Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or Vices and Virtues, though I'm very clearly a fan of both. Jim Henson and Panic! At the Disco own them respectively.

And for those of you who were wondering, I edited this chapter so I could bring the rating down.

Sarah had her right hand propped up against her desk as she brushed the blood-red nail polish over her pinky. There was just something so...fascinating about the color. It reminded her of what she'd given up, and what she'd gained in the process. Money, fame, power. But it all paled in comparison. She shook her head. She'd made her choice, and there was no use thinking about it now.

She'd given up her dreams, but she had everything she could ever want. Except for him. He was the one thing she could never get her hands on. But she was happy. Or at least that's what she'd fooled herself into thinking. Sarah put down the painted brush and pours herself another glass of gin. Noticing the bottle was empty, she hurled it across the room. It hit the wall of her office and shattered.

Hoggle and Sir Didymus and Ludo had stopped calling on her through the mirror once she'd stopped needing them. They used to be her friends, but she had no use for such useless attachments now. A smirk crossed her face. He'd be proud of her, if he could see her now. She'd grown up to be just like him. Cruel, cold, and cunning. But most of all, she'd become heartless.

All because of him.

Jareth lounged on his throne with one leg thrown casually over its arm, a crystal in his hand. He sighed. When would that girl ever learn? It had been over ten years and the only that she had learned was how to mimic him. He felt oddly flattered, but couldn't the girl at least have a little imagination?

He smirked at the thought. That was what had gotten her trapped in his Labyrinth in the first place. Too much imagination and not enough good sense.

Conjuring up a glass of wine, Jareth gazed into the crystal once again only to see his Sarah, her nails freshly painted, surrounded by the shards of gin bottles with a mysterious smile upon her face. Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. Blasted crystal! Why didn't the damn thing come with volume?

The crystal shattered against the stone wall as Jareth growled in frustration. He knew she was calling to him, and yet could do nothing. Damn the Fey Court and its damned rules. Damn Sarah. Damn him too, for all he cared!

You have no power over me.

He raked a hand through his wild blonde hair. Her words still haunted him, even after all this time. All the effort he put forth, and what did she do? She left him. Well, two could play at that game. No one messed with the Goblin King. No one.

Sarah woke as the sun streamed in through her blinds at work. Damn. She'd fallen asleep at her desk doing God knows what again. She shrugged and undid the top few buttons of her rumpled blouse. Might as well get something out of it. It's not like they all didn't think she'd slept her way to the top anyway. And who was she to deny the truth?

The first of her workers filed in and went straight to the small kitchen. The stench of coffee soon permeated the air. She shook her head in disgust, trying to rid herself of the bitterness.

"Good morning, Paul," her sultry voice called out, greeting her boss.

"Hey Sarah." He looked at the clothes she'd worn the day before. "Late night at the office?"

"You have no idea."

Jareth growled from his place around the corner. His Sarah was openly flirting with mere mortals. She deserved so much better. She deserved him, his kingdom. The Goblin King shook his head. He was there for his revenge, nothing more. Even if his body called out for her.

A little after noon Paul came into her office. "Sarah, we've got a...erm...rather special client."

Sarah knew that tone of voice, and relished at the challenge. They hadn't made her head of affairs for nothing. Paul used everything at his disposal, including her.

She reached into her bag and pulled out her compact and makeup bag. "Tell him I'll be with him in just a few minutes. A girl's got to look her best, after all." She left with a wink, her hips swaying provocatively.

With one last look in her compact, Sarah entered the hotel across from the company headquarters. It had a five-star restaurant where all the important meetings were held. And it was so convenient when Sarah had to further...persuade the clients.

She scanned the occupied tables and saw who she was looking for. He was in his early thirties, with short blonde hair and striking blue eyes. It was the first time she'd seen a man's eyes come so close to his. She shook herself mentally. It wasn't the time to be reminiscing.

The young man stood as he saw her approach. "You must be Ms. Williams. I was told I'd know who you were as soon as you walked in the door."

Sarah kept her smile in place. It wasn't the first time she'd been met with such insincere compliments. But she'd get him talking soon enough. "And you must be Mr. Jones, as you recognized me so quickly."

"Killian, please. We're no longer in that stifling building of yours. We can be more informal here."

Her smile grew. Less than two minutes and she was already close to getting her way. "Then by all means, Sarah is fine. I hear you have some concerns in signing with our company?"

Killian nodded. "I understand that it's in your best interests to convince me, but I'm not so sure that it's in my best interests to put my faith in your company."

