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Chapter Four: Cliona's Lecture

The sun was shining through the window as Sarah opened her eyes. She glanced around, not wanting to sit up, remembering the pain of trying to do so last night. She now figured that she could be dead, because she still ached all over.

"Where am I... and how did I get here...?" She wondered aloud.

"You're in my castle, that's where. You were in quite the accident involving your vehicle."

Sarah froze at hearing this.

"No," she thought to herself, "It can't be him, that's ridiculous."

Sarah slowly rolled onto the side of her body that was the least injured, and first looked at the floor.

"Okay, riding boots," she said. "Vaguely familiar." Allowing her gaze to continue upward, Sarah continued. "Tights...well, britches, I suppose..."

Realizing that only one person would ever wear pants that tight, and she just who that person was, a very stunned Sarah needed look no further.

"You--You're the Goblin King!" Sarah exclaimed.

"If I remember correctly, thats the first thing you managed to say the first time we met, as well..." calmly stated Jareth.

"This can't be real... It isn't possible... What the hell am I doing here, Goblin King?! How long have i been here, and what have you done to me?!" retorted an startled and irritated Sarah, who at this point obviously failed to remember the events of the previous night. Seeing her obvious "distress", Jareth sought to soothe her nerves the only way the man/Fae knew how. He sat carefully behind her, and leaned in close, very close indeed. Hearing Sarah's breath quicken, Jareth couldn't help but grin wickedly as he gingerly brushed her hair out of her face. With his face only inches away from her own, he whispered to her

"I assure you... this is quite real... as soon as you are well enough, we shall have dinner and a long conversation, i can imagine, concerning why you are here." With that final note, the Goblin King vanished, and Sarah's hazel eyes willed with tears.

Jareth sat alone in his royal bedchamber for several hours following Sarah's outburst.

"I don't understand, what could i have possible done to make her cry? I have yet to meet a mortal woman who can resist a Fae's charm, especially me..." Seeing a wisp of smoke across the room in the mirror before him, Jareth turned around to see Cliona standing there.

"So, you have decided that you were unjust in leaving me to care for Sarah alone, then," inquired Jareth. With fire flashing in her violet eyes, Cliona replied hotly

"I was there for your birth. I raised you. I know you better than anyone else, perhaps even yourself. I know for a fact that you are more than capable for caring for her until she is healed completely. However, I also know that you already care for her, on a different level. Don't rush her. There is an intense sorrow in her past of which you know nothing. Befriend her first, or she will only resent you later. Try to spend more time with her talking, get to know her, eat you meals with her. Get to know her as a person. Only when you are a friend to her will she ever open up to you and see you as a man, not a monster." In a more gentle tone, Cliona added

"Don't worry, her health will improve with each passing day under your care. She is healing quite rapidly already, faster than I have ever witnessed in any mortal human, ever. She is quite the miracle, Jareth. The goblins, however, are another story. Many die each day, and many more infected each day. They need my care." Jareth merely nodded, still thinking about what he had been told concerning Sarah. Seeing this, Cliona knew that she needed to grasp his attention.

"I will return as soon as I can, but it may be several weeks. I cannot risk possibly infecting your lady." said Cliona, looking into Jareth's eyes, making sure he was listening. the Goblin King smiled at her reference to Sarah as "his lady". He loved the way it sounded.

"I could get used to that," he thought aloud. Cliona gave him a look that was somehow thoughtful and sincere at the same time. With a wane smile, Jareth stated

" I know, she does not belong to me, I will somehow manage to behave my charming Fae

self." Cliona simply smiled at him and vanished. As Jareth walked toward the throne room, the only words uttered by him were

"Well, not just yet, anyway..."

A/N: Suspenceful, huh? I have more written, but to get it, y'all must REVIEW, SVP!!!