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Moonage Daydream	By : beetsunnybottom Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 2333 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-Authors note
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Quick note before you start reading. This is a rewrite of a previous story that I uploaded a long time ago that I wasn't happy with, the plot has changed a little. Also I am trying to improve my writing style and knowledge in preparation of writing a novel so all criticism no matter how harsh is welcome, in fact pleaded for. So thank you for reading I hope you enjoy it.
AN: After Moira's review I decided to rewrite these chapters, I agree with the fact that Sarah is a dog person, but can I point our that SIr Didymus is actually a fox. I never noticed the photos of Sarah's mother in the beginning of the film so assumed she was dead, obviously did a bit of research and found out that she isn't so that has been changed. Sarah is in England because I am English, have never been to America and no nothing really of the culture etc. Therefore I think the story would be a shambles if I tried to write about America, but I've now made it so that she moved later on in her life. I hope you think this is more enjoyable.

Chapter one.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Sarah adjusted herself in her seat and then resumed to tapping her pen against the table. Projection meetings bored her, she knew what they wanted. Create better designs, interview more high profile people, sell more copies, she never understood why these meetings were such a necessity. She'd had her position now as the editors assistant at Elle magazine for just over a year, she'd managed to use her contacts from university to get her the high up position. It wasn't the career that she had particularly wanted, but it was a stepping stone away from becoming the editor of her own magazine or newspaper. At one time she had considered becoming an author, using her childhood adventures as her inspiration but had found the thought of that one man too tragic to dwell on for long periods of time. Sarah looked up to see the rest of the executive team packing up their portfolios and notes and quickly followed suit. She looked down at her blank page of notes and wondered if anybody else had noticed that she hadn't really been present at that meeting, but everybody was already piling out of the conference room too involved in their own thoughts to even give a glance in her direction. She chucked the final folder into her briefcase and headed towards the elevator with everybody else.

She reach home at just after 6 popped a ready meal into the microwave before feeding her pet Molly. She'd got Molly when she'd moved to England 3 years ago, the loyal German Shepherd had given her comfort after her relationship with her ex had gone downhill. Although she could never be a replacement for her childhood friend Merlin, she did a pretty good job keeping Sarah's mood up. Flicking through the channels on the TV she found a good show and settled into her seat, with her ready meal balanced on her lap. It had taken her a while to get use to the differences between England and the U.S.A. There was a difference in language mainly, but the culture was the harder difference to adjust to. There was no obsession with roast dinners and fish and chips as she had been bought up to believe and the accents varied almost as much as those in America, despite the different sizes of country. Her little town in Yorkshire had a different dialect to any she had seen on TV as a child but it comforted her, that maybe the world wasn't always what it seemed.

She took Molly for a walk as the local parishes bells chimed 8, the cool air making her feel refreshed and alive, which so few things did these days. She walked and watched the day draw to a close, watching the sun set over the hill and her trusty steed ran around chasing rabbits. She loved twilight, the bit in between, she wanted to get married at that time of the day because it felt like a kind of poetry to her. A marriage ceremony was the bit in between a relationship and a marriage, so to her it was only fitting that she got married at such a time also. She slumped back on her elbows and watched the day turn into night. A tear fell from her eye as she remembered her attempt to get married. Everything had been planned, the flowers, the cake, her dress had been brought. And then 3 months before the wedding she had walked in on her fiancée in bed with another woman. It had broken her heart, and she'd never really recovered. There was still mementos of him all around the house. Some tickets from a gig they went to in New York, their flights ticket from their move across the pond, and the letter he'd written to her telling her he was leaving her for another woman a week before their wedding. A frosty tear dripped from her eye onto her cheek and she wiped it quickly away hating that after even 18 months after the event it still made her want to tear her heart out. Deciding she was no longer in the mood to watch the sun set she whistled for molly and headed home.

Sarah awoke the next morning earlier than she usually did on a Saturday, which gave her a few more hours to lounge around the house and do nothing. She had a few things on her list that she had to do today, including mail a letter to Toby and her father, but otherwise it was just her, Molly and the chilly October weather. When it became late afternoon and once again the sun began to lower in the sky she decided it was about time she got dressed and posted the damn thing before she forgot, it wouldn't be picked up by the postman now until Monday but she was in no hurry for them to receive it so it didn't matter too much. She locked Molly in the conservatory, grabbed the letter and her coat and walked off into town. Toby ran through her mind as she ran her hands over the crisp white envelope. She missed him dearly. She hadn't seen him since he came to stay just after Christmas and considered using her left over holiday time to fly over to the states and visit her estranged family. Irene, Sarah's stepmother, and Sarah had never got on. Even as she matured they never managed to find some common ground, they both tried there hardest but in the end they settled for civility, this made things a lot smoother for the rest of the family. She imagined how big Toby was now. He was 11 now and quite easily 5 ft 2, a tall boy for his age he stuck out among the crowd but the regular updates she received from her father about his academic and sporting achievements made Sarah prouder and prouder by the hour. She reached the post office on the far end of town and popped her now crinkled letter in the post box, as she did the power cut out all around her. She froze, blackouts were common in their isolated town, but it was dark and no body was around and she shivered in fear.

Setting off at a fast pace back home, she cursed herself for not bringing Molly with her. But as friendly and loyal as the dog was, she wasn't very obedient which made walked down the high street difficult at best. Still she didn't live too far and the moon was bright so it wouldn't be before she was home, the thought consoled her for a moment at least. An owl hooted painfully above her and flew off over the shops to her right. The sound made her gulp. She quickened her pace still. Owls put her on edge.

As she sped past her corner she heard a hoot ahead and stopped in her tracks. She couldn't see her house clearly at this angle but she hear groaning and moaning coming from the direction of her house. Unsure of whether to run or help, she took a step forward hoping that once again, things weren't always what they seemed to be.

Jareth was lying on her doorstep, pale and covered in Faye blood. She rushed forward in a panic.

'Sarah?' his voice was barely a whisper before he drifted into unconsciousness.
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