A/N: So, I came up with chapter while I was sitting in church on Saturday night completely bored, and all of a sudden, I was like "I need a pen" and immediately started writing while the Priest was in the middle of the gospel reading. I must remind myself to think holier things while sitting in church. The things my mind comes up with in church…I should be sent to Hell. Hahahaha. Enjoy! Oh, P.S. if you want to read some other stories I've written, check out my new and totally re-vamped website. I posted some 'not-so-wholesome' fics I've written. There's a Jareth and Sarah one. I rather like it. Check it out.

Windsurfing and Reckless Driving

The rest of the week passed quickly. Jareth and Sarah were more than happy to see their two friends become closer and more intimate and it did wonders for their own relationship. Any chance they had, Sarah and Jareth were all over each other. But it always ended before anything happened. Sarah was more than happy to make Jareth wait; in truth she was a little frightened by him and the fact that she had never really been with a guy was something that plagued her mind every day. Jareth, on the other hand, wanted more than Sarah was willing to give, and her constant pleas of "Not now" or "We can't" were driving him insane. But he was humbled by the thought of being able to touch her or kiss her and soon his advances were not as needy and predatory.

Before they knew it, Saturday had come and Mary-Jane was dropping Ryan off on the front porch.

"Thank you so much Sarah, I owe you a big one!"

"Don't worry about it. We're more than happy to have Ryan come with us."

Ryan stood there, watching the two women talk, a look of disgust on his face. He was 13 for crying out loud – he didn't need a babysitter and he wasn't going to have this 25-year old woman boss him around. He was glad he would be able to hang out with Jareth and Edmond. For some reason, and he couldn't place it, the two men didn't seem normal. Sure they looked like regular men, but there was this feeling he got around them that he had never felt before and it almost scared him. But was he drawn to it. These men were powerful, and he could sense it.

Mary-Jane looked at him.

"Ryan, please listen to Sarah today. If we get back and she tells me that you were a right shit, you know the first thing that'll go is your PSP and maybe even your PS2. Got it?" she asked him, her voice unwavering and demanding.

"Got it Mom," he said, then his eyes roamed over Sarah, "I'm sure we're going to have a great day," he said, his mouth forming into a menacing smile.

"I'm not playing games Ryan Jacob Hughes. Don't embarrass your father and myself," she said, he hands on her hips and her eyes staring into his.

"I know Mom."

"Oh I love you," she said, pulling him into a tight hug, squishing his body into hers. Sarah looked to the Volvo on the street and waved a hello to Michael. He honked back, causing Mary-Jane to start and release Ryan.

"Bye everyone! Have a wonderful day and we'll see you later tonight," she said, rushing to the car. With a double honk, the Hughes' Volvo sped down the street. Sarah turned to Ryan.

"Do you have your suit?"

"Yeah," he answered bluntly.

"Then I suggest you put it on right now. We're going to leave in a couple of minutes and when we get to Hood River you'll have to use a Porta-Potty. Trust me when I say you're not going to want to use those when we get there."

As they were walked into the house, Jessica walked out of the kitchen carrying a cooler.

"Hey Sarah, I think I got everything. Water, Diet Coke, fruit and I also packed some chips and salsa. Do you want me to make some sandwiches or are we going to get lunch there?"

"I think we'll get lunch there. I know they have some great little restaurants that we can look at. If we were just going to go to Multnomah Falls then I would suggest sandwiches, but seeing that we're going further down, we'll do lunch."

Jessica nodded and then walked back into the kitchen making her way to the garage. Sarah looked at Ryan.

"Jessica's pretty hot," he said, his eyes glinting mischievously. Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Ryan, go put your suit on," she said, pushing him down the hall.

"Okay, okay, don't touch the shirt," he said, shying away from her and slamming the bathroom door shut. Sarah turned around, only to collide with Jareth.

"Jareth, are you and Edmond all ready to go?" she asked him as he helped her off the floor.

"Yes, but I have to say the bathing costumes that you provided us with are entirely uncomfortable. They are overly large and don't let anything air out."

