A/N: For all of you confused about why Sarah seems so bipolar through the chapters, let me remind you: these are all one-shots. Each chapter is a separate story though some may seem like they have connections to each other.

Sarah looked around the banquet hall. She had never seen it this full before. Jareth had told her to dress up for dinner tonight because he was throwing a ball this evening. Apparently, he throws random ones a lot. She played with the ruffles on her skit, not quite sure where she should sit. Hearing someone call her name she looked up to see Jareth waving her over to a long table lined with empty wine bottles. Also sitting at the table were her friends Hoggle, Sir Didymus, and Ludo. She joined her friends and ate in peace until the musicians took their spots and began the music. Everyone had gotten up with a partner and was dancing-even Hoggle and Ludo who brought their own dates-except Sarah. Feeling obligated to at least stand, she went to a far wall near the dance floor and watched the group of swirling colors.

"Would you like to danssse dear?" Jareth slide up next to Sarah and held out his arm. Seeing an empty wine bottle in his hand she shook her head, but he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Oh comes on now, I won't not going to killz you." He giggled at his failed attempt at a proper sentence structure. Sarah sighed and took his arm.

"Only one dance." She reminded him. He agreed and threw the bottle over his shoulder, a loud tinkling crash followed. Sarah just shook her head and tried to keep him on his feet. Least to say, the dance was both ungraceful and painful. All throughout the dance (which Sarah preferred to call a stumbling canter) he had stepped on her foot enough times that it worried her that it might be broken, and he kept leaning heavily to his left thinking the world was tilting without him. As the music began to die down he put his head on her shoulder, mumbled something about throw up, and passed out for a few seconds. By the time Sarah got her footing he woke up.

"Oh dears, did I do that?" He giggled. Sarah pulled him back to the long table grumbling about drunken babies and how where they supposed to run a country drunk. When he flopped down he reached for another glass of wine, but Sarah had quickly moved anything to do with alcohol away from his grasp. He shrugged and laid his head down, passing out again, only this time he didn't wake up.

Grumbling again about drunken fools ruining her night she got Ludo and Hoggle to help her drag Jareth back to his room. Sir Didymus was much too busy with the ladies. They threw him on his bed and Ludo and Hoggle left to go back to the ball. Sarah looked down at him, he was face down on the bed still dressed. She pulled off his boots, coat, and vest and started to untuck his shirt which caused him to giggle. Quickly stopping and deciding that was enough, she pulled the blanket over him and went to her own room to get ready for bed. Even though she could still hear the music going she was too tired to tread back down there.

The next morning she passed by Jareth's room and heard him throwing up. Going in she saw his head in a trash can and his hair a complete mess.

"Jareth…do you want me to get you something?"

"Go away," he moaned. She stayed for a few more second, but he looked up at her and she knew she'd better get out of the room.

It wasn't until around dinner time when she saw Jareth again. He looked fresh and new, the previous image completely erased.

"Good morning Sarah."

"It's afternoon."

"Whatever, do you feel like dancing?"

"What? Last time I danced with you you crushed my feet and-"

"I know and I'm sorry. But this time will be better, I promise." He came over to her and lead her to the ball room. This time it was completely empty except for the band. When they got to the dance area the band began to play a soft melody. To Sarah's surprise Jareth actually danced pretty well. It reminded her of the first time he held her like this and they danced in her dream. Sarah's eyes began to glisten with tears.

"Oh dear, I didn't break your foot last night did I?"

"No, it's not that. It's just that…I'm going to miss you." When she looked up their faces were an inch apart. Her breath caught in her throat when he leaned even closer and whispered,

"Then don't leave me."