Sarah pulled into a spot near the front door, thankful that she didn't have to park in the back of the lot this time. Driving in the heels had proved to be a minor challenge, but she'd made it to the Underground in one piece. The shoes were gorgeous and shined beautifully in the dimming light of twilight, but she knew her feet would be barking by the time she got home later. She moved quickly through the busy parking lot and felt confident that she could skip the line of young adults waiting to enter. Sure enough, when she reached the door, the bouncer ushered her inside without a second thought. Sarah carefully made her way through the darkness, not wanting to twist an ankle; soon she made it to the door and moved swiftly through the dimly lit stairwell. When she reached the bottom, she pulled open the door and stood frozen as she took in the change in the surrounding club.

The walls were lined with mirrors that reached from floor to ceiling; it gave the appearance that the dance floor and surrounding tables went on endlessly. The lights that hung from the giant chandelier had multiplied, and now spread from the center of the room clear to its edges, covering the ceiling in a layer of twinkling lights that were truly breathtaking. The stage was empty, but there was soft music coming through the speakers, nothing like what you would expect in a club; however none of the guests seemed to mind the mellow atmosphere. Each table contained a centerpiece, in the middle of which was a large crystal ball sitting atop a tangle of white lights, giving each ball a beautiful glittering effect.

Sarah shifted nervously on her feet, she felt a stirring of apprehension at the back of her mind, but decided to dismiss it as nerves.

"Beautiful." Sarah jumped at the voice in her ear, spinning around she calmed when she realized it was Jack.

"Thank you," she replied, and took a moment to appreciate his beauty. Now that she knew who he really was and, the façade was gone and his silver eyes gleamed in the twinkling lights. He looked otherworldly, which she realized, is what he was. He wore a pair of gray jeans, torn and worn, and a black button up shirt, the top button left open, a silver chain glistened around his neck, but disappeared under the shirt. She reached forward to push a strand of white hair from his eyes, but he pulled out of reach, with a minute shake of his head. She gave him a questioning look.

"We're being watched." He whispered, keeping his eyes on hers. She dropped her hand and glanced around nervously. "I know that you are meeting Jareth here at ten, but I needed to see you first. There are things that I can't explain, but Sarah…" He trailed off and thrust a shaking hand through his hair. "Come with me." He turned and began walking to the right of the stage, near the bar. With little choice but to follow, Sarah made her way down the stairs and was mildly surprised, when Jack stopped before a door hidden in the darkness. He waited til she caught up, then pushed the door open, stepping aside to allow her entrance.

Jack closed the door securely behind him and they were cast into darkness.

"Jack, what…" She began, but was cut off as he grabbed her hand, pulling her against him. She lost her balance in the heels and would have fallen, but for his arm around her waist.

"Not yet," he whispered, and Sarah felt his breath soft against her cheek. She stood against him, but he made no move on her, and she began to feel awkward, standing so close in the darkness. After about ten seconds, she opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced by a sudden, freezing breeze that blew around them. The breeze picked up til it was a stronger wind, and she felt the sting of the cold on her nose. "Hold onto me." Jack whispered, she hesitated a moment, before slipping her arms around his neck, linking her fingers behind his head. His arm around her waist tightened as the wind picked up still more, until it felt like they were standing in a freezing hurricane.

"Jack!" She exclaimed pressing into him, suddenly scared. He didn't answer and she closed her eyes against the cold and fear. Finally, just as she felt she was going to begin to panic, the wind stopped, completely.

"Sarah." Jack whispered into her ear, and Sarah cracked her eyes open, then wider as she took in her surroundings.

She stood in a dimly lit room, and pulling herself from Jack's grasp, looked around herself in awe. The walls were stark white, covered in a layer of glistening white glitter, The floor of the room was a light gray marble, and directly beneath her feet was a white rug, that looked to be made of fur, but from what animal she didn't know. A large couch took up the majority of the room, it was a dark, charcoal gray and looked plush and comfortable. The light fixtures looked to be made of crystal or, possibly, diamond, each spaced evenly on the wall, and were the size of her forearm, a soft glow emitting from within. A giant fireplace had been carved directly into the wall, and danced with an unexpected blue flame.

Sarah turned and met Jack's eyes, a question in her own.

"Where are we?" She asked and he smiled softly.

"The Northern Summits." He stated simply and Sarah gaped at him.

"What? How did we..?" Her question trailed off as he stepped towards her.

"We don't have much time, Sarah," He began, stopping with mere inches between them, "I needed to talk to you, and this is the only place I knew we couldn't be spied on." He paused and took a shuddering breath, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"What is it?" She whispered, trembling slightly at his touch. His eyes bore into hers, the silver darkening to a molten gray.

"Tonight…" a look of panic flashed in his eyes and he grasped her face between his hands, placing his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. "Tonight, I will lose you." He whispered and Sarah's eyes widened, surprised.

"Jack, what do you mean? How will you lose me?" She placed her hands over his and he pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes, the pain was plain on his face. She narrowed her eyes in confusion. "How? How are you going to lose me?" She implored and he shook his head.

"I.. I can't. I told you I can't discuss it, but I…" he took a shuddering breath and Sarah's heart broke for him, "I will lose you, but I had to tell you before… before." He paused again and with a sigh he buried his face into her shoulder. "Sarah, you have done, what I thought no one could do. Before this, before you… I was ice, frozen, but you…" he paused again and with a heart wrenching cry, he pulled his head back and kissed her, the force of it startling her, and his lips were cold, freezing even, and when he pulled away, her lips stung. "I love you, Sarah." He whispered and she inhaled sharply.

"Jack…" she began, but he kissed her again, silencing her words. As he kissed her, he reached into her hair and pulled each pin out, so that her dark hair fell around her shoulders like a soft wave. Once it was free, he buried his hands in the soft curls and pulled gently, forcing her head to tip back as he broke from her mouth to place gentle, soft kisses along her jaw, and down her neck. She breathed into the air, that had chilled around them, and could see her breath in the dropping temperature. He continued his descent, leaving kisses down her shoulder, with each kiss, Sarah felt the sting against her skin. Though his kisses were cold, her body felt hot, flushed. "Jack," she said again, as a single snowflake fell against her upturned cheek, appearing as if from nowhere. He didn't answer and Sarah watched as more snowflakes began to fall, until they were standing in small, quiet flurry.

"Sarah," Jack whispered, releasing her hair, and she was able to lower her jaw, meeting his eyes, "I have to get you back, but I had to tell you." He ran his knuckles along her jaw line and she bit her lip, reaching forward, she wiped a snowflake from his cheek and he turned his face into her touch, laying a kiss against her palm. "Please, don't tell anyone. No one must know that I…" he didn't finish, but Sarah understood and nodded her agreement. He smiled at her, but it was sad and didn't reach his eyes. "Hold on." He whispered and she stepped into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and laid her cheek against his chest.

"Jack," she started as the wind picked up once more, "I…"

"Don't." he interrupted, wrapping his arms around her tightly, "don't say it." And she didn't, but her eyes filled with tears, one escaping to slip down her cheek, freezing near her mouth, as they were once again swept away.