Jareth gently laid Sarah down in her dorm room bed. The confrontation had taken all the energy out of her.
He tenderly draped a blanket over her sleeping form. He could do nothing for her sleep wear; nothing that wouldn't dig him into a deeper hole. So he refilled her water glass, tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear, and kissed her forehead.
"Good night, my champion."
Jareth drew from his pocket the poppy he had been given. Slipping it between her fingers, he gave her another soft kiss on the forehead.
"Dream well, Sarah." The poppy shivered slightly and returned to its original red. "I will not be here when you wake. No, there are things that must be done. But should you need me, should you want me, pluck a petal. And I will move mountains, move stars to get to you."
He kissed her cheek and a small smile curved her mouth.
"Sleep in peace."
Jareth vanished with a quiet pop.
Sarah woke up, head still fuzzy from the fight the day before. As she started to stretch, her hand tightened on something foreign.
She sat up quickly and turned the poppy over in her hands.
...should you need me, should you want me, pluck a petal...
There was so much to think about and consider. But now was not the time.
Carefully, Sarah pulled one petal off the flower.
A shower of glitter descended on her room, and she smiled.
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