Author's Note: Not terribly much in the way of plot progression, but Sarah does finally get clothes.

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Sarah stared at the closet with a mixture of delight and disgust. There were several gorgeous romantic gowns, a few nondescript pairs of pants, some blouses, and a handful of what might only be called dresses in the loosest sense of the word. Some were almost entirely transparent, some covered less than most of Sarah's pajamas, some were skin tight to the point where they could just as well have been painted on. The reflection appeared to be mostly amused.
"The funny part is that he doesn't even like women in spandex. If memory serves, those were what happened when he ran out of mead one night and started drinking tequila because he was already too wasted to remember that he could conjure beverages." Sarah selected a modest blouse and started rummaging for pants, because even the pretty dresses were a bit too revealing for her comfort level at the moment.
"Tequila?"
"Mm-hmm. Never let Jareth at tequila. His ego gets even bigger than normal, and I didn't think that was possible, and he has a tendency to make really bad wardrobe decisions. Once he- Never mind. Repressed memories." Sarah smirked.
"I'll bet. So. Who's this Jennebeth woman?" She located pants and dropped them on a chair along with the blouse.
"She's a fairy godmother. I'm not entirely certain as to whose, however; certainly not Jareth's. Don't you need underwear?" Sarah flushed.
"Er..." The reflection disappeared momentarily, then returned.
"Try the dresser at the back of the closet."
"Thank you." She eventually emerged with the items balled up in her hands and stood there looking uncomfortable. The reflection cocked his head as though listening for something.
"His royal tightness bellows. I'll go see what about while you change, yes?" Sarah nodded, and the reflection vanished.

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Jareth was standing in his throne room glowering at the pair of goblins huddled in a corner. He instantly turned his attention to the mirror upon the appearance of his reflection, however.
"Where is she?" he demanded, his voice as cold and hard as steel.
"Sarah? I took her to get something to wear, seeing as you could not be bothered." The goblins stopped whimpering and stared at the king and the mirror. Not being of terribly high intelligence, they tended to forget about Jareth's emancipated reflection and as a result were surprised just about every time they witnessed it in action. Jareth appeared to consider for a moment before he spoke again.
"Fine. You're so concerned, you baby-sit her. Jennebeth will not let me send her home, and I have other things to take care of." His reflection raised an eyebrow.
"You were all hot and bothered when she turned up the first time, and then you sulked when you had a little fight, and now you're going to ignore her?"
"I was NOT-"
"Do what you like, Jareth, do what you like. I am only a reflection. What do I know?" The reflection faded away before the goblin king had a chance to respond.

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"So?" Sarah asked. She was fully dressed and in the process of examining one of the prettier gowns when Jareth's reflection returned.
"He is acting as a small child. He told me to 'baby-sit' you because he is otherwise occupied. I really don't know how we are going to get you home, because Jennebeth will not allow it until *he* makes reparations. Sarah shrugged.
"I wasn't expecting too much. He's a bastard. He's the king of unfair. At least now I don't have to go to work."

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Jareth sat in his throne being conspicuously despondent. He did not want Sarah in the castle because her presence was disrupting the carefully constructed barriers in his heart and mind. He had to keep repeating a mantra to the tune of "I don't care. She is just a stupid girl. I don't care," over and over again to himself, and even that was not as effective as it used to be. He was, in his mind, dangerously close to feeling emotion toward her, and that could simply not be allowed. She defeated him, she mocked him, and there was no way he was going to be *nice* about it. Even if she had said he was attractive.
He wondered briefly what Jennebeth would do if he dropped Sarah in an oubliette and drank enough tequila to honestly forget about her. He wondered if there was that much tequila in existence.