Sarah blushed at the comment, realizing what he was referring to.

"They're supposed to be like that Jareth. Everyone will be wearing something like that. Don't worry about it. Back to my original question, do you have everything you need?"

"I have everything you told me that I would need to bring."

"Good. Put your stuff in the Jeep and I'll grab Ryan and we can get out of here."

"We're taking two cars?"

"Yeah, Jessica and I figured that it would be a little tight if we all went in one car, so we're taking both."

Jareth nodded and then walked off toward the garage. Ryan came out of the bathroom, a look of pure boredom on his face.

"Ready?" she asked him, hoping he would at least look a little more interested.

"Yeah. This sucks. Why do I have to go with you? Why can't I just stay home?"

"Ryan, how old are you?" Sarah asked him, getting a little annoyed.

"13, but I'll be 14 next month."

"Then maybe you should start acting like you're in middle school and not in the first grade."

"Whatever," he said, walking toward the garage. Sarah just shook her head.

This is going to be a long day.

When she got out into the garage she found Jareth, Jessica, Edmond and Ryan all standing around waiting for her.

"Well? What are we waiting for? Let's get this show on the road," she said, moving toward her Jeep. Jareth walked to the passenger seat. Before she got in, Sarah looked at Ryan.

"Do you want to ride with Jessica or me?"

He looked at the two cars as if judging which one would be the better ride.

"I'll ride with you."

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Traffic out of Portland was relatively light which provided the troupe an open highway and a chance to make excellent time to Multnomah Falls. Jareth quietly read while Ryan sulked in the back seat. Sarah couldn't help but glance at him through the rear-view mirror every now and then, a smile coming to her lips as she saw his lower lip pout and his face twist as if he were disgusted about something.

Men, they never change. No matter what age they are.

When they got closer to the falls, Jareth left his book on the floor as his interest was no longer on the words in front of him but the scenery around him.

"This certainly is different than the city."

"Yeah, I've always liked the Gorge. It's beautiful here and so peaceful. You can go hiking almost anywhere. A couple summers ago, Jessica and I went fly fishing with her grandfather. We went to the most beautiful little spot called Eagle Creek. The hike was 4 miles and it was rather rocky, but it was spectacular. Unfortunately when we were fishing, I wasn't paying attention and got the fly stuck in his leg, but that's another story altogether."

Jareth looked at her.
"I would like to hear this tale."

"Well," she said, Jareth noticing the way her face redden with embarrassment, "We were casting off and he was standing behind me in a wooded area and as I brought the pole up to cast off, I flicked it forward and felt it get stuck. Thinking it was stuck in the trees, I yanked hard on it only to find out it wasn't stuck in the trees but in his leg, right in the back, where it bends. I couldn't believe I had done that and I was willing to cut it out of him, but he said no and wouldn't let me near him. I'm trained in first aid and had my kit with me, but he said he didn't mind it. I felt so bad, and then we had to hike back to the car and it was hotter than hell that day and I had a huge blister on the back of my heel and I had gotten my period and my shorts were a mess and Jessica wouldn't stop laughing at me. It was a mess of a day but the scenery was beautiful. And to top it off, Jessica's granddad didn't even get the damn fly out of his leg for another two days, claiming he wanted to wait so he could go see his general practitioner."

At the mention of the word 'period,' a loud moan was heard from the back seat, provoking Sarah to laugh. Jareth had already been laughing and the two of them joined in together.

"It sounds like you had one wreck of a day. I hope today isn't as bad."

Sarah looked at him.

"I guarantee it won't," she said, her gaze returning to the road in front of her. "Ah look, we're here," she said, pulling onto an off ramp that would lead them to the parking lot of the falls, Jessica and Edmond following close behind.

Multnomah Falls, a beautiful waterfall carved into the scenery of the beautiful Columbia River Gorge. The second highest year-round waterfall in the U.S., its beauty did not go unnoticed by both Jareth and Edmond. As they walked to the pooling waters of the falls, the two Fae couldn't help but look all around them.

