Author's Note: So the best thing EVER happened today! My writer friend and I finally asked the teacher who exposed us to Labyrinth in his club if he was pro Jareth and Sarah. He said if she was older, and he didn't drug her. So, we argued that technically it was HER dream, and we would be totally fine if David Bowie gave us a date rape drug... So now I think we're on some sort of list.

And then he called us nerds. But he's like, the king of the nerds. Oh... Plot bunny... Annnnd it's gone.


"Reservation for Williams? Party of two?" Sarah smiled at the man.

"Booth or car?"

"Car." He switched lists.

"Williams, here we are!" He dragged his finger over. "Monroe. Lucky. Buddy Holly's an ass." He winked at Sarah, and she laughed.

"Thank you." They got in the car, looking at the menus.

"Alright, I'm your waitress, Marilyn Monroue, what are you having?" She smiled at Jareth.

"I'll have... The Douglas Sirk steak. Bloody as hell." Marilyn smiled.

"Someone's a fan." She winked. "Drink?"

"Regular Coke." She smiled at him, and he put the menu back in the holder.

"And you, Mrs. Wallace?" Sarah smiled.

"I'll have... The side salad... And a five dollar shake, Martin and Lewis." She smiled at Marilyn.

"Daring." She walked off.

"You're just going to eat a side salad. Really?" Sarah nodded. "Side? As in what I would get on the side of my steak? As in lettuce?"

"I don't like the meat here. Burnt to a crisp or bloody as hell. Not my style." She shrugged.

"Don't be a-" He made a square sign with his hands, and she hit him playfully.

The entire restaurant started to shake, and Sarah threw her head back laughing. The sounds of a subway pulling in soared through the dinner, and Marilyn ran onto a vent, squealing as it blew her white dress around her ears. The restaurant clapped.

"How's life been in the Labyrinth?" Jareth rolled his eyes.

"You're doing it again. Let's just sit in silence."

Marilyn came back with their drinks. "Enjoy."

"Thanks." Sarah stuck her straw in the shake. "Can I have a sip of that?"

"No." Sarah smiled. "You should have got one for yourself." Jareth rolled his eyes.

"Come on."

"You kidnapped my brother." He rolled his eyes again.

"You gave him to me."

"I didn't think you would actually do it! Hell, I didn't even know you were real!" Jareth snickered.

"I will make you a deal." Sarah nodded. "I can get a drink... If you can't solve this riddle."

"Well, that's easy enough, I'm great at this kind of thing."

"Oh, are you?" Sarah nodded. "Well, how about this then, if you're so good at it. My head is 'T', my foot is six, I'm hard to see, and hard as bricks. I'm right way up when upside down, there's one of me in every town. What... Am... I?"

Sarah thought, crossing her legs. She tapped her thumb nail on the table a bit, and took a sip of her shake. "It's yours." Jareth smiled, pulling the milkshake over to him.

He took a big sip off Sarah's straw. "Yep, I payed for nothing there..." She rolled her eyes, taking it back.

"I want to see if I can confuse you." She thought, while Jareth smirked. She smiled, grabbing a napkin, and a pen out of the menu box. "Try this..." On the napkin, she scribbled 'YYURYYUBICURYY4ME' before handing it to Jareth.

"What's that?"

"Your riddle." She smiled at him.

"Alright... Two y's... U, r... Two y's, u, b, i, c... U, r, two y's, four m, e... Too wise you are, too wise you be, I see you are too wise for me!" He grinned, pushing the napkin back to Sarah. "I accept that compliment."

"How far can you walk into a forest?"

"Halfway, before you start walking out." She sighed, taking another sip.

"You are too wise!"

"I know." He smiled as the food was brought.

"Hey, already to dinner, and I haven't had to powder my nose. Broke Mia's record." She grinned at Jareth, taking a piece of lettuce on her fork.

"Well, congratulations."

"It's a magical world, Hobbes, 'ol buddy... Let's go exploring." She grinned.

"Calvin and Hobbes?" She nodded. "Yes, it's very... Whimsical."

"Why do you say that? I think it is." Jareth nodded, thinking.

"Yes, most people seem to think it is. I don't blame them. But... When you have as much time as I do... You pay attention. To small things. I was a few thousand years old when the comics first came out." Sarah took a bite, peering deeply into his eyes, his words not effecting her. "You pay attention to the smaller quotes.

"After all," he continued, "this is coming from a child, so the depth isn't paid attention to. But uh, what was it... He was saying what he prays for, and it's something along the lines of uh..." He ran his hand through his hair. "The strength to change what I can, the inability to accept what I can't, and the incapability to tell the difference."

"I don't remember that one."

"Exactly! You just chuckled over it... But there's weight in these words." Sarah thought.

"It's hard to be religious when certain people are never incinerated by bolts of lightning." Jareth nodded. "It seems so heartfelt... And light..." She laughed.

"There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want."

"What state do you live in?" Jareth smiled.

"Denial."

"I guess... This isn't as whimsical as I thought." Jareth nodded. "What about the Yukon song... No more parental rules! We're heading for some snow! Good riddance to those grown-up ghouls, we're leaving... Yukon Ho!"

"Childhood is short, maturity is forever." Sarah took another sip of her shake, while Jareth started on his meal. They ate in silence for about fifteen minutes.

"God... I guess that's true, isn't it? I mean... Toby's five now... He's only a kid for about five or six more years... And I'm like... Still maturing." She pushed her hair back behind her ears. "I mean... I haven't had kids, I haven't had sex, I haven't fallen in love... I've never even kissed anyone! Is that... Is that sad? I mean, I'm twenty and a virgin... The closest I got to kissing someone was... Was dancing with you, in that bubble... God." She sunk down in her booth.

"It's not sad." He finished his steak. "Calvin is just very... Insightful."

"Allllllrrrrright everybody!" Everyone in the restaurant looked up to the stage in the middle of the restaurant. "It's time for the dance off!" he looked around, and no one raised their hands. Jareth rolled his eyes, and stood up on the booth.

"Hey!" They looked at him. "I'm ashamed of all of you. And you call yourself fans of Pulp Fiction?"

"GET DOWN!" Sarah whispered harshly at him.

"No." He stepped on the stage, and dragged Sarah out of the car, earning a laugh from the audience.

"And what's your names?"

"Jareth and Sarah."

"Alright, Jareth and Sarah." He smiled, walking off.

"You Never Can Tell, please, to keep the tradition going." They slipped off their shoes.

"You got it." The music started, and Sarah leaned her head back laughing. Jareth got her dancing like Mia.

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well

You could see that Pierre did truly love the Madamoiselle

And now the young Monsieur and Madame have rung the chapel bell

"C'est la vie" say the old folks

It goes to show you never can tell

They furnished off an apartment with a two room roebuck sale

The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale

But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well

"C'est la vie" say the old folks

It goes to show you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phono boy did they let it blast?

Seven hundred little records all rock, rhythm and jazz

But when the sun went down the rapid tempo of the music fell

"C'est la vie" say the old folks

It goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney was a cherry red '53

And drove it down New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary

It was there where Pierre was wedded to the lovely Madamoiselle

"C'est la vie" say the old folks

It goes to show you never can tell

They had a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well

You could see that Pierre did truly love the Madamoiselle

And now the young Monsieur and Madame have rung the chapel bell

"C'est la vie" say the old folks

It goes to show you never can tell

She hugged him, her mouth still agape from laughing.

"Any more volunteers?" No one raised their hands. "So, looks like you two are Vince and Mia!" Sarah laughed, grabbing the big trophy.