Threats and Promises

By: Defiantly not the muffin man

Edited By: my editor (DUH)

Inspired by: the newly evolving sandwich in my room

Chapter Six

"I'm done," I sighed and started off the bed but he held firm. "Jareth let me go." His eyes flashed a warning but I didn't care, I was too pissed.

"You're going to help me Sarah," he growled.

"Help you my ass," I growled pulling back "I was finished with adventures the first time I dealt with you, Jareth. I'm not planning on another one."

"Since when have people been PLANNING adventures?" he asked giving me a strange look.

"Since people started going over Niagara Falls in barrels," I growled "now let go!" He gripped harder and I winced. Seeing me cringe he quickly loosened his grip on my arm so that his touch was gentle enough from me to tear away from. But I didn't, I just looked at his pleading eyes and felt my heart melt. "Now don't," I warned "don't try and use those eyes on me." He smiled at my chastening voice and make himself look even more pitiful. I tried, I really did, to not give in. But I couldn't even bear to look away let alone start yelling again or worse, leave him there.

"That's cheating you know," I growled. The satisfied smile that crept across his face was too much, he was NOT going to drag me into this. "No," I said firmly "no way am I going to-"

"Sarah," he said in a pleading voice and my conscience went haywire. You should help him, it kept repeating and I let out a long and defeated sigh.

"I won't help you," I snapped "unless you ask, I am not your subject, and I do not follow orders. Whatever respect you give to me, I will give back. If you treat me like a friend, you will be treated like one. If you want to keep it formal, I'm fine with that as well. But get it strait, your not my king, nor do I trust you so I'm sure we're going to have our… problems on this… adventure of yours." He eyed me for a moment, and seemed to wince at the idea but nodded as if it was fair and then smiled.

"Alright," he breathed "fair enough, but let me remind you that this is my world. When I say not to touch something, I suggest you don't, I don't say things like that for my own health you know." I smirked, waiting for the part I wanted to hear from his egotisticalness. "Will you help me?" he muttered under his breath and I sighed.

"As pathetic as that was," I sighed, a little let down "yeah I guess so." I started getting off the bed, though I still held onto his arm "But when this is all over and done with do you think you could send me home? I'm sure Karen will have a lot to yell about."

"Of course," he agreed getting off the bed as well. As he did, I noticed that, he wasn't dressed. Freely he uncovered himself and I quickly lowered my eyes to the ground. Not noticing me drug me over to a closet that he opened he grabbed something and looked over at me. "Something wrong?" I almost laughed. He seriously didn't know why I was blushing immensely.

"Would you just get dressed?" I muttered and he put a pair of light tan khakis on. Looking at me oddly she shook his head and frowned. "What?"

"I don't understand," he admitted "why are you uncomfortable?" I noticed the clothing he was picking out weren't his style at all, though they did suit him. And I was glad I would have to deal with him in tights, though now that I'd seen EVERYTHING it wouldn't have mattered a lot.

"Are you seriously telling me that you have no idea?" I asked and he nodded. "Um," I paused "well apparently Undergrounders are a lot more, open, than us Aboveground." He still looked confused. "We don't walk around without clothing on," I said bluntly.

"No," he nodded "there are lots of people that-"

"I mean we take them off sometime," I sighed "its not as if we keep them on ALL the time. But mostly, we don't take them off."

"Why?" he asked blankly as I switched arms so he could put a white button up shirt on. I thought a moment. "Well?"

"We just don't," I shrugged "I mean, most people run around naked when their little, unless they're rich and then they usually have all sorts of cute little junk to wear. Or your married, or at a nude club or something."

"Well why not?" he asked "why do you suppose children can but no one else?"

"Because their little," I muttered "and have no idea what their doing." He looked at me. "I mean I knew a lot of fae did it but-," he looked a little shocked "I DO read you know."

"Funny how you know more about my world than your own," he pointed out putting normal brown work boots on.

"I don't," I defended "I know a lot about my world. Just because I can't explain something-"

"Try," he said wiping around and staring at me "why do you suppose?" I was a little taken aback at his firm deep voice and I bit on my lower lip.

"I think its just how we grew up," I said looking past him as if remembering something. "After a certain age people start telling you what you should and shouldn't do. How to talk, what to wear, how to look…. That might be something too. People might have a problem with their bodies and so they wouldn't want to show anyone. People are very judgmental…"

"What about you?" he asked simply "are you judgmental?" I just looked at him. "I mean, correct me if I'm wrong but, you were ready to bolt out of this room, were you not?" He paused. "Did you judge me, Sarah?" I gulped and felt a deep lump in my throat. Why was he putting me on the spot?

"No," I said as surly and he stopped me before I could go any farther.

"Ah," he corrected "but if you come from a group of judgmental people, why don't you judge?"

"I never said I didn't judge," I corrected "but the way people look is completely different. People can be beautiful and be the most evil people in the world, and some of the ugliest people can be kind. But that don't mean all attractive people are bad, or ugly good. What does it matter what people look like?"

"I was just asking," he stated and there was a long pause. "But," I sighed but he ignored it "don't you think humans are more drawn to attractive people rather than hideous?"

"Not all," I responded "I'm not like that."

"Well your odd," he breathed tying his boots. I glared at him and he looked back at me, "what?"

"Thanks for reminding me," I growled.

"Why is that a bad thing?" he asked.

"Do you not understand anything?" I asked blankly and he smiled.

"I understand a great deal," he smiled "I know why our sky is orange and yours is blue. I know why children are so open to everything around them and why adults aren't. I understand every creature in my world but there is something I don't understand."

"What's that?" I asked.

"You," he stated simply as he finished getting dressed.

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