"It's remarkable," said Edmond, his gaze lingering at the top of the falls.

"It certainly is," Jareth remarked after a few moments of silence.

Sarah stared at Jessica, amazed at how taken the two men were by the falls. The two women merely rolled their eyes. Sarah turned to her side, looking at Ryan.

"Have you ever been here before?"

"Yeah, my mom and dad brought me when I was 10. We hiked to the top."

"It's a great hike, but we don't have time today. We can hike to the bridge if you want to."

The words were barely out of her mouth when Jareth and Edmond started walking toward a small path with signs posted before it, warning the hikers of possible dangers and how long the trails were. Without looking back, both men began the climb to the bridge over the falls. Sarah looked at Ryan.

"Do you want to go up?"

"Whatever," he said nonchalantly, following the two women as they walked up the path.

The hike was relatively easy, intended for anyone to be able to make the hike. As they stood on the bridge and looked up to the top, their faces moist from the spray of the falls, Sarah couldn't help but smile. She was having so much fun and for the first time in her life she was extremely happy.

"How tall is the waterfall?" Edmond asked, his gaze still centered at the apex of the falls.

"It drops 620 feet," Jessica answered.

"How far is the bridge from the ground?"

"You know, I don't know. Sarah, do you know?"

"I think we're a few hundred feet up. Like I said, we could hike to the top of the falls, but that takes over an hour and we still have more things to see."

Just then, Jareth looked at Edmond, a smile across his face and an evil glint in his eye. Edmond nodded, understanding Jareth completely. Without another thought, both men grabbed Ryan by the legs and brought him to the edge of the bridge, fully making a show of trying to throw him off. Ryan began to thrash about while both Jareth and Edmond laughed hysterically.

"Jareth! Edmond! Let go of him now! This isn't funny!" Sarah screamed, running toward them.

Just then a Park Ranger walked onto the bridge. Seeing the fiasco before her, she immediately radioed her supervisor and ran toward the two men who were holding the boy.

"Let go of that boy right now!"

Both Jareth and Edmond turned to look at the woman, realizing their little prank had been seen. Setting Ryan back onto the ground, they turned to the woman. She was moderately tall, her brown hair pinned into a bun on her head while the green uniform she wore did hardly anything for her thin body frame. A badge on her relatively flat chest read "NATALIE". She looked at Ryan.

"Are you alright young man? Have they hurt you in any way?"

"Yeah, I'm alright." He turned to Jareth. "Why did you do that?"

Jareth looked amused.

"We were only having a bit of fun. Ryan, do you think we would actually have let you fall?"

"I don't care if you let me fall or not, that was a pretty asshole thing to do."

"And you scared the hell out of me," Sarah said.

"It looks like you all know each other. I'm going to have to ask you to leave the park right now and we will be taking pictures of your drivers' licenses to prevent further disturbances."

Jareth looked furious, but then his countenance changed completely, turning from angered to alluring. He walked toward Natalie.

"I'm so sorry to have made a disturbance," he glanced at the badge on her chest, "Natalie. It won't happen again."

The woman before him looked completely surprised. A hand strayed to her chest while her eyes looked entranced. Jareth layered on the charm.

"There is no need to prevent these two lovely ladies admittance to the park. It was wholly my fault and I shall take the blame."

Natalie nodded her head, unable to take her eyes off Jareth. Sarah watched the entire conversation with her mouth open.

"We will be leaving now, but there is no reason for you to take pictures of our licenses."

Natalie nodded once again. Jareth gave her a smile and turned to the others.

"It looks as if we'll be leaving now," he said, walking back toward the other side of the bridge. Jessica looked at Sarah, her mouth open as well and the two just shook their heads in disbelief.

When they got to the car, Sarah turned to Jareth.

"How the hell did you do that?"

"Do what?" he asked her, a smile across his face.

"That," Sarah said, flinging her arms in the direction of the bridge.

"Oh that," he said, his smile even bigger, "that was nothing," he said, getting back into the car. Sarah just shook her head. Ryan, on the other hand, was not fooled.

