Disclaimer: I don't own jealous Jareth or Sweet Sarah. Or the song at the end of the chapter. I was listening to it when typing, and it sounded really fitting. It is "Wherever you will go" by The Calling. --------------- ----------------

When Sarah woke up the next day, she realized what the Goblin King had meant by him returning. She shook her head in misery as she recalled her latest dream. With a groan, she threw the covers off and rubbed her eyes, quickly getting dressed and going downstairs for breakfast. She was surprised to see her fiancé sitting at the dining room table.

"Good Morning, Sarah," he said in a cheery voice as he kissed her cheek.

"Morning . . . What exactly are you doing here? You didn't call. I would have neatened up," she blushed as she looked down at the ramshackle clothes she absentmindedly threw on.

"I invited him," Karen said as she entered the room. "I thought it would be a nice surprise. Plus, I thought he would like to check out the new place we found for your wedding. Don't you think so, dear?" Karen had that warning look in her eye. Sarah nodded solemnly.

'I just hope the Goblin King doesn't return while we're there,' Sarah wished.

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A while later, Sarah and her fiancé were walking hand in hand through the field destined to hold their wedding.

"Isn't it beautiful, honey?" Sarah purred, the Goblin King still on her mind.

"I think its perfect, Sarah. Just like you," he replied, kissing Sarah. She smiled happily. Maybe she does love him.

"You're so sweet," she snuggled into his shoulder.

Somewhere far away, in a great stone castle in the middle of a city of Goblins, The Goblin King threw a crystal at his wall in aggravation.

"Oh, so that's what she wants? Sweet? I'll give her sweet," he said as he stormed off.

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Sarah and Karen sat in the kitchen, a boatload of cakes piled up on the table and countertops.

"You must decide, Sarah. You cannot have a wedding without cake. Well?" Karen demanded.

"Oh, Jeez, I don't know. They're all so good. I don't think it should be my decision alone," Sarah complained, holding her full stomach. She just couldn't eat another bite.

"Fine. We'll let the happy couple try them all again later," Karen threw up her hands in exasperation.

"We're going out tonight, so I'll ask him then," Sarah stood up to go change.

"Where is he taking you?"

"He said it was a surprise," Sarah said curiously as she ascended the stairs.

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"Sarah? He's here!" Karen called up the stairs later.

"Coming!" Sarah descended the stairs, her sky blue dress trailing behind her. Her guy stood at the base of the steps, grinning up at the angel heading towards him.

"You're not going to be this beautiful when we get married, are you? Because I don't think you'd appreciate your husband dying of a heart attack during the ceremony," he said sarcastically as he took her hand in his, kissing it sweetly.

"Let's hope not. Now where exactly are you taking me?"

"I'm not going to tell you. It is a surprise. I figured you've been so busy with the wedding lately, that you deserved a night of rest and fine dining," he said with a sly smile. He was planning something, Sarah knew it, he had something up his sleeve.

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Sarah stepped out of the car carefully as her fiancé helped her out. He gingerly took off her blindfold and covered her eyes with his hands.

"Don't peek!" He whispered softly in her ear as he guided her forward. Suddenly he stopped her, and opened his hands. "Okay, open your eyes."

Sarah opened her eyes slowly and gasped. They were in her field. There was a candlelit table in the gazebo, and a trail of rose petals leading to it. Sarah threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, honey, it is lovely! Thank you so much!" He took her hand as they crossed the bridge together. She sighed and leaned against him, as he kissed her forehead. 'Maybe I do love him. Maybe I'm really not making the biggest mistake of my life.'

When they were sipping champagne and chatting lightly, a great snowy owl flew over them. Luckily Sarah didn't notice. It fluttered to a stop and perched on a signpost, watching the couple with wide mismatched eyes. When Sarah's fiancé leaned in for a kiss, the owl took off and landed directly behind him. Sarah paused. 'Oh, no. Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no.'

"What's the matter?"

'Yes, love, what is the matter?' The Goblin King's voice resounded jauntily in her mind.

"N-nothing. I'm fine, really." 'Stay out of my head!'

Her fiancé got up and offered Sarah his hand.

"Sarah, you look flushed. Are you well? Maybe we should take you home, dear."

'Why, Sarah! Are you all right? Maybe I should take you home. Yes, Sarah, come with me. I promise you will feel a whole lot better. Oh, but I guess I should introduce myself to your husband-to-be," he taunted.

"I think you should." 'No!' But it was too late. The Goblin King stood tall behind her fiancé. He smiled cruelly at Sarah and cleared his throat.

Her fiancé turned with a start. His highness held out his hand as Sarah buried her face in her hands.

"Excuse me, I suppose you are Sarah's fiancé?"

"Yes. How do you know her?" he asked suspiciously as if he was some stalker rapist who decided to prey upon his love.

"We are. . . old friends. Didn't Sarah ever tell you? You would think someone who loved and trusted you that much would tell you of such a petty thing," he smirked.

"We were not and never will be friends!" Sarah accidentally spit out. She regretted her words when she saw the rage in his eyes. But something else was there. Hurt. The hurt of someone who actually cared. But it quickly disappeared as fast as it came, and he stiffened slightly.

"Well, if that's what you believe, then so be it. But I will not give up, Sarah, and you know it." Sarah's fiancé listened to the whole thing, feeling like a third wheel. He was unsure whether this man was a threat or an ally. But at the last sentence, he grew very protective of his future wife.

"Hey! I don't know who you are, but you cannot just barge in on us and threaten my future wife!" He stood between them.

"I'm sorry, sir. I am Jareth. I am sorry to be so rude, but I am sure you understand just how precious your Sarah is. I respect your protection over her, but I am sorry I will not back down," he said defiantly. Quickly, he pushed her fiancé out of the way and kissed Sarah intensely. She faltered immediately, part of her wanting to push him aside and tend to her future husband, but another part wanted to deepen the kiss and allow her to be whisked away to his world. She never got to decide, however, as a fist slammed into Jareth's jaw, causing him to stumble away from her. Her knees threatened to give away when he released her. She saw her fiancé with his fists raised towards Jareth and wrath in his eyes.

"You bastard! You stay away from her!" He warned as his fist flew at Jareth's face again. Jareth's hand blocked his hand midair.

Jareth touched his lip with his finger and looked at the smear of blood unpleasantly. He glared at him as his fist slammed into his gut. Her beloved fell backward. Sarah stood in shock. She looked from Jareth, who looked back at her hungrily, to her fallen fiancé, who wondered why she had paused in rushing to his side. She recollected herself and rushed to her future husband, holding him in her arms to resist him from attacking Jareth again. Jareth spat out blood at their feet angrily.

"Figures. I will return, Sarah, you can count on it. I do not give up easily," he said as Sarah caught that sad look in his eyes again before he had gone.

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So lately, been wondering Who will be there to take my place When I'm gone you'll need love to light the shadows on your face If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all Then between the sand and the stone, could you make it on your own

If I could, then I would I'll go wherever you will go Way up high, or down low, I'll go wherever you will go

And maybe, I'll fine out A way to make it back someday To watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all Then I hope there's someone out there who can bring me back to you

If I could, then I would I'll go wherever you will go Way up high, or down low, I'll go wherever you will go Run away with my heart Run away with my hope Run away with my love

I know now, just quite how My life and love must still go on In your heart, in your mind, I'll stay with you for all of time

If I could, then I would I'll go wherever you will go Way up high, or down low, I'll go wherever you will go