A.N: Alright. This story is finishing tonight. Or close enough. I'm going into the long-haul to wrap this up once and for all. Any and all comments are welcome, as I'll probably have to revise it later.

Richard only needed about 4 hours of sleep to feel rested. Well, as rested as I ever feel, he thought to himself. This morning was different, though. He hadn't been awoken by night terrors for the first time since the accident. He could feel adrenaline pumping in his veins, his lungs seemed to take in more oxygen. For the first time in what felt like forever he awoke with purpose.

He called Sarah to tell them where they were. They were still a good ways away, but he felt with a couple hours head start they could catch up quickly. Coffee in hand, he sat in his car and watched the sun rise from behind the hotel Toby was staying in. He realized it would probably be another 3 hours or so before they hit the road again, but he was determined to be prepared for any eventuality.

It was another 2 hours before anyone emerged from the room. The man walked downstairs, probably to check out, and returned minutes later. Richard was surprised that he felt comfortable leaving Toby unattended. As he watched the two walk towards the Taurus he noticed that Toby seemed awfully docile. Probably drugged. He started his car and prepared for another long day on the road, not wanting to call Sarah again until he had a clear idea of where they were heading.

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Sarah was confused. Incredibly comfortable, but confused. The arm wrapped over her was not Jeremy's. She knew this without even glancing down, because she and Jeremy had always ended up with their backs to each other, regardless of their positions before going to bed. Squinting at the clock it seemed to read 4:08. Too early for higher-brain functions. The arm around her seemed to agree, because it tightened around her, pulling her into the warm chest at her back.

There was a slight rumble from behind her, muffled as it was by her hair. Rather than try to figure out the mystery, she gave back in to sleep, burrowing under the body that was more than willing to oblige her. It's an odd thing, being conscious at 4 am. The body is awake, on some primal level, but there is nothing beyond the most basic of sensations. Sarah was aware of the warmth emanating from the other body on the bed. She could feel the chest rise and fall in time with her own, as if it were one set of lungs feeding them both. And she could smell the hint of musk, that mix of sandalwood and…Jareth. It was Jareth.

Her mind tripped over this new piece of information, but before she could decide how she felt about that, a new sensation entered the equation. It was a buzzing, not high-pitched enough to be an alarm clock, but it was continuous and, she decided, annoying. The problem was that the noise was coming from behind her, them, on the nightstand. Now she had to decide how to reach over and stop it. She could sit up and reach over, essentially pushing her breasts into his face, or she could roll over and reach over him. Annoying or not, though, it was still 4 am and sitting up would be too much effort. Grumbling to herself and at the noise that wouldn't stop, she rolled over and threw her arm out towards the nightstand. She noticed as she hit the "CALL" button on her cell phone that the arm from around her waist had followed her journey and was now firmly pressing her against him.

"Hello," she answered in a voice groggy from sleep.

On the other end she heard Richard tell her where they had stopped for the night. Still mentally fumbling, she figured they were a good 3 hours behind them.

"Sarah, it wasn't me."

She sighed into the phone. "I know. I know now anyway." When he didn't say anymore she continued, "We have to get back on the road." He promised to call again when he got the chance and she thanked him before hanging up.

She tossed the phone back onto the nightstand before addressing the sleepy Goblin King beneath her. And he was definitely beneath her, she noticed, glancing down at their bodies. One leg was thrown over his, most of her upper body covered his from her dash to reach the phone, and now both arms rested on his chest. His eyes were still half-closed from sleep, but he was grinning up at her. Before she could roll back off his other arm snaked over her waist, effectively keeping her in place.

Nonplussed, she looked down at him, her hair cascading on either side of his face. "Having fun?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"I can think of no better way to wake up," he answered. "Well," he paused, eyes roaming down her body before meeting her gaze again, "almost no better way."

"You're horrible," she said, blushing slightly.

"I beg to differ," he said, rolling over and pinning her beneath him. Giving in to the urge he had fought last night, he buried his head in her neck, nuzzling his way to her ear where he whispered, "I can prove it, if you want."

This was getting to be too much. Sighing, she pushed herself into a sitting position, surprised when he didn't put up a fight. She understood why when his hands came up to cup her face. Mirroring his actions she rested her forehead against his, breathing in the air between them that smelled of musk and almonds. They didn't say anything for awhile, and then her hands came down to his shoulders where they pushed, almost of their own volition, until there was some distance between them.

Her brow furrowed in concentration. "We will address this after I get Toby back." And without another word she rose, grabbed her duffel bag and walked into the bathroom to change.

Jareth watched the closed door, stretching back onto the side of the bed Sarah had just vacated. "I wait with baited breath" he murmured.