"So Jareth," he said, trying to be as cool as possible, "when are you going back home?"

"Jareth doesn't know when he's going back to the Underground…" Sarah said, then realized what she had done. Clamping her hand over her mouth, she looked at Jareth, horrified.

"No, it's alright Sarah. I knew it would come out at some point."

He turned to Ryan, who was looking very interested in what he had to say.

"Ryan, as you have probably guessed, Edmond and I are not from this world."

"I knew something was up. I could feel it."

"Yes, just like most children can sense magic. Edmond and I are from a world called the Underground. There, I am not Jareth King, I am Jareth, King of the Goblins and ruler of the Labyrinth."

Ryan's mouth dropped open.

"You're a king?"

Jareth nodded.

"Then why the hell are you here?"

"Because I was sent here on a mission and I will not be able to return until I have accomplished it."

"How do you know Sarah and Jessica?"

"When Sarah was just a few years older than yourself, she wished her brother away to the goblins. When a child is wished away, I have to give the person who wished it away a chance to win back the child. The chance is to run my Labyrinth. If they are able to solve it within 13 hours, then the child is theirs and they are free to go. If they do not make it, I keep the child and they are returned above ground where their life changes and they do not remember the Labyrinth."

"How does Sarah remember you?" Ryan asked him, his face excited with all the new information he was learning.

"Sarah remembers me because she has been the only person to have ever solved the Labyrinth."

Ryan looked surprised.

"Sarah solved the Labyrinth?"

"As shocking as it sounds, yes, I solved the Labyrinth and in less than 13 hours too."

"Yes you did, but you also had help if I recall. You did not do it solely by yourself."

"But I did it and that's all that matters."

"Okay, okay you two, simmer down. Jareth, where the hell do you go and figure you can hang me over a bridge?"

"You're a sharp one for your age aren't you? As I said before, Edmond and I were just having a bit of fun."

"Well, it wasn't funny."

"Yeah, you scared the hell out of me. It was a childish thing to do Jareth," Sarah said, clearly angry.

"It's Edmond, he's a bad influence on me. He's always been a bad influence. We were childhood companions…"

"Bosom companions?" Sarah cut in, trying hard not to laugh hysterically.

"Friends," he said, shooting an annoyed glance at her, "We were friends. Until he arrived here, we hadn't spent more than four hours together since our schooling. We were right terrors when we were younger. We almost killed each other many times. His mother was my mother's sister and when I was placed upon the throne, his father died and he became Mediator. I helped him when Aurelia passed, but other than that, it has been a very long time since we have spent so much time together."

"But that doesn't explain why you held me over a bridge!" Ryan cut in.

"That, dear boy, is what we do to young children who are ungrateful for the things that are provided for them. Don't take your possessions for granted Ryan; there are many children in this world who have much less than you. You are very privileged to have what you have"

After that little conversation, all talking stopped for the remainder of the ride to Hood River. The weather was beautiful and when they arrived in town, the wind was perfect and it looked like they weren't the only ones to have decided the Gorge would be the perfect place to go on a warm, sunny Saturday. Parking and unloading the cars, the five travelers made their way down to the river. Checking out the many groups of people sprawled out on the beach, Sarah wished they had gotten to the river a little earlier. She checked her watch to see what time it was.

"Oh wow, it's already 12:30. Is anybody hungry? I could go for some lunch."

"I'm hungry too," Ryan said.

Sarah looked to Jessica, who nodded her head. Jareth and Edmond followed suit. Just as she opened her mouth to suggest they go get something to eat, a large kite came crashing down toward the group, taken by a rogue stream of air. As Jareth, Sarah, Jessica and Ryan fell to the ground, Edmond, who had been busy looking at the water, turned his head just in time to see the kite come crashing into his head, leaving a large gash just above his right eye.

"Edmond!" screamed Jessica, rushing over to him.

Gripping his head, Edmond staggered to the side, letting his body fall to the ground.

