Jareth sprawled across his bed, sinking into the mattress. He was furious at Sarah, but even more upset with himself. He should of stopped her from leaving, from walking away. He knew that she would of been upset if he showed up at her apartment unannounced, but that she'd welcome the intrusion after a short time.

He rolled over and propped his chin up in his hands. He wished that he could be there with her, making her show that gorgeous smile, making her laugh. He wished that he could taste her kiss again...that last one wasn't near enough to satisfy him. She was becoming his hunger pain, and now that he had a taste he wanted more. He wanted her skin, her hands, her whole being, her entire soul...but it seemed like he would never get it. Not at the way that things were progressing.

"I'll win you over, Sarah. You may not want to admit it now, but you know you want me just as bad as I want you," he muttered outloud, to nobody. Waving his hands in the air he called upon a crystal, ordering it to show him what Sarah was doing. Seeing her face, enough though it was through the opaque surface of the crystal, brought a smile to his own.

Sarah turned around, getting the feeling that somebody was watching her. Nobody was behind her, though, so she walked on. It was a Friday afternoon, and she didn't have another class until Monday at three, so she decided to take a long weekend and visit her family. She didn't realize how much she'd miss them until she left for college, but now that she was away her heart ached every time something reminded her of them. She threw her bag into the backseat of her car and got in the front, putting on her sunglasses and turning on the radio. The drive back home was two and a half hours, so she figured that putting on a little music would help to make it seem shorter.

She was halfway there, driving down an old two-lane highway, belting out the song on the radio, when she heard something that sounded like an explosion. Her car swerved, and she barely was able to hang on to the steering wheel and jerk it back to the center of the road. Coming to a jerky stop, she turned off the ignition and stepped out, only to find a blown tire.

"Damn. Damn damn damn damn." Sarah cursed at the blown out tire, kicking it, then screaming in pain as fire shot up her lower leg. She blew her hair out of her eyes and decided to suck it up and try her hardest to change the tire. If she couldn't succeed, then she'd walk back to the gas station she passed about five miles back.

She couldn't succeed. She threw a blanket over all of her belonings and put them in the floor of the backseat, locked the car, and set off walking.

"Where exactly do you think you're going, Sarah?"

She screamed bloody murder and swung her purse around to attack the person that snuck up behind her before she realized who it was. "Jareth!" She was never so happy to see somebody in her entire life. She was barely able to restrain herself from throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing the hell out of him. Another being was a wonderful and delicious sight.

"Happy to see me, darling?"

"I'd be happy to see Jack the Ripper or Hannibal Lecter, just as long as I had some company."

"Well I daresay that I'm better company than those two. Do you need help?"

"Do you know how to change a flat tire?"

"For you, anything."

Sarah led Jareth back to the car. "Think you can handle it?" Jareth raised one eyebrow and grinned, waving his hand over the blown tire. It was fixed, good as new.

"Now, let's discuss payment."

"Payment? Well, Jareth, you know as well as I do that you can't use my kind of money, so there isn't anything that I can give you..." She trailed off as his expression made his meaning clearer. "Jareth, now you kno-"

She was cut off by his kiss.