Chapter Three:
Sarah growled in frustration. She had found the bathroom all right, but after she had taken her bath she realized that she had nothing to change into. And she couldn't change back into her old cloths because they seemed to have magically disappeared. She had grabbed a robe, she assumed it was Jareth's, and had shoved it on. She hadn't made any progress at with her cloths, and she couldn't go out in the hallway with a robe and nothing else on! Sarah screamed and hit the wall with her fists, sinking back against the wall she let her self sink to the floor.
"Ello.
"Did you say 'ello?"
"No, I said 'ello, but that's close enough."
"You're a worm, aren't you!"
Sarah laughed aloud. "It figures!" She growled. "JARETH!" She screamed.
~*~*~*~
Jareth heard Sarah scream his name and quickly transported himself to her.
"What is . . ." Sarah stood there in HIS robe, arms crossed tightly over her chest, lips set in a strait, firm line. Her eyes were furious.
"Where are my cloths?" Sarah demanded.
"What? Sarah, why are you wearing my robe?"
"Good question! I want to know where my cloths are, and I want to know NOW!" Jareth stared at her.
"I don't know where your cloths are." He answered sincerely. "Why? Do you want them? You look good in my robe." Sarah's checks flushed bright red, and she turned away. Jareth smiled slowly.
"It's time for lunch. We'll look for your cloths later." He said, and snapped his fingers. Sarah found herself in some sort of a dinning hall, Jareth beside her. She was wearing a sleeveless emerald green dress made of silk, with silver lining. The neckline was dangerously low. Her hair was loose around her face. She turned toward Jareth, who held out an arm.
"Shall we?" She sighed. There goes my wonderful "No way in hell . . ." speech! Sarah thought grudgingly. She took the arm he offered and followed him wordlessly to a secluded area of the room. She saw another door. Jareth opened it and stepped back allowing her to go through. The room was small and lit only with candles. It was painted gold, with an oak ceiling and floor, trimmed with a lacy sort of design. In the center of the room there was a large square table made of oak, as well as two chairs also made of oak. Sarah turned to Jareth.
"You like oak don't you?" Sarah grinned. She had said that once before in almost the exact same way, only the words had been different. "You like jewelry don't you?" Jareth arched an eyebrow at her. "Don't worry! I'm not laughing at you!" Jareth shook his head.
"Good. And yes I like oak. It's very rare here in the Underground."
"Oh." Sarah said simply. Jareth walked over next to one of the chairs and pulled it out for her. She smiled and sat down. Jareth took his seat at the other end of the table. He clapped his hands, Sarah assumed to single that the food could now be served. Sarah watched as the door opened, and both she and Jareth did a double take as four goblins ran into the room, food flying everywhere, tripping over one another. Their cloths were much too big for them. And they should be to! The cloths the goblins were wearing were Sarah's!
Sarah growled in frustration. She had found the bathroom all right, but after she had taken her bath she realized that she had nothing to change into. And she couldn't change back into her old cloths because they seemed to have magically disappeared. She had grabbed a robe, she assumed it was Jareth's, and had shoved it on. She hadn't made any progress at with her cloths, and she couldn't go out in the hallway with a robe and nothing else on! Sarah screamed and hit the wall with her fists, sinking back against the wall she let her self sink to the floor.
"Ello.
"Did you say 'ello?"
"No, I said 'ello, but that's close enough."
"You're a worm, aren't you!"
Sarah laughed aloud. "It figures!" She growled. "JARETH!" She screamed.
~*~*~*~
Jareth heard Sarah scream his name and quickly transported himself to her.
"What is . . ." Sarah stood there in HIS robe, arms crossed tightly over her chest, lips set in a strait, firm line. Her eyes were furious.
"Where are my cloths?" Sarah demanded.
"What? Sarah, why are you wearing my robe?"
"Good question! I want to know where my cloths are, and I want to know NOW!" Jareth stared at her.
"I don't know where your cloths are." He answered sincerely. "Why? Do you want them? You look good in my robe." Sarah's checks flushed bright red, and she turned away. Jareth smiled slowly.
"It's time for lunch. We'll look for your cloths later." He said, and snapped his fingers. Sarah found herself in some sort of a dinning hall, Jareth beside her. She was wearing a sleeveless emerald green dress made of silk, with silver lining. The neckline was dangerously low. Her hair was loose around her face. She turned toward Jareth, who held out an arm.
"Shall we?" She sighed. There goes my wonderful "No way in hell . . ." speech! Sarah thought grudgingly. She took the arm he offered and followed him wordlessly to a secluded area of the room. She saw another door. Jareth opened it and stepped back allowing her to go through. The room was small and lit only with candles. It was painted gold, with an oak ceiling and floor, trimmed with a lacy sort of design. In the center of the room there was a large square table made of oak, as well as two chairs also made of oak. Sarah turned to Jareth.
"You like oak don't you?" Sarah grinned. She had said that once before in almost the exact same way, only the words had been different. "You like jewelry don't you?" Jareth arched an eyebrow at her. "Don't worry! I'm not laughing at you!" Jareth shook his head.
"Good. And yes I like oak. It's very rare here in the Underground."
"Oh." Sarah said simply. Jareth walked over next to one of the chairs and pulled it out for her. She smiled and sat down. Jareth took his seat at the other end of the table. He clapped his hands, Sarah assumed to single that the food could now be served. Sarah watched as the door opened, and both she and Jareth did a double take as four goblins ran into the room, food flying everywhere, tripping over one another. Their cloths were much too big for them. And they should be to! The cloths the goblins were wearing were Sarah's!