The kite, which now lay motionless on the ground, was quickly pulled away by a young man who was running over to the group.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. Are you alright man? Oh shit you're bleeding. Dude, I'm so sorry."

"It's alright," Edmond said, sitting up, his hand clutching his head. "You can never be so sure with those things. It's not your fault."

"Are you alright? Dude, that gash on your head doesn't look very good. I'm so sorry."

Jareth looked at the man.

"Excuse me young man, but what is your name?"

"Sean," he answered, concern throughout his voice.

"Sean, our friend here just seems to have been surprised by the kite. He will be alright. We understand that you did not mean for the kite to hurt anyone and have no harsh feelings toward you."

Sean looked at Jareth, unable to explain why he felt so calm and cool around the tall, thin man. He nodded his head, picked up the kite and walked away. Jareth turned to Edmond.

"That was getting rather annoying. Anyway, you look like shit. Sarah," he said, turning toward her, "Is there a place where he can get that cleaned up?"

"We can take him to the emergency room. That gash looks pretty deep, he might need stitches. Does he have his magic?"

"Yes, but he cannot use it to heal himself. In the Underground we have individuals who are healers by birth. Although we have magic, we cannot use it to heal ourselves, although that gash will heal faster than it would on a human."

Jessica helped Edmond off the ground, handing him her towel so he could wipe the blood off his face. By now a group of people had begun to pool around them and without any acknowledgement, they walked back to the car. Using her cell phone, Sarah was able to find the nearest hospital and she told Jessica to follow her there.

"Oh fuck," Sarah said, clearly irritated.

"What?"

"Edmond doesn't have insurance. We're going to have to take him to a free clinic, and knowing those places, we'll be there all day."

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After spending three hours in the clinic, they left, Edmond with four new stitches in his forehead. Sarah looked at everyone.

"Who's hungry?"

Everyone raised their hands.

"Good because I'm starving. Let's go get something to eat."

Making their way into town, they were greeted by many sporting stores and small cafes. Finding a smart looking restaurant, they all piled in, their stomachs empty and their spirits down. As they sat at the table, Sarah looked at everyone. Jareth was eyeing the menu, Edmond was touching his stitches, Jessica rubbing her hand down his arm, her head on his shoulder while Ryan looked bored as hell.

"I'm so sorry guys. I thought today was going to be great, but it looks as if we have all had a lousy time."

"Sarah, it wasn't your fault that Edmond got hurt. You had nothing to do with it. I haven't had that bad of a time, although I would have rather prefer to be back at home than here right now," Jessica said, giving her a weak smile. Sarah returned it.

"Thanks Jess, but I feel so bad. This day couldn't get any worse."

Just as the words came out of her mouth, a child, who had been walking by with his mother, decided that Sarah's shirt looked like a prime target to puke on. Sitting there looking at everyone, she could feel the vomit slide down the side of her face and pool on her shirt.

"Erase that last thought, now it's gotten worse."

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" the woman said, reaching for a napkin and trying to wipe the puke off her face.

"It's alright," she said, grabbing her purse and heading to the bathroom. Cleaning her face and wringing out her shirt, she walked out to the Jeep and grabbed the clean shirt she packed for the ride home. Just as she went to take her shirt off, Jareth walked up to her.

"Sarah, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. It's just today hasn't been going as well as I'd hoped it would."

"Nothing usually does," he said, watching her closely as she took her shirt off. Jareth's eyes opened wide while a smirk spread across his face. Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Jesus Jareth, it's not like you've never seen a woman's breasts before," she said, turning around to get the shirt out of the bag she had brought.

"I've never seen yours before….you have a tattoo," he said, running his finger over the design on her lower back. It was more of a question than a statement. Feeling his touch on her skin, she gave a small shiver.

"That was the result of a drunken party in college where I woke up in the morning and found it on my back. Thank God I wasn't drunk enough to get the Virgin Mary. I have to say it isn't that bad, but it will never happen again."

"No, it's not bad at all, although tattoos are looked down upon in the Underground, especially on women."

