AN: Here you go! I'll just put down the disclaimer and then get on with it! R&R please!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the material that you recognize. That goes to its rightful owners! I do however own the plot, and I would very much appreciate if you would not copy any of my hard work without permission from me first. (honestly, it's fanfiction, it's obvious that we don't own it, why is it necessary to do these?)

Classes seem to be drag on forever and I found myself yawning and wondering more about my missing memories than any of the content of the lessons. At the end of the day, Mrs. James pulled me aside.

"Sarah, are you alright? Is everything okay?"

"Why do you ask, Mrs. James?"

"You just seem to be paying less attention to class these past few days, I was just wondering why?"

"I've just been having some serious problems with something personal."

Her face crumpled into a concerned look, "Is there any way I can help, dear?"

"I don't think so; I'm just… just..."

Just what?" she prompted.

I sighed, "It's nothing. Memories of a time I hadn't realized I'd forgotten are resurfacing. They are just… just really messing with my head and I can't seem to focus on anything but remembering…"

"This isn't like you, Williams. If you need help, you know how to reach me. Promise you will?"

I laughed lightly, "I'm alright, Mrs. James, really, I think a slightly traumatizing event occurred on a night a few years back and I blocked it. I'm fine though, and I'm sorry if I have been a little out of sorts."

She smiled warmly, "its fine, Dear. Just make sure your papers are turned in on time and I'm sure we can work something out if we have to." She winked conspiratorially and walked away. I just stood there for a moment, shaking my head. I was amazed at this. I started with just Les trying to help me with this, and now I have three people buzzing around me like bees.

I walked up the drive to the house and noticed a figure standing on my porch, leaning against the railing and looking straight at me. He was dressed the same as always, black shirt, leather jacket, dark glasses, dark jeans, but this time, as I looked him over, my heart skipped a beat, my breath quickened, and I couldn't help a blush that spread over my body when his lips lifted in a smile as he spotted me. I quickened my pace, eager to go inside where I could find a distraction, and stumbled on the porch steps, my bag flying off my arm when I threw out a hand to catch myself.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement and then I was caught, one arm around my waist, the other snaking between my breasts to grab my shoulder. My arms automatically wrapped around the ones holding me as I was pulled against a hard chest, my head dropping back against his shoulder and I felt myself relaxing into him as the adrenaline cooled. Then, my heart sped up again as the warmth, scent, and feel of him penetrated my senses. He chuckled against my hair and I blushed again, pushing away from him. He held me still for a split second, probably to show me that he could, then released me carefully and picked up my bag, waiting for me to open the door.

Still blushing, I unlocked it and swung it open, letting us in. I turned on the desk light and spread out my homework before sitting down to complete it, simultaneously pulling up another chair for him. He tossed his coat onto the rack and lowered himself into it as I turned my attention to the books before me. The usual hour passed and Jareth set down his pencil, leaned back in the chair and turned to watch me complete my work. I finished surprisingly quickly and spun to face him, deciding to ignore the incident from earlier.

Taking a deep breath, I jumped in. "I had another dream last night."

"And?"

"You were in it…."

He looked at me and smirked, "What exactly was I doing there?"

I blushed, knowing full well what he meant. "For you information, you were the bad guy!" I rethought that for a second as his face fell slightly, "Well, actually… I guess I asked you to do it… Oh, I don't even know anymore! I suppose I asked that the child be taken and you took him. You wouldn't have if I hadn't said the words…."

He smiled slightly at the smorgasbord of words that had tumbled out of my mouth. "I see. Did you write it down?"

"Ummm…. Yeah. I'll just let you read it." I yawned and grabbed my notebook from my room, flipping through it on my way back and then again as I sat down. After flipping through a third time, I realized something… I groaned. "It's not in this one! I must have put it in one of the school notebooks... ugh; we'll have to look through all of them until we find it I suppose…"

"What a pity. I was hoping we could get more figured out today…" he murmured, looking at me.

I shivered visibly.

"Are you alright, Precious?"

"Fine. I'm just overly tired and I just had a flashback to the dream. You said that first part in it is all."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Interesting… shall we find the notebook, then?"

"I think it was a blue one… or a green one." I sighed, "Let's get to work, I suppose."

We sorted through six notebooks before finding the right one.

"Here it is," he cried, pulling a folded over one out of the pile.

"How do you know?" I asked, snatching it.

"Because it has my name on it…." He looked at me, smirking suddenly, "Unless, of course, there is another entry with my name in it. That looks suspiciously like a diary."

I glared at him before going back to scanning over it. "Yep, this is the one. See if you can make heads or tails of it, Jareth," I replied, slapping it against his chest.

He smiled at me, then picked it up and started reading. I moved to put away my work and he caught my hand, pulling me down to the couch next to him and tucking me against his side.

