An Untitled Love Story

by Scatterheart

Sarah/Jareth. After a very depressed Sarah tries to commit suicide, she falls into the Labyrinth again and meets Jareth, and they have to work together *gasp* to defeat someone who is trying to control the kingdom. *tissue warning at the end!*

2. Second Part

An Untitiled Love Story Part 2

CHAPTER FIVE

Falling...
Had they fallen through a hole in the ground? Sarah couldn't see, couldn't speak. She felt the wind rushing by her ears as she fell through the darkness. Jareth was right beside her, holding her arm. It was strangely comforting, even though Sarah knew they were going to die. Nobody can survive a fall this high.
It's actually happening. I'm actually going to-
Thud.
Sarah felt herself land on a semi hard surface. "Agh..." The wind was forced out of her lungs, and she choked a few times before breathing again.
"What happened?" She opened her eyes, which she realized had been closed, and looked around. Her bedroom. She was inside her bedroom, lying in a heap on the carpeted ground.
"Sarah, are you there?" It was Jareth's voice from beside her.
"Yeah. I'm okay. Everything's fine." Was it possible-?
Sarah took a few deep breaths and sat up. For a moment she doubted it, doubted whether it was really her bedroom or not. Maybe it was just an illusion or glamour Aberanne had produced. But no, the room looked exactly as she had left it. Her diary was lying opened on the table, her teddy bear flopped on her pillow. Every last detail. Sarah broke into a grin. "I know what happened, Jareth."
Jareth jumped to his feet, looked around the room uncertainly. "You do? Well then, please enlighten me."
"We're in my room in my apartment. Do you know what happened? We fell through a gap in the veil of the worlds." She held up a hand to Jareth, who pulled her to her feet.
"That's not possible. How come nothing else was sucked inside? And Aberanne? She isn't here."
Sarah smiled widely. "My only guess is that the gap only opens up for a split second before it closes again. In random places, at random times. It's all chance. Do you know how lucky we were to run into one of these gaps? And to fall into my apartment, no less. What if we fell into a supermarket or onto a road or something? That would be bad."
"So the gap closed before Aberanne could get pulled inside?"
"Yeah, that's it. See, she has thinned out the veil between the worlds, but she doesn't know yet how to control the gaps. They keep on popping up and closing everywhere. Like when I fell through the floor in the old house. I fell into the Labyrinth, but nothing else did. The gap closed before the rope and the timbers on the roof fell through. So that means-"
Jareth suddenly cut her off. "What have you been doing with a rope?"
Sarah blanched, her exuberance fading away like sand through a sieve. Did I say rope? Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn... "Oh, it's nothing, it's..."
"Why have you gone inside an abandoned house?"
"It's not your business to know, okay?"
Jareth grabbed her firmly by the shoulders. "Sarah. Tell me."
"It's nothing, can you please drop the subject?"
"You tried to hang yourself, Sarah?" He pressed.
"Of course not! Are you crazy?"
"You are lucky the timbers gave way," Jareth said through his teeth.
Sarah had never seen him angrier. His mouth was a firm line, and his eyes burned into hers.
"I mean, what's it to you?" she asked quietly.
"I don't want to see you dead! There is no reason you should kill yourself!" Jareth exploded.
"Well I'm not dead! I'm right here." To her surprise she felt hot tears begin to run down her face. "That day, I was... really angry. My life was beginning to fall apart. I was too angry to think straight. But deep down, I never really wanted to kill myself. There were just all these... little things that I kept on holding on to. And in the end I decided against doing it, but the table broke from under me while I was standing there and..."
"Don't you ever do that again," he whispered fiercely.
"Never. Look, can we please drop the subject?"
He sighed deeply and let her go. "Yes. We have more important things to do."
