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~o0O0o~ Summary: In which the Goblin King crashes a game of Calvinball Labyrinth - Jareth/Sarah ~o0O0o~ "Must I?" Sir Didymus asked as he stood on a rock looking forlornly out at the masked faces staring back at him. Sarah was to his left, her hand on a tree, Toby commanded the middle of the yard directly across from him, Ludo had Hoggle tucked under his arm to his right, and interspersed among them was a smattering of goblins. Toby put a hand on his hip. "That's the Pernicious Poem Place. It's the rules." Sir Didymus looked imploringly at Sarah, who only shrugged in response. "Very well, then," he said with as much dignity as he could mu

~o0O0o~ Summary: Sarah is the law, but can the law win against the Goblin King? Labyrinth - Jareth/Sarah ~o0O0o~ Author's Note: Rather than a proper one-shot like most of these 100 Themes tend to be, this really is just a drabbly scene. Now, I know more about this story than you will, but not a whole heck of a lot more. This is actually a scene for a sequel to another story I haven't actually written. I know. Anyway... since I don't know if I'll ever get around to writing it, I'm just letting this scene out of the Dungeon of Forgotten Fics to get a little sunshine and fresh air. ~o0O0o~ Sarah straightened the files and papers on her de

~o0O0o~ Summary: Sarah has a weakness—she just can't stop playing the game. Labyrinth - Jareth/Sarah ~o0O0o~ People say such nice things at funerals—things they had been too afraid to say in person, or things that made them feel better about themselves that they didn't really mean at all. Sarah scowled at the small misfit congregation and had no doubt which it was. She had a few words of her own to say, only she couldn't, not ever again. The Wiseman stood at the head of the group reading from a tattered book, his hat humming along in a nonsensical jumble of melodies. Sarah thought she heard what suspiciously sounded like Bowi

Power Play -o0O0o- One-shot. Labyrinth - Jareth/Sarah. -o0O0o- Her skin prickled, like the pinch of a thousand tiny leeches. The cold latched on, feeding on her warmth, burying deep into the marrow of her bones to wait for spring. Trees cracked under the weight of snowfall, the loud snap splintering her nerves. Sarah tugged irritably at the collar of her coat, pulling it snug around her neck, and then tripped over a fallen branch. Cursing under her breath, she took a step forward only to realize she was caught; ligneous claws, dead and rawboned, grasped at the laces of her sneaker. She wanted to take it as some kind of divine sign she sh

Precious Treasure - 100 Themes #36 -o0O0o- One-shot. Labyrinth - Jareth/Sarah. -o0O0o- She was seeing things. She had to be seeing things. Sarah sucked in her bottom lip and bit down. Without registering it as a conscious decision, she pressed her foot on the brake and let the car come to slow stop, the inertia seeming to transfer to the butterflies in her stomach. She gripped the steering wheel hard and then turned her head. It was just as she thought. She hadn't been imagining it at all. The Goblin King was actually sitting in a folding chair by a roadside fruit stand reading the newspaper. There was no way that could be a good thin

Feather and Fang -o0O0o- One-shot. Labyrinth - Jareth/Sarah. Summary: Strange things are afoot at the Feather and Fang Wildlife Sanctuary in sunny Santa Carla, CA - owls and bats and Frogs, oh my! A Labyrinth/Lost Boys crossover. -o0O0o- "Hey, hey." Sarah looked up at the familiar greeting, a tall, lanky man ducking into the room. He wore his usual uniform: blue jeans, a tattered baseball cap, and a white t-shirt that read "Feather and Fang Wildlife Sanctuary". She smiled. "Hey, Jim." He came up to stand behind her, looking over her shoulder. "What you got going this morning?" Sarah turned her attention back to her preparations. "Brea

Heartstrings -o0O0o- One-shot. Labyrinth - Jareth/Sarah. -o0O0o- He woke to birdsong - an unfamiliar tune. Lifting his head up groggily from the pillow, Jareth ran a hand through his hair, pushing the sleep tousled strands back from his face as he squinted toward the window. On the stone sill sat a little round bird. It wasn't a species he recognized. She proceeded to hop along the ledge, tilting her head curiously at the bedazzled coat tossed haphazardly on the back of a chair near the window. Apparently deciding shiny was just what she was looking for, she plucked at a strand, and tugged. Jareth cocked an eyebrow. Moving slowly, he sl