I want to thank My friend Tial for helping me with this one. Also...can any of you figure out why Jareth's phone # is sooo cool? If so, put it in your review! Oh yeah...and I still don't own anything...(sniffle)
After he had left later that evening, Sarah sat down at her computer to enter some of the information she had found out about him. Her fingers moved quickly across the keys, but she didn't see the monitor. Jareth's pale face filled her vision, his mismatched eyes which were always so cold and hard, his electrocuted hair, hi lips, always turned in a mocking smile. Well, not quite. He hadn't been mocking when he'd danced with her, and his eyes for once hadn't been cold.
This is ridiculous, she thought, shaking her head. She finished typing the information, then shut off the computer, taking slow breaths.
"This is ridiculous, you're not real, go away. I spent several thousand dollars having people help convince myself that you're not real. You haven't bothered me for so long, why now?" she asked, standing and pacing in her small living room. Visions of the Labyrinth swirled through her head, fighting each other for her notice.
She quickly walked into the bathroom and began to look through the medicine cabinet for something to calm her nerves, something she hadn't needed for a long time. She had just grabbed the bottle and was attempting the impossible by trying to open the child safety lid when there was a knock at the door.
With a frustrated sigh, she walked towards the door, the bottle forgotten in her hand.
Jareth was halfway home when he remembered that he had wanted to giver her his cell phone number. He reached for his phone, while keeping an eye on the empty freeway, and found he had left it...at her house. He sighed but cheered up instantly. This gave him an excuse to go back and visit some more. He could go back and knock on her door and...but what if she was asleep?
He thought about this as he took the next off ramp an got back on the freeway, heading towards her house. Well he was a king, and a rock star to top that, so that gave him the permission to drag people from there beds at ungodly hours of the night didn't it? He had at least earned that much with all this work.
He parked his bike outside her apartment and ran up the stairs. He held up his hand to knock, then stopped. He probably looked like crap. He ran his hands through his hair and straightened his clothes before knocking on her door. Perhaps she would be in some night clothes. Wouldn't that be interesting?
A smirk spread across his face as her door opened.
Sarah looked at the figure standing at her door, and all she saw was Jareth. Backing away, she shook her head, quietly murmuring no.
"You're not real, you're not real. Do you know how much money I spent having people convince me that you weren't real? I believed them too, so why are you here?" she whispered, backing away until her legs bumped into the back of the couch.
Jareth's heart took a vacation to his stomach and, after swimming a few laps there, lodged it's self in his throat. She knew? No. She couldn't. He had woven a spell around himself before he came here. She couldn't know...could she. His mind raced for an answer and then he saw the bottle in her hand. He had had such an impact that she had to take medication? Perhaps he should have been a little less dramatic...but that was beside the point right now. Right now Sarah was breathing so fast he thought she might pass out at his feet. Her shaking couldn't be doing any good either. He had to calm her down.
He took a step into her apartment and closed the door. No need to cause a scene to the world. He turned back to her and began to slowly walk towards her.
"Sarah. Calm down. It's me, David." Lord how he hated that name. "It's ok. Just breath. I'm not Jareth. It's ok. He isn't real." He would kick himself for saying this later. "Just breath. You're going to pass out."
Sarah managed to sit somewhat ungracefully on the couch and slowly tried to regulate her breathing.
"I-I'm sorry. I guess I've been stressing myself too much for a while and it's taking its toll. Um, why did you come back?" Sarah asked, belatedly hiding the bottle of pills behind her.
Jareth closed his eyes and sighed while his heart re-settled. He looked back up at her and found his breath somehow gotten stuck in his throat.
He stared at her wide eyes. She was dressed in a light blue spaghetti strap shirt that ended just above her stomach and a pair of faded fuzzy green sweatpants. Suddenly he wondered if perhaps he should giver her his address as well as his cell phone number.
"I...uh. I wanted to...I mean my phone. I left it and...I thought I would give you my number just in case you...uh...wanted to contact me."
