Disclaimer: I own none of the characters except for Sarah's friend
Christine.
Sarah hurried down the steps in her house. She was running desperately late for work. again. It seemed that she was running late for work every day this week. But for some reason, she just couldn't help but be late. She kept getting these strange dreams that she felt had something to do with Jareth. But she had no time to think about that right now. She needed to hurry up, or she would be late for work. She stuffed a bunch of paperwork into her bag, grabbed some toast, and left.
It took her twenty minutes to get to work. She could not make it there on time. She arrived ten minutes late, and hoped that no one might notice her late entrance. She cleverly slid into her cubicle and began typing out the information that seemed to appear overnight. She was very glad that she could type fast.
After about an hour, Sarah felt someone tap her on the shoulder with a gloved hand. She started, feeling very much afraid at what she might see as soon as she turned. "Jareth?" she gasped.
"I'm sorry, who's Jareth?" It was a woman's voice, thick with a southern accent. Sarah whipped around and smiled.
"Oh my gosh, Mary Jo," she laughed. "I haven't seen you in such a long time."
"I know," replied Mary Jo smartly. "That is why I came down here, sugar. I came here to see you."
"Well, I am a bit busy right now. But if you come back in about three hours or so, you and I can have lunch together."
"And what shall I do with my luggage? I came down here and did not stop at a motel or anything. I just wanted to see you so badly."
"You can go to my house," said Sarah. She dug into her purse for a moment, took out a set of keys, and handed them to her friend. "I believe you know where it is."
"Thanks, sugar." Mary Jo smiled, hugged Sarah, promised to be back by lunch, and left the cubicle. Sarah went back to work. ~*~
Jareth waited nervously on the train station. He did not know what to do. He began to bounce on his heels. He thought again and again of what the note had said. Had he missed something? What was it that made him want to do this? No, he did not want to do this. It was an obligation. An obligation he just had to fulfill. An unhappy obligation.
He watched for the train to pull into the station. He didn't want it to come, but figured it was for the best that this was happening. He pulled his cape around him as he shivered in the cold air. His breath was visible under the yellow lamp light of the train station. Though he couldn't be sure, he was almost positive that his lips had turned a blue or purple color by this time. 'Where is that train?' he wondered. He was growing steadily annoyed by the trains punctuality, or lack there of. It was now five minutes late. Six minutes. seven minutes, eight minutes. Suddenly, Jareth heard a whistle not far from the station platform. 'Finally,' he thought. 'He has arrived and I can have that talk. The talk that can reveal my future with Sarah.'
Sarah hurried down the steps in her house. She was running desperately late for work. again. It seemed that she was running late for work every day this week. But for some reason, she just couldn't help but be late. She kept getting these strange dreams that she felt had something to do with Jareth. But she had no time to think about that right now. She needed to hurry up, or she would be late for work. She stuffed a bunch of paperwork into her bag, grabbed some toast, and left.
It took her twenty minutes to get to work. She could not make it there on time. She arrived ten minutes late, and hoped that no one might notice her late entrance. She cleverly slid into her cubicle and began typing out the information that seemed to appear overnight. She was very glad that she could type fast.
After about an hour, Sarah felt someone tap her on the shoulder with a gloved hand. She started, feeling very much afraid at what she might see as soon as she turned. "Jareth?" she gasped.
"I'm sorry, who's Jareth?" It was a woman's voice, thick with a southern accent. Sarah whipped around and smiled.
"Oh my gosh, Mary Jo," she laughed. "I haven't seen you in such a long time."
"I know," replied Mary Jo smartly. "That is why I came down here, sugar. I came here to see you."
"Well, I am a bit busy right now. But if you come back in about three hours or so, you and I can have lunch together."
"And what shall I do with my luggage? I came down here and did not stop at a motel or anything. I just wanted to see you so badly."
"You can go to my house," said Sarah. She dug into her purse for a moment, took out a set of keys, and handed them to her friend. "I believe you know where it is."
"Thanks, sugar." Mary Jo smiled, hugged Sarah, promised to be back by lunch, and left the cubicle. Sarah went back to work. ~*~
Jareth waited nervously on the train station. He did not know what to do. He began to bounce on his heels. He thought again and again of what the note had said. Had he missed something? What was it that made him want to do this? No, he did not want to do this. It was an obligation. An obligation he just had to fulfill. An unhappy obligation.
He watched for the train to pull into the station. He didn't want it to come, but figured it was for the best that this was happening. He pulled his cape around him as he shivered in the cold air. His breath was visible under the yellow lamp light of the train station. Though he couldn't be sure, he was almost positive that his lips had turned a blue or purple color by this time. 'Where is that train?' he wondered. He was growing steadily annoyed by the trains punctuality, or lack there of. It was now five minutes late. Six minutes. seven minutes, eight minutes. Suddenly, Jareth heard a whistle not far from the station platform. 'Finally,' he thought. 'He has arrived and I can have that talk. The talk that can reveal my future with Sarah.'
