Chapter Two

What's Said is Said

Author's note: Actually, I wasn't going to write another chapter, because when you get reviews that kinda suck that's the response you get. But, since so many people sent such lovely reviews, I wrote another chapter just for you! And DON'T get technical on the numbers! The Goblins say hi and for you confused readers, in my last chapter I never EVER said that Sarah's father died (I'm not sure how you got that out of it).

"No?" she asked.

"If it's going to be THAT horrible for you," he snapped "I'm not putting up with your complaining every two minutes. I don't need help. I don't even know why I came here in the first place. It was stupid of me. After everything I should have known that you-"

"Jareth," she said but he kept ranting. "Jareth?" Still nothing. Sarah tapped his shoulder and he turned around quickly.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" he shouted. Her eyes grew wide and her face soft. She hadn't been yelled at like that in a long time. "Sarah," he said softly but she turned away and went into her room, locking the door behind her. Sarah wanted to cry, more than anything at that moment, but she didn't. She just sat on her bed and looked at the door, as if it was the answer to all her problems.

I need a little guidance, she thought.

Well, Zack came in very clearly I suggest you do something. Zack was her spirit guide, a raccoon she'd seen outside her room on morning. It was a clear sign that that's what he was.

Such as? She asked.

What do you want to do? He asked back.

Hit him, she sighed.

BESIDES that, he grumbled.

Zack, Sarah thought you know I've always kinda liked Jareth.

But... Zack added.

I'm scared, she admitted.

OoOo, Zack cooed hold on one second.

No wait... she started but it was too late, he'd gone into enemy territory.

"What am I going to do?" Jareth asked himself as he paced the living room floor.

I suggest you go in there and tell her you won't hurt her again, a small voice jumped into his thoughts.

"And who might you be?" he asked aloud.

I am Zackary, the small voice came I'm Sarah's spirit guide.

"Damn thoughtforms," Jareth grumbled.

Actually, Zack finished I'm much different than a thoughtform. Their much dumber. But that's not the point. The point is that Sarah is hurt and upset and thinks your going to hurt her again.

"If you say so," Jareth sighed and faded though the door.

"Go away," Sarah ordered, hiding her now tear streaked face in her pillow. Jareth went and sat down on the bed next to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Sarah?" he said again "I'm..." he took a long pause "I'm sorry." She didn't say anything. "I am," he promised but she still wouldn't speak. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. She still said nothing. He was feeling amerce guilt to the point of wanting to cry. This surprised the goblin king and he knelt on the floor. "Do you WANT me to beg?" he asked "I will, look." She still wouldn't move. Jareth collapsed. He crossed his arms on the bed and rested his head on top of them.

Talk to him, Zack ordered.

"Shut up Zack," Sarah grumbled and Jareth laughed through tears, though Sarah wasn't aware he was crying, she just though he had his head down out of frustration.

Fine he snapped time for divine intervention.

"No," Sarah said but she knew it wasn't any good. Spirit guides only interfered in major conflicts, and this didn't seem like one to Sarah. But if Zack was going to control her... "Alright," she snapped before Zack had a chance to do anything "back off." There was a long pause. "Jareth?" he moved a little to acknowledge his name. "Look at me."

"No," he said bluntly and she took his chin in her hand and lifted it up. Her eyes almost fell out of their sockets when she saw the tears trickling down his face.

"Jareth..." she said sympathetically and he pulled away.

"I don't want your pity," he snapped.

"You don't need it," she insisted and grabbed his chin firmly and turned his head in her direction (though he still wouldn't look at her). "I've never pitied you," she said "I never have, I probably never will. But caring isn't the same thing as pity."

"You don't care," he said.

"I do," she admitted.

"You said you didn't," he sighed "what's said is said."

"You gotta understand," she said smirking a little "I lie ALL the time."

"Well don't," he snapped, finally looking at her.

"Alright," she promised "I won't."

"I'm sorry," he said "just, for everything. You must understand though it's-" Sarah cut him off by wiping lingering tears away with her thumb.

"Its alright," she promised "I'm sorry too."

"So?" he asked, looking a little amused.

"Alright," she sighed "as long as its not permanent."

"Are you sure?" he asked raising an eyebrow "because if you'd like I can make it so it IS permanent."

"Hey," she playfully hit him in the arm "that's not funny."

"Yes it is," he smiled and then got up off the floor "maybe you should pack." Sarah nodded and got a bag from the closet. "Is that all?"

"Well I'm not bringing my whole house," she smiled. Sarah tossed in some jeans, shirts, bras, underwear, socks, two pairs of shoes, and a few books of hers. She called Bella and Jareth gave a sigh. "What?"

"Cats," he smiled worriedly "they... ummm..."

"Ha," she laughed "your afraid of cats aren't you?"

"Its one of those Fae things," he muttered "especially for goblins. I'm not afraid of it, but... I'm not in the most loving relationship with it."

"As if that's different than any other creature," Sarah teased.

"Except you of course," he teased back and Sarah blushed.

"New rule," she blushed "no more of that."

"That'll be a problem," he grinned.

"Why is that?" she asked.

"Because," he smiled in an amused way "we have to make this convincing for the three months its going to take me to figure out how to save the Labyrinth."

"Convincing," she repeated "HOW convincing does this marriage have to be?"

"Oh," he chuckled "not THAT convincing. Don't worry about that." Sarah almost let out a breath of relief that she didn't have to sleep with him. Well... in that way at least.