Within the next few weeks Sam couldn't help but feel an overpowering pain when she realized that she had to let the owl go. In some ways she loved the little thing, so much so that she had even thought of keeping the bird as a pet. But as he slowly gained strength, she knew instinctively that she would have to let him go. Because, even if nothing in her world was as steady as caring for the owl, she knew just how cruel it would be to keep it trapped her simply to keep herself sane. However, this simple knowledge did nothing to dull the stabbing pain she felt every time she saw the owl attempt to flap its still splinted wing.


Jareth couldn't deny himself the truth any longer; he had broken his oath to himself. He somehow, had allowed himself to fall in love with Samantha. Despite the fact that he should never have allowed himself to fall for a woman that he barely knew once again, somehow, Samantha's kind smile and words, along with the fiery determination in her eyes had found their way into his heart. Also even if she thought she was an ordinary owl, he felt as if somehow Samantha, unlike Sarah, was capable of returning his feelings toward her; as if his feelings were stronger for her than they had been for Sarah, and when he saw the pain in her eyes when he attempted to move his wing with renewing strength, that maybe she would miss him when he was gone. However, he knew even if he was no longer trapped as an owl he, Jareth, would never gain what he desired most; Love.


Knowing that it was time after six weeks, Sam gently removed the splint from the owl's wing. And immediately, the owl's wing began to move with a new vitality, nearly pushing her to tears. Finally, after undressing his wounds, she saw a single scar above the owl's left eye, and for the last time she took the owl into her arms and walked out her back door onto her porch, in the direction of the woods. When she allowed him to take flight she felt the tears she had been holding back begin to roll down her face and as he got further away she whispered softly.

"It's strange but I feel that I will love you always my little owl friend, and I will miss you forever."

Of course Sam knew that the owl couldn't possibly return these feelings. But, she also felt that the story wasn't yet over, which was why she remained on the back porch. This was also why she saw the owl become a man…


Jareth immediately felt the release of having his own body back. And taking a deep breath, he turned to face Samantha and began to stride towards her.

"Stop right there! Don't come any closer!" Sam shouted grabbing the thing nearest her which happened to be a broom attempting to defend herself from the strange man in her backyard.

"Oh Samantha, dear, do you honestly think that I'm going to hurt you." The man replied, obviously quite amused by her current situation.

"How do you know my name?" She yelled attempting to open the door behind her.

"Well, I think it's only natural that I would know your name seeing as you've been nursing me back to health for the past six weeks." Jareth replied a laugh in his voice.

"What on earth are you talking about; I nursed an owl back to health, not whoever you are!" Samantha replied, but this was enough to get her guard down and he began his approach once more.

"Exactly." He replied coming to stand before her and lifting his bangs to show her the same scar above his left as the owl's.

"How…?" Sam began to ask before she fainted into Jareth's waiting arms.


When Samantha fell into his arms Jareth began to study her face more closely than he ever could. Despite, the peace in her face with unconsciousness he still found evident her puzzlement at his appearance. Gently he pulled her up into his arms, her limp head coming to rest against his chest as he cradled her body against him and he gently carried her into the house. When he entered her bedroom he looked around to see a sadness which lingered in the joyful green and white of the room, loneliness all too familiar to him. As he gently laid her on the soft white bed laying the sheets and blankets over her body, a longing suddenly came over him and before he could stop himself he removed his deep blue cape and lying next to her came to rest with her in his arms…


When Sam awoke a few hours later, although unsure of how she had come to rest in her bed, she dismissed the whole occurrence as a dream. But as she began to remove herself from her bed, she felt arms begin to tighten vice-like against her waist and looking up, saw the same dark-blue and sparkling cape that the man had worn in her "dream" and turning slightly came face-to-face with that same man. She was at first shocked by how handsome he was, but then coming to her senses began to struggle against his grip around her waist.

"Oh my God. It wasn't a dream! How did this happen? Why are you in my bed? Who are you for that matter?" Samantha screamed panicked despite the fact that she knew no one could possibly hear her as she struggled.