She turned around, holding the shirt in her hands.

"Well, we're not in the Underground are we?" she said, moving to put the shirt on. Jareth put his hand out.

"Don't take this the wrong way Sarah, but you are incredibly stunning."

"Why would I take that the wrong way Jareth? It was a compliment, and one I appreciate very much," she said, pulling the shirt over her head. Just then Ryan came walking out of the restaurant.

"Hey, food's here. We ordered for you Sarah."

"Thanks," she said, throwing the bag back into the car and locking it behind her.

"Oh, looks like we got a bean thief," Ryan said, trying not to laugh.

Sarah looked at him closely, trying to figure out what he was saying. Jareth began to laugh.

"What are you laughing about?" she said, her hands on her hips.

Ryan pointed at her shirt. Sarah looked down, noticing what they were laughing about.

"A little cold?" Ryan asked her. "It is a bit 'nipply' out."

"Oh shut up and get back in there," she said, pushing him back towards the doors. Ryan turned around and ran back through the open door, sniggering to himself.

"You are terrible," she said to Jareth, watching him laugh.

"I really like that boy. He reminds me of myself," he said, putting his arm around her as they walked back to the restaurant.

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"No bloody way," Jareth said, glancing in the rearview mirror. After they had finished eating, it was almost 5 pm and they had decided their day in the Gorge was finally over. Jareth had somehow convinced Sarah into letting him drive back and was glad when she found an excuse to take a nap.

"What's wrong?" she asked, sitting up in her seat, wiping sleep from her eyes. "Jareth, how fast are you going?"

"The dial says 103, but I doubt that's right."

Just then Sarah heard the siren. Looking through the back window, she could see the police car swerving between traffic, trying to catch up with them.

"Jareth! Pull over!"

"Why?"

"Because we're being tailed by a cop. Now pull over!"

Signaling to the right, Jareth slowed the car, pulling the Jeep over to the side of the road. Looking at Sarah, he could see her shaking her head.

"I don't see what the problem is."

"Just don't say anything and get your permit out," she said, sighing.

As Jareth removed his permit from the glove box, a police officer tapped gently on the window.

Rolling down the window, Sarah could tell the man was large and domineering. His Ray-Ban aviators covered his eyes, but Sarah could tell that he probably had sharp, penetrating eyes.

"License and registration," the cop said, never looking away from Jareth.

Sarah handed him the registration while Jareth gave him his permit.

"Do you know how fast you were going back there Mr…" he glanced at the permit, "Mr. King?"

"The dial said 103, but I doubt that's correct.
The cop eyed him closely.

"That's exactly how fast you were going."

He glanced at the registration.

"Who is Sarah Williams and does she know you're driving her car?"

"I'm Sarah Williams."

"Good afternoon ma'am," the cop said, glancing over the rim of his glasses, his mouth breaking into a smirk. Sarah was right, his eyes were sharp and penetrating. He looked her over, his eyes lingering on her chest.

"Ma'am, I'm going to need to see your license."

Trying not to cringe, she handed it to the cop.

"Sarah Ann Williams. Height: 5'7". Weight: 128 pounds. Eye Color: Green."

Jareth was getting impatient and still didn't understand why they had been pulled over.

"Officer, what does my companion's height, weight and eye color have to do with the speed we were traveling at?"

The cop looked at Jareth.

"I'm sorry Mr. King, was I interrupting something? You sound a little flustered."

"I don't see why we've been pulled over."

"You were pulled over because you were going nearly 55 miles per hour over the speed limit."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Jareth, please stop talking," Sarah said, leaning toward the driver side window.

"Officer, my friend here is new to Oregon and is not familiar with the state's laws."

"I can tell that. Either way Ms. Williams, you will be receiving the ticket seeing that he's a permitted driver."

Sarah nodded. "I know."

"You should keep better tabs on your charges," he said, walking back towards his patrol car to run the license. Sarah shot a glare at Jareth.

"What?"

"Nothing," she said, shaking her head.

The cop returned to the car.

