Disclaimer: I own nothing but Mary Jo and the plot. "Why do you call me your love?" Sarah asked as she turned to look at the Goblin King. "I have not seen you in so long and I am not so sure that I wish to be your love."
"I would hope that after so many years of thinking and dreaming of me would be enough," said Jareth with a saddened look on his face.
"Well," sighed Sarah. "I must admit that I did miss you." Sarah couldn't believe it. Those words had just tumbled out of her mouth as if someone else were saying them. But it was as if she could not even keep control over her own thoughts. She began to melt like butter under his glare. His stare was not as hard as she had remembered it to be, but soft and gentle and loving. What could she do? She really did love him, though she was not sure what would happen if she were to tell him.
As if he were sensing her pain, Jareth smiled and came up with an idea.
"Why don't we improvise?" The next thing Sarah knew, she was inside his castle and wearing the same dress she had worn when he sang to her in the ballroom. Her hair was swept up in the same manner, as well.
"Jareth?" She looked around, trying to find the man that was to blame for all of this.
"Hello," said a voice. Sarah turned to see Jareth, in the outfit that he had worn at the ball. "Why don't we make a pact?" He began to dance with her as a familiar song began to play. "You think it over for another week or so. If at all during that week you want me to come take you, I will." Sarah tried to speak, but she had no time to. The next thing she knew, she was lying in her bed, and Jareth was gone