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Part 2

*What did you do to me?*

::Authoress looks innoccent::

*Don't even try, fix this. I don't have loyal acolytes demanding to see me like this, they want my dignity.*

*Whatever, you ever think if you took it down just a notch, we might not make as much fun of you?*

*Pft*

Sarah heard the music of doom playing in the background, she looked to Jareth in horror as she saw his eyelids flutter open. The Goblin King was waking up.

"Uhhh…who let Humongus do the Macarena in my head?" he groaned, a stray rainbow bubble hiccuped out of his mouth. He had yet to see Sarah, after first opening his eyes he had quickly closed them. She was hoping she might be able to just sneak back to her bathroom, she tried to lift a foot in the direction of the swirling portal. Her sneaker, however, was too entangled with his Rapunzel-like hair and she tripped flat on her face, well as flat as the mountains of hair would let her

"Mmmooommmphhrrmmm." She pushed herself up and pulled the long hairs from her mouth, they tasted like peaches.

"Who's there?" Jareth muttered from his chair (his macrame chair).

*For the last time, I don't have a macrame chair.*

*Sure you don't.*

"Umm…it's just me Jareth" Sarah spoke softly, knowing his head must have the whole Tabernacle choir practicing in it.

"Sarah?"Jareth knew it was her, and he was embarrassed, he must look a wreck, with the hangover he was feeling. "Why did you come back to my Labyrinth?"He demanded in a harsh angry voice.

*Gee, someone doesn't take embarrassment well.*

*Oh, do shut up.*

*Sure J, in a million nevers maybe.*

::Jareth shoves the Authoress out of the way and starts writing the story himself.::

The Goblin King stared icily at his former opponent, he could tell through the daze of his wretched hangover that she was no longer the little girl with a room full of toys. Vaguely he remember seeing the less toy filled room, sleeping in it. Sleeping in her bed, he purred. Sarah bed, happy thought indeed. He noticed Sarah was staring at him strangely and gave her his most beguiling smile. She just huffed crossed her arms. Oh, that was right, he had been mad at her. Time to fix that, after all, he those happy Sarah's bed with Sarah thoughts to make real.

"So how have you been Sarah?"

"Just fine you bad boy you. Why don't we go back to my place and have a bit of fun?" She winked at him naughtily and rubbed her back side suggestively. Jareth smiled devilishly, in that way that makes all women swoon. He is after all, the most handsome male to ever exist.

In the background a loud bed thumping song could be heard playing.

"On second thoughts Sarah, let's just stay here," he snapped his fingers and they were out of that horrible macrame room, something the Wiseman had done in his absence, not a room of his own creation, macrame was below royalty. His hair was no longer the length of the equator, it was back to its beautifulness that made all females want to jump his sexy bones.

His bed was black and silky, there were dark furs thrown across the stone floor. Sarah had taken off her shirt, he stopped looking at his room and starting paying attention to the good stuff.

"Dang girl! You sure did grow up."

"That's right Jareth, and I have been awfully naughty, you want to punnish me?" This last bit was said in a breathless whisper. Jareth stepped forward and put his hands on her--

::Authoress is torn between fits of laughter and the need to rip off Jareth's head::

*What have you done to my lovely story? You horrible, horrible person!*

*It is rather an improvement if I do say so*

*Right…good thing I have friends in high places mister. Since you messed her up so badly, I think it is only fair--*

::Authoress opens door and lets Sarah into the room.::

::Sarah shoves Jareth out of the chair and onto the floor::

Resume story.

As Jareth placed his clammy hands on Sarah the trance was broken, the alcohol on his breath was stale and rancid, her nose shriveled in response.

"Get off me you toad!" She punched him, the goblin monarch reeled back, his balance already compromised by his hangover.

"But…Sarah..?" He wimpered.

"But what? You thought that we were what? Friends? Lovers? Bosom companions?" She was rather proud of this retort, Hoggle having told her the real story behind that peach.

"Well, yeah…maybe?"

"Whatever, you are pathetic. I only came here to tell you that that Peachy Fizzy you were drinking has some side effects when mixed with magic. I hope you haven't used too much."

Jareth's look of horror confirmed otherwise.

"Well, I did use some…to get back here…and to sleep…and to fix my hair…and to bring us to the bedroom…nothing big…"He started biting his lip in worry.

"Uh, yeah, well, I guess you can handle it then, I will see you later," Sarah made her way to the door marked "Exit".

*Wait you are going to end my story there?*

*Uh, yeah.*

*No way! I have plans, big plans! Geeze, first J makes it into a raunchy love fest and now you, Sarah, make it into a well, lame story. Gah! *

::Authoress shoves Sarah off the chair and resumes story.::

::Jareth snickers at Sarah.::

::Sarah glares at Jareth and sits next to him behind the Authoress. Both stare intently as the Authoress resumes the story.::

*DOink*

Sarah stopped in her tracks, the exit sign having dissapeared suddenly and the bizzare noise catching her attention.

"sarah…um..can you stay and help, maybe?" Jareth's voice sounded very far away.

"Jareth, I am sick of this," she turned around, "I tried to help you, I did help you and you treated me like cow dung. And now you are hiding from me? What kinda of weirdo are you?"

*tug tug*

Sarah looked down at her feet, something was caught on her pants. It looked like a small dandelion. Wow did the labyrinth have strange creatures.

"Jareth, you leave me alone, and tell all of your little minions to leave me alone too!" She stooped to pluck the offensive creature off her pants.

"Aiiiiieeeeeeiiiii!" Jareth squealed as Sarah encompased his whole body with her hand. Sarah opened her hand.

"Jareth? Is that you?"

"No, it's the tooth fairy!" Jareth stomped his tiny booted foot.

"Wow, really? Gee, I always thought well, that she had wings."

"SHE?!?!" Sarah's ear's rung, his voice ranged now all the way into dog whistles.

Sarah cackled.

"I suppose you want my help Jareth?" she raised an expectant eyebrow.

"Yes, I already asked for it."

"You didn't say the magic word." She shook a tree sized finger at him.

"You mean there is a magic word that will make this all better?" Jareth looked at her hopefully.

"No, you nitwit. I meant please."

"Oh." He paused "Please?" Awww, he just looked so cute. Sarah felt the urge to kiss him, and if she wasn't in danger of accidentally inhaling him she would have. As it was, she had to settle for gently petting his fuzzy head with her finger.

"Sure, what do suggest we do? I mean, can't you just wait for the effects of the fizzy to wear off, won't it all go back to normal."

"Maybe," he squeaked, "but I doubt it," he sat down thoughtfully in the palm of her hand.