Sarah wiped away her tears, cleared her throat. "Yes. Now we know what's happening, right? The thing with the gaps popping up everywhere."
"Yes, Sarah."
"Okay. Now we take care of your cuts and my wrist. I have some bandages and medicine. Hold on." She walked past Jareth and out of the room.
The medicine cabinet was in the kitchen, and Sarah grabbed a roll of ace bandages, rubbing alcohol, and cotton swabs before returning to Jareth. He was in the living room, running one elegant hand lightly over the furniture. Sarah smiled to herself. He had obviously not seen an electric lamp or television set before.
"Your house is beautiful, Sarah," Jareth said as he noticed her. "Such interesting decorations."
"Thanks. This is actually an apartment, though. I have to rent it." She set the materials down on the coffee table and gestured to the sofa next her. "You can sit over there."
Jareth sat down, his body pale against the black leather. Sarah knelt beside him and unscrewed the cap off the alcohol bottle. She took a cotton ball and soaked it in a bit of alcohol.
"Now this is going to sting a little. But you're a big boy aren't you?" She couldn't resist a tease.
"Yes, I think I can handle it." He winked at her.
"Good." Sarah leaned over and dabbled the cotton ball over the cut on his face while her heart picked up speed.
Do you have to be so beautiful? She felt his eyes on her, drinking in her every movement.
She moved down to clean his body, feeling his smooth skin and hard muscles. The steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed...
"All done," she whispered, her breath brushing over his skin.
He stroked her hair. "Thank you. Now let me see your wrist."
She handed him the ace bandages and held out her arm. He slowly untied the cloth around her wrist and replaced it with the bandage. When he was finished, he took her hand and slowly pressed her palm to his lips.
"A kiss will make it better." He smiled.
Sarah smiled back, the palm tingling with the sensations of the kiss. "I think it already is better."
He opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by the loud honk of a car horn from the streets outside.
"What was that?"
Damn car. "Only a car. It's nothing to worry about."
"Is it one of those things I haven't seen before? Like that?" He nodded to the TV set.
"I'll show you the car later, but want to see the TV?" Sarah grabbed the remote on the coffee table and jabbed the "on" button. The TV screen flickered to life.
"I'm impressed." Jareth grinned.
"Yeah, but this is the stupid cooking channel. I'm going to see if there's anything better-"
Before she could touch the remote, however, the cooking show abruptly stopped, and ABC news anchor Jonathan Stevens appeared on the screen. "We interrupt this program with a special news announcement from our ABC station."
Sarah froze. Uh oh. Something bad must have happened.
Something bad did happen. "Sorry to interrupt you from your show, but we have just gotten word from our ABC news correspondent Stan Miller in Oakdale that apparently one hour ago, the Oakdale Fashion Mall had unexpectedly blown up, killing and injuring thousands of people inside. We have no further evidence as to who did this terrible crime, or if it was just an accident caused by some faulty wires inside the mall, but police are working frantically to find any further evidence. Here's Stan Miller joining us live at the site of the tragedy with the newest details."
Stan Miller appeared on the screen along with a handful of solemn faced civilians at his side, the remnants of Oakdale Fashion Mall still smoking a block behind them. Police cars, ambulances, and TV vans were parked all around. "Yes, as a matter of fact, Jonathan, we did come up with some new evidence, we now think that..."
Stan kept on talking, but Sarah couldn't hear him anymore. She had her hand pressed up to her mouth, and was breathing in shallow gasps.
Oh my God...
Jareth looked at Sarah with concern. "What's wrong?"
"Look at the kid in the corner of the screen, Jareth!" She ran up to the TV set and pointed to a little boy whose face was mostly blocked out by the adults surrounding him.
"What?"
"Look! Look at him!"
Jareth inhaled sharply as he saw. The boy had pointed ears.