"Jareth! Let go of me!" I jerked away, embarrassed.

He glanced up at me, smiling a little, "Sorry, my sister used to sit like that with me whenever she gave me something she wrote. I would begin to read it over and she would squirm her way in, waiting for what I would say. Soon, it became habit to tuck her there if she gave me something to critique." He grinned at me, "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

I relaxed a little, "no, I just overreacted a little," I replied, blushing a little. I sat slowly back down, moving cautiously to sit in my previous position. He smiled slightly and slowly draped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. I relaxed into him a little as he refocused his attention on the dream; it was my turn to watch him. His expressions were fun to watch and I found myself becoming absorbed in him as he continued to read.

His hand began absently stroking my hair and I relaxed further, savoring the feel of it. The last person to play with my hair this way was my mother. It was the night before she left and she was sitting in my room, reading labyrinth to me as she stroked my hair. That night, she had told me she loved me and the next morning, she was gone. I hadn't seen her since. I was six at the time. I felt my eyes slip closed as I concentrated on the feel of his fingers combing through my hair.

I woke up curled against something warm. A delicious scent surrounded me and I nuzzled into it, savoring the feeling of safety and love surrounding me. Something was stroking my hair and I was more content than I had been in a long time. Then I noticed that my pillow was moving in a steady rhythm. Up down, up down. I remembered who was stroking my hair before I fell asleep and where I had caught that scent before and I froze. I heard a sigh and my pillow rose and fell much more heavily for a second before settling back into its previous rhythm. The hand on my hair never stopped moving, though.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around, still too sleepy to pitch a fit yet. I was lying against his chest as he leaned back against the arm of the couch. He had wrapped one of his arms securely around my waist, keeping me from rolling around too much and the other was holding my head against his shoulder and stroking my hair. The notebook was on the floor and the window was dark. I knew I should get up, but he was sooooo warm and comfy and I hadn't felt this way in a long, long time. I had certainly never felt it with a guy before. As I contemplated this, I felt his eyes on me and realized that I had to get off him and freak out or he would never give me peace about it. Worse, he would expect us to be more than just friends and I refused to enter into a heartbreak relationship.

I gritted my teeth and harshly shoved myself into a sitting position, preparing to freak. "Jareth!" I freaked, "What are you doing?"

He chuckled at me and smoothed his rumpled clothes. "Nothing, Pet. You fell asleep and weren't replying when I tried to wake you up, so I moved so that you would be more comfortable. Besides, you were already practically laying on me already; I simply made it so that you wouldn't be sore when you awoke."

I opened my mouth to say something and he continued.

"Before you say it, I would have put you in your bed, but you wouldn't let go of my shirt." He lightly placed his hands over mine, "See? You still haven't."

I looked down and realized that he was right; I still had a death-grip on his shirt. Hastily, I removed my hands from his chest and stood up, my argument foiled. I walked toward the bathroom, needing a minute to compose myself before I mentioned how late it was and kicked him out.

"Where are you going, Pet?" He asked as he brushed up against my back. I jumped a foot and snapped back a reply, "To the bathroom! Stop following me!"

I knew he was smiling without turning around, "I'll wait for you on the couch; we still haven't talked about your dream."

"Yea, ok." Damn, I'd forgotten about that. Looks like I would have to be near him until Leslie came home from work. I shut the bathroom door behind me and sat down on the toilet, dropping my head into my hands and taking a few deep breaths.

I needed to get myself under control, because if I didn't, he would break down my defenses and I'd wind up hurt again, or hurting him when I told him that I couldn't love him, the same as the others…

A few moments later, with that in mind, I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed some food from the kitchen, bringing it to the couch and flopping down next to him, careful to keep some space between us. After a few moments of eating, I turned towards him, "what do you think?"

"About the dream? Or why you left so quickly?"

I fought off a blush. "The dream of course!" I snapped.

"I think there is an element of our current relationship in there, along with the memories we have already stirred up. I also think that at least some of the dream is true."

"What do you mean, 'our current relationship'?" I nearly shrieked.

"Well, you are seeing me as someone offensive to you, when really; I am doing everything you ask of me."

I stared at him. "How the hell does the dream have anything to do with my memories, then?"

"Probably because it was a memory… for the most part. You remembered most of that the last time I was over, you simply gained a little more, like wishing him away the right way, you see?"

I was quiet for a moment, "you aren't doing everything I ask of you."

"How so?"

"You don't listen to anything I tell you to do, like not talking during homework that first time or when you don't drop something when I tell you to. Or in the beginning, when I said I didn't want to know you and you pushed at me until I asked!"

He smiled that infuriating smirk at me, "but you did want to know me, the curiosity was killing you and I gave you a way to ask without making it seem like you wanted to. As for the homework, I asked a single question, wondering how aware of me you were. Notice I haven't spoken a single time since the initial interruption?"

