I still own nothing (sob). Oh well. Enjoy. Oh...and thanks Tial for your help.
The Reunion
Jareth knocked on Sarah's door. He wanted to get an early start so there would be no rush. He didn't want the fae king waiting for him. That would be a bad thing to do.
"Sarah. Are you ready yet?"
"Yes," she said opening the door. "The trunk with clothes is already at the carriage right?" she asked as she closed the door behind her.
"All right, let's get going," Sarah said with a smile, slipping her hand around his.
They walked out of the castle to find Hoggle sitting in the drivers seat of a rather large white carriage. A team of huge black horses stood ready to travel. Jareth had another one of his smirks on his face as he approached the carriage door.
"It's wonderful," Sarah murmured, thanking Jareth as he helped her into it.
She gasped as she entered the carriage. Instead of being the interior of a carriage it was a rather large room. The room was white with dark blue carpeting. There was a sofa on one side of the room with a coffee table set in front of it and two chairs. A refrigerator was shoved into the corner and a music box in another. Books lined one wall and there was a small bed to the left of the door.
Jareth grinned as he climbed in. Everything one needs for traveling.
Sarah looked around the inside once more before sticking her head out the door and frowning at the size of the carriage.
"How is the inside bigger than the outside?" she asked, sitting down on the couch.
Jareth had his head stuck in the refrigerator. "Magic can do wonders Sarah. How did I fit us and thirty other couples into a ballroom?"
Sarah smiled and shook her head. "I don't know if I'll ever get used to this kind of stuff."
Jareth popped the top on his soda. "You will. Just give it another hundred years or so."
Sarah frowned. "Remember, I'm mortal."
Jareth flopped down on the couch next to her, gulping his soda. "You won't be if you remain with me."
"How is that possible?"
Jareth chuckled and leaned his head, with all it's poofy hair, on her shoulder.
"Oh Sarah. Haven't you seen yet? Here, anything is possible."
Sarah smiled and smoothed his hair back to rest her cheek against the top of his head.
Jareth shook his head slightly, tickling her nose with is hair. She sneezed and he laughed. A "Fasten your seat belt" sign lit up above the door and a bell sounded. Jareth looked up at Sarah.
"Well, here we go then."
Jareth shook his head slightly, tickling her nose with is hair. She sneezed and he laughed. A "Fasten your seat belt" sign lit up above the door and a bell sounded. Jareth looked up at Sarah.
"Well, here we go then."
Sarah looked around for a seatbelt, then gave up and looked at Jareth. "Why do you have that sign if you don't have seatbelts?"
Jareth changed his position and lay his on his back, his head in her lap. He sipped at his half finished soda.
"On my first flight I thought those signs were so cool. I wanted one for myself. I don't have an airplane so this is where I ended up putting it."
"Oh," Sarah murmured with a chuckle, stroking his cheek with her fingertips as she looked at the room.
Jareth smiled and closed his eyes. "Mother will like you. I'm not sure about Father...or my brothers."
"Why not? Am I that unlikable?" Sarah asked, pouting.
He sighed. "Your not fae. That and your not royalty."
"Not exactly my fault," Sarah murmured, smiling softly at him as she ran her fingers through his hair.
He nodded and looked up at her. "I know that. They're just...stuffy."
"How come your mother won't mind that I'm mortal and a commoner?"
He struggled to find the words.
"She's...Mama. She'll just be happy I've found a girl."
He blinked up at her, confused. "What did I say?"
"It's nothing you said, it's just, I think all mothers think alike and are overjoyed when their darling children find that special someone," Sarah said, smiling and laughing softly.
"Well, in a way she's as bad as my subjects. She want to see a little prince too. It seems everyone is rushing me!"
Sarah chuckled and leaned down, brushing her lips against his.
Jareth reached over and set down his soda then sat up and pulled Sarah close to himself. He hugged her tightly while humming a tune that filled the room with a sleepy feeling.
"Why are you making me sleepy?" Sarah asked, yawning slightly.
"It will make the trip seem shorter," he said, managing to continue to hum at the same time.