"That would be great, I'll go grab a pen and paper while you look around for your cell phone," Sarah said, her breathing slowly calming down. She stood and found it hard to keep her breathing even again. She hadn't noticed how close David was until she stood and found herself nearly touching his chest.
David cleared his throat and glanced around the room, looking for his phone. "Uh, yes. Yes that would be great."
He lifted the cushions on the couch and found his bright yellow phone comfortably nestled in a corner.
"Found it."
Jareth tucked his phone back into his jacket and cleared his throat. "Ok then. My number is 412-2942. Call me anytime."
He stepped towards the door and stopped.
"Are you all right Sarah?" he asked in his high and noble voice.
No. "I'll be fine, I just need some sleep," Sarah replied, giving him a half hearted smile.
Jareth stared down at her. "Your sure. Is something bothering you?"
She thought for a moment, then looked up at him quickly, alarm in her eyes. "I never said that you looked like Jareth, I just said that you weren't real, how did you know who I was talking about?" she asked quietly, staring at him. Jareth paled and cleared his throat. "You said yourself that I looked like him." He stepped closer to her. "And you seem afraid of him. It only made sense."
Doubt was still evident in her eyes as she shook his head. "There's still something strange," she muttered.
Jareth gave a little laugh while his brain was straining to think of a way to keep his true identity hidden from her. She couldn't find out now. She would hate him. He just needed more time.
"Oh come now Sarah. Please don't look at me like that. Your eyes are so cruel-" He stopped shortly and had to force himself not to slap his hand against his forehead.
"Just as I can be so cruel," Sarah barely whispered.
Jareth swallowed hard, trying to think of what he could say. He gave her a shaky smile. "That might make a good lyric. I'll bet I can come up with a great song with that."
Jareth relaxed a little. Perhaps he could pull this off. He would tell her...he really would...someday. He pulled his mind back to the present.
He stepped closer to her and brushed her cheek with his fingers.
"I think you drank too much coffee," he said lightly.
Maybe she really was going crazy, she thought, chiding herself on letting anyone see her when she was this shaken.
"I'm very sorry, I guess it must have been way too much coffee," she mumbled, giving him a lopsided smile that slowly faded when he didn't remove his hand from her cheek.
Jareth began to breath easy. Good. That wasn't too hard. Now to get her to bed before she broke from all the strain.
"Come on Sarah," he said putting an arm over her shoulders. "Let's get you to bed."
"I can make it to bed without help," she murmured, her cheeks turning a slight pink.
Jareth smiled. "On a regular basis I'm sure you could but at the moment I'm afraid you might shatter like crystal. Let's just get you to bed. I'm concerned about you. Our first date and already I have you in hysterics. Perhaps I should take tomorrow off and come and see you?"
He grinned. Like he actually worked at his office.
Sarah laughed shakily. "If you have nothing better to do tomorrow, your welcome here. Hopefully I'll have pulled myself together by then," she murmured, thinking about what he had said about her being a crystal.
Jareth grinned and ushered her into her bedroom. "Well I'm going to be sleeping in tomorrow so I'm not going to invite you to breakfast. How does lunch sound?"
"Sounds wonderful," Sarah said, looking around and realizing they were in her bedroom. She began to push David out of her bedroom.
"I can make it from here, besides, I need to lock up after you."
Jareth laughed as he was shoved towards the door. "Ok. Fine. I'll see you tomorrow then. But don't I even get a hug for being such an interesting date?"
Sarah smiled shyly as he wrapped his arms around her. She was enjoying his hug until a picture of Jareth dancing with her in his arms came into her mind, even though she tried to get rid of it.
Jareth grinned and stepped back.
"Much better. Well, until tomorrow then my lady."
He adjusted the collar of his jacket, gave her a wink and a wicked smirk before heading down to his bike.
Sarah closed and locked the door, humming as she did so. As she walked back into the bedroom she realized what she was humming and stopped herself before "love without your heartbeat."
