An AU that was inspired by Lost Girl and Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr; a brilliant Fae series. As everyone is aware I did not create any of the characters and so on.

Please note that while at the moment it's a small, tiny one shot - It is not really a one shot as more of a the introduction to something larger hopefully. But I hope for now it can pass as a one shot.

Sarah sees a world no one else can see and meets someone at her morning breakfast in a coffee shop. Sarah/Jareth.

I See You

Sarah had always seen what others couldn't. It wasn't that she always saw the good in people when no one else could; it wasn't that she was very good at picking up the tiniest of clues that would help solve a difficult mystery. She saw what others wanted to hide. It was the horns, the fangs, pointed ears and sharp eyes; the claws, tails, the different coloured hair and skin.

She could see pass the shimmer of air – their glamour – that made them appear normal to everyone else. See their true face. These creatures weren't so in number that Sarah would pass several on one street, but she could never go more than a few days without seeing one or even a pair or a small group of what she assumed would be friends. She never saw them in huge numbers, sometimes a few days apart and she would still be startled by seeing one – such as now.

She was on the train it was extremely crowded but as they passed a main stop it caused the carriage to empty she finally laid eyes on the creature. He was sitting on a seat, a leg bent over the other a book in his clawed and furry hand. His ears were more cat and from his lion mane hair was a human even though it had thin black lips a very flat, black cat nose. She was startled at the sight of him that her heart gave a small stutter from the shock: but not from fear.

She never approached or stared, avoid them if she could and if she was had to talk to one she was always polite until she could excuse herself. She always figured that if they wanted to be seen the way they were they wouldn't be walking around in disguises.

She had seen them since she was young it had started gradually, but she was never scared. In the privacy of their home she asked her father if he saw them too, but he had blinked, shock his head with a laugh and said it was silly and her imagination in a warm fatherly way. She never brought it up again.

When she was ten she started a catalogue on them - a small journal that she kept in the bottom of her dresser under all the winter coats and such that were very rarely worn. At first it was just pictures of them, then it developed into a specie names that she gave them normally something that matched their appearances such as 'Lion-Man' or 'Blue Skinned Lady'. She also recorded where she saw them, and sometimes there were more personal and detailed recordings. Such as the goat girl that she saw regularly and the old snake type who had a hot dog stand that rotated around the city.

Making a mental note on the Lion-Man who was very serious, she vaguely wondered if he had a pride or if he was an alpha. A quick glance out the corner of her eye and she got off the train at her stop and went on her way.

It was on the corner that she saw another two strange creatures; they were the beautiful type, with very little to no animal features. She stood behind them waiting for the cue to cross the road and with extreme discretion Sarah studied them. The two girls were tall and very thin. They both had long hair one a midnight black and in stark comparisons had a mix of sunset oranges and yellows. They wore the most fashionable clothes, not that it was strange, and while Sarah suspected that no one else could see as a few more people gathered to cross the road they both had feathers and gems twined into their hair. One flicked their hair with a long nailed - sharp claws – hand and Sarah saw her pointed ear.

The fast beeping sound sounded and the light flashed green and the small crowd and two ladies crossed the road. Sarah followed behind them down the block but Sarah turned into her coffee shop as she made a mental note of them as well.

Smiling at the lady behind the counter Sarah made her order and took a seat outside even though the air was a bit nippy. Waiting she opened a book on the table and with her head resting on her hand she began to read. Every now and then her eyes would drift up to watch the crowd go by and she noticed another creature walk pass. Slowly she noticed more and more passing by and as her coffee and meal arrived she was frowning slightly in confusion as several had passed by.

Slowly she ate and had begun a small tally on her napkin to keep track of their numbers as they walked by. By the time she was finished her napkin had a tally of twelve – more than she had ever seen in a day. She still had a lot of her coffee left and like normal routine she began to read again but struggled to pay attention waiting to add more to her tally.

She reached to take a sip of her coffee – actually it was hot chocolate but unless you were drinking out of the take away cup you wouldn't have known – and someone seat across from her.