CHAPTER SIX

"An elf, the boy's an elf!" Sarah shouted in disbelief. She pressed her foot down on the car's accelerator and whizzed past the third red light, narrowly missing a pedestrian crossing the street. "He's a damn elf!"
"Yes, I know," Jareth replied a little unsteadily from the passenger's seat. "Can you slow down? I'm sure those red and green lights mean something."
"Shut up. We're really close to Oakdale. I'm trying to get there before he... disappears or something."
"I don't think we'll find him, Sarah, no matter how fast you go. Can you please slow down!"
"Fine! It's right there! See?" Sarah spun the steering wheel and made a left turn, the tires screeching against the road. "There! There's the mall!"
"Yes, I see it. Now just-"
Sarah swerved to the edge of the road and slammed on the brakes. "Enough of you complaining. We get off here."
Jareth looked at her sourly, his blond hair in disarray. If it had been a normal situation, Sarah would have grinned. This time, she barely noticed his miserable looks. "All right, now get out. We have to get moving."
She opened her own car door, stepped out onto the sidewalk, and slammed it shut. Jareth came after her, glowering. He was hastily dressed in faded jeans, a blue sweater, and sneakers that Sarah's father had left at her apartment. Sarah had smeared a half a bottle of gel on his head to keep the rebellious blond hair down.
It was beginning to stand up again, she noticed in exasperation.
"What kind of clothes does your kind wear?" Jareth snarled. "I can barely move. And my head reeks of perfume."
"You would not want to walk around like you normally do, believe me. Now let's get going!" Sarah grabbed his hand and ran toward the direction of the remains of the fashion mall.
"I cannot wear an awful shirt like this!"
"Oh, please. You look perfectly good."
Understatement.
"The pants are too loose."
"Looks fine."
"My hair is-"
"You, 'sire' are too vain." She stopped running to face him and poked him playfully in the chest. "Now remember this. Just for today, you are not some king, okay? You're a human, and your name's Jerry."
"Jerry?"
She nodded. "So don't get all cocky on me and listen to everything I say because that's how everything is like in my world."
"Sarah-"
"Listen to me. Get rid of your kingly air and... act more like me. You know, more casual. If you know what that means."
"Sarah-"
"Just try to fit in, okay? And do not conjure anything up. No crystals, no snakes, nothing. Do everything I do. Not literally. You get my meaning."
"Sarah-"
"Oh, and you..."
She couldn't finish, because Jareth had grabbed her close by the shoulders and kissed her hard on the lips, his soft mouth pressing firmly against hers. "Shush. Anything you say, all right?" He whispered huskily into her ear.
"O-kay..." Sarah's legs were suddenly feeling unsteady. Her lips and body tingled where it had touched his, and her breathing was shallow. She found that she couldn't tear her gaze away from him.
He was looking at her with an expression she couldn't read. There was something that burned deep in his eyes, something she couldn't put her finger on...
I can't believe it. He actually kissed me-
And then Jareth pivoted away from her and yanked her after him, jolting her out of her thoughts.
"Hurry, Sarah, we don't have forever." The look in his eyes was gone, replaced by the cold, all business glare of the Goblin King.
"Yeah, yeah..."
She ran after him, confusion spinning through her head.
No matter how hard she tried to understand him, he was always going to a mystery.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The closest they could get to the destroyed mall was within two blocks of it. Yards of bright yellow police tape crisscrossed along the trees and stop signs, glistening in the late afternoon sun. A hundred police officers and medical personnel scrambled in and out of the debris, removing survivors from the wreckage and whisking them away to hospitals in screaming ambulances.
About twice as many onlookers and TV cameramen were crowded around the police tapes, hoping to get a better view of the destruction. Some people were crying, wailing, watching helplessly as their loved ones got carried onto stretchers. It was a mass of loud confusion.
"Hey, Jerry!" Sarah strained to be heard over the noise.
Jareth visibly flinched at the name. "What?"
"We gotta split up. You go that way, I go this way. Meet by this sign after fifteen minutes, okay?"
"Sure. I'll see you."
Sarah watched him go, blending effortlessly in with the crowd, and breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't going to attract any unnecessary attention. But then again, with his looks... She scowled as two college girls waggled their eyebrows demurely at him.
You don't flirt in a place like this.
Mentally shaking herself back to business, Sarah pushed through the crowd of people. The elf wasn't going to be hard to spot, considering that there were barely any kids at the scene, and nobody with pointy ears. She walked around, being careful not to overlook anything suspicious. She tried not to look suspicious herself, but soon found out that nobody paid the least bit of attention to her.
Somebody bumped into her thigh and Sarah looked down, alarmed.
It was a boy of five or six with a delicate, freckled face and sandy, chin lengthed hair. He wore a light green tunic, brown leggings, and brown, slipper-like shoes.
"I'm sorry," the little boy stuttered nervously, and began to walk quickly away.
Not so soon.
