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A shadow drifted across Sarah's sleeping face. Jareth moved out of his owl form into his own body, when he reached his full height he watched her eyes flit beneath her eyelids. He flicked his wrist and a crystal appeared in his hand. Jareth kissed the crystal and he set it next to her head before disappearing from the room.

That morning Sarah woke up to see a clear crystal ball lying at her side. She smiled, her father was always so sweet. She eagerly grabbed it and she rushed down the stairs to the kitchen. She opened the door to see her parents sitting at the kitchen table. Toby was reading the newspaper and Malya was busily serving breakfast.

"Good morning," Sarah said, leaning over to kiss Toby's cheek. She gave her mother a hug and over his wife's shoulder, Toby noticed the crystal Sarah still held.

"What's that?" he asked. Sarah looked surprised at the question.

"I don't now. I found it on my pillow this morning. I thought one of you gave it to me." Her parents exchanged looks over her head.

"I didn't. Did you Tob?" Malya asked. Toby shook his head. "Hmm…maybe you have a secret admirer, Sarah." Sarah smiled shyly, and continued to sort of twist the ball in her hands. Toby frowned, he knew he had seen a ball just like that once, he just couldn't remember where. Though he did have a vague memory of a blonde man holding one. Though most strongly, he remembered pair of mismatched blue eyes. He shrugged lightly and went back to his breakfast.

"So what are you going to do for your eighteenth birthday?" Toby asked, looking up from his eggs.

"Well I was supposed to go out with my friends, but they all got grounded. So I'll just stay here. Read." Stare fascinated at the crystal, she thought.

"Well I'm going to work now," Toby said, getting up from the table.

Sarah quickly finished her breakfast and she hurried back up the stairs. She flopped back on the bed and she looked at the crystal in wonder. "Where did you come from?" she wondered.

Jareth watched her through another crystal, watching her gaze at his present. He grinned and he let the crystal pop. He got off his throne and he stalked out to his room.

That night, Sarah sat at her desk, trying to sketch the face of the guy in her dream. For some reason, the only thing she could get right was his eyes. The beautiful mismatched eyes. She sighed, her parents were already out to dinner to celebrate their nineteenth anniversary. She sighed again.

"Oh now, surely nothing constitutes such a heavy sigh," came a silky British voice.

Sarah whirled around to see a tall blonde man with silky blonde hair, wearing a white poet's shirt with tight pants standing behind her. Completing the outfit was a long flowing cape. Sarah let her eyes roam all over him, he looked so familiar. She looked up into his eyes, noting their different colors and she gasped.

"You're him! The man from my dreams," she cried. He looked startled. Sarah picked up the red book and she held it close, seeking its comfort, along with the crystal. "Who are you?"

"You know very well who I am Sarah," he said, nodding at the book. Sarah gasped again.

"You're the Goblin King!" Jareth stepped closer. "But, I haven't wished anyone away."

He smiled. "How do you like my gift?" he asked, stepping closer still. Sarah looked at the crystal in surprise.

"You gave me this?" she asked in surprise. "I can't keep it. My aunt told me about you.

"She would," Jareth muttered. Then he looked back at Sarah. "It's a birthday present." He smiled at Sarah, she blushed to her surprise.

"Why are you here Jareth?" she asked.

"I've come with a proposition," Jareth said.