Author's Note: Well, here it is at last. The end! Enjoy! By the way, I don't know that there will be a sequel, but one never knows. Thank you so much for all your reviews and support! Whee!!
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Epilogue
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Sarah reached up to adjust the rear view mirror of her car. The vehicle had been a gift from Jareth, and as such, was not a normal car. It never needed gas or oil or any other maintenance, and very nearly drove itself. But the rear view still got out of joint somehow.
She dropped her had just as the light turned green. It was early morning, and the road was nearly deserted as Sarah sped toward the theater. Opening night of the new play was tonight, and rehearsals started at dawn. She was nearly there when the rear view shimmered, and Jareth's reflection appeared. Sarah swerved to the side of the road and scowled.
"How many times have I told you not to do that while I'm driving?" she demanded. The reflection looked innocent.
"Sorry. But these new carpet samples just came in, and Jareth is being absolutely intolerable. I wanted your opinion. It's for your bedroom." Sarah sighed.
"Let's see it." The reflection beamed and held up the two samples. One was a soft, dark green. The other was wine red. Sarah studied them, tapping her finger on her chin.
"The red one."
"That's what I thought, too. Thank you!" He vanished, and Sarah got back on the road.
After the play, which Jareth and all her friends attended, Sarah went home to the Underground. The Goblin King smiled warmly.
"You were wonderful, darling," he told her. Sarah grinned.
"Thanks. I think your reflection put new carpeting in our bedroom..."
"Well, then we had best go take a look at it!" Jareth scooped her up in his arms and off they went. The reflection appeared briefly in the mirror once they were gone. He smirked to himself and took a moment to quote a famous Aboveground bard.
"'We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call.
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.'"
And he, too, vanished in a sparkling swirl.
"Credits roll, closing music plays, the end. At least until the sequel," quipped Jareth's feminine side.
THE END
(really.)
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Epilogue
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Sarah reached up to adjust the rear view mirror of her car. The vehicle had been a gift from Jareth, and as such, was not a normal car. It never needed gas or oil or any other maintenance, and very nearly drove itself. But the rear view still got out of joint somehow.
She dropped her had just as the light turned green. It was early morning, and the road was nearly deserted as Sarah sped toward the theater. Opening night of the new play was tonight, and rehearsals started at dawn. She was nearly there when the rear view shimmered, and Jareth's reflection appeared. Sarah swerved to the side of the road and scowled.
"How many times have I told you not to do that while I'm driving?" she demanded. The reflection looked innocent.
"Sorry. But these new carpet samples just came in, and Jareth is being absolutely intolerable. I wanted your opinion. It's for your bedroom." Sarah sighed.
"Let's see it." The reflection beamed and held up the two samples. One was a soft, dark green. The other was wine red. Sarah studied them, tapping her finger on her chin.
"The red one."
"That's what I thought, too. Thank you!" He vanished, and Sarah got back on the road.
After the play, which Jareth and all her friends attended, Sarah went home to the Underground. The Goblin King smiled warmly.
"You were wonderful, darling," he told her. Sarah grinned.
"Thanks. I think your reflection put new carpeting in our bedroom..."
"Well, then we had best go take a look at it!" Jareth scooped her up in his arms and off they went. The reflection appeared briefly in the mirror once they were gone. He smirked to himself and took a moment to quote a famous Aboveground bard.
"'We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call.
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.'"
And he, too, vanished in a sparkling swirl.
"Credits roll, closing music plays, the end. At least until the sequel," quipped Jareth's feminine side.
THE END
(really.)