"Jareth doesn't exist," she muttered, climbing into bed. Try though she might, visions of the Goblin King flitted through her dreams.
After he had left later that evening, Sarah sat down at her computer to enter some of the information she had found out about him. Her fingers moved quickly across the keys, but she didn't see the monitor. Jareth's pale face filled her vision, his mismatched eyes which were always so cold and hard, his electrocuted hair, hi lips, always turned in a mocking smile. Well, not quite. He hadn't been mocking when he'd danced with her, and his eyes for once hadn't been cold.
This is ridiculous, she thought, shaking her head. She finished typing the information, then shut off the computer, taking slow breaths.
"This is ridiculous, you're not real, go away. I spent several thousand dollars having people help convince myself that you're not real. You haven't bothered me for so long, why now?" she asked, standing and pacing in her small living room. Visions of the Labyrinth swirled through her head, fighting each other for her notice.
She quickly walked into the bathroom and began to look through the medicine cabinet for something to calm her nerves, something she hadn't needed for a long time. She had just grabbed the bottle and was attempting the impossible by trying to open the child safety lid when there was a knock at the door.
With a frustrated sigh, she walked towards the door, the bottle forgotten in her hand.
Jareth was halfway home when he remembered that he had wanted to giver her his cell phone number. He reached for his phone, while keeping an eye on the empty freeway, and found he had left it...at her house. He sighed but cheered up instantly. This gave him an excuse to go back and visit some more. He could go back and knock on her door and...but what if she was asleep?
He thought about this as he took the next off ramp an got back on the freeway, heading towards her house. Well he was a king, and a rock star to top that, so that gave him the permission to drag people from there beds at ungodly hours of the night didn't it? He had at least earned that much with all this work.
He parked his bike outside her apartment and ran up the stairs. He held up his hand to knock, then stopped. He probably looked like crap. He ran his hands through his hair and straightened his clothes before knocking on her door. Perhaps she would be in some night clothes. Wouldn't that be interesting?
A smirk spread across his face as her door opened.
Sarah looked at the figure standing at her door, and all she saw was Jareth. Backing away, she shook her head, quietly murmuring no.
"You're not real, you're not real. Do you know how much money I spent having people convince me that you weren't real? I believed them too, so why are you here?" she whispered, backing away until her legs bumped into the back of the couch.
Jareth's heart took a vacation to his stomach and, after swimming a few laps there, lodged it's self in his throat. She knew? No. She couldn't. He had woven a spell around himself before he came here. She couldn't know...could she. His mind raced for an answer and then he saw the bottle in her hand. He had had such an impact that she had to take medication? Perhaps he should have been a little less dramatic...but that was beside the point right now. Right now Sarah was breathing so fast he thought she might pass out at his feet. Her shaking couldn't be doing any good either. He had to calm her down.
He took a step into her apartment and closed the door. No need to cause a scene to the world. He turned back to her and began to slowly walk towards her.
"Sarah. Calm down. It's me, David." Lord how he hated that name. "It's ok. Just breath. I'm not Jareth. It's ok. He isn't real." He would kick himself for saying this later. "Just breath. You're going to pass out."
Sarah managed to sit somewhat ungracefully on the couch and slowly tried to regulate her breathing.
"I-I'm sorry. I guess I've been stressing myself too much for a while and it's taking its toll. Um, why did you come back?" Sarah asked, belatedly hiding the bottle of pills behind her.
Jareth closed his eyes and sighed while his heart re-settled. He looked back up at her and found his breath somehow gotten stuck in his throat.
He stared at her wide eyes. She was dressed in a light blue spaghetti strap shirt that ended just above her stomach and a pair of faded fuzzy green sweatpants. Suddenly he wondered if perhaps he should giver her his address as well as his cell phone number.
"I...uh. I wanted to...I mean my phone. I left it and...I thought I would give you my number just in case you...uh...wanted to contact me."
