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CH. 2 You Came Around And You Knocked Me Off The Ground From The Start

Sarah thought back to that day when she had first met Jareth after running the labyrinth. She was 19 and she was finally moving away from her father and step-mother's house. When she told Toby he had wailed and wailed non-stop, and Sarah had too.

Toby had become her everything; but Sarah just couldn't take it any more. She had to get out. There were just to many memories that were slowly suffocating her in that house that always shrinking house. Her mom leaving, a new one coming in, a father that suddenly slipped away, and the whole labyrinth deal. So she was moving into an apartment a few miles away from her had spent weeks getting rid off a lot of her things and packing the things that she couldn't bear to part with.

When she finally took her beat up truck loaded with her things to the apartment , it was very late, especially, considering she had spent the night before with Toby. She carried box after box up the stairs into her apartment, but when she was half way finished she just slumped on to the floor. She didn't have the strength to carry up the rest of the boxes, nevermind her furniture. But nevertheless She gathered the strength to climb to her feet and headed down the hall. When she got to her would-be living room, even though it was completely empty, she tripped on something hard and fell face first on the cream colored carpet. As she peeled her body off of the floor with a moan she heard a light laugh come from behind her.

The laugh was one she had only heard once before in her lifetime. It was a very deep, throaty sound and yet at the same time , it managed to be light and gentle. It was a noise that could only be produce by a man of magic.

"Oh Sarah, Sarah, Sarah," he sighed. She got to her feet and turned to look at him. He was leaning up in the living room door frame. She didn't feel anything at first other than shock. Her mind really wouldn't function properly as she stared at him and he stared at her, looking her up and down, making her slightly nervous. But nervousness turned to down-right anger as she took in his foot stretched across the door frame.

"Did you just trip me? Did you really just send me sprawling onto the carpet?" She demanded with her voice reaching new octaves with hysterics.

"Maybe. But really Precious. We're both adults now. Act like it." And with that he strutted over to her in two steps and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, eliciting a squeal from her as he carried her back down the hall.

"Is this adult-like?" she demanded with something just short of a shout as she slapped rather hard on his back and kicked her legs best she could.

"Please Precious, my ears. And it has come to my attention that adults are rather childish themselves." He carried her to her bedroom, and with a snap of his fingers made her bed appear, completely made. He pulled back her covers and dropped her into the bed with a loud thump.

"Go to bed Sarah. I'll get your things. Sweet dreams precious," he bent down and placed a quick kiss on her forehead, threw the covers over her, turned off the lights and left. Sarah was so shocked she couldn't get anything out. So she pulled her covers up to her chin, and closed her eyes.

"I better not find greasy goblin finger prints all over my things," she mumbled, but she couldn't stop the wide smile that graced her features before letting herself succumb to sleep.

Downstairs, Jareth grinned an equally large smile.