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Summary: Some time ago I wrote a little Halloween Drabble called "Willow's Choice". Now the Plotbunnies have bitten me again and here is the result.

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Movies > Labyrinth > Xander-CenteredJadeDragonFR131739123,19613 Mar 0513 Mar 05Yes
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, it all belongs to other people, but I can still dream, can I?

Authors Note: A long time ago I wrote a little Halloween Drabble called “Willow's Choice”. Now the Plotbunnies have bitten me again and here is a small continuation of that Drabble.



Consequences of Choice

Simone of the Zordiak



Willow put down the paper, sighed. It had happened again. She had researched like mad ever since that Halloween night, but unfortunately she hadn’t found an answer yet.

Three children had vanished from their homes last night, only in L.A.. She had no idea of the numbers of entire California, USA or all the other countries that Xander’s influences stretched to. And his area of influence was vast. Anyone who had read the book, had seen the movie or who otherwise knew he story of the Goblin King was a potential caller, could summon him, to take his siblings, children, pets or even themselves. And after almost twenty years that movie was still popular with the younger kids. There were many people who knew the words that would bring him here.

And it was all her fault. She had resolve-faced him into the costume of Jareth the Goblin King. She had not thought of the possibilities of him not being on the same plane of existence when they destroyed the bust of Janus. Had she thought of summoning him before they had shattered the spell, everything would have worked out fine, but she had been panicy and scared and not really thinking rational.

And Xander had been in the center of the Labyrinth when the Bust was shattered.

Giles had explained it to her, after he had researched the spell Rayne had used. The costume turned its wearer into the closest possible description of the creature it portrayed. That was why the students dressed as vampires became vampires of the Hellmouth genus and not of the Kindred or other variety. There were countless of noble women, the entire bloody Victorian area for the spell to choose, and the ghost-sheet turned her into a insubstantial form of herself, but there was only one myth, one story about the Goblin King.

So for Xander to be the Goblin King, he had to have the Underground, with its giant, ever-changing maze, with Fairies and Firey, with its Imps and Goblins and of course, with the city and the castle in the middle of the Labyrinth. Janus was a God, he was powering the ritual and thanks to his power, the Underground was created, just for that night.

When the spell was ended, with Xander in the Goblin castle, the magics had latched onto him in a bid of self-preservation and had changed him, had merged the costume-Jareth with the true Xander to one being, so both could survive. It was a symbiotic relationship between the two, the Labyrinth and its King. Without him, the Labyrinth would fall apart and without the Labyrinth Xander would die.

But Xander was bound at certain rules as well. Where-ever on earth somebody wished someone or something to the Goblins, he was forced to come and take it. It had been part of the story and now it was part of his life.

And so here she was, searching through the papers every morning, counting the children that had vanished from their homes the night, researching for a way to break Xander free from the Labyrinth.

It had been her stubbornness, that made Xander wear that costume, so it was partly her fault that he was stuck there, she was one of the reasons why children were vanishing everywhere. She had to find a way to get him out of there.

-o--o--o-

High in the rafters of an seemingly abandoned warehouse sat an owl. A barnowl to be precise. It was watching the vampires below it with interest. Someone was going to say the words, pretty soon. He could feel it.

‘I wish the Goblins would take Spike and Drusilla away, right now!’ Buffy’s voice sounded in his head.

Xander frowned as he was surrounded by a whirlwind of magic. He hoped that Buffy wouldn’t use him to dispose of too many of her problems. She had not become the Slayer to simply wish her problems into his domain.

Oh well. Drusilla, while being mad, was quite a potent seer and he could work around the madness. And Spike... he could turn him into a creature to roam the Labyrinth. He was quite sure that Spike would send quite a few seekers on their merry and wrong way.

He smirked as he thought about the possibilities.

And laughed all the way home.

~ Fin ~

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