This was always how it was. He was playing by the script that hundreds of others and played to. And here she'd thought she'd finally gotten a challenge. "Killian, I don't have any ties to my company, except as a way to earn my money." She leaned in close to his ear and placed her hand on his knee, drawing senseless patterns across his leg and up to his hips. "I do what I need to for my boss to keep me on. But who I do, on the other hand, is entirely up to me."

Killian exhaled slowly before picking her hand up and interlacing her fingers with his. "Then by all means, let us get out of here. It's much too public for what I want to do with you."

She smirked. So he'd skipped straight to the end scene. She could work with that. Her free hand crawled his way up his chest and into the pocket of his suit jacket. Bingo. Her fingers slipped the gold filigree pen out of its constraints and placed it in his hand. "As much as I would love to jump right in, we do have a bit of business to take of first. Just sign here."

The boy couldn't think through the lust filled haze that overwhelmed him. In just a few seconds Sarah had what she'd come for. Now it was time for some fun.

With a nod to the receptionist, Sarah led Killian up to the private suite the company kept for her and her conquests. She slid the room key through the scanner and his clothes were off before the door had fully shut.

Sarah stood on the balcony smoking a cigarette while Killian was passed out on the bed. It was pathetic, but she was used to it. She just kept her smile plastered on her face as she stamped out her cigarette and closed the balcony doors. Her discarded clothes remained where they were, as she chose instead to zip herself into one of the extra skirts she left in the drawers. With a sigh, she shut the door behind her and made her way back to work.

At least she had what she wanted.

Paul had been more than pleased, of course. She'd just won over another client. It was a win win. The company got another high-profile client and she got a bonus. But she still felt empty.

Not that she'd ever admit it. Even if she had the words.

A week went by and another offer came up, but this time Paul seemed reluctant to let her meet with the guy. "It's not that I think you couldn't do it. God no. It's just that...I don't want anything to happen to you. You're the best damn head of affairs that either my father or I ever had. And I don't want to risk you on this guy."

"How much is he worth?"

Paul hesitated before telling her the truth. "Three billion."

Sarah whistled appreciatively. "There's no way I'm letting you tell me no. This'll be one hell of a bonus."

Her boss sighed. "Somehow, I thought you'd see it that way. Well, there's no stopping you, I guess. But Sarah," she stopped and looked up at him, concern plainly shown in his eyes. "Be careful. Please."

She smirked. "I always am."

Sarah sauntered into the restaurant, feeling completely at ease in her surroundings. So what if Paul thought this client was dangerous? He didn't know that she'd been to hell and back for her baby brother. Nothing was dangerous compared to that.

She shook off her thoughts as she made sure her smile hadn't slipped while she'd been thinking of him. As she approached a passing waitress to ask if the client had arrived yet, the words she was about to speak died on her lips, for there in the corner was him.

"No. After all these years, why now?"

Sarah mentally shook herself. She wasn't there to see Jareth the Goblin King. No, she was there to meet with Jared King.


Sarah finally put two and two together.

Jareth sat in the corner booth in the mortals' pathetic attempt at fine dining. A half empty wine glass sat at the edge of the white silk tablecloth, forgotten.

She had just walked in to the restaurant and had yet to see him. He had never seen any creature as ravishing as Sarah, and she acted as though she knew it. The only thing he knew was where he wanted their little lunch date to end.

He knew the exact moment she saw him, and a thrill ran down his spine. Her body stiffened and she waited before turning and heading towards his table. He was glad she had realized he was her next meeting - the Goblin Queen couldn't very well be an imbecile, now could she?

But he was getting ahead of himself.

"Sarah, what a coincidence it is, meeting you here. It's been far too long. Care to sit down and share a glass of wine with me?"

She simply kept the smile on her face. "No. I don't drink during work."

There was something wrong with that smile. It didn't belong to the Sarah he knew. But he couldn't identify what was different.

Wait. That's the smile I have. The one I keep in place when among the court.

Jareth reached across the table and cupped her face, all thoughts of revenge gone. "Precious, what happened to you?"

The familiar spark jumped in her eyes as she flinched away from his touch, but that small, mysterious smile was still in place. "Goblin King, nothing happened. I just grew up." She sighed. "I came here to discuss business, and if you're only in the mood for games, I have work to do."

He reached to grab her hand as she left, but she was too fast for him. His fingers snatched only air.

Jareth sat upright on his throne for once as he listened to the complaints of his goblins, but his mind was elsewhere. A goblin came up to the unresponsive king and asked if he could hold a funeral for his pet chicken. He was evidently one of the more intelligent goblins, but Jareth just waved a hand and sent the goblin away. He didn't care about a stupid dead chicken. His Sarah had changed, and not for the better. Not in his opinion. Now she went around seducing men - who were certainly not him - for her job. It made him sick.