Sarah silently gave a whoop of joy and hooked the elf by the collar of his tunic. "Timmy! Where were you? I was looking all over for you! You're going to be late for the play, let's go!"
The elf looked at her, fear and confusion mixed in his bright green eyes. "You must be... mistaken."
"Timmy! Don't play around with me or I'll tell your mom. Hurry-"
The elf twisted around and bit her savagely in the hand.
"Ooow!" Sarah instantly lost her grip on his shirt as his pointed teeth sunk into her skin.
Nobody told me elves could bite!
No time for that now... She looked up, and as she had expected, the elf was already making his getaway into the crowd.
"Timmy! Get back right now!" She shoved her way past the people, her usual politeness evaporating. Just the elf. That was all that mattered.
The elf frantically looked back, picked up speed. He was faster than Sarah, and she knew that she would eventually lose him.
And then, out of nowhere, a hand clamped quickly around the elf's mouth as another one tightened around his waist.
Who-?
It was Jareth.
He grinned triumphantly at her, the struggling elf trapped tightly in his grip.
Sarah jogged up to him, barely suppressing a grin of her own. "Timmy! Don't you run away on me again, young man! Thank you, sir, for getting him."
"Would you like me to walk you to your car?"
"Sure. He's probably going to run away again."
She began to walk toward her car, trying to look as much like an exasperated babysitter as possible.
"Thank you so much. Timmy always misbehaves like this. Don't you, Timmy? Now did you know what your mom is going to do to me if you get hurt? You have to thank this man for getting you. Your play's in twenty minutes, what if you're late?"
They reached the car and Sarah opened the backseat door.
Jareth shoved the elf inside, who immediately began to scream bloody murder. "Help me! These bad people are going to take me away!"
"Shut up!" Sarah snapped, as she and Jareth climbed into the car as quickly as possible. She turned the ignition and the car sped squealing down the road.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"We know who you are," Sarah said to the elf as soon as they were on the privacy of the highway. "You're an elf."
"What are you talking about?" The elf screeched, protesting. "I'm a boy!"
"Sure. And I'm Mrs. Claus."
"Who?"
"Mrs. Claus. As in Santa Claus. And you just gave yourself away by not knowing who Santa Claus was, so don't deny it anymore."
"Seriously. Who are you?" The elf asked instead.
"I'm Sarah. That's Jareth."
The elf's healthy, bronze colored face immediately paled. "Who?"
Sarah smiled in contempt at the reflection of the fidgeting elf in the rearview mirror. "Jareth. The Goblin King?" She drawled snugly.
"Hello," Jareth said.
The elf nearly fainted. "I- I didn't recognize you, Your Majesty! Forgive me! I-"
"That'll be all... What's your name?"
"I'm Alvar, Your Majesty! I'm so sorry! Please don't throw me in the Bog of Stench! Please! Sarah! I'm so sorry I bit you I- Forgive me!"
Sarah giggled involuntarily.
"What's so funny?"
"The little guy, Alvar. He's cute. Vicious, at times, though." She looked at the red bite marks on her hand.
Jareth blinked several times and Sarah grinned. "Oh, soften up, Jerry. Or should I call you, Your Majesty?"
"Neither." He leaned over and planted a light kiss on her cheek.
The car swerved unsteadily down the road for a few seconds and Sarah felt her face growing red at Jareth's uncalled for action. Even the little elf in the backseat seemed to be holding back a grin.
"Okay, that was unnecessary," she said, peering at him from the corner of her eye.
"If it makes you do that again with your carriage, yes, it was unnecessary."
"It's a car."
"You know what I'm talking about."
The elf cleared his throat self consciously. "How in the world did Your Majesty get down here? If you don't mind me asking."
"No, but first let me ask you."
"It was so strange." Alvar frowned. "I was fishing by the creek with Beggle and we fell through a hole, I guess. At least that's what it felt like. We ended up right over there by the big structure. We decided to look around, and before I knew it, poof!" The elf made a gesture with his hands. "It blew up."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute. Did you say you were with someone else?" Sarah asked, alarmed. Maybe he has another elf.
"A troll, Beggle. Hoggle's younger brother. You know Hoggle?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact. Well, where's Beggle?"
"I don't know. We separated soon after we appeared inside the structure. We wanted to split up and look around, because we didn't know where we were. So I went outside and I don't know where he went."
"Did you see him again?"
"No, I haven't. After he had been gone for some time, the structure just blew up!"
"I hope he wasn't in the building." Jareth exhaled. "I will have to ask him some questions if I see him again."
"But that's strange. I don't think Hoggle ever mentioned having a brother," Sarah said.
"Well I'll bet we could find him... if he wasn't... you know." Alvar made a blowing up gesture with his hands. "He's small, like me, and he had a silver crescent moon tattooed on his arm."
"Silver moon?"
"Yeah." Silver moon. Sarah's forehead creased. Where had she seen a silver moon before? She couldn't remember. It's probably nothing.
"Sarah! Watch out!" Jareth shouted as she narrowly missed running over a small squirrel scampering across the highway.
"Whoops. Sorry." She smiled reassuringly back at Jareth and Alvar, but one phrase whispered ominously over and over in her head. Silver moon.

