Updated:9/6/10

Chapter 5 and 6 have been put together as they had been to be.

the new chapter has not vanished, like Jareth does so well in a burst of glitter.

It has been ten years since that night and I have yet to forgive myself for what I had done. Though I have taken my punishment of losing my freedom and being forced to stay here in the Underground…

Sarah as she closed her journal and pushed it away from her, unable to write anymore. She sighed, looking up to catch her reflection in the mirror. A pale face with dull, hallow, green eyes. Her once shinning, dark brown hair now laid flat and dull. "Ten years since I came here to save my brother. Ten years to the day…"

A knock sounded at the front door cutting her off her thoughts. Sighing again, she stood from the stool in front of her vanity and head down the narrow staircase leading to her small, but clean kitchen on the first floor of her quaint little cottage. A very charming place with one bedroom and bathroom upstairs, a small kitchen and living room, nothing fancy. She didn't want anything fancy even if she could afford it, which she couldn't since she refused any kind of help from HIM.

Another knock made her moved across the living room, going around the couch that was facing a fireplace and two chairs; a winged back and rocking chair flanking it. She opened the door to find the owner of the small market down the street. He was hold a few bags in his hand while a few more where on the grand at his feet.

"Roka? You're not to been until the end of the week?"

He looked sheepishly down a his feet, his pointed ears twitching slightly, "Really, I'm pretty sure Rosa got the date right?" He smiled weakly at her, "Well, since I'm here anyways…" He placed the bags inside the door and walked back down the road waving.

Sarah frowned, but closed the door and bent down to see what he brought her this time around.

As she was digging through she came across a small cloth bag inside one of the bigger ones. She slowly opened it and looked inside. She let a small gasp escaped her lips as she saw the four rip peaches in the bag. Roka knew she hated peaches, she never ordered them and refused them when he offered any.

"A gift, my precious."

Sarah slowly turned only to take a step back bumping against the door when she saw a tall man (or fae) with very un-ruling silvery blond hair framing his smooth face causing the two tone colored eyes to gleam. He was dressed in a white poet's shirt that opened to show off his tanned chest, a black vest, tight dove-grey leather pants that left nothing to the imagination, black knee high boot, and a black cape tossed over his shoulders. The Goblin King, in all his glory, stood a little to close for comfort.

"You had something to do with this?" She growled, holding up the bag of peaches.

"My Dear Sarah." He stated softly as he took a step forward, "Why would I have any reason to send you peaches?"

He smiled, showing those pointed Fae's teeth that should have caused Sarah to fear him, but she knew that the shiver that was sent down her spin and had her closing her eyes had nothing to do with fear. She felt him more than hear him move and opened her eyes to see him placing his hands on the door blocking her in with that out of this world body of his.

"You would try anything to get me back into your power."

She tried growling, but alas the words barely came out as whisper. She tries to push back away from him, wanting to make more space between them as he lowered his head to look at her with his evil, yet so captivating eyes.

"If that was true, my dear, then I could have swept you away from your little cottage here and back to my castle, where you rightly belong." He bent down to place his sinful lips beside her ears, "But you wouldn't like that, would you?" He asked before placing a skin tingling kiss on her neck.

"Stop that!" She gasped.

She was trying to keep her voice stern and her hands from griping his shirt as she pushed against his chest. She felt him smirk against her skin, his warm breath sending more shivers down her spin.

"You know that you love it when I do this." He lifted his head to stare into her eyes, "That's why you want me to stop. You don't what to love it, or even enjoy it."

She narrowed her eyes at him, 'Get out! Leave me alone. You said you would."

She shoved at him and went to duck under his arm only to have his arm snake around her waist and pull her back against his body holding her arms to her side. He lowered his chin to rest lightly rest on her shoulder, pressing his check against her check.

"I said you could live in a place of your own. I said no such thing about leaving you alone. I will come to when ever I want and right now," He rubbed his nose her hair, "I'm here, with you."

"You're not eating ."

Sarah lifted her eyes from staring at her plate of food to look up at HIM. He was sitting across the small wooden table in her kitchen. After he had released her from his arms, he had left her to stand against a wall watching him. He was moving around the room, lighting a fire to kill the chill that was creeping into the cottage. He had waved her over only getting her dirty looks. He finally gave up summoning the meal that she was staring at now.

"I'm not hungry." she whispered softly, lowering her eyes away from his.

He narrowed his eyes and stood walking around the table to kneel next to her chair, "You haven't eaten at all today, yesterday, or the day before that." He cupped her chin in his hand forcing her to look at him, "Not since I was here four days ago." He watched as her eyes widen. "And before you start pointing fingers, I haven't had time to look in on you for awhile. I just sense it." He took her hand, kissing the back of it, "I feel that you're weak, tire, and your face is whiter then the winter.

She pulled her hand away, knowing what he said to be true. She stood and walked away, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.

"Why do you care? I'm the one that beat your little labyrinth. If it wasn't for your rule that once I entered, I could never leave, even though I saved Toby, you and I wouldn't be talking right now." She turned and looked at him, "You know your way out. I'm fine by myself. I have no need of YOUR help." With that said, she raced up the stairs.

Jareth listened as she closed her door softly still too weak to slam it, and the soft click of the key turning in the door. "Lock as many doors as you like, precious. They can't stop me." With a flick of his wrist he formed a crystal orb and vanished, reappearing in the bedroom. He was standing behind her as she stood at a window.

He shook his head and looked around the room. Not much filled the tiny room. The bed was a full size and set against the far wall, a chest at the foot of the bed. A mirrored vanity was on the wall next to the door that led to the bathroom. A dead fireplace was on one of the outer walls. The only light came from a small lantern setting on the side table next to the bed, casting shadows across the wall.

Sarah didn't seem to notice he was there. She just stood at the window, her arms wrapped around her as if trying to keep more than the cold away. Jareth formed three orbs, flinging one a the cold fireplace, bringing a warm blazing fire to life. The second orb was flung to form a small settee in front of the fire, while the third formed a small table with a tray of food. He watched as Sarah stiffened and slowly turned to face the little sitting area that he had created. She continued to slowly turn until she was facing him.

"How?…When?…What?"

"You didn't eat." He smiled and wave a hand at the tray.

She narrowed her eyes and snapping her mouth shut, she turned away from him. He smiled, "She still has her fire. I haven't lost her." He thought as walked over to her and scooped her up bridal style to carry her to the settee and setting her in his lap.

"Let me go! What do you think you're doing?"

He didn't answer, just reached out to pick up some bread, keeping a hand around her waist to keep her from falling on to the floor, "Here's the deal," He held the bread out to her, "Eat and I let go, Don't and we'll stay right here…" He trailed off as she snatched the bread from his hand.

"There, now leave." She stated after eating the chuck of bread.

He shook his head, "The deal was that I let you go," He stated firmly releasing her, "Not once did I say I would leave."

He watched as she got up from his lap and moved back across the room making him turn to watch her over the back of the settee. She had moved back to stand in front of the window. "My Sarah, why do you haunt me so? Why do you torture us for ten years." He stood and walked over to her, wrapping her arms around her, "Sarah, come to me, my Sarah. Don't let this go on. I can't stand to see you like this…so lifeless. Don't let this go on." He whispered into her ear.

"Why must you?" She whispered back, too weak to try and move away.

"I can't live within you, Sarah. Only with you." He turned her around holding her face in between his hands, "But only if you wish it. I will not force you."

She closed her eyes as the tears started to flow, "Leave me. Let me be. Let me live my life alone as I was meant to do so Aboveground."