She had lost everything. Well, not everything. To be really technical about it, she had her own health, didn't she? She had material things, but that was all they were, just things. She had her friends from the Underground. She talked to Hoggle, Ludo, and Sir Didymus on a regular basis. But that wasnt enough. Not now.

Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor

She could have dealt with the loss of Karen. Even after her time in the Labyrinth, Sarah had never really grown close to the woman. She possibly could have even dealt with the loss of her father. But Toby? Did he have to be killed in the car crash that had taken their parents, as well? And now, here she was, photographs of all three of them spread out before her on the floor of her studio apartment. Her task was to get them organized in to some sort of sequence for a slideshow for the funeral.

Reaching for the phone cause I can't take it anymore

She needed help with this. She couldn't just deal with this by herself anymore. She reached for the phone, then realized that there wasn't anyone who could help. Her mother wouldn't want to deal with this, and her father and step-mother were only children. Who was there to call? It wasn't like her Underground friends could help her. Not even the Goblin King could help her, right now. Would he even come if she called? Did he even think about her?

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

To me it happens all the time

Sarah's stomach grumbled, protesting at the length of time between breakfast and this point. As she looked up at the clock, she saw why. It was already 1:15 in the afternoon. Sighing, she reached for the phone again, calling the nearest pizza place. Then she settled back down at the floor and started to cry. "Jareth..."

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone

And I need you now

Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control

And I need you now

Later that night, after yet more pizza and far more time spent on her computer than she ever had wanted to spend on a project like this, Sarah decided that she couldn't take anymore. She needed something, anything. Alcohol would do.

And I don't know how I can live without

I just need you now

She had returned to the house she had grown up in sometime between dinner and this point, ostensibly to pack up some of her familys things, and she ransacked the cabinets in the kitchen, the pantry, and finally in her father's office until she found it. It was a bottle of Irish whiskey that her father had been saving for a special occasion. Well, he would never get to drink it, now, so she might as well. Taking it and a glass out to the living room, she sat on the floor, cross-legged, and poured herself a drink, slamming it down, then repeated the process.

Another shot of whiskey, can't stop starin' at the door

Wishin' you'd come sweepin' in the way you did before

Dammit, she muttered, drunk. She was sure shed seen a barn owl outside the door. What do you want? she asked, knowing nobody could hear her but herself. Was it Jareth? Had he been watching over her? Why didn't he just show up, already? Oh, the way he had appeared to her ten years before, sweeping into her father and step-mother's bedroom, the wind whipping his hair and cloak...

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me it happens all the time

Again, Sarah looked at the clock. It was a quarter after one in the morning. There was no sense in trying to go back to her apartment this late in the day, was there? Or this early in the morning. Whatever. She needed something, someone...

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk

And I need you now

Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control

And I need you now

She had sworn a long time ago that she would never call on him again. But what did it matter? Toby was dead, so the Goblin King couldn't steal him, could he? Besides, she supposed, deep down inside, when she had told Hoggle that, every now and again in her life, she needed all of them, she had meant him, as well. "I need you, Jareth"

And I dont know how I can live without

I just need you now

Finally, the owl blew into the room, quickly transforming into the magnificent Goblin King. Sarah looked up at him, her eyes red and poofy. She had been startled when he had appeared and had accidentally knocked over the whiskey bottle. Not that it mattered. She had slammed back so many shots of the amber liquid that there was barely any left, certainly not enough to spill out onto the floor.

Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin' at all

Sarah tried to speak. She really did. But what could she say? How could she justify calling to him in the middle of the night? How could he understand? Instead, she just cried some more, preferring the pain and the hurt to the numbness that she had tried to induce with the whiskey. Jareth, for his part, said nothing. He just knelt down next to her, embracing her.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone

And I need you now

Said I would'nt call, but I'm a little drunk

And I need you now

And I don't know how I can live without

I just need you now

Oh baby

I just need you now

Baby I need you now

A/N: Okay. So not sure if I should just keep this a oneshot, or continue. Rest assured, ducklings, that A True Love Story has not been abandoned! I just couldn't get this idea out of my head, y'know? Anyway, let me know what you think. Just place a contribution in the little box!