A/N: Thanks to everyone reviewed, and anyone else that is reading this or read this. I'm pretty excited about this story, so I'll be posting every couple of days... hopefully.

Standard disclaimer applies!

"...losing her! We're loosing-!"

Startled, Sarah's body spasmed, waking forcefully, before she curled in on herself, one hand clutching her ribs, the other covering her eyes from the glaringly bright sunshine.

"Sorry, Sarah." What must have been drapes, were drawn across the window, easing the lighting to a warm glow.

"Dad?" Sarah mumbled, slowly uncurling from the fetal position, opening her eyes to find a lavishly decorated room.

"Guess again... precious," Jareth said, coming into view, taking a seat in a high-backed wooden chair beside the plush bed she rested in.

"But..." Sarah rasped, her voice catching and cracking before she could push out any more words.

"Here, drink this," the fae encouraged, leaning forward, slipping one hand under the woman's head, twining his fingers through the unruly mass, tilting her head so she
could drink.

"Goblin King," Sarah protested around the rim of the goblet he pressed to her
lips.

"Hush, I will explain things later," he promised, his thumb rubbing small circles on her neck subconsciously.

"What..." she took a deep breath, green eyes briefly slipping from Jareth's angular face. "What is this?" Sarah's respiration slowed as she fell asleep, the angry crease in her forehead smoothing.

Jareth removed his fingers from her chocolate tresses, pushing the hair back from her slightly damp forehead.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured, arched eyebrows pulling together briefly, sorrowfully.

The next time she woke up, it was significantly darker. With a wide yawn, Sarah rolled on to her back, stretching languidly, one hand immediately burying itself in her hair, her shoulder poppping.

With a small sound of contentment, Sarah rested her cheek against the cool down feathers pillow, watching the Goblin King sleep.

... wait. Why was she watching the Goblin King sleep?

In a moment of terrifying clarity, Sarah ripped the silken sheets from her legs, launching herself off the bed. She made it a grand total of two steps before the momentum of forcefully removing herself from the bed stopped and gravity took over.

Before hitting the floor, two sinewy arms wrapped around her.

"You're not as light as you look,"Jareth huffed in her ear, settling her softly on the elegant carpet beneath their feet.

"I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming," Sarah whispered, hugging her arms to her body.

"Oh, I assure you not, precious," Jareth smirked blearily at her, rubbing one eye with the heel of his palm.

"Then I've gone insane!" she concluded, resting her forehead on her knees. "Truely, madly insane!"

"Truely," Jareth deadpanned, raising an eyebrow in a small gesture of amusement.

"Yes!" Sarah's head snapped up, green eyes flashing to his mismatched ones. "I was 14 and...hormonal!" she burst out, chest heaving from unnecissary adrenaline.

"Hormonal," he reittered, eyebrows raising higher still, though the mortal was dutifully ignoring him, swept up in a river of confusion and denial.

"How else would you explain... that?" Sarah waved her hand in Jareth's general direction.

"I like to think a mix of good genes and luck," Jareth responded conversationally, re-adjusting his wrinkled shirt.

Sarah began to cry, overwhelmed, "I'm really here," she sobbed, bringing her knees close to her chest.

"That can't be all too bad, can it?" he cooed startled by her sudden change of emotions, leaning over her hunched form, rubbing comforting figures over her back.

"Yes it can," she sniffed, voice muffled by her knees. "You hate me."

At this, he laughed. "Why would I hate you?"

"Because I destroyed you're castle and won my brother back..."

"Destroyed? There wasn't anything broken that couldn't be fixed with a bit of magic," he smiled bitterly to himself over his choice of words.

"Promise?" she asked, staring forlonly at the intricate pattern that covered the floor.

"Why would I lie?" Jareth stood up, dusting of the seat of his pants. He hoisted Sarah up after him.

"And I don't weigh that much..." Sarah growled mutinously, mostly as an afterthought, tugging down the hem of her t-shirt.

"Of course not, precious," Jareth agreed.

A/N: Does Sarah or Jareth seem a little OOC? Let me know, please.

The stuff in italics is part of her dream, in case you were wondering. You will be seeing a bit more into her dreams, later on. But I can't say much more than that without revealing everything in the story! Anyways, as always, review pretty please!