But worst of all was that smile. It showed him a side of Sarah he never wanted to see, one that was desperate and lonely. He would do anything to wipe it from her face.

He sighed as yet another goblin approached his throne. It was going to be an excruciatingly long afternoon. And since time worked differently in the Underground, he had several more hours in his kingdom before enough time had passed that he could go to where she was. But why did he suddenly care? Why the sudden change of heart? He'd planned on loving and leaving her, and never did he actually want to be involved with the little twit. Jareth sighed silently. He knew.

He'd fallen in love with her all over again.

Sarah called her boss from the hotel's restroom. "Paul, I'm taking the rest of the day off work."

"Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

It touched her that Paul didn't immediately ask her if they had a new client. "No, he didn't." Not this time, anyway. "He's...an old acquaintance that I haven't seen since I was a teenager. I don't have very fond memories of him."

"Alright. Just be back tomorrow morning. We need you, Sarah."

She hung up the phone before allowing her smile to slip and letting the tears slide down her cheeks.

"Damn you, Jareth."

Sarah waited for a while to leave the stall. When she finally did, she pulled out her makeup bag and reapplied her foundation until her glassy eyes were the only remnants of her breakdown. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and walked out the door.

Right into a wall of flesh.

A pair of arms trapped her in the warmth of Jareth's chest. "Hey, Goblin King. Long time no see."

Jareth chuckled lightly, pushing them back into the restroom and locking the door behind them. "Why did you run out on our little...reunion?" he asked, letting his fingers trail up and down her arms. "It was quite rude of you, you know. I'd been looking forward to signing on with your company for quite a while. But I have a few questions that I would like you to answer."

He brought his lips to her neck and gently kissed her pulse point. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine as he continued to speak. "What would I get for signing the papers?"

Sarah struggled to list off the benefits he would get from the company in between pants as he continued to pepper kisses along her jaw and down her neck. She let her head fall back to give him better access.

"Not the - company - Precious," he whispered in between kisses. "Try again."

Sarah didn't reply immediately. Her eyes slid shut as his hand brushed against her collar bone and settled against her waist, the warmth of his hand seeping through the thin cloth. He lightly nipped her neck before letting his fingers trail to the hem of her skirt.

Jareth held himself back, his fingers not moving from the light grip they had. "I'm waiting."

She sighed in frustration. "You seem to already know how this works. You sign the papers, you get to sleep with me. It's a business deal, nothing more."

A growl forced its way through his chest and into his throat as he shoved her against the marble counter. The sharp pain in her back helped clear her lust-filled head more than anything else would have. "How. Dare. You. You're mine, Precious. You're to be my queen." Jareth yanked her head back by the roots of her hair, and she cried out in pain.

She forced her words through teeth gritted in pain. "Why do you care? You left me, all those years ago."

Jareth laughed, a short unamused bark. "I left you? Need I remind you that you were the one who denied me when I offered you everything, little girl? I would have given you the world. I would have given you my heart. And you turned it all down for what? So you could throw my generosity in my face later?" Jareth shoved himself away from her before disappearing in a shower of glitter.

Sarah sank to the ground. Sure, she had money, wealth, power. But it was nothing.

Not when she'd given up everything else.

Jareth sank into his throne. He'd messed everything up. His jealousy had gotten the best of him. But why did she have to be so damn cruel to him? He sighed. Their brief time in the restroom had left him aching to be near her, but he'd be damned if he went back to beg for her. No. If they were to continue what they were doing, she would have to beg for him.

He would wait for eternity if that was what it took.

She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for

A lonely speaker in a conversation
Her words are spinning through his ears again
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

Say what you mean, tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I want to believe

Whoa, Mona Lisa
You're guaranteed to run this town
Whoa, Mona Lisa
I'd pay to see you frown

He senses something, call it desperation
Another dollar, another day
And if she had the proper words to say, she would tell him
But she'd have nothing left to sell him

Say what you mean, tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I want to believe

Whoa, Mona Lisa

You're guaranteed to run this town
Whoa, Mona Lisa
I'd pay to see you frown

Mona Lisa, wear me out
Pleased to please
Mona Lisa, wear me out

Say what you mean, tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I want to believe

Whoa, Mona Lisa
You're guaranteed to run this town
Whoa, Mona Lisa
I'd pay to see you frown

Say what you mean, tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I want to believe
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

So that was the first chapter in my new Labyrinth fanfiction. Read and review, please! Also, I plan on doing oneshots for every song on Vices and Virtues. Unless otherwise stated, they don't connect with each other.

Anyways, let me know what you think!