Jareth had come back into Sarah's life, the day Sarah had turned 18. Well, that wasn't the actual reason. She'd made a wish.

Jareth didn't have to obey her wishes, but because he was... How shall we put it? Obsessed? With her, he did everything he could, to make her his. Which had resulted in some interesting attempts by Sarah to get rid of him.

Sarah was laying in her bed, staring up the ceiling. Boring. Absolutely boring. And this so-called milestone, absolutely fantastic. She knew it was only dawn, and she could sleep for a little longer, but she'd been woken up by the scent of peaches in the air. She didn't live near any peach trees, and she had a mild suspicion as to who was causing this. She'd opened the windows long ago, but the smell refused to leave the air.

Sarah didn't mind peaches, in small amounts. Bubbles and crystals, though. Massive phobia of those. Her stepmom had taken her to one of those quack doctors, the first Sarah had screamed at seeing a bubble. Just a weird phobia, they said. Sarah didn't tell them why.

The scent of peaches got stronger. Sarah rolled over and buried her face into her pillow, groaning. If she suffocated to death by pillow, it would be nicer than suffocation by peach scent.

It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. There had been times when she'd forgotten things, things which would mysteriously turn up next to her. Small things.

"I wish I knew what the Goblin King wanted."

She mumbled the words into her pillow, and then yawned, exhausted. Lack of oxygen, more like it, she thought to herself.

She nearly hit the ceiling when a solid firm stroke was felt down her back, from her neck to the base of her spine. It had been applied by a hand... A gloved hand, that was now laying flat across the small of her back, thumb stroking in tiny circles. It shouldn't have felt so good...

"Sarah, precious. At last, you ask."

Sarah turned her head to the side and gulped in much needed air, her head twisting in a way so she could look at him.

Jareth lifted his hand from her back and stood up, stalking across the room to her dresser, studying the objects with intent. An excuse to avoid scaring her, he thought to himself.

"Uh, Mr Goblin King... Could you please tell me what is going on?"

Jareth stiffened at the Mr Goblin King part. "Oh no, you don't." He spun around and began to pace. "You will return with me and rule by my side, as Goblin Queen. Queen of the Labyrinth. The King's woman." His lips curled at the last words.

"Hell to the no. I wished to find out why you try to make my life easier, in a scary sort of way, and you just burst out with that? How about what I want?"

Jareth snarled, coming to a stop and facing her. "You defeated me, and my labyrinth. Why should I be in the mood to listen to you and what you want?"

Sarah rolled over, staying under the blankets. She cracked her neck, as she contemplated an answer that wouldn't annoy him. "Because... in the aboveground, we believe in compromise?"

Jareth snarled at her, and opened his mouth to say something, but stopped. His gaze had been caught by a calender on the wall. The current day was decorated, which made him suspicious. He stalked forward, towards the calender and stopped in front of it.

"So... Sarah turns 18 today, does she?" He muttered to himself. Without saying a word, he disappeared, leaving glitter floating across the room, casting rainbows across the wall when it fell through the sunbeams. Sunbeams that now indicated dawn was here. Or had just passed.

Sarah fell back to sleep.