A New Years Wish

Chapter Two: Granting a Wish

A/N: So second chapter, I actually was inspired by Pika-la-cynique's Jareth (even if it doesn't seem like it) in her comic Girl's Next Door ('tis really good; you should check it out on )

Also happy New Year (and like I said this is going to go on longer then just new year's… after this is done start a few drabbles after this… so think of it like events after this is done…Also I think chapter three will be the last one so… yeah….

Next I need to say that I think of this might be half crack fic… but I'm not quite sure (I still have sugar running through my veins after last night) so please pardon me.

Finally I have to say I don't own Labyrinth at all...sadly… Now on with the story…

Jareth was surprised when he heard her voice slip across his mind; it was like a caress from a pass lover who was in need of him once more. With a quick flick of his wrist Jareth made a crystal appear in the palm of his leather clad hand. With a smirk he watched his Sarah standing alone, for some reason her surroundings were clouded to him; the fates must have not wanted him to see something in the room she was in.

"Damn things never have wanted to give me spoilers." He muttered and then turned his attention back to Sarah. She had decently grown in the six human years that had passed; her hair was about the same length but now its color had turned into a lighter shade of brown. Her body had turned into one of a woman, and her curved were ever present under her jeans and sweater. Jareth watched the young woman's eyes drop to the floor.

"What was I thinking; he wouldn't want to be near me not after what had happened." She muttered under her breath, she pushed her hair behind one of her ears and glanced to a place the Goblin King couldn't see. With a smile he made the images in the crystal go blank.

"Oh precious you have no idea how wrong you are," Jareth thought, a small chuckle escaped his smiling lips. She had given him twenty four hours of time with her. He would prove to her that she was meant to be by his side; this time he wouldn't not let her escape.

Sarah walked through the now empty streets; it was almost midnight and not a soul was up, well except for her. When Sarah had gotten home something kept on eating at her, but she didn't quite know what. The feeling didn't pass so she left to clear her head in the chilled winter night air. There was something wrong in the world of Cassadaga, or maybe there was just something wrong with her.

Yes, it was something wrong with her. Sarah wrapped her arms around her body as she looked up to the star light sky, snow gently fell from the heavens and landed onto her hair and face gently. As Sarah stood there she wondered about the Underground, She thought about the friends she once had from there and their king. After she had defeated the Labyrinth she had called on her friends often at first, but as time passed on and as she grew up the visits would became less and less. Then slowly they stopped coming all together to check up on her.

It was the bell that summoned midnight that brought Sarah back to reality. Sarah sighed and shook her head slowly bringing her mind back to earth; slowly she started to walk through the snow dusted streets back to her apartment. As she walked the streets Sarah couldn't help but feel the change in the air; it became almost thicker and harder to swallow. A musky yet sweet smell swam about her and danced across her reddened cheeks. She knew that smell; Sarah could feel her heart start to flutter in her chest, she knew what was going to come. Sarah started to pick up her pace; trying to make it to her apartment before the Fae man appeared. If he was going to be here she wanted to at least have the privacy of her apartment above Mr. Frank's Flower shop.

She didn't make it there in time. When Sarah started to run up the metal fire escape he appeared. He stood at one of the landings looking out to the lakes that the town revolved around. The chilled wind made his blond hair dance softly against his high cheek bones. Sarah couldn't help but feel her heart swell in her chest. She found herself constantly reminding herself that he was meant to be her enemy; but part of Sarah didn't give a shit any more.

"It's been six years, why not forgive and forget?" Sarah's mind suggested. Slowly Jareth turned his head towards her, a small smile graced his lips and Sarah couldn't help but sigh with relief. It looked like he forgave her, or at least it appeared it did.

"It's quite funny, earlier today I had felt someone wish for me. When I had heard your voice behind it I was actually quite dumbfounded; and believe me my dear, that happens rarely." With a smirk the Fae man turned and walked closer to Sarah who stood on the edge of the landing; she gripped the railing with an iron like grasp. She didn't move as the man came closer to her and ran the backs of his fingers across her cheek. "Now you have twenty-four hours with me precious, and like every other wish there's no taking it back." Jareth continued, a devious smile tugged at his lips showing his sharp canines.

"I-I know t-that." Sarah stammered out, this just caused Jareth to smile more. Sarah couldn't help but smile softly back at the man. Quickly he pulled his hand back from her cheek, cold air filled the now empty space.

"Now," Jareth said as he straightened himself up, "What shall we do with our time together?" the gobbling king finished.

"Let's just go inside first." Sarah shivered as the cold surrounded her where the gobbling king had once been. She motioned to a pair of glass doors that stood across from the pair. Together they walked to the doors and went into the dark apartment.

Sarah poured the steaming water into the two ceramic mugs and grabbed two tea bags from the cupboards. Slowly she brought the two cups over to the couch in the living room; the goblin king sat there looking about his new surroundings. She handed the man a steaming cup and sat down next to him; every inch of Sarah was hyper aware of his being.

"So…" Sarah whispered and watched the steam from her mug rise and then fade into the air. She looked over to Jareth, waiting for him to say something.

"Yes…" He gave her no help.

"Would you be my date for a masquerade tomorrow night?" She asked slowly looking back to the steam from her cup.

"Sarah is this was your wish was all about?" Jareth asked. She could hear the smile on his lips. She couldn't help but smile herself; a light blush dusted her cheeks.

"Maybe," was all she said and looked over at Jareth, taking a sip of her tea. The Goblin King smiled and chuckled; he then fallowed Sarah's lead and took a sip of his own tea.