"I'm going to be sore if I fall asleep sitting up."
Jareth picked her up and lay her down on the small bed in the corner.
"I have to finish this report. I'll wake you when we're almost there."
"Night," Sarah murmured, kissing his hand.
He smiled down at her and closed her eyes with his fingertips then sat down on the couch and began finishing up his report.
Hours later Jareth shook Sarah's shoulder. He was dress the same way he had been when she had first met him. He gave her a smile and told her they were almost there.
Sarah's eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him. "You look good, slightly scary, but good."
He shrugged a smirk on his lips. "I always look good. But when I'm by myself again I'll be back in loose pants and a shirt."
"Where am I supposed to go to get dressed? I don't see a magic door that leads to a changing room," Sarah murmured, sitting up.
Jareth blushed. "I can close my eyes."
Sarah looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "My dress is in the trunk attached to the back of the carriage."
Jareth swirled his hand around in the air and handed her a crystal.
"Is this going to bring me my dress or transport me somewhere?" she asked, taking the crystal.
Jareth smiled and sat down on the couch, closing his eyes.
"Your trunk."
Sarah dropped the crystal on the ground and it shattered, her trunk appearing in its place. Opening it, she took out the top dress and its accessories, then turned to Jareth.
"Zap the trunk back, then go sit with Hoggle."
Jareth opened his eyes and rolled a crystal to the trunk. It tapped it and the trunk disappeared.
Jareth bowed to her and faded into nothing.
Sarah waited for a moment before stripping her pants and shirt and hurriedly putting on her dress, almost identical to the one she had worn when she first danced with Jareth, only it was a dark blue, not white. She slipped on the shoes and earring that matched the dress, wishing she could do something with her hair.
"You can come back now Jareth," she murmured, sitting on the bed and folding her clothes.
Jareth came back in with a flash of light and smiled at her. Dressed up like he was, he reminded her of the Jareth she had first known. He walked across the room and ran his gloved fingers over her hair.
"You look wonderful Sarah. You might just pass as fae."
Sarah thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Don't have the glitter."
Jareth raised his eyebrow. "I can fix that."
Sarah shook her head again. "I'll pass, if you want to do anything, can you make my hair look better?" she asked, running her fingers through her straight brown hair.
Jareth tapped his finger against his lower lip then smiled. "I think I can do something. Close your eyes."
Sarah looked at him for a moment before shutting her eyes, wondering what he would do.
"All right, you can open them now," Jareth told her, holding a mirror in front of her.
Sarah smiled and turned her head to see as much as she could. Most of her hair was up in an elegant bun, a silver clasp holding it in place. The hair by her ears fell in two soft curls by her face.
"Thank you, it's beautiful," Sarah said, smiling as the mirror disappeared.
He grinned. "I saw it in a fashion magazine once. I thought it would be a nice look on you. You should see Hoggle. He's dressed in a little tux, complete with a little black cap. He hates it."
Sarah laughed, then turned her head and coughed. "Could you please lose the glitter for a while, I'd like to talk to you without choking on it?"
Jareth sighed and the glitter was gone.
"Anything else my queen?"
"Not that I can think of at the moment," Sarah said with a smile, taking his gloved hand in both of hers.
Just as Jareth was leaning down to kiss her the seatbelt warning went off with a ping. He sighed and straightened his clothes. "Show time. Put on your best smile and keep it there. Get ready to be bored out of your head."
"In a minute," Sarah murmured, standing and quickly kissing him. "All right, now I'm ready. Don't forget your glitter."
He growled something under his breath and dashed himself with glitter before opening the door.
"Mid-day sunlight greeted them as well as a team of footman. They all shied away from Jareth as he stoned his face and stood tall and menacing. He looked up at the dark castle and sighed. He hated reunions.
"Could you help me out, the shoes and the dress make it a little difficult," Sarah murmured, glancing at the huge castle before them.
Jareth nodded and picked her up by the waist and set her down gently on the ground. He looked at Hoggle who smiled at both of them. Jareth held out his arm for Sarah, feeling a bit nervous about seeing his family again.
