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This is a fanfiction for the movie Labyrinth. I do not own Labyrinth or any of the characters. Now please enjoy ^_^


Sarah sat on her bed staring outside of the bay window adjacent to her. The gentle sprinkling of rain outside was the only sound that could be heard, and she seemed to be hypnotized by it. Her legs were drawn up to her chest with a soft, red throw wrapped around her. Sarah’s hair cascaded down her shoulders, still damp from when she had gone out before, and her eyes looked like they had been glistening with tears.

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Earlier that day it had happened, a phone call that is. The phone had rang and when answered there was static at first. “Hello? Hello is anyone there?” Sarah had repeated into the phone, and just whenever she was going to hang up, a voice answered.

“Hello, is this Sarah?” said the masculine voice on the other end.

“Yes it is. May I ask who is calling?”

“Excuse me. My name is Derik Cook. I’m Linda Cook’s brother.”

“Linda Cook’s brother? So you’re the one I heard so much about. I haven’t heard from her in almost a year now.” Linda had become one of Sarah’s closest friends in college after they lived on the same floor as freshman. That friendship only grew throughout the years and, while they didn’t meet often, when they did they always celebrated.

“Hello, are you still there?”

“Yes, of course I am.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been stressed lately,” the voice was obviously straining and she heard weeping on the other side that she could only assume was Derik’s, “I was going through her phone book when I found your number. I’m sorry to have to tell this to you over the phone but she… she died yesterday. It was a,” but the voice broke off into tears again.

Sarah’s breath caught in her throat for a moment, “She died? How?”

After a moment Derik began to speak with a little more composure, “It was an accident. She was hit while walking home from a book store.”

The two remained silent for sometime and then managed to exchange all of the necessary information. Immediately after hanging up Sarah broke down into a stream of tears she didn’t know was possible. Soon, though, she traded in her Kleenex for the phone and called her editor to explain that her next installment would be late.

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Now she simply sat there on her bed. The rain wasn’t letting up, but that comforted her to some degree. In her own poetic mind she reasoned that even nature wept at the loss of someone like Linda. Again a tear began to run down her cheek but she quickly brushed it away before lying down on her bed. Closing her eyes she tried to assure herself that tomorrow would be better, that Linda was better off, and that, no matter what, she would get through this.

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Sleep came many tear soaked hours later. Discarded tissues were strewn across the otherwise immaculate room, and occasionally a sigh was made by the sleeping girl. Unbeknownst to her, though, someone was watching her. The short figure in front of a mirror in his room was hurting for his dear friend. The mirrors, they had learned, worked two ways. They could see her when they wished, and she could see them. While they never had understood it, Sir Didymus accredited it to Sarah’s having beaten the Labyrinth.

Now Hoggle stood in front of the mirror, his face wrought with confusion. He wanted to call out to his friend to have her explain what had happened, but he thought better of it. Turning his back on the mirror it faded back to its simple reflecting form.

The light still shone in the labyrinth and the sun shone through the cracks in the dwarf’s home. He had long since learned to think little of it as he had grown up there. Grabbing his fairy spray he walked out of the house and opened, then shut, the door behind him. He had already had plans to see Ludo today, but in light of what he had seen he decided that it was perhaps best to tell Sir Didymus as well. No matter what anyone could call Hoggle, be it coward or even spinless, no one could ever accuse him of not being a good friend.

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Sarah awoke the next day with a groan. Last night she fell asleep with the curtains open, and now she was paying for that mistake as the sun relentlessly shined on her closed eyelids. Rolling over she cocooned herself in her blanket as if refusing to face the day. Then that obnoxious sound came again, a sound which she loathed at any time whenever she had just become comfortable again… a knock at the door.

A very unpleasant Sarah drug herself out of bed and walked toward the door. She had never been a morning person, but this morning was especially awful. Her hair was in knots, her tank top and shorts were askew, and her eyes were still bloodshot from the infinite number of tears that had fallen from them. Not bothering to attempt to fix any of this she unlatched her lock and opened the door. On the other side was her editor, an older woman with two chai green teas in hand, “Well, I see you’re as lovely as ever dear. Now, care to let an old woman in out of the cold?”

“It isn’t cold, and you’re only 32, so don’t try using that one on me,” was Sarah’s reply as she stepped out of the doorway to let her in.

The woman just let out a small chuckle at this and stepped inside. Compared to Sarah’s disheveled appearance, this woman looked immaculate. Her short hair was styled to perfection complimenting her glasses, the button up purple shirt she wore was tailored, and the white slacks, while not being too tight, gave her a flattering silhouette. All of this was complimented most, though, by her smile. The woman seemed to truly be happy and whether Sarah was in the mood or not she even had to admit that it was somewhat catchy.

“I can see you’re as lively as ever. It is already 10:30, how can you still be in bed?”

“Kim, not all of us are morning people. Now, do you care to tell me why you came here? I already called you about my next deadline. It will be a little late but…”

Kim just shook her head and thrust the extra tea at Sarah, “It isn’t about work and you know it. I came to see how you were. I worry about you after all. I don’t even know how I’d feel if I were in your position but I would at least want someone to be there with me. Besides, you live here all alone so I knew that you could deal with some company.” The slight pout that came at the end of this sentence was quite characteristic of the woman. It didn’t seem to matter how old she was, Kim knew exactly how to manipulate people even if she had to resort to a childs defenses.

Taking a drink of her tea Sarah just smiled weakly, “Thank you.”

“Don’t go thanking me. Sweet, sweet Thomas paid for it,” A devilish glint went through Kim’s eyes, “He just doesn’t know it yet.”

Sarah let out a laugh at the thought. Thomas was Kim’s husband and he was constantly complaining about how she got in his spare change jar. She could just imagine him raging on about it later on with the same pattern as usual. It wouldn’t last long, though, since Kim would placate him with one of her patented looks that no person was able to be angry with.

“One of these days that man is going to figure out how to resist your trickery.”

“Yes, but thankfully that isn’t today,” laughter filled the room after that.

The two stayed talking for quite sometime and Sarah cried at moments for no reason. Kim refused to leave until she was sure Sarah would be alright, though. Finally the two made plans to go order flowers and get clothes for Sarah to wear to the funeral. Kim kept offering to go with her but that favor Sarah refused. In her own mind Sarah was saying goodbye to a dear friend, and even if that friend couldn’t hear her, she wanted to see her friend off as she did the last time she saw her months before; by herself.

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Note: Thank you for reading and please review. It is a lot easier for me to be movtivated to write if I know people actually read it. Also, don't worry, Jareth will be coming in soon.