Chapter One.

"I hate you." Jareth said as a matter-of-factly.

He sat in the car, arms crossed and pouting like a four year old that couldn't get a chocolate bar.

"Not what you said last night…" Sarah replied with a smirk.

The two had been in the same enclosed area for around eight hours with minimum stops.

"We live in Maine. You want to go to California. Sarah, I control the very which way the clock goes round, I control where I can be and when I can be there, I can speed up time, for the gods' sake, I can poof us anywhere you want to go, just POOF and we are there in less than a millisecond, we can go see the STARS for all I care, I could do it! And you want to take four or five days driving from Maine to San Francisco. AND WE'RE DOING IT WHILE LISTENING TO DAVID BOWIE. OF ALL PEOPLE, DAVID FREAKING BOWIE?" Jareth was out of breath. He still had A LOT more to say, but he lost all of the oxygen in his lungs.

"Well, sour puss, Road Trips are fun. It's called bonding time, and we need some of it." She murmured barely loud enough for him to hear her. "Besides, I wouldn't want to go to San Fran if it was in my backyard."

He rolled his eyes defiantly and slumped farther into his seat. "Where are we anyway?" He growled out, annoyed.

"We are still in Maine. In about three hours, we'll be in New Hampshire."

"Of course…" He murmured. "I'm taking a nap. Wake me up when we get to San Fran." He said with a sleepy yawn, making him seem more like a four year old.

Sarah just laughed, shaking her head as she watched the mullet head curl up in the fetal position and start snoring. Jareth moved in two weeks ago and it had been going smoothly. He got a job running a bookstore while Sarah was still the boring Accountant she was.

She shook her head and concentrated on the road ahead of her, taking a drink from Jareth's Monster. It was going to be a long and boring drive.

He opened his eyes to see Sarah drooling and her head on the horn, the sound of a car honker and Journey filling his ears. He looked around. It was 2:32 in the morning, and they were parked on the side of the road at the New York state border.

Great… just great… He thought. Jareth reached over to take a drink from his Monster, grabbing it only to find the can empty.

"What the bloody blue moon is this?" He almost yelled. Sarah drank his Monster… probably because she was trying to stay awake driving. Jareth sighed and propped Sarah upright, unbuckling her out of her seatbelt and moving her into his lap. He opened the car door and got out, leaving Sarah on the passenger's side, buckling her in. He closed the door and walked to the driver's side, climbing in and turning off that horrid music. He tapped Sarah until she snapped awake. "DON'T HIT OMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD!" She screamed, causing Jareth to cringe.

"Sarah… I swear you just woke the dead…." Jareth mumbled when Sarah realized she was just in the car with Jareth.

"I know…" Sarah said, groaning. Her head was pounding. Probably from that goddamn MONSTER! She pondered silently.

"I see that you drank my monster, hmm? Any headache forming yet, my love?" Jareth said quietly, smirking at the girl who was rubbing her temples

"Stop…. Screaming….." Sarah pleaded, pulling out her cell phone to check the time.

Amused by her actions, Jareth started the car and drove off from the side of the road and into a Motel 6, where they'd stop for the evening. Checking in for a room and getting the key, Jareth picked his lover up from the shotgun seat, carrying her into the room and putting her in bed, joining her side to fall asleep.

Sarah awoke with her face buried into the creak of Jareth's neck. She was warm as he held her, deep and rumbling breathing coming from the pit of his stomach.

She smiled and kissed where her head had been placed, cuddling closer to Jareth.

He awoke, but didn't open his eyes. He knew Sarah wanted her own personal space heater. Obliging to her need, he let out a deep sigh and pulled her closer to him, smiling at the small squeak she let out at him doing so. "Good morning goblin king, steal any young and beautiful girls brother lately?" Sarah chimed lightly.

Jareth smiled. "Good morning, goblin king mistress, listen to any stupid worms lately?"

"What do you mean stupid worms?"

"That little worm that showed you the way to go? He directed you the wrong way."

"What do you mean!" She asked accusingly.

"If you were to go the way the worm told you NOT to," Jareth replied sleepily. "It would've led you straight towards the castle."

"…Yeah… but then again, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you… so I'm kinda glad I listened to him."

"Hmm… taking things for granted again, are we my love?" Jareth laughed, biting her earlobe.

"Jareth! Quit!" She shouted, giggling his name and pushing him away. He obliged reluctantly, wanting to stay in the position.

"We should go soon." She mumbled into his ear. "The day is getting late and we are switching turns driving throughout the day."

"…WHAT!" He screeched.

"Yep." She said smugly, reaching out of his arms and out of the warmth of the bed, making Jareth whimper. "YOU are helping me drive today."

"But… but…" He whined hopelessly.

"Nope. You will drive half the day and I'll drive the next. Now come on, checkout is in three hours and I need a shower."

Jareth mumbled something along the lines of either "suck it" or "metal rod", but Sarah couldn't tell when he said something angrily. She just laughed and continued on to take a shower, not regretting a second of the time they were spending together.

A few heartfelt and agonizing hours later…

"STOP. TICKLING. ME. JACKASS!"

Jareth just continued to run his fingers all up and down Sarah's sides as she was squirming to get free from his tight and gruesome tickling grip. She was kicking and screaming furiously in the back of their truck where she had been attacked.

Jareth found it very amusing. "JARETH A POLICEMAN IS GONNA PULL OVER NEXT TO- HAHAHA QUIT IT!" She spat out very angrily at him.

He just rolled his eyes and reluctantly got back in the driver's side. "I love you Sar."

"I hate you, Jareth…" She breathed out tiredly, still red faced and out of breath completely. "Damn goblin king hates me, right?"

"We just discussed this, my dear… and I had a very good reason for tickling you." Jareth replied with mimicked sympathy.

"I called your pants too damn tight, so what?"

"You don't insult my crown and get away with it, you little git… you have the nerve the goblins wish they had." He replied, grabbing her hand as he drove on the highway. "Where are we, my dear?" he added.

"Pennsylvania." She growled out with sarcasm.

"Good. Halfway there." He said with a smile.

Her eyes grew wide "...Uhh… Jareth..? Have you ever SEEN a U.S. map?"

"No…?"

Sarah buried her head deep into her knees. "Here… pull over, look for Pennsylvania, then look for California."

Jareth did as told, of course, and took the map from her hands, looking at Pennsylvania, as instructed, then finding California on the other side of the country.

His face grew pale and he started to sweat. "I have to rest…" He said shakily before fainting on the spot.