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"Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave!"

"I…" As Sarah considered his words, she had a sudden moment of clarity… it was like one of those record-scratch movie moments in her mind.

"Wait, what?"

"Just fear me. Love me. Do as I say. And I will be your slave. I'm offering you your dreams! Do you understand?" Jareth said pleadingly.

"Do I understand? More like do you?"

Jareth looked at her with his head tilted to one side. Suddenly, the clock stopped and the atmosphere lost its dreamlike quality.

Sarah sighed.

"You want me to fear you. Fine, that can easily be arranged. And I could probably manage to do what you say. But love you? I'm only fifteen years old! And you're…" she looked at him appraisingly, "way older than fifteen. This isn't even legal! And I'm not old enough to really know what love is, anyway! Half the girls my age think love is letting some guy under her top or getting on her knees to… well, nevermind that. But it's not real love. I'll admit that I'm not ready to really love yet, and I won't be for some time. I'm mature enough to know that I'm not mature enough for that. And as for the you being my slave part…" At this she looked him up and down. "I'm not ready to fully appreciate that offer either."

Jareth stood there with his mouth open, scrambling for something to say.

"But… but your dreams?"

"My dreams are that of a fifteen year old girl! I dream of passing my exams, of going to a pop concert, of being asked to prom! And when I'm eighteen I'll dream of going to college, of having fun and partying and most likely vomiting someplace inappropriate! My innermost dreams, the ones of love and family and contentment, the ones that are worth having for a lifetime, won't be in the forefront of my mind until after all that. So I ask again. Do you understand what you're offering me?"

"Well, I… um…" He looked up at her a bit sheepishly. "I guess I don't."

"So… what do we do now?" Sarah asked.

Jareth thought for a moment.

"So… what you are saying is that you cannot accept my offer now."

"That is correct."

"But… well… do you think you could accept it later?" He asked hopefully.

"I don't know. I may be a different person later. And who knows, maybe you won't want to make your offer to who I become."

"I think I'll take my chances."

Sarah looked at him. He looked so hopeful. And there was a look in his eyes. Maybe, maybe he saw something in her that she didn't see in herself yet.

"How about this. I'll go home, and I'll let you know when I'm ready to seriously consider your offer. Can you wait for that?"

He looked relieved. There was hope! "Sarah, I've waited hundreds of years for you. I should be able to wait a few more!"

Sarah gave him a small smile. "Good. Oh, and can I have my brother back now?"

Jareth looked down. "You still have to say your right words," he said in a small voice.

"Ah, yes. Jareth, you have no power over me," she said simply. He looked up at her, a look of devastation and sadness in his eyes.

Sarah smiled. "Yet," she added mischievously.

Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it! And this is complete unless I get enough people to convince me otherwise!