A/N: Who hooo!! My turn now!! Err, sorry. Got a little carried away there, LOL.

Disclaimer: I own me, and this computer, and my name, and Jareth.*pauses* No, I don't own Jareth. Ah, well. Can't have everything. *curses* I also do not own any websites mentioned in this chapter.

And yes, this fic is a blatant fic of putting myself in the story. I tell you honestly and make no effort to hide it; however, I do not write in the first person. Hee hee. I'm writing omniscient. ^^

Info on djinn is a mix of real Hausa myth, lore taken from the Koran, role playing characteristics, and my own little twists.

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If ya wanna email me, you can reach me at delphi_silverhawk@yahoo.com

Grazie!

^^Del^^

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CRASH!!!

Del flinched as she heard the loud noise, startled out of her thoughts. What is THAT?

"Who's there?" She asked, trying to sound threatening.

With one fluid motion, she quickly tied her hair back and grabbed the closest weapon she could find: a fencing foil. She gave a mental "thank you" for ever having an interest in the art of sword fighting and fencing, as well as having taken some elementary lessons.

"Who's there?" she asked again, leaning forward, bracing herself for a frontal attack. She held the foil in her left hand, lowered but at the ready.

Her questions were answered by silence.

Cautiously, she started exploring the house, stopping only to grab her cell phone and clip it to her jeans, ready to dial 911 at any moment. Looking in every direction, her ears were tuned to pick up any noise, and her eyes scanned her surroundings in an odd mixture of the franticness of caught animal and the intensity of a stalking predator.

A rustling sound caught her attention, and she was there instantly, adrenaline flooding her body. A fleeting glimpse of a human figure caught her eye, and she immediately leaped after the dark figure, not caring at this point if it were friend or foe.

A sudden force pushed her back, and her foil was knocked out of her hand. As she sprung back up, she instantly positioned herself in a cat stance, great for allowing lateral motion to any direction. If need be, she was trained in martial arts and would not hesitate to use them.all five years of them.

"Delphi, please stop that." Came a slightly annoyed and accented voice.

Eyes widened in recognition, Del dropped her offensive and ran over to the dark figure.

"Jareth!"

She noticed he looked tired, and had the oddest expression on his face. Del squinted in the dim light, trying to discern what it was.

Horror.

"Jareth! You.you." she trailed off, at a loss of words. Jareth, the High and Mighty Goblin King, was terrified of something.

"What's wrong?" she got out, after a few minutes of stuttering.

Jareth glared at her.

"Three guesses." He said bitterly.

"Ahh." Del smiled. "I take it you had another encounter with.um.what's-his- name then."

"DJinn." Jareth stated through gritted teeth. His fists were clenched and face angry, furious. Magickal energy filled the air, making it almost tingle with electricity.

"Please stop that, I feel like you are going to explode or something." Del admonished him, frowning. "I am rather attached to my house, and would like to keep it in one piece. None of this lashing out magickally please."

If looks could kill, Del knew that right then and there she would be dead and buried.

"Now, sit down." Del gestured to the dining room table. "I'm making peppermint tea with honey, you want some?"

Jareth shook his head, still obviously angry at the situation.

With her tea in hand, Del took a seat next to Jareth.

"Now, tell me." She prompted. "What happened?"

Jareth proceeded to tell her about his last encounter with DJinn, and how he tried to use the rune and imprison the annoying djinn into a glass lamp. How two times he thought he had succeeded and both times he was wrong.

"What can I do now?" he asked, at the conclusion of his narrative.

Del sipped her tea before getting up and going to her bookshelf.

Looking over the titles, she scanned each book until she found the one she was looking for.

"Aha!" she exclaimed as she triumphantly pulled a thick book from the highest shelf. "Got it!"

Jareth walked over to her and looked. It was yet another world mythology encyclopedia.

"How many of those things do you own?" he muttered incredulously.

"You don't wanna know." Del answered, smiling enigmatically.

Jareth shrugged and returned to the table with her. Del opened the book and took out a folded piece of paper.

"Okay, I did some research on djinn not only with my various books, but online as well. Just use Google, Ilor, Dogpile, Momma, or probably any other search engine and you'll get some results. Just be sure to separate the fiction novels' info from the myth info. In this case, myth and legend info will be the most helpful and true."

Jareth nodded. "Okay."

Del unfolded the paper and started reading with a short preamble:

"Okay, well I reiterated some information, just for the heck of it and this isn't an essay, its in note-format, so bear with me here."

Jareth nodded again and leaned forward to listen.

"Djinn are also called genies, jinn, jinni, or aljunno. It is said that their veins flow with fire instead of blood, and if wounded, their wounds will burst fire. Mind you, IF you can wound one. Their life span can reach thousands of years and perhaps even forever. Djinn are usually separated into five classes: ranking first were the Marid, second the Afreet, third the Sheitan, fourth the Ghillan, and fifth the Jann. They can take different forms, ranging from warty frogs to wrinkled old men, but their favorite shape is to take that of a muscle-bound handsome youth. Another rumor is that djinn are able to eavesdrop on anyone, including angels. Also, djinn possess a high amount of magick, almost limitless. They can control the elements and weather. Men try to capture djinn with the aid of talismans and spells, like the lamp."

"That's it?" Jareth asker her.

"Yeah." That is about the bulk of the info out there. She shrugged. "Apologies, but there is not a whole bunch of info out there. I searched 6 pages of Google and several encyclopedias online and the old fashioned paper ones."

"No essay on how to defeat one? Like, a How-To-Defeat-A-Djinn-For-Dummies Essay?" Jareth repeated.

Del shook her head and chuckled. "Yeah, those Dummies books are great." She trailed off.

"On a more serious note though, I have a couple of theories." She offered. "But, um, I'm not sure if you'll like them."

"Let's hear it." Jareth sighed.

"Okay. Number One: Did you ASK him why he is bothering you? Maybe if you tried talking with him NICELY then you might get further than trying to blast him out of existence with your magick, since I think his magick prowess seems to rival if not surpass yours. Number Two: I have not seen any info on how to defeat a djinn, and am afraid that is because no one has defeated a djinn yet. Sorry, but there seems to be no precedent for it. You tried the rune, right?"

Jareth nodded glumly.

"Hmm. Well, perhaps this djinn is a member of the highest order of djinn then, and unable to be defeated. If I may add my humble opinion, maybe you should ask for forgiveness and try and make peace?"

Jareth stared at her.

"Sorry, sorry." She laughed and held up her hands in mock surrender. "I personally would try and talk it through without the use of violence, but then again, I am a pacifist tree-hugging Birkenstocks-wearing, pro-animal- liberation vegetarian."

Jareth stared.

"There's my advice. Take it or leave it. I have to get back to my regular molecular cell biology studies. I have an exam in one and a half weeks." She tapped her foot impatiently.

"Fine, fine." Jareth muttered. "I'll try and come up with a spell to trap him."

"Ditching the peace plan so soon?"

"Yes. I can trap him, there has got to be a way. Besides, I'm stronger anyway."

Del mentally rolled her eyes. "If you say so." She murmured under her breath.

With a flash of glitter Jareth was gone.

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There phew done.