Everything in her small apartment intrigued Jareth; when she had fell fast asleep on the couch the Goblin King took it upon himself to explore the home. She had objects that looked like his crystals, but unlike them they were filled with water and a white powder. Her book shelves were filled with fluffy fairy tales and photographs of her and other people at different places of scenery. Yet even thought he explored the small apartment, his mind would not stop turning around what Sarah had asked him.

"Would you go to this masquerade" She had asked. Jareth couldn't help but smile. She wanted to go to a ball with him, him! Out of all people she asked him; Jareth felt like he was floating. Actually he was floating just a little above the ground. A smile danced on his lips as he remembered the blush on Sarah's cheeks and the slow smile that was only for him; bloody hell it was hard for him to keep his composure around the girl. Jareth looked at the girl sleeping on the couch; he might want to put her in bed. After all, that couch couldn't have been comfortable to sleep on. He walked over to the young woman; slowly and carefully he moved her into his arms to not wake her. Sarah sighed and cuddled closer to his chest; she mumbled something against the fabric between her and his chest. Jareth stood there dumbfounded; she wanted him, she actually wanted him. He felt like a teen aged boy once again.

Slowly he made his way to what he had discovered to be her bedroom; with a slight nod the door opened for him and with such grace he walked into the room and rested the woman in his arms onto the large and plush bed. With nimble fingers he untied her shoes and slipped then gently off her feet and then slipped her under the comforter. Jareth stood there for a moment, watching her snuggle into the bed with a soft moan. His light fingers pushed a wayward lock of hair from her face and secured the soft strands behind her ear. Then with a contented Sigh he left the bedroom. He would escort her to a ball for some holiday that he didn't know. He would have her in his arms as they danced around the ball room, or where ever this gathering was.

Jareth was sitting on the couch when she came out of the room. It was about eight in the morning for mortal time; Jareth looked up at the groggy woman as she stumbled out into the sun light room. The Fae stood when she walked into the room, a smile graced his lips; unlike mortals he rarely had to sleep so he tended to always be wide awake.

"Good morning," he said with a smile, Sarah didn't say anything back and walked to the kitchen. With a worried expression he fallowed the woman he pinned over.

"Sarah is there something wrong?" He asked as she walked over to a device he was accustomed too.

"Coffee… need." She muttered as she grabbed a new mug and poured the black liquid into it. Slowly she turned to face the Jareth as she took a sip of the drink. She closed her eyes and sighed softly.

"When I wake up in the morning, never try to talk to me before my first sip of coffee." She warned the man with a gentle smile. Sarah leaned against the counter and studied the man.

"Last night wasn't a dream." He finally said a smile never fell from his lips.

"Oh gods, she must think I'm a blubbering fool." Internally Jareth rolled his eyes and hit himself over his head. He could see her smile at that, so maybe he wasn't a blubbering fool.

"I guessed with you in my kitchen," Sarah sighed softly. "Do you want anything? Food, coffee, tea?" she asked before turning to different cabinets to find out what she had in stock for him. Jareth's eyes gazed upon Sarah's body, taking in every inch of her. Her small under-shirt and jeans hugged every curve that was there on her body. The Goblin King gulped; yes he had seen many women but somehow this one was different. Sarah looked back over at him with a quizzical brow.

"N-no, I'm fine." He managed to stammer out after the too long of a pause. Sarah couldn't help but smirk.

"If I ketch you again looking at me then your ass is dead." The girl warned with a smile, but Jareth was sure that she meant her threat. Jareth nodded quickly.

"So you're going to leave me for how long?" Jareth asked her. Sarah sighed softly and rolled her eyes.

"Just a few hours, if you're escorting me to the dance tonight I want to do this right." She said and looked over to the man. He was sitting on the counter in her kitchen as she prepared their lunch.

"What's the point of this festival? You never explained it to me in great detail." Jareth jumped off of the counter and walked behind the girl, resting his chin in the crook of her neck. Sarah did everything not to sigh with delight as his skin touched hers. It had been like that all day, them pushing the other farther. Sarah turned her head to look at the man, her eyebrows rose in surprise.

"You mean you don't have a New Years in the Underground?" She asked. She was baffled by the concept.

"Well, we do have a marker for a new year, but we don't celebrate it. After all most of us are Fae and are immortal, so we see no reason. Then there are the goblins that live for over a thousand years at least." Jareth shrugged. Sarah sighed and turned back to the grilled cheeses. She felt the man snuggle closer into her back and wrap his arms around her waist. "So why must we be separated for a few hours again?" Jareth asked.

Sarah sighed and looked back over at the man. "Because, I want to get ready and then be picked up by my date,"

"You want to see me become dumbfounded by your beauty," The man stated with a grin. Sarah pushed him away to finish cooking.

"Yeah, yeah whatever you say you glittery fairy boy." Sarah said with a laugh, Jareth glared at her. If Sarah had known how much she had enjoyed his company she would have wished for him sooner.

Jareth wasn't the villain she had remembered from so long ago. He was actually more of a normal guy; even thought it was kind of hard to believe. They had walked around the town together talking about different things; and when Sarah looked over at him now he looked more normal then she had ever seen. Jareth had changed into non skin tight pants, a plan white tee-shirt, sneakers, and a black long sleeve over shirt that he left unbuttoned. His hair was still crazy, and if you looked close enough you could see a little bit of makeup; but other than that he looked and acted like a normal young male.

Sarah was brought out of her thoughts with the smell of burning food and the sound of the King of goblins laughing hysterically.