Sarah waited in the quiet of the night, she wasn't sleepy, and she wasn't in a hurry to leave the hilltop, or even Jareth's company.

"You're a wild thing." Her eyes perused his face. He was all leather, danger, and midnight beside her. She found it a bit intoxicating, like being far too close to a wolf in the woods. She was uncertain of whether she wanted to run with him or away from him.

"Is that a compliment?" He asked.

"It is simply the truth." Sarah pushed herself away from the well.

"What makes me wild?" He tilted his head.

"That." Sarah laughed at his uncanny mannerism. "And, your eyes. They are always so inhuman. Your every move is intentioned and strategic, like a tiger or something. Even the way you smell is wild, like a mountain side." She should've been more reserved with her observations, but they poured out of her.

"Should I assume that you've been making a study of me?"

"I have eyes and senses. They seem to be trained on you, waiting...watching for an attack." She crossed her arms defensively and looked away.

"If I am a tiger, are you a deer? Waiting for me to rip you apart? I would hardly consider you an object of prey." His eyes were gleaming.

"Don't you?" She questioned.

"Maybe just a little." His sharp-toothed grin wasn't comforting.

"Sarah." He moved quickly, his hand seizing her chin. "I could show you amazing things. You too could be wild."

She looked into his eyes, all starlight and magic. "Am I a wild thing?"

"Of course you are you reckless creature." He released her and prowled to the edge of the trees. "Do you trust me?"

"No, not even a little." But she was already moving toward him.

Jareth removed his gloves and flexed his slender fingers. Sarah drew near to him, watching. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"Being generous, though you hardly deserve it." He smirked.

Sarah would've delivered a smart reply if he hadn't reached for her hand. Twining his fingers between hers, she immediately felt a tingling warmth climb up her arm, and then quite suddenly, she no longer had an arm, she felt as though she was made of nothing, until the cool night air pushed her up into the sky.

Sarah burst from the treetops, and found that she was carried by great dark wings. She knew that she was Sarah, but she was something else as well. Her mind was not thinking in terms of words or ideas, but pictures and instincts.

When a ghostly shadow darted toward her she flew from it into the night. The white owl was the same as she, she knew it, but it was fun to fly away from him. Beating her wings, she wove down into the trees, drawing him into tangles of branches, she had difficulty navigating, but he was very skilled and caught up with her quickly.

The black barn owl was glad that he didn't hinder her fun. Instead, her ghostly companion guided her through tricky turns and small places. He glided into the open sky and sped away from her. She beat her wings, trying to keep up.

He slowed down, allowing her to coast beside him. Eventually her body grew weary from the unaccustomed exercise and she spiraled downward, he followed.

She sought a sheltered branch and grabbed at it with her talons, steadying herself on the limb. The great white owl landed skillfully beside her, hooting quietly. She ignored him, pulling her head down into her feathers, seeking sleep, but he continued to make his infernal little noises.

Swiveling her head, she aimed an irritated glare in his direction and clicked her beak to emphasize her point. If it were possible for an owl to laugh, he did. Her avian eyes followed him as he hopped from the branch and turned into something that wasn't himself. Her heart dropped, she scuttled down the limb and peered into the night with perfect vision, seeing a tall feather-haired man-creature in HIS place.

Growing alarmed, she made noises of her own. What had happened to him? What had this man-creature done? Her movements become more frustrated as the man smiled up at her. Then he extended his forearm to her and she glared in wrathful spite. Enraged that the man-creature had done something with HIM she dove from the branch and struck at it with her claws.

The man-creature shielded himself with an arm which she latched onto, shooting daggers at his feathery head with her eyes, and shrieking like a banshee.

"Shhh," he spat at her as a claw-like hand descended upon her, then darkness clouded her vision and she felt heavy, falling back into a shape that was not meant to soar across night skies.

Gasping Sarah clung to the Goblin King beneath the branches of the great oak tree that she had tried to nest in. She was devastated, where did HE go, she felt so lost, until she began to think in words. HE was him. HE and the man-creature...Jareth...were the same.

Taking a deep breathe Sarah pushed herself away from the leather clad chest of her captor. He was smiling in a most annoying fashion.

"I thought you'd claw out my eyes." His chuckled lowly.

"I believe that was my intention..." She looked about her, still disoriented. "I was flying...I was an owl."

"You were a wild thing." He leaned into the tree, observing her.

"I was." She smiled, letting her guard down. "I was so afraid that you'd done something to my..." Her brow crinkled.

"To your what?" He cocked his head.

"I believe that I thought you were my father or something." His noise of disgust made the lie worthwhile. "My own personal Daddy Long-Feathers."

She realized that she was still desperately tired. As though sensing her thoughts, Jareth waved a hand, and their campsite reappeared before her.

Sarah moved toward her blankets and curled up by the fire, she was exhausted.

"Do you sleep?" She yawned in his direction.

"Not often."

"Alright then, goodnight." She was already drifting off, falling into dreams of midnight skies and darkened treetops. "Thank you, Jareth." She murmured.

A/N: Sorry for the short...odd chapter friends. I've had a rough week, and this is what came of it.