"Any last minute instructions?" Sarah whispered, resting her hand on his.
He covered her hand with his own and began to walk.
"Act like a snob," he whispered to her.
He smirked. "You look perfect."
They entered a long greeting hall that was packed with people but left the center of the room clear. At the end of the room were two throwns. In one sat Jareth's father. In another sat his mother, a long white hared cheerful looking woman who seemed very please with what was going on around her. Her blue eyes lit up when they saw Jareth. To her left were two other men. Both of which had blond hair and blue eyes. Both were pale and looked bored. Jareth's fathers eyes showed no sign of emotion as Jareth approached with Sarah. On his right were two other men. Both of these men had black hair and green eyes. Both were pale but looked a little happier than the blond hared men. Jareth stopped in front of his parents and stepped away from Sarah. He bowed deeply to his father and mother then turned halfway to face Sarah.
"My kind and queen, may I present to you Sarah Williams."
Sarah curtsied and Jareth's mother smiled and nodded her head to Sarah while his father gave her a curt nod.
Jareth went back over to Sarah and held out his arm. She took it and he walked up to stand with the two other men beside his mother.
Letting her eyes roam around the room, she saw many creatures she thought had been mythical. Centaurs talked quietly with pointy-eared elves and tiny pixies talked with pipe carrying satyrs.
Jareth leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Now we stand here for an hour or so then we will go and talk in Fathers study. After that we might be able to have a break before dinner."
"Sounds exciting," she whispered back.
He laughed quietly.
The ceremony went on forever and then everyone was shown to their rooms. They were instructed to come down to the kings study when they had themselves all squared away. When Jareth was done unpacking, he joined Sarah in her rooms.
"How are you faring Sarah?"
"All right I guess, a little intimidated though. Should I stay in this outfit or dress in something less flashy?" Sarah asked, hanging up the last dress she had brought.
He leaned up against the wall, watching her. "I'm sorry to say this but you'll have to be dressed up. We'll be in front of father so it's good to make an immersion
." "I don't mean to be rude, but why didn't your brothers have ladies with them? Or should I have moved away and not stood near you?"
Jareth smiled. "They all left their queens in their kingdoms. They don't like to be around their queens if at all possible. Let's just say that it really wasn't their idea to get married at all."
"How horrible. Why did they ever get married if they dislike their spouses so?"
"Father arranged it," he said softly.
"Could he order you to marry another? A fae?" Sarah asked in a whisper, hugging Jareth.
Jareth shrugged and held her to him. "I guess he could if he wanted to."
"There would be no way to stop him?"
He rested his cheek on her head. "I could always say I'm not his son, but being in the middle of four of my brothers kingdoms and suddenly not being one of the family might be very uncomfortable.
Sarah pressed her face against his shoulder and shut her eyes, holding him tightly.
He patted her back. "I don't think he will though Sarah. He hasn't yet. He gave them all their kingdoms too. He didn't give me mine. I had to make it for myself. I think it will be all right. Father can't be that cruel."
Nodding, Sarah reluctantly stepped back and looked up at him. "Would you let him take me from you?"
Jareth traced her jaw and gave her his cockiest grin. "What do you think?"
Sarah managed to smile back. "Let me hear you say it though. This place scares me with all its grandeur and I want to feel safe."
Jareth smiled and pulled her into a tight hug.
"I won't let anyone take you from me. I promise," he whispered into her ear.
"Thank you," she whispered, tilting her head up and kissing him softly.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"Jareth? Jareth dear? Are you with your friend?"
Jareth pulled away and blushed lightly. "Yes Mama. In here."
The door opened and the queen to the fae glided into the room.
Sarah, not really knowing what to do, settled with a curtsy.
The queen laughed and floated over to Sarah, patting her hand.
"Don't worry about all those curries in private dear. If I had curtsied to my husbands mother every time I saw her my knees would have given out on me."
She turned to Jareth and held out her arms.
Jareth's smiled resembled on of a boys as he stepped forward and hugged his mother.
