Sarah had been reading Pride and Prejudice for her book report when he had appeared in a cloud of glitter, clad in his usual poet's shirt and tight pants.

To say that she was surprised would be the understatement of the year.

She screamed rather loudly, chucking the small paperback novel at his platinum blonde head. His mismatched eyes widened slightly before the novel hit him squarely in the face, leaving a bright red mark on his forehead.

"Sarah, are you all right?"

She ran a hand through her hair, looking from the disgruntled goblin king to the door, trying to think of what to do. If she called Karen up, she'd be in trouble for having a man in her room. If she didn't, she would be stuck with the King of the Goblins.

"Everything's fine Karen," she yelled down the stairs, a little breathlessly, "Just…uh, found a spider in my room."

When she was sure that Karen would not be coming up to check on her, she turned back to the blonde Fae, her eyes blazing.

"What are you doing here?"

It had been 2 weeks since Sarah had beaten the Labyrinth and things had started winding down to almost normal. Her friends still visited her regularly and her relationship with her whole family had improved greatly. Though that experience had helped her grow, she had been sure that the whole event was now behind her…a memory that she could look back on with fondness.

To see the King of the Goblins appear in her room after she was sure she had banished him from her life was like a bucket of cold water to her face.

"Why, precious, I'm just here to talk," he looked slightly irritated, glaring at the small yellow book that was now lying on the floor, "Throwing the book at my head was rather unnecessary."

"What is it you want to talk about?"

She stared at him warily, keeping the bed between them. Jareth sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. He rolled his eyes when she grabbed her hairbrush and wielded it in front of her as if she was brandishing a sword.

"Sarah, I was wondering if you would give me the opportunity to begin anew," he casually leaned against her wall, gauging her reaction. Her eyes narrowed but she couldn't deny that his statement piqued her curiosity.

"What do you mean?"

"I would like to call a truce," he explained, "Perhaps form a... friendship…between us."

She wasn't sure she liked how he had hesitated before saying the word friendship. But he seemed sincere enough. Though she knew he was a good liar.

"Are you serious?"

"Extremely so," he gave her a boyish grin that oddly reminded her of Toby and convinced her of his sincerity just a little bit more. A last hopeful look from him had her resignedly admitting to herself that he was telling the truth. She slowly lowered her hairbrush, taking a few steps closer to him.

"All right, let's say I go along with this idea of yours," she began, trying to present her case as indifferent as he had. She wasn't quite successful in her pursuits. Even after she had declared herself free from his power, he still made her nervous.

"Hypothetically speaking?"

"For now," she grumbled, watching as a crooked smile made its way up onto his handsome face. She silently cursed him for being so utterly enchanting and interesting.

"Well, you would allow me to visit you, we would go on outings, we might even be able to talk civilly," he smiled mischievously then, "And I would do my absolute best to keep my criticism to a minimum."

"So, you wouldn't tease me?"

"Now, now, I didn't say that, did I, precious? I said I would attempt to keep it at a minimum. What's the fun of a friendship if you can't poke fun at the other person at times?"

"Of course, how stupid of me," she mumbled, "A friendship just wouldn't be complete without regular teasing."

"Quite right precious," he grinned, his pointy canines flashing in the light of the room. She sighed, knowing the battle was already lost. She had always been too curious for her own good. And whether she liked it or not, the King of the Goblins fascinated her. He made her feel strange, though it wasn't necessarily a bad feeling.

"Okay…I'll accept your truce," she sniffed haughtily, plopping herself down on her bed. He stayed where he was, though his eyes followed her movements with almost eerie concentration.

A triumphant smirk had emerged on the King's face, slightly irritating her, "Wipe that stupid smirk off your face. I may have agreed to your idea but I'm setting down some ground rules."

"Of course, precious, whatever you say," he made a very poor attempt to subdue the smirk and succeeded in at least diminishing the intensity. Though Sarah could still see the slight upturn of his lips and the way his mismatched blue eyes shone with joy and triumph.

"First, we keep our hands to OURSELVES. Do I make myself clear, Goblin King?"

"Crystal," he grinned widely, almost predatorily. She could feel the blush emerging on her cheeks and gave him a hard look. He smiled innocently back, though the look in his eyes was anything but.

"Second, you can only visit twice a week," at this, he gave a small grunt of irritation, pouting slightly, "And don't pout, it's very childish."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Kings don't pout," the pout was gone replaced by an irritated frown, "Anything else?"

"And third, I can't have my parents see you at all…or Toby for that matter. They'd freak out and I don't want Toby to see you until I think he's ready to see you," she winced as she imagined her parents finding out that she was hiding a man in her room. She would be a dead for sure.

"All right, but I have some requirements of my own," he sniffed haughtily, a mischievous look in his mismatched blue eyes. She gulped nervously but nodded. It was only fair.

"Foremost, I have a name. And it is not Goblin King. It's Jareth," he crossed his arms, "So I would appreciate it if you used it."

"You rarely use mine. My name isn't precious, I'll have you know," she snapped back, her green eyes accusing.

"Quite right. So we'll do each other a favor and call the other by their given name," he waited for her to nod before continuing.

"Second, I get to choose the days I bestow you with my presence," he purred, getting an eyebrow raise from the brunette.

"Bestow me with your presence? Someone is a little egotistical…fine," she rolled her eyes, motioning for him to tell her his choices.

"I am not egotistical…just confident in myself and my abilities. I think I'd rather like Saturdays and Sundays," he mused, as Sarah gave a cry of protest.

"Saturdays and Sundays are my days off! You…you…that's not fair!"

"You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is," he smirked, repeating a line he'd used when she had been in the Labyrinth and whining about fairness. She puffed out her cheeks, giving him a glare.

"Fine, you can have Saturdays and Sundays," she hissed, angry at herself for not specifying what days he could visit, "Is that all?"

He grinned seductively, "For the moment."

"Well, since today is neither Saturday nor Sunday, I suggest you get your royal heiny back to your kingdom where it belongs," she chose to ignore his comment, though she could feel her heart beating loudly in her chest. She hoped that he wouldn't hear it.

"If that is your wish, I bid you good night," he smiled crookedly, his eyes locked with hers, "Until Saturday, Sarah."

And with those final parting words, he vanished in a cloud of glitter.

Sarah sighed exasperatedly, "Until Saturday…Jareth."