"No it wasn't a dream. I'm in your bed because you fainted, I brought you inside and wanted to keep an eye on you and I wasn't sure what else to do." He replied obviously entertained by her useless struggle.

"I still don't understand why you had to sleep with me to keep an eye on me, and you still haven't told me who the hell you are." She replied her attempts to struggle weakening. "Now please let me go." But what Sam wasn't expecting was that when he did so she would land on her floor. "Mmph! Okay, maybe you shouldn't have let me go." Sam replied standing up while rubbing her head.

"I didn't have a reason. And I'm Jareth." He replied laughing as he stood up.

"Oh, ha ha very funny. Okay, Jareth who are you exactly?" Sam replied crossing her arms.

"Well, I'm not sure that you'll believe the truth, but here it is I'm the goblin king." He said bowing.

"Wait, what?" she replied laughing.

"Well I suppose I better explain." He replied.

"Yes, you should." She replied sitting on her bed.

"Well, six years ago you're friend Sarah.." he began sitting down next to her.

"So that's why you were an owl?" Sam asked.

"Yes, and that's also why I tried to escape when you saved me." He answered.

"Oh no!" Sam suddenly exclaimed.

"What?" Jareth asked puzzled.

"Sarah's coming." Sam replied looking panicked.

"Wait Samantha, what do you mean Sarah's coming?" He asked.

"I mean that Sarah is coming, and you have to stop calling me that my name is Sam." She replied.

But before she could do anything she looked up to see Sarah standing in her doorway…..


"What is going on? Why are you here?" Sarah questioned furiously pointing at Jareth.

"Wait Sarah I can explain." Sam replied trying to calm her friend's fury.

"No, I want him to explain." She replied glaring at Jareth

"Oh come off it Sarah." Jareth replied standing to face her. "You didn't honestly think that I would be stuck like that forever now did you?" He replied and surprisingly Sarah actually cowered before him, despite the fact that she had been able to defeat him.

"Actually I did. I was counting on it." Sarah replied.

"Well, I supposed you shouldn't have hit me with your car then should you?" He replied.

"Well, I wasn't sure that it was you until now." She replied. "Now, get away from my friend." Sarah threatened.

"Or what Sarah. Maybe I want to stay here, maybe I like it here with Samantha." He replied boldly pulling Samantha into his arms and sniffing her hair.

"What are you doing?" Sarah asked almost frightened.

"Proving, that now I have the power." Jareth replied.

"Sam get away from him. Trust me." She replied worried.

"Why should she, Samantha has nothing to fear." He said simply. Looking into her blue eyes and surprisingly Sam actually did feel safe there in his arms.

"He's right Sarah, I'm not afraid." Sam stated shocked at what she was saying.

"No, Sam it's just his mind games you have to get away from him." Sarah replied terrified by the scene before her. But surprisingly Jareth released her.

"You see Sarah I have no reason to hold her against her will." Jareth replied.

"Fine then, Sam if you don't need my help then I'm leaving." Sarah stated.

"I don't." Sam replied as Sarah walked away….

"Okay, now what was that?" Sam screamed at Jareth. "I'm not you're pawn, okay." She replied furious.

"I'm sorry I used you like that Samantha." Jareth replied shame in his voice.

"Yeah, you better be, because until you pulled that stunt I felt sorry for you." She stated. "So you had better prove to me that you had a good reason for that."

"I will do my best to make it up to you."

"Alright then, I am going for a walk and you had better not follow me."

As she strode through the woods, she began to feel her anger at Jareth dissipate. Once again she began to feel sorry for the wounded man, wounded in ways she could possibly never heal. But still, she couldn't believe that he had used her like that. But he seemed so vulnerable, and he was so handsome, after all that was the first thing she noticed before she was frightened by his appearance. The way he had looked when she awoke in a tight leather vest and white ruffled shirt which revealed the strange necklace he wore, and surprisingly enough, gray tights. But no, she could not allow herself to feel anything for Jareth. Or anyone.


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