Author's Notes and Disclaimers: As much as I'd love to claim Jareth as my own, I can't. He is the property of Jim Henson. Sno', Stella, Drazzi, and Xella all are copyright themselves. AIM, in all its evil-ness, is copyright AOL. This tale is dedicated to my fellow Labby-holic, Drazzi-chan. Any similarity to her "Yet Another Visit" tale is purely coincidental. No puppies or Goblin Kings were harmed in the writing of this fic.

It was 1AM. Trivia had ended two hours ago, Ben had gone to bed one hour ago, and since I had an 8:55AM class, I figured it was a good time to sleep. I said goodbye to Sallie Drazzi, Xella, and Snowhawk and signed off AIM, then shut down my computer, still wondering how Sno' had talked me into getting the evil program.

I went to the kitchen, climbing over the gates that block my dachshund puppy, Itchie, from roaming about the house and getting into my room to chew stuff, got a drink from the fridge, then went back. I picked up Itchie and put away the gates, closed the door, shut off my light, and crawled into bed. Itchie sleeps next to me otherwise she'd cry and no one would get any sleep.

I was just drifting off when I had a feeling there was someone other than me and Itchie in the room. Itchie jerked her head up as if she had heard something and I cracked an eye open to look, then both eyes.

Standing there by my door, bathed in the moonlight shining in my open window and leaning against my desk, was none other than Jareth the Goblin King himself.

Good grief, he's real! I thought to myself.

Or, at least, I thought I had.

"That's a wonderful way to say hello, Lisa," he said in his softly accented voice. "Of course I'm real. What, did you think I was just another character in a movie?"

Itchie was now trying to jump out of my arms to see what was going on, so I had to sit up to hold her. That was when I got a semi-decent look at the Goblin King (since it was dark and the moon had chosen that moment to go behind a cloud).

He looked, to put it mildly, just as good-looking as he did in the movie. He was even wearing the outfit he did when he sang "Dance Magic".

"Well," I said in answer to his question, "yes."

He grinned a mischievous grin. "The way you talk to yourself – or, should I say, to us? – doesn't make it seem that way."

That just about floored me. He knew how my mind worked.

"So, um, why are you here?" I asked, trying to get Itchie to stop squirming.

"I personally congratulate everyone who joins Fanfiction-dot-net with intentions to post stories about my Labyrinth."

I blinked. "Yeah, but I joined – "

He cut me off with a wave of his hand. "I'm a busy king, you know. It takes time. You're just like that person, Sallie Drazzi."

I smiled. "I should be. She and Snow and Xella are corrupting me. She's not too happy about that glitter tattoo you gave her, you know."

"I suspect she has something planned for me, as well." Jareth said.

I shrugged. "Was there anything else or can I go to sleep? I have class in less than 7 hours."

"No. I also wanted to know if you intend to continue that story you're writing."

"Woof!" said Itchie.

"Shut up, Itchie. The one with Janis Thorn's cameo? Yeah, eventually."

"And the sequel?"

"Bark!" said Itchie, tired of having me hold her down.

"Shush, Itch. It's in the works. Can I sleep now?"

He nodded, satisfied I guess, and I lay back down, holding Itchie tight so she wouldn't jump out of my arms.

A question brought my head up and started Itchie squirming again. "Do I get a kiss?"

Jareth looked at me over his shoulder and chuckled. "Now, really, Lisa. Do you think I kiss every girl I visit?"

I had, actually, but I didn't say or think it. Instead, I shrugged and lay back down. "Fine. Don't leave any glitter on my floor or I'll make you clean it up."

"Oh, like you did in that roll play with that insane friend of yours, Stella?"

I smirked into my pillow. "Yup."

I could almost feel him shudder. I think he had read the log I had kept and Stella's story and was now frightened out of his wits because of what happened in it.

One last question made me open my eyes. "Jareth? If you're real, why did you never answer when I did the wishing?"

"That, my dear, is for me to know and you to find out."

I let it go. I'd nag him the next time. For the next few minutes, all was still, except for Itchie. Then, she suddenly calmed down and I felt a gentle touch on my cheek. Before I had finally drifted into dreamland, I remembered Drazzi's glitter tattoo and reminded myself to check in the morning.

When I did, I was surprised to find that it wasn't me who was sporting glitter (because I know he kissed me. I know a pair of lips when I feel them), but it was Itchie. She had specks of the stuff stuck in her fur. He must've done something to her to make her sleep through the night, because she woke up at 6 when my mom did like always. I had a fun time explaining the glitter. I tried to brush it out, but, like Drazzi's tattoo, it hasn't come off yet.

Just between you and me, I'd rather have the tattoo.