Ok, here's the next chapter, REVISED! NO MORE BIG PARAGRAPHS! WEE!  

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Chapter Two

His Faithful Adversary

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            Sarah awoke with a start. Where was she? All she could remember was Jareth getting out of the field and running off. JARETH! She had to go find him, if he was still running loose, who knows what could happen to him. She sat up quickly. And suddenly remembered what happened after she had gone chasing after her horse. Her head felt like it was going to split in two.  "Ouch.." She groaned aloud. The pain was almost unbearable. Her brain seemed to pound inside of her head. Suddenly she felt a cool hand press against her forehead. Warmth seemed to flow from the fingertips of the hand right into her head. The pain slowly decreased until it was nearly gone. Sarah couldn't see through the darkness as to whose hand it was that touched her forehead. She felt drowsy again.

            "That was quite a fall you took Sarah."

            Sarah froze. She knew that voice all too well. Where was she then!? This wasn't her house. The bed was too large and the smell was of the owner of that familiar voice, magic. It smelled like magic. Where was he? Why didn't he turn a light on? Her mind rambled through many thoughts as she pulled herself away from his hand.

                     As if reading her mind, suddenly there was light. Sarah looked and found the source to be a candle lit on a nearby table. She glanced up quickly at the man she had waited 5 years to see again. The shadow cast a strange glow to his mismatched eyes, one blue the other a dark brown. Her eyes traveled over his smooth skin, over his strong aristocratic nose and down to his lips that were pulled up into a smirk. His hair was the same wild blonde mane that fell to his soldiers. He wore a poet's shirt that opened to reveal his upper chest and the glowing pendent that hung there. He had on his usual tights that took on a whole new interest now that she wasn't 15 and the riding boots that overlapped them. Her eyes traveled back up to his face and the mouth that was grinning ever bigger. He hadn't missed her over view of him.

            Suddenly she found her voice, "How did I get here?"

            He pulled on a false surprised look and replied, "Oh, you do not remember calling for me?"

            "I would never call for you Goblin King!"

            "Yes Sarah, but you did. I must admit I was a bit surprised myself to hear my faithful adversary calling for me."

            Sarah winced. He was right. She had called for him. She hadn't missed the slight pain he had shown at her previous statement though. Why Though? He hated her didn't he? He had just called her his 'Faithful Adversary'. That was proof enough that he still hated her.

            "I wish to go home immediately." Sarah announced.

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            Did she still hate him that much? Jareth wondered to himself. And she had to do this? She had denied him once before, after she had defeated his Labyrinth, but why now? He had saved her of course, from laying there in the cold with her head injury. He sighed. She still appreciated nothing. Her words saying she would never call for him hurt him more than she'd ever know. He had allowed himself to grimace for a moment before slipping his cold mask back on again.

            Sarah had no idea how much he cared for her. She hadn't known when she was 15, and now, the stunning woman of 20 before him still hated him and thought the feelings to be mutual. He had stayed up for nights after she had refused him, he had not slept or ate, or done much of anything. He left his Kingdom to be run by his Nephew, Ardamal. He had stayed in his room, locked there for days, threatening the person who should try to disturb him with the Bog of Eternal Stench. The event that finally drew him out was a revolt among the goblins. They believed him to be dead after they had not seen him for several days and they were trying to overthrow Ardamal. It was only then that he reappeared and ran the kingdom once more. But not once since Sarah had captured his heart had he taken another lover, or forgotten about her. He survived on his memories of her, her determination, her will, her soft black hair… 

            He still checked in on her ever so often. He never allowed her to glimpse him, thinking that if she did and called out to him that she would just show the same attitude she had before towards him. That she hated him and wanted him to leave her alone. But on his last check in, she had glimpsed him, as he sat on a tree in owl form. He thought to leave then, but she had pushed the thoughts of him from her mind and went on with her business. And then, he had seen her horse run away form her and he saw her slip and fall. He had waited. And then he finally heard her call out to him. Softly. If he hadn't been listening so hard for his name, he wouldn't have heard it. But she had said it. And he had promptly whisked her off to his Castle.

            His thoughts came back to the present as he realized she was staring at him again. He liberally allowed his eyes to roam over her form. She was thinner now than she was at 15. She still had the long dark hair that shimmered like a dazzling darkness and the same dark eyes that held fire. She was more mature now, both physically and mentally, he could sense it. He had a feeling he wouldn't be hearing, "It's not fair!" anytime soon. This pleased him. He had her dressed in a silk nightdress that he had put her in by magic. He suddenly noticed her staring at him.

            "TAKE ME HOME NOW!" She all but screamed at him.

            "Sarah you are my guest and it would be against the laws of etiquette for me to send you home in any less than perfect condition. You will stay here until I deem it that you may return aboveground."

            "BUT THAT'S NOT FA-". Suddenly she stopped yelling and he noticed she looked very tired. She moaned softly, clutching her head and fell back against the pillows.

            He was immediantly alarmed. He quickly produced a crystal and called into it, "Jonas! I require your presence immediantly in my chambers!" He tossed the crystal aside and waited a few short moments before there was a timid knock on the door.

            "Come in!" He ordered strongly.

            A short, elderly Fae entered the room. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

            "She has a head injury. Heal her." Jareth replied tersely.

            Jonas gave his king a strange look and then turned to the injured mortal that lay in the king's bed.