Listening to angry music actually helps write this kind of stuff, I don't like thinking things like this. So yeah.

No, I don't own anything that I didn't last time, for the record.


He stormed through the crowd of goblins with a vengance. His head was pounding and he wanting nothing more than to be alone. All morning there'd been this buzzing in his head, getting louder by the second.

The buzzing was constant, like it'd always been there. But it hadn't, he'd only ever felt it once and he was thrown into madness that night. It couldn't be a coincident that two year ago to the day he'd been trying to prevent Sarah from reaching the castle.

With an angry he couldn't explain, he threw a goblin out of his path. Others scattered away as he made his way to his throne. He knew he'd frightened them, something he did rarely, but he couldn't find it in him to care. Almost casually, he pulled a crystal out of the air and began to twirl it around his hand.

It struck him as funny, he was not one to do something absent mindedly, but that was what he did when his head hurt. For only a brief second, he wondered about Sarah, what she was like, what she was doing now. Passing it off as a side effect of his headache, he distracted himself by looking into his crystal.

He saw Hoggle, he was cleaning up in the small hut he now shared with Ludo and Sir Didymus. They were all getting along and he found it nesicary to look in on them once and a while. After all, they were smart enough and loyal enough, they may just find a way to bring Sarah back to the Underground.

That couldn't happen, he wouldn't allow it. She wasn't welcome here, he'd send her back the moment she arrived. But he hoped it wouldn't come to that. Maybe, just maybe, she was smart enough to stay away.

The crystal suddenly seemed hot in his hand, it almost burned. Curious to what could be so completely urgent, he turned his attention back to it.

It was him, he was walking fast toward someone, there was a small smile on his face. When she turned and saw him, he grinned.

Jareth's stomach tightened as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Sarah, it was Sarah who beamed back at him. She was standing there in jeans and a blouse, and the next moment she was running toward him. He caught her, held her against him. In that instant, he felt at home.

Wretching himself away from the image, his fury overtook him. He threw the crystal, watched as it smashed against the wall and fell into shards of broken glass. That was new, he laughed darkly, he didn't know he could break a crystal, this was the first time he'd tried.

But he wanted to do more than break a crystal, he wanted to kill someone. That was disgusting, to think that he'd ever fall for a girl like that. No, it was probably brought on by the headache that had started to dull a bit.

That's all it was, he shrugged it off and gazed out the window. A headache. The buzzing continued and he groaned. He'd claim sabotage but that would be nearly impossible. She'd find a way to do it though, and in his state he imagined that she probably did. It was ridiculous, and he knew it. But it gave him another reason to hate her. The more the merrier, with his anger aimed at the right person again, he knew he'd kill her the moment he saw her. When and if he saw her.

But he knew it would be soon.