Author's Note: Hello readers. This is my first Labyrinth Fanfiction and I would like to say that this comes from movie inspiration as well as little bits and pieces I've picked up about the movie from fellow fans. For example, Sarah's mother was an actress. I've chosen to do this a la sequel by sorts as if it is taking place this year and all that. Ok that's all! Hope you like! Please review! Oh and it will be in parts with cliffhangersJ

"Things Are Not Always What They Seem"

Sarah sat in her childhood bedroom surrounded by boxes and a mess of toys and knick-knacks. She hadn't spent much time in this room since she'd gone off to college. Now her father and stepmother were moving and it was time to pack it all and say goodbye.

Sarah had her dark hair pulled up in a bun. Crouching on her knees she rummaged through the disaster. She thought she could make things go faster by dumping everything on the floor within reach of the boxes. Sadly all this did was give her the chance to sit comfortably and stew in nostalgia with ever teddy bear, game and book. She didn't think it would be so hard to let go of things she hadn't seen in years, as she was now almost thirty. Sighing, Sarah lay another bear in the closest box.

As she picked up a rag doll to her left she noticed a red book cover underneath some other objects. It was her copy of 'Labyrinth', her most coveted play from her early adolescence. A smile played across her face as she held the dogged-eared paperback in her hands. She flipped through it slowly, the smell of old books and old memories filled her senses. When she reached the end of the pages Sarah stopped and hovered over the lines, 'though your kingdom is great…You have no power over me.'

The young woman rolled her eyes and tossed the book into the cardboard box as though it suddenly lost all significant value to her. Although Sarah remember that night she'd wished away her baby brother she no longer believed her adventure in the labyrinth was anything more than a vivid nightmare. Everything in her room, which she now packed away, suggested it.

She'd already wrapped up the bookend that suspiciously resembled a certain dwarf and a stuffed toy fox with an eye-patch. The most convicting piece of evidence from the room, a statuette of the Goblin King who had always smiled malevolently at her from her vanity, had broken years earlier. To be more exact, Sarah had thrown it against the wall and it shattered into pieces the morning after the labyrinth nightmare.

Since that time she'd studied psychology and felt that all these objects of her own possession had entered her subconscious and caused her to dream about that she was inside the very play she would read again and again. What a silly girl she'd been.

Still, no man in her life had impacted her the way that Jareth had. At fourteen she'd been too young to feel any attraction or anything romantic about the mysterious man, but it didn't stop her daydreaming. Even though he frightened her, she'd always felt an intense connection to him…At least until she woke-up and reminded herself that he wasn't real.

Just then a teenage Toby knocked on her open door. In one hand he held an old scrapbook. "Hey you busy, sis?"

"No, what's up? What you got there?" she asked noticing the large album.

"Oh," Toby said lifting the book to his sister. "This is yours. I don't know why but somehow it ended up in my room."

Sarah took the book and let it fall open. The pages were covered in newspaper clippings and photographs. This was the scrapbook she'd kept on her mother and her acting career. Her eyes moved over every article, her fingers touching the old paper.

"Why on earth would this be in your room? I've been looking for this for years."

Toby shrugged. Then his attention was taken by something falling out of the book. He picked it up and turned it over. It was a photo of a man with fair hair, arms wrapped around Sarah's mother. "Who is that? One of your mom's old boyfriend's?"

Sarah leaned over and took the picture from her brother. She stared at it for a moment and then it clicked. She went pale. "This was the photograph I kept on my vanity mirror," she said. "One day it just seemed to go missing. I thought maybe the wind had blow it behind something."

"What's wrong Sarah? You don't look so good," Toby said placing a concerned hand on her shoulder.

"It's just, he looks just like him."

Toby squinted in confusion. "Who? What do you mean?"

"Jareth…"

TBC…

(Oh come on…all you crazies like me saw that photo…it was him.)