"What you are reading?" a smooth voice asked and looking up Sarah saw the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. He was all sharp angles with wild almost white blond hair. But like normal she saw what he wanted to hide, the miss-matched cat eyes, his pointed canines that were more pointed than any could human's but not so much that he would be classified as a vampire. His pointed ears and tiny nail-claws as he lounged with his cheek resting on his hand. His skin shimmered just a little and Sarah's heart fluttered.

At first she was lost for words drawing out a small, shocked 'ummm..' before recovering and sharply demanding, "Who are you?" He smirked something that was awfully smug and just a hint of humour at what she would never know. "Jareth," he offered, "and you?" his skin shimmered a little more brightly as if he was covered in glitter as he shifted his body weight slightly.

Sarah ground her jaw together at the nerve of him; who did he think he was just interrupting her breakfast? Somewhere something sparked to life and Sarah felt his arrogance strike at nerves and her grip on her book tightened just a little. "I don't know what gives you the right to interrupt my morning, but I-"

"What is this?" he interrupted her, peering beside her arm at her napkin tally and again his skin shimmered and she noticed the line of his throat. "Uh," her brain kicked itself and she snapped back, "none of your business you arrogant jerk." She placed the napkin in her book, snapping it shut before standing stuffing it in her bag. Grabbing her lukewarm chocolate in hand she walked off.

At first she had thought he had taken the hint to bugger off but soon he fell into step beside her. She noticed he was much taller than she was and while he was thin he had broad shoulders and some muscle to his lean frame.

"You forgot this," he said smirking as he held up her pen. She ignored him; she could deal with losing a pen if he left her alone. He was not human plus this was the longest interaction she had with any of the creatures and she didn't want to alert to him that she saw him and the others as they were.

Tap Tap

He tapped her shoulder with the pen and she ignored him still.

Tap Tap

Again came two short taps and she ignored that again grinding her jaw again to keep her from yelling at him.

Tap Tap

She swatted at it with her hand not looking at him. A small short laugh as her hand brushed nothing but air.

Tap Tap

"What!" she yelled at him swivelling so harshly her hair whipped and her feet caught on each other and suddenly she was wide eyed and falling towards the curb.

He moved so fast she saw glitter hang in the air where his limbs sliced through it. He gripped her arms so tight that she'd have bruises of his finger tips on her skin later. She was upright and he was standing so close there were only a few millimetres between every part of their body from nose to toe. He was bent over slightly and she was staring wide-eyed into his deep brown and bright blue-green cat eyes. His breath warmed her cheeks and her heart was caught in her throat.

"Gotch' ya," he breathed arrogantly – and vaguely she wondered how some could be so self-righteous? It took her a few more long seconds before snapping back into reality. She stepped back breaking the intimate space into something much more acceptable.

"Thank you," she sheepishly mumbled.

Where one would normally say 'you're welcome' he said, "Such words are said so much they have no meaning." Blinking Sarah looked up to see his face.

"What?"

He had started to say Humans but on the 'Hu' sound he changed so smoothly that if she hadn't know he wasn't human she wouldn't have noticed the slip-up, "We say 'Thank you' so much that those words have no meaning."

Blinking she asked, "Then how do I thank you without saying thank you?"

At this he smirked widened that of a predator and he said, "Have dinner with me."

She licked her dry lips, her stomach diving low then rising high, "Sir, I am not sure you realise that I am youn-"

"You asked how to show your appreciation of how I saved you injury and dinner is what I see as appropriate," he interrupted again.

He waited but somehow she knew that he knew that he'd won. With an exasperated sigh "Fine," she agreed. Snatching the pen from his hand she grabbed his wrist and on his forearm wrote her phone number.

"Hey," she gasped suddenly when he snatched the pen back once she finished the last digit.

"I still do not know your name," he said examining at the upside-down numbers printed on his fair skin.

"Miss William," she said rising her chin, he grinned at her reply pure-white teeth showing.

"You'll get it back when you see me next, Miss William" he all but purred and with a nod and a warm goodbye he left her standing a little bewildered, warm and flushed.