Disclaimer: The vast majority of these characters as well as the underlying story do not belong to me. However, I claim full responsibility for all of their actions after the point where the movie left off.
The train they were on was very crowded, and Sarah and Jareth were forced to sit very close to each other. They had tried to hold a conversation, but between the noise of the other passengers and the clatter of the train on the rails, they just couldn't hear each other, not even their thoughts. There was a woman sitting in front of them holding a screaming baby. Next to her was a child, four, maybe five years old, standing up in his seat and turned around so that he was facing Jareth and Sarah. He didn't speak, he simply stared at them. Jareth summoned a crystal and weaved it back and forth across his hands in an attempt to amuse the boy, but his face remained stoic and Jareth released the crystal, allowing it to disappear. He settled back into his seat and held Sarah closer in his arms. Neither of them knew why they were on this train, or where they were going, but there was nothing for it but to wait and see where it would take them.
Far ahead of them a tunnel came into view, and Sarah looked at Jareth anxiously, fearing the darkness ahead, but he tightened his embrace around her and she was comforted. Soon enough, they were passing through the tunnel. As though a switch had been flipped, the train was immersed in darkness and…silence? The sound of the other passengers was gone, and all that could be heard was their own breathing. Sarah settled into the rocking motion of the train, allowing it to sooth her. When they came through the tunnel they were both surprised to see that they were alone. All of the others had disappeared, and it was just the two of them on the train. Instead of being frightened, Sarah found this reassuring, as though all distractions had vanished and they could concentrate on each other. Sarah smiled, and looked up at Jareth to find him smiling as well.
There was a muffled, mewling sound coming from the seat in front of them, and Sarah got up to investigate. There in the seat lay the only other passenger on the train, the baby that the woman had been holding. The baby wasn't crying now, only cooing softly to himself. Sarah picked him up in her arms and brought him back with her to her seat. She looked at Jareth and was about to ask what they should do with him when…
Sarah woke with a start. She had had this dream every night for the past two weeks, and still had no idea what it meant. She hadn't told Jareth about it; she knew he would worry, so she had kept it to herself. It was beginning to bother her, though, and if it didn't go away soon she would have to tell him. In any case, the dream usually went a bit farther than that; she had been awakened prematurely, but she didn't know by what. Then, in the back of her mind, she heard a faint voice calling out an all too familiar phrase: "I wish the goblins would take you away right now!" Her eyes flew open. What in the hell, she thought.
She felt Jareth stir behind her, his right arm tightening its grip around her waist as he pulled himself closer to her. "You heard it too." He whispered. It wasn't a question.
"Yes," she said, "What was it?"
"We're being summoned." He answered. "Someone has wished away a child."
"We're being summoned?" she asked, turning over so that she could face him.
He brushed a stray hair out of her eyes and smiled. "You're the Goblin Queen now, Love. Any summoning of our services is a summons to both of us." She looked utterly horrified and he laughed. "You don't have to go if you don't want to." He told her. "But it might be good for you."
"Good for me how?" she asked dubiously.
"Well, why don't you come with me, and we'll find out." He answered. She took a moment to consider it, and then nodded. She was his Queen now, she should share his burdens. And besides, it might be interesting to see the encounter from the other side this time.
He kissed her softly and took her hand in his. "Close your eyes." He whispered and she did as she was told. Almost immediately she felt the world shifting around her and when she opened her eyes again she was standing in front of the mirror. She found herself wearing a long black gauzy dress that flowed around her like whispers in the wind, and her hair was wild and untamed.
Over the past weeks her skin had begun to take on the shimmering quality that all of Jareth's kind, her kind, possessed, and blue streaks had begun appearing in her dark tresses. Jareth had assured her that it was all part of her change from mortal to immortal, in the same way that she was discovering new powers every day. Now though, her hair held long shimmering streaks of blue, and her eyes were lined with wild strokes of yellow and green. She stared at her reflection, wide eyed. Jareth moved behind her and put his arms around her. He was wearing the same clothes he had worn when she first met him, and she studied their reflection, marveling at how well matched they seemed.
"What do you think?" he asked her reflection, stroking her cheek lovingly.
"Did you do this?" she whispered, still awestruck by her appearance.
"The clothes, yes." He admitted. "If you are to meet a summoner, I thought you should look the part of a fearsome Goblin Queen." He growled playfully as he said this last, and she laughed. "As for the rest, I supposed being summoned sped up the changing process."
"I love it." She breathed and he raised a querulous eyebrow.
"Do you?" he wondered. "I must admit, I expected a bit more resistance than this."
She turned around and put her arms around his neck. "Do you like it?" she asked.
He raised his hand to her lips, touching them gently, moving to her jaw line, and down her long slender neck. He closed his eyes and traced her face by memory. When he opened them again he looked deeply into her eyes and said "The day I met you, you were the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on, and every day since then you have only become more beautiful." With that he kissed her, lifting her in his arms and carrying her back to their bed.
She pulled away from him breathlessly and asked "What about the summoner? We have to go, don't we?"
"I've reordered time for you before, my love, I can do it again." Jareth responded, his breathing ragged. And then, grinning wickedly, he added. "They'll never know if we're a few hours late."
