Disclaimer:  I OWN HIM!!! I OWN JARETH!!! ~lawyers converge around her~ No really, I don't!!! Jim Henson and David Bowie, considering he played him, own him.  All I own is Sarah and Malya. 

A/N:  Sorry for the wait between chapters.  My muse was being mean and only let me focus on my Harry Potter stories.  Considering that he is a Harry Potter character, this isn't surprising.  This is the last chapter for the story, though there will be two more sections, one focusing on Sarah's parent's and one focusing on the older Sarah.  They will most likely come in that order.  Thank you to those that reviewed.

Chapter 5

On the eleventh and twelfth nights, Jareth didn't come at all.  Sarah called and called for him, but he didn't come.  It saddened her to know he had given up on her.  She had gotten used to talking with him.  Though she'd deny it if asked, she even missed it when he'd ask her to be his queen.  He asked it each night and she'd become used to hearing it.  Sarah lay down on her bed and she looked at her crystal sadly.  "I miss you Jareth," she whispered.

In his bedroom in the castle beyond the goblin city, Jareth sat on his bed looking moodily at the crystal he held in his hand.

"I miss you too darling," he whispered back.  Tears blurred his vision as he looked at the one that could complete him.  "Just tell me yes."

However that night Sarah cried herself to sleep, her arms around herself, like Jareth would hold her.  As for Jareth, he sat up the entire night, watching her sleep.

In the morning, he watched her go about her daily routine, though she didn't have the same enthusiasm she usually did.  She just seemed to drift along.  Jareth went to sleep soon after Sarah went to school.  When he woke up he noticed it was sunset, which meant it was nearly 10:00 p.m. Aboveground.  Jareth rushed to change from his sleep mussed clothes into fresh clothes.  He glanced hurriedly in the mirror before disappearing from the room

Sarah sat at her vanity, her face in her hands.  "Where are you Jareth?" she asked.  She looked around at the room, while she had made changes to her aunt's old room; it was still a child's room.  She continued to look around, her eyes resting on a picture of her parents.  "I love you guys," she said, "but I can't live without him."  She took the picture out of the frame, gathered a few things from the room, and she stood in the middle of the room.  She took a deep breath.  "I wish the Goblin King would come and take me away to be his queen…right now."

As soon as she said that, Jareth appeared in the room with his arms open.  She ran into them and he hugged her tightly.  "I will ask you once and only once; love me, fear me, and I will be your slave."

"Always," Sarah whispered, looking into Jareth's face. 

As his lips met hers, the two disappeared from the room.

Across the country, a middle-aged woman with thick brown hair shot up in her bed.  Sarah Williams sat there panting, with one thought running through her mind, Jareth…

2nd A/N:  Please review and tell me what you thought of the story.