I sighed, unable to refute his logic, "whatever, just drop it, will you?" I knew that if he didn't, I would have the perfect argument against him, the third thing, the one he hadn't mentioned, failing to drop it.

"Do you truly want me to drop it? Or are you merely saying it?"

I dropped my head into my hands for the second time that night.

"Jareth…" I moaned.

I thought I heard him suck in a breath. "Yes, Sarah?" his accent was slightly stronger than before.

I ignored the reactions my body had to it, "drop it, okay?"

"As you wish."

I heard the key turn in the lock and jumped up, knowing that Leslie would have groceries, because it was her turn to do the shopping. We helped her bring them in and as soon as everything was put away, I felt an arm wrap around my waist and pull me against him while Leslie was in the other room. I started to pull away, but he brought his other hand up, holding a crystal and I couldn't help but stare at it, wondering if it would evoke any memories.

"Sarah, I've brought you a gift."

My breath hitched, "what is it?"

"It's a crystal. Nothing more. But if you turn it this way, and look into it, it'll show you your dreams." Somehow, he was sending it over his hand in a fashion identical to the one in my dream. "Do you want it?"

"Yes…" I spoke the words that I longed to say in my dream, "yes, I want it. What for it?" I knew that this one wouldn't be free.

"A kiss." I could hear the grin in his voice and I wanted to jerk away right then, but I wanted the crystal more, so much more. "You want to know what happened that night," a small voice whispered in my head, "you want your dreams."

Slowly, I turned around and looked up. I found my lips an inch from his. "Fine, Jareth. But only because I want to know what I forgot."

"Of course, Precious."

At the moment before I spoke, I no longer cared about getting the crystal, only wanted his lips on mine. I lifted my head slightly and they touched for a moment before I decided to pull away. I was stopped with a pressure on the back of my head as he pressed his mouth onto mine, forcing a jolt of electricity through me. My arms flew up to wrap around him and I felt his hand tangle in my hair as the other wrapped around my waist, crushing me to him. I was lost in the feel of him and happy to give up control for once.

"Hey, Sarah, I need a little help with—crap, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

My roommate's voice snapped me back to reality just as he was about to deepen the kiss and I pulled quickly away, panting. "There. Now give me the crystal."

He looked as ruffled as I felt, and there was an odd flame in his eyes, one I had never seen before. "Of course, Pet. Here you are," his voice was a little rough and his accent was thicker than I had ever heard it, insuring that I barely controlled a shiver. He held out the crystal and as I reached out to take it, words from my dream left me shaken and confused, ...but what no one knew was that the king of the goblins had fallen in love with the girl…

The crystal dropped into my hand and I pulled myself together to look at it. There was something different about this one, but I couldn't place it. I felt him watching me and looked up into heated mismatched eyes. It felt as though he was devouring me with his gaze. I jerked my attention to Leslie. "What did you need, Les?"

"Oh, nothing much, just a little help with this dress I'm designing. I need a model, I hope you don't mind. And I'm really sorry for interrupting."

"Oh, it's not a big deal," I brushed it off, "I was about to pull away anyways, he wanted a kiss in exchange for a crystal and I figured I'd better make it good or he might want another one."

"Oh, I want another one," I heard his velvety voice say behind me, "But you earned that crystal fair and square."

I smiled at Leslie, slightly embarrassed. "Let me see the dress. Jareth, you are not staying here while I change my clothes or prance around the house in my underwear. Get out."

"As you wish, Precious," he answered. I was surprised that he didn't put up a fight at all, just grabbed his coat and headed for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sarah. Goodbye, Leslie," he threw over his shoulder.

"See you tomorrow, Jareth…" I answered, still reeling from the kiss. The moment the door shut, I collapsed to the couch, my fingers on my lips as I replayed it in my mind and stared at the crystal.

"Damn, Sarah. He's not the only one who's got it bad!" My roommate broke into my thoughts.

"Yea right!" I cried.

"Oh, come on, Sarah. I've known you since first grade. I know all your tells!"

"I am not in love with Jareth King!" I protested.

She just smiled. "So I need you to model this dress for me, change into it, please. It's strapless, so take off your bra."

I snatched the green fabric from her hand and changed into it, not bothering to go to the bathroom. We'd known each other forever and had enough sleepovers over the years. Add that to living together for the past few years and there wasn't really a point. We had seen everything there was to see at any age and it wasn't a big deal. We were both girls after all.

The dress was gorgeous! The skirt was made of layers of sheer veil-like material with a darker solid beneath it. The bodice was strapless and had diamond-like sequins encrusted in it. It was the same color as the underskirt and hugged my curves, dipping low enough to show off what looked to be a fair amount of cleavage, even with my small breasts. There would be no wearing anything under it. The skirt had trails of sparkles running down it that were invisible until I moved and the color itself made my eyes pop out, clearly showing that they were two different shades. I loved it.