Sarah smiled softly as she watched them, absently fiddling with her skirt.
Jareth's mother pulled away, keeping an arm around his waist while Jareth kept his arm over her shoulder.
"Tell me Jareth, are you to...uh...you know?"
Jareth smiled and nodded. A grin lit up the queens face.
"Well it's about time!"
Sarah glanced up at Jareth and raised an eyebrow slightly.
Jareth lifted one of his eyebrows in response.
"So how has father been?" he asked.
"Oh grumpy and stuffy as usual. You think a few thousand years would change him?"
Jareths sighed. "No. I guess not."
Sarah moved over to the window and glanced down at the stone courtyard.
Jareth and his mother quietly talked. After a few minutes there came a rather startled, "Oh my!" Jareth sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Oh mother please. This doesn't change anything."
Jareth's mother glanced at Sarah. "Not in my eyes it doesn't...but your fathers..."
Sarah turned and looked back at them, somewhat confused when she found the queen staring at her.
The queen stood, looking sad. "You are a mortal child?"
Sarah nodded slowly, glancing with slight panic at Jareth.
Jareth stood and walked over to her and held her against him.
The queen smiled. "I hope the king can overlook your liniage. It would be so unfair if..."
She stopped and glanced at the ground.
"Well I'm sure you don't want to listen to an old woman ramble so I'll be on my way."
She smiled and bowed her head to both of them.
"Sarah. Jareth. Goodnight."
"Goodnight Mama," Jareth said softly, laying his cheek down on Sarah's head.
"Goodnight majesty," Sarah murmured, leaning against Jareth once the door shut behind the queen. "I'm scared."
Jareth stroked her hair. "I won't let anything happen," he said, his voice a little shaky. He cleared his throat. "I'm sure Father will understand."
"Then why are you trembling?" Sarah whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Jareth tried to speak but couldn't find any words. He couldn't deal with this now. He could worry later. He stealed himself. Time to play the roll of the Goblin King. After taking a few deep breaths he stepped back.
"Time to go and see the King."
Sarah sighed and nodded, gently touching his cheek with her fingertips.
The Reunion
Jareth knocked on Sarah's door. He wanted to get an early start so there would be no rush. He didn't want the fae king waiting for him. That would be a bad thing to do.
"Sarah. Are you ready yet?"
"Yes," she said opening the door. "The trunk with clothes is already at the carriage right?" she asked as she closed the door behind her.
"All right, let's get going," Sarah said with a smile, slipping her hand around his.
They walked out of the castle to find Hoggle sitting in the drivers seat of a rather large white carriage. A team of huge black horses stood ready to travel. Jareth had another one of his smirks on his face as he approached the carriage door.
"It's wonderful," Sarah murmured, thanking Jareth as he helped her into it.
She gasped as she entered the carriage. Instead of being the interior of a carriage it was a rather large room. The room was white with dark blue carpeting. There was a sofa on one side of the room with a coffee table set in front of it and two chairs. A refrigerator was shoved into the corner and a music box in another. Books lined one wall and there was a small bed to the left of the door.
Jareth grinned as he climbed in. Everything one needs for traveling.
Sarah looked around the inside once more before sticking her head out the door and frowning at the size of the carriage.
"How is the inside bigger than the outside?" she asked, sitting down on the couch.
Jareth had his head stuck in the refrigerator. "Magic can do wonders Sarah. How did I fit us and thirty other couples into a ballroom?"
Sarah smiled and shook her head. "I don't know if I'll ever get used to this kind of stuff."
Jareth popped the top on his soda. "You will. Just give it another hundred years or so."
Sarah frowned. "Remember, I'm mortal."
Jareth flopped down on the couch next to her, gulping his soda. "You won't be if you remain with me."
"How is that possible?"
Jareth chuckled and leaned his head, with all it's poofy hair, on her shoulder.
"Oh Sarah. Haven't you seen yet? Here, anything is possible."
Sarah smiled and smoothed his hair back to rest her cheek against the top of his head.
