Jareth lay in bed, starring at his roof. The booze and the lack of sleep must be getting to him. He was freaking out over a fantasy flick. He shrugged and closed his eyes to try and sleep but sleep wasn't coming for him. Grumbling he sat up and, after sitting on the edge of his bed for several minutes, decided it was too hot in his house and went for a walk. It was cooler outside.
He felt better after walking for a few minutes. He was returning to his house when he heard the soft crunch of footsteps behind him. He stopped and turned around only to find no one following him, yet the footsteps were still getting louder. Something inside his chest clenched with fear and he began to run for his house. The footsteps ran with him. He could hear the beat of his own heart in his ears along with the sound of his breathing. He reached his house and closed the door behind him. He backed away, not taking his eyes from the door, still breathing hard.
There was a knock. "Jareth?"
It sounded like the girl from the bar...
"Sarah?" he asked inching towards the door.
"Yes. Open the door Jareth."
He did and stepped back. "Come in," he said, still slightly winded.
She smiled at him and reached out for his hand. "Come on Jareth. Let's go."
He looked confused. "Go where?"
"Back to your rooms. Now come on Jareth. Let's go," she said tugging on his hand.
He pulled away. "But I am home."
She frowned at him. "Jareth please. Don't be like this right now. It's late and I want to go to sleep. Please? Your still sick."
He began backing away. "I'm sick! It's you that's sick! Your talking crazy!"
Sarah held out her hand for him again. "Please Jareth?"
He backed up till his legs hit the bed and he sat down. "This is my house. I'm already home."
She looked confused and stepped closer to him, shutting the door behind her. "Jareth, these are my rooms."
His mind reeled. She was nuts.
She sighed. "But if you want to sleep in here you can ok?"
She helped him lay down in his own bed and sat down beside him, stroking his hair.
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" he asked, suddenly tired.
She laughed quietly. Of course silly. "You. Now go to sleep."
That sounded like a wonderful idea. He did so. He would sort out all these confusing thoughts in the morning.
Jareth awoke in a large room with white carpet and cream colored walls. A desk was in the corner and he lay underneath a white fluffy down comforter. He was in Sarah's rooms. He blew a strand of his long pale moon colored hair out of his face and noticed Sarah curled into a ball beside him. He sat up and leaned against the headboard, watching her. He had had the strangest dream...but why was he here?
Sarah woke up a little bit later and smiled up at him. She sat up and stretched then put a hand to his forehead.
"Oh good. The fever has broken. It's about time," she said giving him a light kiss on the cheek.
He blinked a few times. "Fever?"
She nodded and snuggled against his side.
"Yes, you've had a high fever for the past two days and have been running around the palace talking nonsense to people. You even brought Didymus a B.L.T."
She chuckled softly.
"We couldn't keep you in your rooms. You were everywhere."
Jareth thought for a moment. How strange. A fever then. That's all it was. That was just fine by him. He sighed.
"So...what's for breakfast?"
(In another dimension)
The mayor stood up on the small platform and addressed the crowd. One of our citizens has vanished. I say we rally together and try and find him!"
The crowed cheered.
"Split up into groups and start looking is what I say! Who knows, he could be in the middle of the woods with a broken leg!"
The crowed agreed.
"What say we go and look for the chap? Let's go find Jareth!"
The crowed cheered and went off to find the missing person named Jareth who had magically vanished without a trace.
He felt better after walking for a few minutes. He was returning to his house when he heard the soft crunch of footsteps behind him. He stopped and turned around only to find no one following him, yet the footsteps were still getting louder. Something inside his chest clenched with fear and he began to run for his house. The footsteps ran with him. He could hear the beat of his own heart in his ears along with the sound of his breathing. He reached his house and closed the door behind him. He backed away, not taking his eyes from the door, still breathing hard.
There was a knock. "Jareth?"
It sounded like the girl from the bar...
"Sarah?" he asked inching towards the door.
"Yes. Open the door Jareth."
He did and stepped back. "Come in," he said, still slightly winded.
She smiled at him and reached out for his hand. "Come on Jareth. Let's go."
He looked confused. "Go where?"
"Back to your rooms. Now come on Jareth. Let's go," she said tugging on his hand.
He pulled away. "But I am home."
She frowned at him. "Jareth please. Don't be like this right now. It's late and I want to go to sleep. Please? Your still sick."
He began backing away. "I'm sick! It's you that's sick! Your talking crazy!"
Sarah held out her hand for him again. "Please Jareth?"
He backed up till his legs hit the bed and he sat down. "This is my house. I'm already home."
She looked confused and stepped closer to him, shutting the door behind her. "Jareth, these are my rooms."
His mind reeled. She was nuts.
She sighed. "But if you want to sleep in here you can ok?"
She helped him lay down in his own bed and sat down beside him, stroking his hair.
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" he asked, suddenly tired.
She laughed quietly. Of course silly. "You. Now go to sleep."
That sounded like a wonderful idea. He did so. He would sort out all these confusing thoughts in the morning.
Jareth awoke in a large room with white carpet and cream colored walls. A desk was in the corner and he lay underneath a white fluffy down comforter. He was in Sarah's rooms. He blew a strand of his long pale moon colored hair out of his face and noticed Sarah curled into a ball beside him. He sat up and leaned against the headboard, watching her. He had had the strangest dream...but why was he here?
Sarah woke up a little bit later and smiled up at him. She sat up and stretched then put a hand to his forehead.
"Oh good. The fever has broken. It's about time," she said giving him a light kiss on the cheek.
He blinked a few times. "Fever?"
She nodded and snuggled against his side.
"Yes, you've had a high fever for the past two days and have been running around the palace talking nonsense to people. You even brought Didymus a B.L.T."
She chuckled softly.
"We couldn't keep you in your rooms. You were everywhere."
Jareth thought for a moment. How strange. A fever then. That's all it was. That was just fine by him. He sighed.
"So...what's for breakfast?"
(In another dimension)
The mayor stood up on the small platform and addressed the crowd. One of our citizens has vanished. I say we rally together and try and find him!"
The crowed cheered.
"Split up into groups and start looking is what I say! Who knows, he could be in the middle of the woods with a broken leg!"
The crowed agreed.
"What say we go and look for the chap? Let's go find Jareth!"
The crowed cheered and went off to find the missing person named Jareth who had magically vanished without a trace.