She stood back for a minute, looking before she moved to work on it, tightening it in so that it wouldn't fall if I moved around too much and marking a spot on the skirt to cut off, since it pooled a little too much on the floor. "Leslie, if I ever get married, you're designing my wedding dress, understood?"

"Yay! Of course, I'll design it, silly! And I'll plan your wedding, too!" she shrieked. I laughed and got stabbed with a needle for moving around too much.

After about a half hour of standing there, she told me to take it off. "Wow, Les, usually it takes you a lot longer to fix it once it's on me…"

"Well, I've figured out a trick to making it fit you a little better. I made this one slightly smaller than I thought I'd need it. It seemed to have worked. Do you like it?"

"I love it, Leslie! It's probably your best one yet. Your teacher is gonna love it. Do you need me to come to your class and model it off for you?"

"Oh, would you, Sarah? That would be perfect! I know exactly how to put up your hair, and what to do with your make-up, and—"

I tuned her out, knowing that she didn't really mean for me to listen. Smiling, I picked up a few of the stray items laying around and put them away, waiting for her to wind down.

"Did you hear me?"

"What? Sorry, I was tuning out the planning portion. Was there something important said after that?"

She laughed, "I just asked what happened while I was gone. Did you regain any more memories? We didn't get a chance to talk at all during lunch."

I brought her my notebook and let her read the dream. When she finished, she turned back to me, obviously planning to gather as much information as possible before actually figuring anything out.

"What happened after he read it?"

"After? Ummm..."

Her eyes widened. "Sarah, what happened before and while he was reading it?"

I blushed, remembering him catching me and cuddling me. "!"

She started to grin, "I only understood that you tripped and I thought I heard that he caught you. What happened? Slower this time!"

I took a deep breath, focusing on my speed, "I tripped on the porch and he caught me and then I fell asleep on him while he was reading the dream…"

"Yes!" she shrieked. "It's about freakin' time, girl! Now tell me everything!"

I laughed and started from when I walked and saw him standing on the porch and how my heart had beat faster. I ended with the kiss and how it had felt like a current was running through me.

She was practically bouncing as I finished. "I knew it!"

"Knew what?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

"Sarah! Don't you get it? You've fallen in love with Jareth King! Moreover, your memories are tied to him directly! Think what that could mean!"

"Are you suggesting that we met on that night?"

"That's exactly what I am suggesting! He probably forgot it, too! If your memories are tied to him and he's trying to give them back toyoubutisn'tmentioningitatall—"

Leslie!" I shouted over her rising thoughts, "slow down and figure it out calmly!" I laughed, curious as to what she was saying.

"Alright. Maybe, whatever traumatizing thing you're trying to remember happened to him and so his memories of it are blocked even stronger than yours. Or maybe," here her eyes widened comically, "he remembers it perfectly and is trying to get you to remember so that you guys can be together again! That is soooooo sweet!"

I busted up laughing. "Leslie, I don't think he's the type to wait for seven years before looking for the girl he knew for one night!"

Her face fell a little, "you're right… damn. I was hoping it would be romantic like that. Nevertheless, you have to admit, it is a little weird that he is so obviously in love with you so quickly! And the fact that his crystals activate these memories, and how you feel like you can trust him regardless of the fact that you just met him!" she paused for a moment. "Besides, how do you even know it was just for one night?"

I smiled at her, "because if it had been any longer than a night, I would have told you about it, remember? I told and still do tell you everything, especially at that age."

"Oh. Yeah, I forgot about that…."

I just shook my head and walked toward my room, the crystal still clutched in my hand.

Sarah, wait!"

"What?" I turned around.

"What do you think? Are you in love with him?" she asked me gently.

"I don't know," I sighed, "all I know is that I am more attracted to him than any guy I've ever met. He matches up with my basis for comparison, I guess."

"Who's that?" she asked, cocking her head.

I opened my mouth to respond and shut it again, "I don't know, Les. He was tall and blond, that's all I can remember."

She smiled, "well, I guess we've got plenty of time to figure it out, right?"

I nodded, "I'm going to bed now, okay?"

Alright, I'll finish up out here with a few notes on the dress and then I'll head to bed, too. See you in the morning," she smiled.

"Yea, see you tomorrow. Night."

"Night."

I slipped into bed and set the crystal on my pillow next to me, sinking back into his arms as I drifted to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with the crystal pressed to my lips.

AN: there, what did you guys think? Is it moving too fast? Too slow? Honestly, how was the kiss? It's my first one and I have no idea how I did. I don't have a basis for comparison. I've never been kissed, haha. Anyways, review, please? And seriously, feel free to chew me out for anything I did wrong here! I gotta learn somehow! And just to clear something up, she's sinking into the memory of being in his arms, not his actual arms, haha.