Jareth shook his head slightly, tickling her nose with is hair. She sneezed and he laughed. A "Fasten your seat belt" sign lit up above the door and a bell sounded. Jareth looked up at Sarah.
"Well, here we go then."
Jareth shook his head slightly, tickling her nose with is hair. She sneezed and he laughed. A "Fasten your seat belt" sign lit up above the door and a bell sounded. Jareth looked up at Sarah.
"Well, here we go then."
Sarah looked around for a seatbelt, then gave up and looked at Jareth. "Why do you have that sign if you don't have seatbelts?"
Jareth changed his position and lay his on his back, his head in her lap. He sipped at his half finished soda.
"On my first flight I thought those signs were so cool. I wanted one for myself. I don't have an airplane so this is where I ended up putting it."
"Oh," Sarah murmured with a chuckle, stroking his cheek with her fingertips as she looked at the room.
Jareth smiled and closed his eyes. "Mother will like you. I'm not sure about Father...or my brothers."
"Why not? Am I that unlikable?" Sarah asked, pouting.
He sighed. "Your not fae. That and your not royalty."
"Not exactly my fault," Sarah murmured, smiling softly at him as she ran her fingers through his hair.
He nodded and looked up at her. "I know that. They're just...stuffy."
"How come your mother won't mind that I'm mortal and a commoner?"
He struggled to find the words.
"She's...Mama. She'll just be happy I've found a girl."
He blinked up at her, confused. "What did I say?"
"It's nothing you said, it's just, I think all mothers think alike and are overjoyed when their darling children find that special someone," Sarah said, smiling and laughing softly.
"Well, in a way she's as bad as my subjects. She want to see a little prince too. It seems everyone is rushing me!"
Sarah chuckled and leaned down, brushing her lips against his.
Jareth reached over and set down his soda then sat up and pulled Sarah close to himself. He hugged her tightly while humming a tune that filled the room with a sleepy feeling.
"Why are you making me sleepy?" Sarah asked, yawning slightly.
"It will make the trip seem shorter," he said, managing to continue to hum at the same time.
"I'm going to be sore if I fall asleep sitting up."
Jareth picked her up and lay her down on the small bed in the corner.
"I have to finish this report. I'll wake you when we're almost there."
"Night," Sarah murmured, kissing his hand.
He smiled down at her and closed her eyes with his fingertips then sat down on the couch and began finishing up his report.
Hours later Jareth shook Sarah's shoulder. He was dress the same way he had been when she had first met him. He gave her a smile and told her they were almost there.
Sarah's eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him. "You look good, slightly scary, but good."
He shrugged a smirk on his lips. "I always look good. But when I'm by myself again I'll be back in loose pants and a shirt."
"Where am I supposed to go to get dressed? I don't see a magic door that leads to a changing room," Sarah murmured, sitting up.
Jareth blushed. "I can close my eyes."
Sarah looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "My dress is in the trunk attached to the back of the carriage."
Jareth swirled his hand around in the air and handed her a crystal.
"Is this going to bring me my dress or transport me somewhere?" she asked, taking the crystal.
Jareth smiled and sat down on the couch, closing his eyes.
"Your trunk."
Sarah dropped the crystal on the ground and it shattered, her trunk appearing in its place. Opening it, she took out the top dress and its accessories, then turned to Jareth.
"Zap the trunk back, then go sit with Hoggle."
Jareth opened his eyes and rolled a crystal to the trunk. It tapped it and the trunk disappeared.
Jareth bowed to her and faded into nothing.
Sarah waited for a moment before stripping her pants and shirt and hurriedly putting on her dress, almost identical to the one she had worn when she first danced with Jareth, only it was a dark blue, not white. She slipped on the shoes and earring that matched the dress, wishing she could do something with her hair.
"You can come back now Jareth," she murmured, sitting on the bed and folding her clothes.
Jareth came back in with a flash of light and smiled at her. Dressed up like he was, he reminded her of the Jareth she had first known. He walked across the room and ran his gloved fingers over her hair.
"You look wonderful Sarah. You might just pass as fae."
Sarah thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Don't have the glitter."
