A/N: See? I told you I would be better about updating more frequently. Please reveiw, it makes this little author chickie so happy!!! I hope that all of you are enjoying the story so far! Once again, I only have another half-chapter pre-written after this, (I was stuck in a hurricane in florida in late sugust, no power for three days, I wrote my fae butt off, the old- fashioned way, pen and paper, folks) :) Any suggestions about where you guys want this story to go? Email me, or IM me, or reveiw, SVP!!!

Chapter Five: Decisions, Decisions...

As Sarah laid in her bed staring at the ceiling, she wondered how much time had passed since the Goblin King's visit to her room.

"Is this even my room," she wondered aloud.

"This could be his room for all I Know..."
Sarah's ponderings were interrupted by the angry rumblings of her stomache. Upon realizing that the throbbing in her head was gone entirely, Sarah wondered if Jareth had actually been helping her. On that thought, who should enter the room, but the Goblin King himself.

"Good evening, Sarah," Jareth began. I thought that you'd might desire some dinner, you havent eaten since your arrival last night, and--"

"Wait a minute," Sarah interjected, "How exactly did I get here, Jareth..?"

"I wasnt aware that you knew my name..." said the Goblin King softly, in a manner that was quite unlike his usual stoney demeanor.

"Yes, I know it.... Hoggle used it a few times... is it alright that I call you that," Said Sarah with an air of uncertainty. Realizing that she had been uncertain, she continued in her own natural demeanor. Defiance.

"I mean, i wouldnt want to insult my...." Sarah cocked her head to the side, wondering exactly what Jareth was to her at the moment. "Kidnapper;" she continued. "I wouldnt want to be thrown into the Bog of Eternal Stench. Again." Jareth, finding this small outburst of defiance quite humourous, threw his head back and laughed. This startled Sarah a bit. "This isnt right," she thought to herself. "He isnt supposed to be this... humane...."

"Yes, I suppose that t is alright that you call me Jareth for now. And, just for the record, you didn't actually fall in the Bog itself the first time... Sarah, I was wondering how you are feeling today."

"I feel okay, but I havent really been moving around very much. I vaguely remember tring to last night, and my shoulder is still sore from that. How hurt am I, really?" inquired Sarah.

"You were very badly injured, Sarah, had you not been brought back to the Labyrinth, your death would have been imminent... Your shoulder, it was pierced with a rod of some sort... Your ankle is broken in two places, and your head was cut rather badly." Hearing this, Sarah felt her face softly.

"Not a scratch," Jareth said. "You are healing at a rate that is entirely unheard of for a mortal. Not even I know how, or even why. Your shoulder will still be very tender for a bit, and your ankle is in a cast. Still, you are quite the miracle to behold, Sarah." At this comment, Sarah blushed.

"...Thank you," she began. "I suppose I owe you an apology, then..."

"You're most welcome, and it is nice to have another person in the castle to talk to. The goblins are not the best conversationalists, and it does get lonely here." Sarah was just beginning to silently ponder the many possible levels of Jareth's loneliness when he began

"You have yet to eat, let me get us some dinner..."

Sarah watched, rather amused, as the Golin King conjured a crystal and repeatedly tried to find a single goblin in the castle. Upon failing to do so, Jareth suddenly remembered the epidemic and quarantine of the goblins.

"What's wrong," inquired Sarah, "Arent there usually dozens of them running amok in the castle?" Not wanting to worry her, Jareth simply stated

"Oh, they must be busy off doing their chores and such...I'll simply go down to the kitchens and get us some dinner." With that, Jareth formed a crystal and was gone before Sarah could even blink.

"Now when," though Sarah, "Has Jareth ever been a gentleman? I mean, he was kind of well, weird, before, but now he seems.... nice? Though, it did seem like he was going to try something last night, or this morning, rather, leaning in like that, the first time I've seen the guy in seven years! He doesnt look even a second older... he doesn't look bad, either... not many men can pull off the whole "Look at my 'mightiness', I can wear britches and still retain my masculinity" look..." Sarah's eyes widened as she quickly realized where her thoughts were going.

"No," she thought wildly, "I can't let myself feel like that... he's the one who took Toby from me..." part of her said. But, the other side went "He had to, and I got Toby back didnt I? He seems alright now, he saved my life, she deserves a second chance... and wouldnt Toby want me to be happy?" Sarah sighed, she missed her baby brother, his baby blue eyes, his soft golden curls. Sarah often thought of him, and her father and Karen, as well. It was still hard for her to believe that she ould never see them again. They were all she had in the aboveground. "Why bother going back," she wondered. "I'd have no one to go back to..." Sarah sighed again, more heavily.

"I suppose since I still have no idea how I got here, and no idea of wether i can even leave or not, I'd better give him a chance. After all, it seems as if we've both matured quite a bit since our last meeting. I even said the last words, rejecting all that he offered me, including himself, and he's giving me a chance. As her thoughts drifted back to Toby for the moment, she recalled that he didnt have a scratch on his after returning from the labyrinth. In fact, he had seemed happier after returning home... Or was that just because he was glad to be home surrounded my family, and not goblins?"

Sarah heard footsteps down the hall, and knew that she needed to make a decision. Was Jareth, the King of the Goblins, a friend, or a foe?

A/N: OOH!!!! Cliffhanger!!! I luv the suspence. I hope all of you do too. :)