It had been the third time this week things had gone awry. More divorce issues between her parents created more unwanted stress. Sarah couldn't stand it, and for the first time in months had revisited the park she'd frequented every single day since before her run of the Labyrinth.

Though she'd written it off as nothing more than one hell of a dream, she could not deny a lingering desire for that experience to be real. Sarah sat alone bundled up in her raincoat beneath the protective limbs of a large oak. It was pouring rain. Something about the rain always brought her thoughts of that night when she'd met him, that man clothed in dark armour and magic with that fox-like grin and those mesmerizing odd eyes. There was no denying now that she didn't need to focus on running a maze that she'd had a considerable crush on him and the thought of some all powerful king being utterly smitten with her had been so inviting before when Sarah needed an escape. She clutched her knees closer to her chest. It was so tempting.

"I wish the goblin king was here right now." The words fell out of her mouth almost of their own will.

In a moment of habitual whimsy, her eyes lit up and scanned the rain-soaked park for the sign of something, anything. When her once-over earned her nothing, she lowered her head.

Then, she heard a chuckle, felt warm breath tickle her cheeks.

"You really should not sit out in the rain when it's so dark out. You might encounter some unsavory characters."

The goblin king. Sarah kept her eyes squeezed shut in denial

"No, you're not here. You're just a dream."

Another rich chuckle and the sound of a fluttering cape in the wind.

"So then I am simply an unbelievably vivid dream then? Just another one of your fantasies? Tell me then, Sarah. How many of your dreams are capable of doing this?" Sarah felt something touch her cheek. Leather clad fingertips. And they were warm. Only when that sudden contact registered did she realize she'd been shivering.

Sarah dared to open her eyes and was met with blond hair, a smirk and a goblin king leaning forward towards her. Sarah moved back instinctively. Jareth arched a slender brow at her

"I am not going to eat you, silly girl. You called me here for a reason, didn't you?" Sarah managed a non-committal shrug and immediately felt that it was a weak response. She let out a light gasp when she felt herself pulled against a broad armour-clad chest and a warm one at that. Sarah furrowed her brows, still unable to look up at him

"Why are you-"

"Why am I doing this? Because you wished for comfort, dearest Sarah. And I am the granter of your wishes."

Though many voices shouted within her head to push him away, that he was a danger, that he meant trouble, Sarah decided to indulge the softer spoken one that told her to lean back and accept his help.

"Just…promise me this doesn't have any strings attached." Jareth gave no answer but he smirked and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her further against his chest. Sarah's cheeks flooded with vibrant blush as she felt her chin tilted upwards. Jareth was eyeing her lips.

"I offer you comfort in exchange for a gift."

Sarah swallowed.

"T…That being?"

Jareth kissed her.

Dream or no, Sarah had to admit she felt considerably better already.