Jareth raised his eyebrow. "I can fix that."
Sarah shook her head again. "I'll pass, if you want to do anything, can you make my hair look better?" she asked, running her fingers through her straight brown hair.
Jareth tapped his finger against his lower lip then smiled. "I think I can do something. Close your eyes."
Sarah looked at him for a moment before shutting her eyes, wondering what he would do.
"All right, you can open them now," Jareth told her, holding a mirror in front of her.
Sarah smiled and turned her head to see as much as she could. Most of her hair was up in an elegant bun, a silver clasp holding it in place. The hair by her ears fell in two soft curls by her face.
"Thank you, it's beautiful," Sarah said, smiling as the mirror disappeared.
He grinned. "I saw it in a fashion magazine once. I thought it would be a nice look on you. You should see Hoggle. He's dressed in a little tux, complete with a little black cap. He hates it."
Sarah laughed, then turned her head and coughed. "Could you please lose the glitter for a while, I'd like to talk to you without choking on it?"
Jareth sighed and the glitter was gone.
"Anything else my queen?"
"Not that I can think of at the moment," Sarah said with a smile, taking his gloved hand in both of hers.
Just as Jareth was leaning down to kiss her the seatbelt warning went off with a ping. He sighed and straightened his clothes. "Show time. Put on your best smile and keep it there. Get ready to be bored out of your head."
"In a minute," Sarah murmured, standing and quickly kissing him. "All right, now I'm ready. Don't forget your glitter."
He growled something under his breath and dashed himself with glitter before opening the door.
"Mid-day sunlight greeted them as well as a team of footman. They all shied away from Jareth as he stoned his face and stood tall and menacing. He looked up at the dark castle and sighed. He hated reunions.
"Could you help me out, the shoes and the dress make it a little difficult," Sarah murmured, glancing at the huge castle before them.
Jareth nodded and picked her up by the waist and set her down gently on the ground. He looked at Hoggle who smiled at both of them. Jareth held out his arm for Sarah, feeling a bit nervous about seeing his family again.
"Any last minute instructions?" Sarah whispered, resting her hand on his.
He covered her hand with his own and began to walk.
"Act like a snob," he whispered to her.
He smirked. "You look perfect."
They entered a long greeting hall that was packed with people but left the center of the room clear. At the end of the room were two throwns. In one sat Jareth's father. In another sat his mother, a long white hared cheerful looking woman who seemed very please with what was going on around her. Her blue eyes lit up when they saw Jareth. To her left were two other men. Both of which had blond hair and blue eyes. Both were pale and looked bored. Jareth's fathers eyes showed no sign of emotion as Jareth approached with Sarah. On his right were two other men. Both of these men had black hair and green eyes. Both were pale but looked a little happier than the blond hared men. Jareth stopped in front of his parents and stepped away from Sarah. He bowed deeply to his father and mother then turned halfway to face Sarah.
"My kind and queen, may I present to you Sarah Williams."
Sarah curtsied and Jareth's mother smiled and nodded her head to Sarah while his father gave her a curt nod.
Jareth went back over to Sarah and held out his arm. She took it and he walked up to stand with the two other men beside his mother.
Letting her eyes roam around the room, she saw many creatures she thought had been mythical. Centaurs talked quietly with pointy-eared elves and tiny pixies talked with pipe carrying satyrs.
Jareth leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Now we stand here for an hour or so then we will go and talk in Fathers study. After that we might be able to have a break before dinner."
"Sounds exciting," she whispered back.
He laughed quietly.
The ceremony went on forever and then everyone was shown to their rooms. They were instructed to come down to the kings study when they had themselves all squared away. When Jareth was done unpacking, he joined Sarah in her rooms.
"How are you faring Sarah?"
"All right I guess, a little intimidated though. Should I stay in this outfit or dress in something less flashy?" Sarah asked, hanging up the last dress she had brought.
He leaned up against the wall, watching her. "I'm sorry to say this but you'll have to be dressed up. We'll be in front of father so it's good to make an immersion
." "I don't mean to be rude, but why didn't your brothers have ladies with them? Or should I have moved away and not stood near you?"
