Chapter Three

Are You Hurt?

"Oh dear," Sarah sighed looking at the bite "are you hurt?"

"No," Jareth grumbled "I just bleed for fun."

"Come here," she said.

"I'm fine," he promised "we should keep going."

"Please," she said "just, come here for a minute." With a reluctant sigh Jareth sat next to Sarah, holding out his arm. She carefully rolled up the sleeve to his now blood stained poet shirt. It didn't look SO bad, but bad enough that he'd loose too much blood unless she did something. She took of her over shirt and ripped few good sized strips out of it. She bandaged it the best she could and stood up. "You don't have to help me anymore," she whispered.

"I know," he said, helping her balance on her good foot "I didn't have to help you before either, but I did."

"You shouldn't have done that," she smiled "it wouldn't have mattered it I'd-"

"Don't say that!" he yelled and then grew quiet "don't say that. That's a terrible thing to say about yourself."

"Oh you know Karen would have been happy about it," she snapped, trying to keep herself from crying "even I know that."

"Sarah," he started but she looked at the ground. "If it's any consolation, I would have cared. Your friends would have cared. And I'm sure Toby would care. I mean anyone that'd give up their dreams for me I'd be crazy over. Most my sister ever gave me was the flu." Sarah laughed quietly. "See," he smiled "now your laughing. Your such a typical woman, can't make up your mind about your emotions."

"And your such a typical man," she came back "you just HAVE to be the hero. And the least you could do was be the hero and not get yourself fatally wounded in the process."

"Alright, alright," he chuckled "back in the arms."

"Jareth," she raised an eyebrow "your bleeding."

"Thank you Miss. Obvious!" he teased "and look, its snowing!"

"Shut up," she smiled "you know what I mean. I'm not going to make it worse than it already is."

"Then how do you expect we get to the cave?" he asked "or shall we die out here?" Sarah covered her face and mumbled in response. "Sorry," he said "all I got out of that was 'I' and 'go', try again."

"Promise me one thing," she said, looking very worried.

"What for?" he asked.

"Just," she sighed "will you please just, swear to me one thing?"

"Anything," he said.

"Swear that if I want to go home," she breathed "you'll let me." Jareth's eyes grew wide, she couldn't mean that she'd... did she?

"I-," he paused "are you doing what I think your doing?"

"Yep," she breathed.

"Why would you do that?" he asked.

"Jareth," she sighed "I don't need to die out here, and YOU don't need to die out here so I'm just going to do us all a favor and do it the easy way."

"Your worried about me, aren't you?" he mused.

"Did I say that?" she asked.

"No," he smiled "you were thinking it."

"You must be picking up somebody's satellite then," she grumbled and he nodded. "I wish-" she started.

"Wait a second," he held up a hand and she stopped "after last time, the words changed."

"They changed?" she repeated and he nodded. "God forsaken," she grumbled "like I didn't have enough problems remembering the OLD words."

"Oh there the same words," he said.

"But you just said they changed!" she exclaimed.

"What changed?" he asked.

"The words!" she grumbled.

"What words?" he asked.

"This is hope-" she paused. "What are the words Jareth?"

"Now that," he smiled "I can't tell you." She put her hands over her face. "I'll give you another hint," he whispered "it's something I want to hear."