***Hello lovelies, I just want to take a second to say thank you to my readers (don't worry, this isn't a goodbye note). I knew starting this story that creating a romance between Jareth and an OC would be difficult, like many of you I myself often find it rather unconvincing when it's attempted in fanfiction because it seems to uncharacteristic for Jareth to love anyone other than Sarah. But! For some crazy reason you all seem to enjoy my story (I assume as you have kept reading) and that has been such a great inspiration for me to continue writing. Now, here's the thing. I have recently been bombarded with messages from multiple users asking me multiple questions in regards to the plot of my story and I'm sorry but I just can't tolerate that. If you want to know what happens, then read my story. If you don't like the concept of a Jareth and OC romance, then don't read my story. Simple as that. I'm writing this as a warning; if you continuously message me, to the point of harassment, in attempts to have me reveal plotlines and story twists, you WILL BE BLOCKED. I'm sorry if that seems rude, but I simply cannot stand it anymore. Anyway! Now let's get back to our story, and as always enjoy your new chapter my lovelies!***

Overall, it had been a rather productive year since bringing the humans from the salt mines to the city. The humans had been an incredible addition to the population and contributed in such remarkable ways. The junklands had been completely cleaned out and instead farms were established. The humans began growing crops of human foods, such as carrots, potatoes, pumpkins, squash, and all sorts of other foods that the goblins began to value. Jareth had been so impressed with how the goblins and humans got along that he even made the decision to expand the human village and bring the humans he had previously sent to the salt mines back to the city as well.

Everything seemed to be fantastic in the kingdom, but Jareth still felt as if he was missing something; or more accurately, someone. As he sat sprawled out across his throne, staring up at the ceiling with a curious gaze in his eyes, his mind began to fill with thoughts of Sarah. It had been so long since she had crossed his mind, having had Elle there had distracted him from thoughts of the girl who had rejected him all those years before. The more he came to accept the truth that Elle had not been "the one", the more he started to think back on Sarah and how he truly believed she had been the girl from the prophecy.

"Asha," He called out for Asha as he sat up in his throne. "I have an idea!" He shouted as he stood to his feet, a strange sense of excitement coming over him as he began to pace around the throne room.

Asha, as if she had been just outside the door, rushed into the throne room. "What is it?" She asked simply as she watched him walking back and forth.

"I'm tired of being lonely," He proclaimed, "And I'm sick of just sitting here and doing nothing about it."

"Okay…?" Asha seemed confused, unsure of where exactly he was taking this.

"The kingdom is flourishing, my subjects are happy, everything here is going so great, and all that's missing is for me to share all this success with someone." He continued on. "And I already know exactly who that someone is!" Jareth insisted as he finally stopped to face Asha. "Sarah." He spoke her name simply, causing a rather immediate reaction of negativity from Asha.

"Jareth, have you lost your mind?" She asked him as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Excuse me?" Jareth was shocked by her rebuttal.

"Jareth, it has been so long…and she's a human…" It was obvious as Asha spoke that Jareth wasn't picking up on the implications she was attempting to make. "Jareth, she's probably a very old woman by now."

"So?" Jareth shrugged. "I'm over thousands of years old."

"But you don't age." Asha pointed out. "You are immortal, she is not."

"I can fix that," Jareth argued. "I can change her back to the way she was before, when she was younger."

"Jareth that is impossible."

"Nothing is impossible as long as I will it!" Jareth shouted, his otherwise happy demeanor now seeming to reach a breaking point under Asha's scrutiny. "I will find her, Asha, and I will bring her back here. Nothing you can possibly say can change my mind. I've been lonely for too damn long and it's about damn time I have some happiness."

"I'm not saying you don't deserve to be happy, I'm just saying that this plans seems rather…desperate." Asha insisted.

"I will make it work, you have to trust me. Sarah was, and always will be, the one. I lost her once, and that was my fault. But now I'm going to bring her back and will finally be mine."

"She wasn't the one," Asha spoke, daring to bring up what she knew he refused to believe. "Elle was the one."

"No!" He shouted. "The prophecy said the girl would leave on her own accord, but I banished her. She didn't fit the prophecy, she was not the one!" Jareth insisted. "Sarah was the one. You'll finally see that once I convince her to come back here with me."

In the human world, living comfortably in a brownstone in New York City, was a retired Broadway and Tony award winning actress. She was old now, much too old to perform, with wrinkled skin and silver hair. In recent years she filled her time writing stories, becoming a published author for her fantasy works. Her failing eyesight, however, made it difficult to write any longer. Her days became dull, routine and uneventful. Nothing like how she used to live while still in her youth. She longed for something more adventurous, the way things had been when she was young and healthy; but she was old and had a list of health concerns as long as her arm.

When her children came to visit it made it things seem less boring around her home, especially when they would bring her grandchildren as well. But when she divorced their father a few years ago, after she caught him cheating with his assistant from work, they seemed to visit less and less each month. She felt lonely, and eager for something to give her life meaning once again.

"Sarah," A voice called from outside her front door. She had been sitting in her den, trying to read the morning paper but failing miserably at making out the tiny words. She recognized the voice as her brother, Toby. As quickly as an old woman like herself could manage, Sarah shuffled across her den, through the foyer, and to the front door to let her brother in. She saw him on the porch, with an umbrella open as the rain came down on him, holding a key in her other hand. "Did you change the locks?" He asked as he made his way into the home.

"I fired my maid," Sarah informed him simply as she shut the door behind him. "Caught her styling my old jewelry. I didn't know if she had made copies of the keys or not, so I just changed the locks." She explained as she took his umbrella for him as he removed his coat. "Want some tea?"

"I can't stay long, I just wanted to come by and talk to you." Toby spoke as he made his way to the den, Sarah followed behind. Toby was old as well, obviously not as old as Sarah, but despite his age still remained in prime health. It amazed Sarah how fit he was; he ate well and worked out almost every day to stay in good shape. Toby took a seat in the large green armchair that her ex-husband had often favored, while Sarah sat across from her where she had been seated before. "There's no easy way to say this, but I've been promoted." Toby was the assistant manager at a popular luxury chain hotel in the city.

"Well that's great!" Sarah exclaimed.

"But, I have to move." Toby informed her. "They want me to run the hotel and casino they're opening in Vegas."

"Vegas…" Sarah repeated as the news hit her.

"I wanted to tell you in person," Toby insisted. "I love you, and I would hate to leave you, but I'd regret it if I don't take this opportunity."

"And you should take it." Sarah exclaimed as she looked at her brother with a loving smile. "This is wonderful for you Toby, and I would hate to think you would consider not accepting the job because of me. So go to Vegas, maybe even finally meet a woman and get married. Stop feeling like you have to stay here to take care of me."

"Sarah, are you sure?"

"Of course." She smiled softly, leaning back in her seat as she inhaled a soft breath, "Go to Vegas and have a real adventure."