A/N: Thanks for your positive reviews! I wanted to show a different side of Jareth than is usually seen, so for someone who dresses like a peacock, I was able to show that he didn't care about the general messiness that comes with having a kid. Well, this is another short one. They will get longer, but not until Year 4.

Year 2


His son was growing so fast. Toby could walk and run now, and was talking constantly. Reluctantly, Jareth had to place a spell on his son so that he would not accidentally reveal his visits to the human family. Toby could only speak of his Fae father and his goblin siblings in front of someone who already knew of their visits, which limited it to only Jareth and the goblins.

Toby's words were not fully articulate, but he could say certain things very well. "GOB-in!" was a favorite of his, as well as "Crys-o." The first time that Toby called him, "Dada," brought tears to Jareth's eyes. This mortal family might be raising his son, but the boy knew who his father was. It was a wrench every time he had to return to the Underground without his son. Visiting Toby was the highlight of his life, and he was always despondent when he had to leave. There was never enough time to spend with his son.

He worried constantly when he was not with Toby. Were the humans treating him right? What if he got another cold? What if he was seriously injured? He visited other Underground families that had adopted wished-aways, and he began to gauge Toby's progress by how their children were doing. He learned that all children collected a certain amount of bumps and scrapes and minor illnesses as they grew, but it fretted him that the Underground children could perform magic, and his son could not. He was one of the most powerful figures in the Underground, and his son could not use magic.

He knew it was a product of not living in the Underground, but it worried him that others would scorn his son for his strange upbringing. Jareth began to hide crystals in Toby's room, and constructed them to give off a low amount of magic. It was nowhere near as powerful as living in the Underground, but at least a small exposure to background magic would help develop his son's abilities.


Toby was a bright, inquisitive child. He had such an imagination! She sometimes stood outside his door, and listened as he spoke to imaginary friends. It seemed he had a whole cast of characters that he played with. She tried once to get him to talk about his imaginary friends with her, but he just shrugged and played silently. Perhaps he was shy about his friends, or they were just too personal to share with others. Certainly she never told anyone else about her Labyrinth friends, who she continued to see regularly.

There still was no sign of the Goblin King, thank goodness. She was glad to see the last of that villain. After more than a year of not seeing him, and being very careful about what words she used, she was beginning to relax. Toby was safe at home, and the evil Goblin King would not be coming back for revenge.

She gave a report at school about imaginary friends, and for some reason it caught the attention of one of the boys in her class. He began to sit next to her, and talk to her during lunch. She was cautious at first, but he seemed like a nice guy, and he wanted to take her out. Karen was utterly thrilled that Sarah had her first date.

They went to dinner and saw a movie, and it was pleasant. She didn't feel any sparks or fluttering in her heart when she was with him, but she thought such things probably took time to develop. So she invited him to go to the park with her and Toby that weekend. He seemed a little surprised that her brother was with them, but smiled and made the best of it. That was, until Toby wandered up and planted a big, muddy handprint on his jeans.

He said, "Ew."

The date was over right then.