CHAPTER NINE

When the three finally arrived at Sarah's apartment, Sarah had jogged down to the nearest fast food restaurant and grabbed a couple of hamburgers to take home. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until now. She had not eaten since- when? A day ago, more or less, her stomach growled angrily, and her every muscle ached.
Sarah opened the door to her apartment. "Hey, guys?"
"Yes, Sarah?" Jareth called from the living room. He was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, his head leaned back against the wall. From the looks of it, he was just as tired as her. His hair fell across his shoulders limply, and for the first time in ages, he didn't seem to care.
Sarah smiled. "What were you guys doing?"
Jareth rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and looked up. "Alvar was telling me some information on Beggle. From what he tells me, Beggle is just as cowardly and utterly stupid as Hoggle. Which can be quite useful to us once we question him about Aberanne."
Aberanne?
Sarah kicked off her shoes and walked over to Jareth with her bag of food. "What does Beggle have to do with Aberanne?"
"The moon on his arm," Alvar cut in. He was standing at her bookcase, leafing through the tattered novels that lined the shelves. "Remember?"
Jareth unfolded himself from the sofa and walked over to Sarah. "I remembered as soon as you left. Aberanne had the same kind of a moon on her forehead."
Sarah gasped. Duh. How could she have forgotten? "Of course! It's like... her mark of something, right? Everyone who works with her has the same kind of-"
"Actually, yes and no. The mark on her forehead symbolizes the kind of magic she works. If you work white magic, your symbol looks something like this." Jareth reached down his shirt and pulled out the sickle shaped silver pendant that hung around his neck. "A moon, I think, symbolizes black magic. Spellcraft and the sort."
"So I see. Beggle works black magic."
"Most likely. But we would have never found out if it wasn't for Alvar telling us about the moon on his arm. You cannot tell by just looking if a person works magic or not. Some want to show off their skills by showing their symbol in plain sight, and some don't bother with symbols. In the case of Beggle, showing it off was his weakness. Now we can find him easily."
"Speaking of weakness, I bet we're all pretty weak right now so I got some food." Sarah jiggled the bag.
"Food?" Jareth lifted an eyebrow and eyed the paper bag with doubt.
"Oh, stop it." Sarah grinned, punched him lightly in the shoulder. "If you don't want to eat, me and Alvar will kindly take your share."
"You betcha, Your Majesty!" Alvar trotted up to Sarah and took the paper bag from her hands. "Whatever it is, it smells pretty good."
"Why do I get the sense everyone is revolting against me?" Jareth smiled slowly at Sarah, and her heart fluttered at the sheer beauty of it.
"Because I'm the princess of this house, Jareth. You listen to everything I say. Jerry?"
"Oh please, stop. Not that hideous name again. I still have to tell you about Beggle."
Jareth walked over to Alvar, who had pulled up a chair in the dining room, and was sitting down to examine the contents of the dinner. "Smells like the Bog, I would say."
"Whatever. I don't know what you eat in your kingdom." Sarah sat down in a chair and grabbed a hamburger. She peeled off the paper wrapping and bit into it slowly. A hamburger had never tasted so good in her life. "So tell me about Beggle," She said around a mouthful of burger.
"Well if he's studying black magic, there's a ninety percent chance he's learning it from Aberanne, since there's not that many people who know black magic," Alvar sneered. "I would have never known. I mean, Beggle! He seems like he doesn't even know how to write, much less use magic."
"Powerful magicians can be deceiving," Jareth said as he grabbed a hamburger out of the bag. "They can be the last person you would expect them to be."
"You've got that right. Beggle."
"And we don't even know where he is right now. He might be dead, for all I know." Sarah shrugged.
"Maybe." Jareth looked at his hamburger dubiously before finally taking a small bite. "Not bad."
"See?" Sarah smiled smugly.
Jareth shrugged. "It's not that good, but I'll have to eat this no matter how bad it tastes. Tomorrow we are going on a wild goose chase for Beggle."
"I know." Sarah rubbed her eyes. Suddenly, the mention of tomorrow made her feel ready to fall over.
I am so tired.
"Yeah, but how about we call it a night tonight, okay? We have to rest now in order for us to actually get up in the morning," she said.
"I'm all for it." Alvar nodded enthusiastically.
"All right then," Jareth agreed.
"Great." She leaned back in her chair and sighed.
Despite the pain and fatigue that weighed down her body, an odd sense of family washed over her as she smiled at her friends.
Never felt like this at home.
She wanted to stay here more than any other place in the world. She wondered if she would have felt like this if she had stayed in the Labyrinth with Jareth.
"So now after we finish eating, what do we do?" Alvar asked.
"We get to cleanse ourselves of all this filth," Jareth said, wrinkling his nose.
"He means we get to take a shower," Sarah translated.
"Not together, hopefully." He winked at her.
"Jareth! Of course not!"
Jareth ducked and laughed, the wrapper that Sarah threw at him sailing over his head.
"Such a pity."
Sarah blushed bright red, and Jareth chuckled. "All right, all right! You can go first, but make it quick." "Only for three hours. Fine with all of you?"
Alvar grinned. "Of course. Not."
Sarah swallowed the last bit of her hamburger and rolled her eyes at him. "Why don't I get going now, while you guys are still eating?" She said, serious again. "Then we get a good night's sleep and decide what to do in the morning."
"Yes, I think that should be right." Jareth waved his hand to dismiss her. "Hurry."

