Disclaimer: I own nothing but Mary Jo and the plot.
Sarah lay in her bed, thinking about all that had happened that day. She was not sure weather or not she should be worried about Jareth. Since she knew that she would not be able to sleep for quite some time, she decided to go downstairs and find a small snack. Perhaps an apple would help her think a little better.
She made her way to the kitchen, trying her best not to wake her sleeping friend. Once inside the kitchen, she flipped on the switch and jumped with a start. There, by the fridge, she saw Mary Jo, in her robe.
"Did I scare you?" she asked.
"Just a little," said Sarah. "I am very unnerved tonight."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Mary Jo. "Can I get you anything?"
"An apple, please," replied Sarah. She sat down on her bar stool as Mary Jo set down- a peach? "I asked for an-," Sarah stopped. She looked up to see Jareth, standing right there in front of her.
"Hello, Sarah," he smiled.
"What are you doing here?" asked Sarah, her heart racing. She couldn't think of anything to do. She wanted to scream, but she was somehow unable to.
"I wanted to tell you that I have missed you terribly, Sarah." Sarah shivered. The only time she hated hearing her name was when he said it. He scared her, yet she loved him at the same time. She could not make up her mind about him. "And I have come back to make amends." He started to walk toward her while she began to back away. She was forced to stop, however, when she felt a wall against her. Jareth frowned.
"I would have thought," he said, "the you would have wanted to talk to me." Sarah said nothing. "Well, since you obviously don't know what to say, I will give you a chance to think about it. I will return in exactly twenty-four hours to get your answer."
"To what?" Sarah managed to ask.
"To weather or not you wish to be my queen in the Underground." Jareth smiled. And before Sarah could think of anything else to say, Jareth vanished.
Sarah lay in her bed, thinking about all that had happened that day. She was not sure weather or not she should be worried about Jareth. Since she knew that she would not be able to sleep for quite some time, she decided to go downstairs and find a small snack. Perhaps an apple would help her think a little better.
She made her way to the kitchen, trying her best not to wake her sleeping friend. Once inside the kitchen, she flipped on the switch and jumped with a start. There, by the fridge, she saw Mary Jo, in her robe.
"Did I scare you?" she asked.
"Just a little," said Sarah. "I am very unnerved tonight."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Mary Jo. "Can I get you anything?"
"An apple, please," replied Sarah. She sat down on her bar stool as Mary Jo set down- a peach? "I asked for an-," Sarah stopped. She looked up to see Jareth, standing right there in front of her.
"Hello, Sarah," he smiled.
"What are you doing here?" asked Sarah, her heart racing. She couldn't think of anything to do. She wanted to scream, but she was somehow unable to.
"I wanted to tell you that I have missed you terribly, Sarah." Sarah shivered. The only time she hated hearing her name was when he said it. He scared her, yet she loved him at the same time. She could not make up her mind about him. "And I have come back to make amends." He started to walk toward her while she began to back away. She was forced to stop, however, when she felt a wall against her. Jareth frowned.
"I would have thought," he said, "the you would have wanted to talk to me." Sarah said nothing. "Well, since you obviously don't know what to say, I will give you a chance to think about it. I will return in exactly twenty-four hours to get your answer."
"To what?" Sarah managed to ask.
"To weather or not you wish to be my queen in the Underground." Jareth smiled. And before Sarah could think of anything else to say, Jareth vanished.
