The Labyrinth of London

A Study in Glitter

A Sherlock/Labyrinth Crossover

Inspired By

"The Thin White Sleuth..."



Summary: Jareth is not the Goblin King, but the world's only magical consulting detective. Sarah is a magical healer who is in need of healing herself. Jareth needs a flatmate. Sarah needs a place to stay. There is a serial killer on the loose. Shenanigans ensue.

The Almighty Disclaimer

Oh Moffat and Gatiss,

Henson and Doyle,

Pika-la Cynique the generous,

To you belongs all the characters

And none so for me!

A/N: This story was inspired by "The Thin White Sleuth..." by Pika-la-Cynique of Girls Next Door fame. I was shocked to find that there were no fanfics on either or Achieve of Our Own. I have decided to remedy this. I can only promise one episode at a time. Nothing more. Sarah's adventure takes place in 1998 instead of 1986 so as to better match up with the Sherlock universe (though there is still an eighties feel to Jareth during their time together). Enjoy!



"Sarah, would you pass the tobacco ash?" Jareth asked.

"Of course. Please pass the riding crop. A goblin is just out of my reach and he is about to get into one of your experiments," Sarah said.

They swapped items. Jareth, the former Goblin King, examined the ash under a microscope at the dining room table while Sarah Williams, Champion of the Labyrinth, knocked the goblin off the top of a bookshelf. She sat back at the table, pushed aside a jar containing a brain and continued eating her Nutella smothered bagel.

"Did you get your key from Mrs. Hudson?" Jareth asked.

Sarah replied, "Yes and my visa issues are cleared up and I told my parents my new address: 221B Baker Street. Anymore issues with that serial killer cabbie?"

"Not a word from Lestrade," Jareth said, "though Mycroft is making a big fuss over it."

"Maybe the concept of 'Chilly Down' needs to be explained to him."

"Oh, it was explained but he explained where he was going to stick his umbrella if I did not behave."

"Are you sure you don't want Nutella?"

"It is not polite for me to eat it in front of company."

"I'm your flatmate. Not company."

"When I eat it, it is so undignified that I would not eat it in front of the goblins."

"Have you seen our flat? Did you ever look at your throne room?"

"Have you seen my closet?"

"Good point."

Jareth paused from his examination and said, "This is a bit surreal, isn't it?"

"Sharing a flat with a crime solving Fae? Yeah, I'd say so."

"I was referring more to the fact that we are enemies and are now sharing a flat."

"I still think mine is stranger."