CHAPTER TEN

Ten minutes later, Sarah was standing under her shower, the hot flows of water coursing down her body and soothing her tired muscles. It felt as if she hadn't taken a shower for a year, and she had to force herself to grab the shampoo bottle from the edge of the tub and squeeze some onto her damp hair. She needed to hurry up, and she needed to sleep. It was nearing ten in the evening, and tomorrow... well, she didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow.
Sarah slowly lathered up her hair, then stuck her head under the water to rinse off the shampoo. It was hard to believe just what was happening to her. The gaps in the two worlds, Aberanne, Jareth, the elves... none of it made sense.
It's not supposed to make sense.
Just like her adventure into the Labyrinth three years ago. It was undoubtedly real, yet it felt like as if she was inside a dream.
But the thing that awed her the most was Jareth. He had changed so much, mellowed out. She couldn't believe that just three years ago, he was the one who had taken Toby and forced her to go through the Labyrinth.
But I was the one who wished him away.
Well, that was true. She had never truly thought of that. She had been the one who wished Toby gone, and so he came and whisked the baby far away from her. Once inside the Labyrinth, she had been the one who told him the Labyrinth was a piece of cake, so he had reordered time for her. Nothing was his fault, he had just been doing what she asked him to do.
A drop of soap water entered her eye, startling her out of her reverie, and she put her face under the water to rinse it away. It was time to think about getting out. She needed to sleep, and besides, both Jareth and Alvar were waiting for her.
Five more minutes.
Sarah closed her eyes. Then again, it would be nice to fall asleep right here, she thought, grinning.
A sharp rap at the door made her jump about ten feet into the air. "Geez! Is that you, Jareth?"
"Sarah, I-"
"You scared me!"
Whatever he said next was unintelligible as the rush of water drowned out his voice.
So much for the long shower.
Sarah twisted the handle behind her, and the water faded away. "What did you say?" She called again.
"Alvar's gone."
"What?!" Sarah immediately snapped to attention.
"Alvar's gone," Jareth said tersely. "Get out, we have to look for him."
"Oh, no. Where did you see him last?" Sarah pushed back the shower curtains and stepped out of the tub. She grabbed a white, fuzzy bathrobe and flung it on.
"He was going to your room, Sarah, and he never came out. I went to find him and found the window open instead."
Oh, damn. Sarah flinched at the news. There had always been a thin layer of mystery around the little elf, but she had pushed the thought into the back of her mind and never paid attention to it.
Jareth knocked on the door again. "Hurry up."
"Yeah." Sarah opened the door, feeling a blast of cold air hit her face and body. And just for a split second, the hard look on Jareth's face flickered away as he saw her.
Sarah blushed, feeling completely exposed in front of him. The memory of their kiss floated back into her mind. "So what do we do now?" She stuttered, involuntarily patting her tangled hair into place.
Jareth crossed his arms and tapped his fingers impatiently. "Find the bastard. Sarah, we shouldn't have trusted him. We were in the wrong time and place, and Alvar just didn't seem right."
"I know, I know. Look, I'll get dressed and we... I don't know. Try to find him or something." It was going to be like looking for a needle in a haystack. Sarah rubbed her eyes, feeling the lack of sleep take its effect on her. From the living room, the Felix the Cat wall clock purred twelve times.