"My big sis is so going to kick your butt."
Jareth hid an amused smile behind his gloved hand. Before him stood a precocious girl of ten, trying her utmost best to look intimidating. It was adorable.
"Have you forgotten it was your 'big sis' who wished you away in the first place?"
His goblins scattered throughout the throne room made jeering noises at this.
"Yeah…well, she'll come for me. Mom will ground her if she doesn't," she jutted out her chin, crossed her arms.
"You must think highly of her if you think she can defeat me."
The girl scoffed, "She's the Slayer. If she can't beat you, what good is she?"
Jareth shot out of his throne. The Slayer, coming to the Underground? This would not be allowed. He never would have taken the girl had he known of her relation to a creature of such danger. Jareth had a responsibility to the denizens of his Kingdom, many of whom the Slayer would likely kill on sight. The only one allowed to threaten his people was him.
The girl shrieked as Jareth advanced towards her and grabbed her upper arm. She tried to jerk away.
The goblins were all a twitter, not knowing how to respond to this new situation.
"Stop that! Unless you don't want to go home?"
The girl ceased her screeching, "You're taking me back?"
"Yes."
Jareth unleashed his magic, and where once his Kingdom stood was now a nice suburban neighborhood. Before them was a gang of humans and a vampire.
"Dawn!" a short blond teen called out—she must be the Slayer.
Dawn ran to her, "Buffy!"
"Did he hurt you at all?"
Buffy held her sister, blue eyes shining with concern.
Jareth answered, not wanting Dawn to misrepresent what happened, "No, I did not."
Buffy glared at him, "You took her."
"I merely granted a wish. You should be more careful with your words. They often have more power than intended."
Buffy looked cross, and was about to say something when her vampire companion interrupted.
"When you said 'I wish the Goblin King would come and take you away' to Dawn you summoned Jareth."
Jareth peered closer at the vampire. How did he…?
"Angelus, a surprise to see you."
Angelus looked sheepish and the Slayer made a face, "You know this guy?"
"We have a history," was Angelus's curt reply, before turning his attention to Jareth, "You've returned Dawn, now go. We don't have a quarrel with you."
"You'll not be making any moves against the Underground?" Jareth needed to be sure.
"The Under-what-y?" a dark haired teenage boy asked.
"The realm the Goblin King rules over," an adult male with glasses explained. He must be the Slayer's Watcher.
"Ooh, so the place we were going to break into with that spell…"
Jareth frowned. All he wanted was an assurance. The Slayer seemed to sense this.
"No. I have Dawn back. Just don't ever return to Sunnydale and we won't have any problems."
"Then problems we shall not have."
Jareth twisted on his heel, releasing magic. He fell into his throne with a soft plopping noise.
"You're back!" the goblins cheered.
"Should we ready for war?" one asked.
"No. We shall have no war today."
"No sister either?" another goblin asked.
"She wasn't fit to be a goblin anyway."
With her not being a real girl and all, that is. He hadn't been able to recognize that until this moment. Technically she hadn't even been here, and he hadn't gone there—only a memory of the event inserted into their heads. But what is a person if not their memories?
Jareth pondered the trickiness of Magic for a good long while.
Notes: I was challenged to write something in an hour and this is what came out of it. I hope it's not complete drivel.
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