Jareth smiled. "They all left their queens in their kingdoms. They don't like to be around their queens if at all possible. Let's just say that it really wasn't their idea to get married at all."
"How horrible. Why did they ever get married if they dislike their spouses so?"
"Father arranged it," he said softly.
"Could he order you to marry another? A fae?" Sarah asked in a whisper, hugging Jareth.
Jareth shrugged and held her to him. "I guess he could if he wanted to."
"There would be no way to stop him?"
He rested his cheek on her head. "I could always say I'm not his son, but being in the middle of four of my brothers kingdoms and suddenly not being one of the family might be very uncomfortable.
Sarah pressed her face against his shoulder and shut her eyes, holding him tightly.
He patted her back. "I don't think he will though Sarah. He hasn't yet. He gave them all their kingdoms too. He didn't give me mine. I had to make it for myself. I think it will be all right. Father can't be that cruel."
Nodding, Sarah reluctantly stepped back and looked up at him. "Would you let him take me from you?"
Jareth traced her jaw and gave her his cockiest grin. "What do you think?"
Sarah managed to smile back. "Let me hear you say it though. This place scares me with all its grandeur and I want to feel safe."
Jareth smiled and pulled her into a tight hug.
"I won't let anyone take you from me. I promise," he whispered into her ear.
"Thank you," she whispered, tilting her head up and kissing him softly.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"Jareth? Jareth dear? Are you with your friend?"
Jareth pulled away and blushed lightly. "Yes Mama. In here."
The door opened and the queen to the fae glided into the room.
Sarah, not really knowing what to do, settled with a curtsy.
The queen laughed and floated over to Sarah, patting her hand.
"Don't worry about all those curries in private dear. If I had curtsied to my husbands mother every time I saw her my knees would have given out on me."
She turned to Jareth and held out her arms.
Jareth's smiled resembled on of a boys as he stepped forward and hugged his mother.
Sarah smiled softly as she watched them, absently fiddling with her skirt.
Jareth's mother pulled away, keeping an arm around his waist while Jareth kept his arm over her shoulder.
"Tell me Jareth, are you to...uh...you know?"
Jareth smiled and nodded. A grin lit up the queens face.
"Well it's about time!"
Sarah glanced up at Jareth and raised an eyebrow slightly.
Jareth lifted one of his eyebrows in response.
"So how has father been?" he asked.
"Oh grumpy and stuffy as usual. You think a few thousand years would change him?"
Jareths sighed. "No. I guess not."
Sarah moved over to the window and glanced down at the stone courtyard.
Jareth and his mother quietly talked. After a few minutes there came a rather startled, "Oh my!" Jareth sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Oh mother please. This doesn't change anything."
Jareth's mother glanced at Sarah. "Not in my eyes it doesn't...but your fathers..."
Sarah turned and looked back at them, somewhat confused when she found the queen staring at her.
The queen stood, looking sad. "You are a mortal child?"
Sarah nodded slowly, glancing with slight panic at Jareth.
Jareth stood and walked over to her and held her against him.
The queen smiled. "I hope the king can overlook your liniage. It would be so unfair if..."
She stopped and glanced at the ground.
"Well I'm sure you don't want to listen to an old woman ramble so I'll be on my way."
She smiled and bowed her head to both of them.
"Sarah. Jareth. Goodnight."
"Goodnight Mama," Jareth said softly, laying his cheek down on Sarah's head.
"Goodnight majesty," Sarah murmured, leaning against Jareth once the door shut behind the queen. "I'm scared."
Jareth stroked her hair. "I won't let anything happen," he said, his voice a little shaky. He cleared his throat. "I'm sure Father will understand."
"Then why are you trembling?" Sarah whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Jareth tried to speak but couldn't find any words. He couldn't deal with this now. He could worry later. He stealed himself. Time to play the roll of the Goblin King. After taking a few deep breaths he stepped back.
"Time to go and see the King."
Sarah sighed and nodded, gently touching his cheek with her fingertips.