Authors note: It's been an entire year since I've uploaded to this story! Thank you for keeping track of me and sticking with me. Here's another adventure for Jareth and Sarah.

Chapter 4: Swiss Familiy Tree House

Sarah pulled Jareth by the hand through the entry way of the Swiss Family Treehouse. Luckily, they'd gone during the off season and the amount of people currently swinging about on ropes and twisting their way through the enclosed space was minimal.

"What is this called, precious?" Jareth asked as he ran his long fingers along the ropes.

"This is the Swiss Family Treehouse," she told him as she paused to read the plague at the beginning of the attraction.

Jareth stood over her shoulder reading aloud. "On this site, July 17 1805, the Swiss Family Robinson composed of myself, my good wife and three sons; Fritz, Ernst and little Francis…" Jareth paused to look at Sarah with raised eyesbrows. "1805? Is this man immortal like myself? Why would he advertise this amongst mortals? I thought humans in the Aboveground were afraid of magic."

Sarah rolled her eyes as she shook her head. Sometimes he could be so dense. "No, Jareth, these aren't real people. This is based off of a book by Johann David Wyss. It was published in the early 1800's. These characters aren't real."

"According to your Abovegrond lore, I am not real either." He challenged with a devious look in his eye. Sarah sighed, defeated. He had a point. According to everything she'd ever learned, the Goblin King even the Fae, for that matter, were mythical creatures told by Celtic mothers to frighten their children into behaving. Yet, here he stood merely two feet behind her breathing down her neck as he read the plague. "We're the sole survivors by the grace of God of the ill-fated ship Swallow. From the wreckage we built our home in this tree for protection on this uncharted shore."

"Are you finished reading or shall we just stand here and admire the plague all day?" Sarah asked when Jareth read the plague again. He stared down his nose at her, a frown on his lips before he bowed his head.

"Lead the way, precious." He replied with the wave of his arm.

After the third set of stairs, Jareth huffed in frustration. "Why are there so many stairs? I'll just take us to the top."

"Jareth, the point is to enjoy the scenery not to…."She started but yelped when they suddenly disappeared and reappeared at the top of the treehouse. Sarah looked around frantically to see if anyone had noticed they had appeared out of thin air. Luckily, no one was around. Angrily, she rounded on Jareth wagging a finger in his face. "You can't just poof us to the top of this place. You ought to know better than to do magic here where people could see you. What if you'd been caught? Could you imagine the panic and the widespread fear and terror? This place would be surrounded in an instant by the FBI or Homeland Security and you'd be dragged off to some facility to be studied. Worse than the Roswell Incident."

She continued to yell at him until her face turned red. He stood there picking at his gloves leisurely with his eyes downcast. When she finished he looked up at her with bored eyes. "Are you finished?" He asked snidely.

Sarah huffed in frustration and walked away from him throwing her arms up in the air.

"Sarah, I am the Goblin King if I don't want people to see me doing magic they won't. Don't worry your pretty little head over it. I don't like this attraction. It's boring. Let's go to the next one. I'll just poof us down the bottom."

Sarah whipped her head around to glare at him. He threw his hands up in surrender. "Alright, fine we'll do it your way, the slow way, and walk down." He scoffed but started down the steps leaving Sarah by herself. She took a deep breath trying to calm herself before following him to the bottom.

Sometimes, the Goblin King could be a huge pain in the ass.