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Chapter 8-

Hoggle led Christy to Jareth's room.

"Now, remember your promise," he said in his deep, scratchy voice.

"I know," sighed Christy. "If he should ask, you didn't bring me here. I found my own way."

"Right." Hoggle opened Jareth's door as quietly as he could. Christy thanked Hoggle and tiptoed silently through the room towards Jareth's bed.

She kept very quiet, having had a lot of experience in trying not to wake people. She made it all the way to the space before Jareth's bed. However Christy was now concentrating on Jareth himself so she didn't see his boots lying on the floor.

She tripped and she flew through the air, landing on top of Jareth, with a muffled "oof." Jareth's arms grabbed a hold of her and he helped her off him.

"Christy?" he demanded. Christy blinked. "What are you doing here? "

She pouted. "I thought it would be obvious, I want to seduce you and get it over with." She looked at him and she just had to laugh at the stunned look on his face. "Geez Jareth! I'm just joking!" she cried.

Jareth sighed in relief and his eyes reflected the same emotion but also tinged with a little-was it?-sadness. "So what did you want?" he asked.

"Just to talk. I kinda miss talking to my friends James, Anson, and Lance. I guess I'm just used to talking to guys." Christy sat with her back to the footboard, her left leg pulled to her chest; with her chin resting on her knee.

"And do any of them mean something to you?" Jareth asked carefully.

"Hmm? Oh yeah Anson's like my best guy friend and Lance is just a friend. And James…well James is…" she trailed off again.

"He's your boyfriend, isn't he," Jareth asked tightly, an emotion hidden in his eyes.

"No. We were engaged," she said faintly, waving her right hand. Jareth could see an emerald ring resting securely on her ring finger. "We decided to stay friends after we broke up."

"Why do you still wear his ring?" Jareth asked.

"I don't know. I guess it's just habit." Christy looked at the ring with a sort of sorrowful look on her face.

"Do you feel any remorse about it any more?" asked Jareth. He was relieved when Christy shook her head.

"At first yes," sighed Christy. "But no, not any more." Jareth tried to hide the relief he felt by adopting his stoic face. Christy smiled at his attempt, but said nothing.

"So how did you get here?" Jareth asked.

Christy's eyes shifted from side to side. "I went walking and I got lost. Ended up here."

"Hoggle brought you here didn't he?"

Christy jumped, looked guilty, and she pressed her finger against her lips. "Shh…you weren't supposed to know. "

"I can't believe you told him!" exclaimed Hoggle.

"He guessed!" cried Christy in defense.

"Damn you Jareth!" cried Hoggle.