"That would be great, I'll go grab a pen and paper while you look around for your cell phone," Sarah said, her breathing slowly calming down. She stood and found it hard to keep her breathing even again. She hadn't noticed how close David was until she stood and found herself nearly touching his chest.
David cleared his throat and glanced around the room, looking for his phone. "Uh, yes. Yes that would be great."
He lifted the cushions on the couch and found his bright yellow phone comfortably nestled in a corner.
"Found it."
Jareth tucked his phone back into his jacket and cleared his throat. "Ok then. My number is 412-2942. Call me anytime."
He stepped towards the door and stopped.
"Are you all right Sarah?" he asked in his high and noble voice.
No. "I'll be fine, I just need some sleep," Sarah replied, giving him a half hearted smile.
Jareth stared down at her. "Your sure. Is something bothering you?"
She thought for a moment, then looked up at him quickly, alarm in her eyes. "I never said that you looked like Jareth, I just said that you weren't real, how did you know who I was talking about?" she asked quietly, staring at him. Jareth paled and cleared his throat. "You said yourself that I looked like him." He stepped closer to her. "And you seem afraid of him. It only made sense."
Doubt was still evident in her eyes as she shook his head. "There's still something strange," she muttered.
Jareth gave a little laugh while his brain was straining to think of a way to keep his true identity hidden from her. She couldn't find out now. She would hate him. He just needed more time.
"Oh come now Sarah. Please don't look at me like that. Your eyes are so cruel-" He stopped shortly and had to force himself not to slap his hand against his forehead.
"Just as I can be so cruel," Sarah barely whispered.
Jareth swallowed hard, trying to think of what he could say. He gave her a shaky smile. "That might make a good lyric. I'll bet I can come up with a great song with that."
Jareth relaxed a little. Perhaps he could pull this off. He would tell her...he really would...someday. He pulled his mind back to the present.
He stepped closer to her and brushed her cheek with his fingers.
"I think you drank too much coffee," he said lightly.
Maybe she really was going crazy, she thought, chiding herself on letting anyone see her when she was this shaken.
"I'm very sorry, I guess it must have been way too much coffee," she mumbled, giving him a lopsided smile that slowly faded when he didn't remove his hand from her cheek.
Jareth began to breath easy. Good. That wasn't too hard. Now to get her to bed before she broke from all the strain.
"Come on Sarah," he said putting an arm over her shoulders. "Let's get you to bed."
"I can make it to bed without help," she murmured, her cheeks turning a slight pink.
Jareth smiled. "On a regular basis I'm sure you could but at the moment I'm afraid you might shatter like crystal. Let's just get you to bed. I'm concerned about you. Our first date and already I have you in hysterics. Perhaps I should take tomorrow off and come and see you?"
He grinned. Like he actually worked at his office.
Sarah laughed shakily. "If you have nothing better to do tomorrow, your welcome here. Hopefully I'll have pulled myself together by then," she murmured, thinking about what he had said about her being a crystal.
Jareth grinned and ushered her into her bedroom. "Well I'm going to be sleeping in tomorrow so I'm not going to invite you to breakfast. How does lunch sound?"
"Sounds wonderful," Sarah said, looking around and realizing they were in her bedroom. She began to push David out of her bedroom.
"I can make it from here, besides, I need to lock up after you."
Jareth laughed as he was shoved towards the door. "Ok. Fine. I'll see you tomorrow then. But don't I even get a hug for being such an interesting date?"
Sarah smiled shyly as he wrapped his arms around her. She was enjoying his hug until a picture of Jareth dancing with her in his arms came into her mind, even though she tried to get rid of it.
Jareth grinned and stepped back.
"Much better. Well, until tomorrow then my lady."
He adjusted the collar of his jacket, gave her a wink and a wicked smirk before heading down to his bike.
Sarah closed and locked the door, humming as she did so. As she walked back into the bedroom she realized what she was humming and stopped herself before "love without your heartbeat."
"Jareth doesn't exist," she muttered, climbing into bed. Try though she might, visions of the Goblin King flitted through her dreams.