themselves around her waist, and leaned back into his loving embrace. She turned around to face him. As soon as she was able to look into his eyes, his lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue ran across the seam of her mouth, silently asking for entry. She complied and begin to desperately return his kiss. This is what they had both been waiting for, for such a long time. To feel each others warmth, to taste each other, to simply be with each other. He ran his hands up and down her sides, stopping to trace random patterns on her hips with his thumbs. He pulled his mouth away, earning a whimper from her. He replaced it onto her jawline. She arched her neck, giving him better access. He ran soft, open mouthed kisses along the soft curve of her neck. He traced her collar bone with his tongue, leaving a trail of burning heat everywhere he licked. Her eyes snapped open, moaning when he gently nipped her soft, supple skin.

"Please Sarah, please be mine for the night. Let me love you, and worship you the way you deserve", he whispered into her ear, his breath warming her already heated body, sending shivers down her spine. She nodded once, eager to be with him. He picked her up bridal style and carried her to the large bed in the middle of the room. She had failed to notice it earlier. He gently laid her down on red silk sheets, and sat down next to her. He continued kissing her. Nipping, licking, sucking on every tiny bit of exposed skin. He loved the way she looked at that moment. Eyes shut tight, head thrown back, mouth opened in a silent moan of ecstasy.

(A/N: I feel dirty. That's all the smut you're getting from me!)


Sarah snuggled into the warm body laying next to her. She was tired, and she was sore, but it was all worth it in her opinion. To spend hours, sweetly making love to the man of her dreams. It was her own, personal heaven. Jareth ran his fingers through her long, shining hair, and bent down to kiss her forehead. "Sarah love. Thank you for being with me". Sarah gazed into his eyes. "No Jareth. Please, don't thank me. I wasn't doing you a favor. I did this because... because I wanted to. I felt in my heart, that it was right".

Jareth reached into the stand beside the bed and pulled out a small wooden box with tiny jewels lining the outside of it. He handed her the box, and motioned for her to open it. On the inside, sitting on a piece of black velvet, was a beautiful chain with a silver owl, holding a tiny crystal ball. She gasped and slowly lifted it up out of its little wooden resting place. "Oh Jareth! It's so beautiful!", Sarah exclaimed.

"I'm so glad you like it precious", he said softly while clasping it around her neck. "Sarah... I have to tell you this. It's something I must do. I need you to know, that no matter whah happends. I'll always love you. And I'm glad you'll be my very last memory". Sarah stared up at him and blushed, a bewildered look apon her face.

"Jareth... Jareth I'm getting dizzy. I don't think I can stay up any longer", she said, tearing her gaze away from him.

"It's alright Sarah mine. You're just waking up from this dream of yours", He replied sadly. Sarah had a terrible headache, and was getting dizzier by the second.

"No Jareth I don't- I mean- Oh god Jareth I'm so dizzy!", she uttered before falling over. She was fighting to keep her eyes open. It felt like her whole world was spinning out of control. "Jareth i lo-"


Sarah woke up, covered in sweat, and was sick to her stomach. She felt strange. She knew she had a dream of something, something important, but couldn't remember any of it. Suddenly she was overcome with nausea. She ran to the bathroom, making it just in time to bend over the waste basket and heave until her throat was raw.

She stood up slowly, and grabbed her toothbrush. While brushing her teeth, she looked into the mirror and saw a necklace on herself, a silver owl holding a small crystal ball rested between her breasts. As soon as she saw the necklace on her, her entire dream came flooding back to her. She reached up and touched the owl lightly. "Oh god... was it a dream? Or was it more?", she asked herself before losing sight of everything. All she could see and feel was darkness.


Jareth sat in bed after his Sarah had gone back to her world. He let his tears of pain flow freely. He knew he would never see her again. This was it. He walked across the room, and used magic to open up a very special wooden box. The box was much like the one Sarah's necklace was in, but much, much bigger. Out of the box, he pulled a large dagger. It was silver, with a celtic knot design etched into the sheath, and into the blade. The hilt curved downwards on both side. The handle was thin, silver wire wound tight. Residing in the center of the pummel was a black gem. "So gorgeous...", he muttered while running one finger along the razor sharp edge of the blade. That's why he got the dagger to begin with. It was beautiful, and reminded him entirely of Sarah. A line of crimson blood trickled down his fingertip. He grabbed the handle with both hands, and raised it above his head. "I'll always love you Sarah. You have all power over me!", he said quietly before plunging the dagger into his chest and pulling it out once more. He gasped silently for a moment, then toppled over. The only sounds to be heard in the room was the thud of his body hitting the floor. His hand let go of the dagger, letting it fall as he took his very last breath.

A/N: Me Brandy and Chelie would all love to know what you guys think of this. so please review and let us know! And also, real quick I just wanna say, the entire story is already finished and waiting to be uploaded. Let us know if we should post the rest!