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Author's note- Ya know, I have the urge to warn you.... This chapter is the result of a slumber/birthday party, a 2 liter bottle of coke, musings about kidnapping fish, and getting slightly drunk. At 4:30 AM. I cannot be held responsible for anything I might put in this chapter. You have been warned.

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Sarah dropped her bag on the side table, and nearly closed the door in Jareth's face, convieniently forgetting that she had a new guest to her home. Jareth pushed the door back open, from almost closing itself in his face, with a look of discust torwards the woman who was failing to recognize the fact that he was there, off into her own little fantasy world while removing her shoes and tossing them to the side. Jareth decided to let it slide, and thus entered, shutting the door behind him.



At hearing the door shut conciderably later than it should have, the chocolate haired woman remembered her not so welcome guest. With a slight sigh she strolled into the kitchen, without so much as a word to him.

"Everything I've done I've done for you..."

The words of Jareth's last pleading song to her ringed in her ears as she opened the fridge. She shut her eyes for a moment, not wanting to remember anything that happened. Things had been going so well, she could barely remember it at all..... and then he showed up.

The sound of boots clicking across tile floor over to where she was standing brought Sarah back into the world of today. She looked back at the fridge, into the nothingness.

A can of soda, some salsa... a stick of butter and an egg. Sarah had the feeling they would be ordering out that night. Because there was no way she was taking goblin-boy to a resturaunt. He'd probably get the wrong idea and say things to the waiter that would make her want to be swallowed whole. No, she decided it was not a bright idea.

"And yet... would being swallowed whole by the earth be so bad?" she mused within her mind, ignoring the Goblin King who stood beside her.

She closed the door and looked over the coldly dissinteressted Jareth, who was tapping his fingers on the nearby counter.

"What do you like to eat?" she asked.

"Excuse me?" he said, turning to look at her now.

"Food. You know, the things people eat to nourish their bodies so they can live another day."

"Oh, that."

"Well, what do you like to eat?"

"Nothing special. Filet mingnon... Chicken marsala... usual things."

"I'm ordering Chinese."

"Chi-who?"

"Chinese. Ah, screw it, I'll order you some chicken and broccolli." Sarah said, walking over to the phone and dialing the all-too-familliar phone number.

"Hello, Main Hing Chinese take-out resturaunt. What may you order?" the chinese man, obvious in the accent and not so perfect english, asked.

"Chicken and broccolli, Gener Tsau's chicken, egg rolls, and wonton soup." Sarah said into the reciever.

All the while, Jareth was wondering whether Sarah really did need to see her shrink. Talking into a peice of plastic like that.... It was just downright silly. Who did she think she was talking to?

"Ahh, yes. Hello Ms. Williams. Is that for one?"

"No, not tonight Yoko. Tonight, it's for two."

"Ahh, lucky guy?"

"Not so lucky when I get through with him."

The man chuckled a bit to enthusiastically. "We'll be there in twenty minute."

"Alright, thank you. Good night."

Sarah hung up the phone and turned to Jareth, who immediately swiped the amazed look off his face and changed to to cold dissinterest.

"Our food will be here in twenty minutes."

"My goblins could cook faster than that."

"Let's see your goblins drive a car to get it to you, then see how long it takes."

Jareth, who could never really accept defeat, settled for ignoring her comment and sitting down and grabbing a grape from a fruitbowl on the table.

"You know, Sarah, you really dissapointed me that day." he said, popping it into his mouth and contemplating if he really liked the taste enough to have another.

"Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave..." The vision swept over her, as she looked out of the eyes of the Sarah she once was.

She was looking at Jareth, who was holding out a cyrstal ball to her, offering her dreams. But she was staring coldly back, and finally noticed something she hadn't seen so many years before.

"You have no power over me..." she said, although it didn't feel the way it had the first time. It didn't feel..... right....

And then she looked at his eyes. The way he took the crystal closer to him, looking at her as if she had told him to wither to dust, because she couldn't care less.

It was the only time he had ever shown his true emotion in his eyes. And he was obviously hurt that she wouldn't have him.

Suddenly, the pained look in his eyes hit her. She felt simply awful for doing that, making him look like he would surely die at any moment.

She regretted not taking the crystal.

She snapped back into her grown body and looked down at Jareth, who looked like he was waiting for an answer. His eyes were no longer the hurt loving ones they had been that night. They were cold and bitter, which filled her with discust.

"Yeah, well bite me." she said grudgingly, and walked out of the room.

Into the livingroom she went, leaving Jareth utterly bewildered, though it couldn't be seen in his eyes.

"That's not the Jareth I saw there.... it's not... It's not..." she mumbled to herself while pacing the room and holding her head.

"Then why do I feel so awful?..." she asked herself silently. But no, she wouldn't give into him because of a vision.

"It was probably him putting it into my head anyway..." she said, and nodded in agreement.

"He wants me to feel bad. Because he's scum, but there's nothing he can do to win me over..." she said only loud enough for herself to hear.

"Nothing..."

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Author's note- And to think. Thsi isn't the screwy part yet!!! XD Anyway, review!!! It's so great though, four chapters and I haven't even started on the HIGHLIGHT of my story. XD Forgive me Shaboom, but I felt it needed to wait. *Becomes an old man and sweeps up the path of her temple*

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