"Here you are Ms. Williams," he said, handing her the ticket.

"Officer, is there a way I could pay this right now so I won't have to go to court?"

"Unfortunately, with a ticket that large, you're going to have to go to court for it."

"Wait, why is she going to have to go to court?" Jareth asked.

"Because that's the way we do it over here in America," the cop said, "We have more of a structured system than they do over in Europe."

Sarah wanted to say something smart but she decided against it knowing the cop wouldn't be one she would want to mess with.

"Shouldn't I be the one going to court?" Jareth asked.

"You should, but because you're a permitted driver, she's the one who's going."

Sarah could tell the officer was getting annoyed and she wanted nothing more than to get back home.

"Thank you officer for your time," she said, trying to hurry up the conversation.

"Is something wrong ma'am…something you would like to tell me?"

Sarah was getting annoyed.

"No officer, nothing's wrong," she said, frustrated.

"That's not a very nice tone," he said, clearly seeing that she wanted to leave.

"Officer, are you quite done? We are rather tired and we'd like to get home," Jareth said.

"Excuse me?"

"You're taking up our time. We are tired; we've had a long day and we are wasting even more time sitting here talking to you."

The officer lifted his glasses off his face, disbelief all over his face. Sarah put her head in her hands and sighed deeply.

"Would you like to say that again?"

"Are you slow? Can you not understand what I am saying? We would like to leave."

"Did you just insult me?" the officer asked him.

"I believe I did and I'll do it again if we have to sit here even longer listening to you ask frivolous questions and ogle at my companion's body composition."

The officer stepped away from the car.

"Sir, could you please step out of the vehicle?"

"Oh my God," Sarah said, shaking her head.

"Why do I need to get out of the vehicle?" Jareth asked him.

"Please sir, step out of the car."

"I most certainly will not unless you tell me why I am getting out of the car."

"Jareth, just get out of the car," Sarah said, not believing what was going on beside her.

"Very well," he said bluntly, opening the car door and standing beside the vehicle.

"Please turn around," the cop said.

"Why?"

"Mr. King, here in the U.S, we teach our people to comply with orders. I suggest you turn around."

"I will not turn around until I am told why I need to."

Realizing he shouldn't have said it, the cop spun him around, throwing his arms behind his back and cuffing him.

"What is the meaning of this?" Jareth cried, feeling the cool metal against his wrists.

"You're being arrested for insulting a police officer and resisting arrest," the officer said, walking him towards the cop car as he recited him his rights. Sarah had gotten out of the Jeep and was running over to the men.

"Officer, do you really need to arrest him? I mean, he doesn't know what he's saying."

He slammed the car door in Jareth's face then walked over to face Sarah.

"I'm sure I could be persuaded to let him go if the right deal was made," he said, running a finger down the side of her body and looking her over again. Fed up, tired and incredibly disgusted, Sarah, without even thinking, slapped him across the face as hard as she could.

"There's no way in hell I would ever do that, you white trash pig," she spat, watching the rage swell up in his eyes. In one quick movement, he had her pinned to the cop car with her hands behind her back, a pair of cuffs around her wrists.

"That wasn't a very smart thing to do Ms. Williams," he said, shoving her forcefully into the back of the car. Walking to the Jeep, he turned it off and locked it then walked back to the car. Jareth looked at Sarah, who merely shrugged her shoulders.

"Sarah, why did you do that?"

"Because he's a pig and I figured if you were going to jail, hell, I might as well join you. There's always a first for everything."

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After they had gotten to the police station and had been finger printed, Sarah was allowed her one phone call. She waited for the other line to answer, getting anxious when the final ring neared. But then a voice spoke up.

"Hello?"

"Jess, it's Sarah."

"Where are you guys? You should have been home over and hour ago"

"Um, yeah, about that. We're going to need you to come bail us out."

"Sarah…what do you mean 'bail us out'?"

"Um, Jareth and I have been arrested."

A/N: So there you go…the next chapter. Hope you guys like it. Tell me what you think. I can't wait to see what's going to happen.