Chapter 8

Author's note: sarah didn't carry him, she helped balance him, also she is part elf which accounts for some of the strength in her... for those that thought she had carried him... Sir Didymus didn't pull him either, basically Jareth had well…ummm…tripped a little and slid sideways… well… this is chapter 8, enjoy, R&R.

Sarah wiped a cool, damp cloth over Jareth's sweaty, fevered forehead. "Damn you!" She whispered furiously, "Why the hell did you have to get sick, I mean you, of all people!"

Jareth groaned softly, his eyes fluttered slightly before closing completely again, his head slipped sideways. Sarah spent the entire night tending to him, warning goblins away from the room, before slipping into a dreamless sleep by his side, so exhausted was she.

Jareth awoke with the early morning rays of sunlight on his face, it was bright read and told him that his time was nearly up before the whole of the underground would be destroyed. He looked around the room and noticed Sarah sitting in a chair, sleeping soundly beside him. Jareth also noticed that he was in her room, not his own. He groaned and tried to sit up, a sudden wave of dizziness made him collapse back onto the pillow.

He gasped slightly, never before had he been ill, what was causing it? He wondered. Jareth brushed his hand against his forehead, and noticed a damp cloth-had she-nah, she disliked him to much too actually care for him…Or did she? Thoughts dashed madly through his mind… he had never felt such emotions before and yet he new that he felt deep love and sympathy for her…

Sarah stirred slightly, moaning as if deep within a nightmare. Jareth forced himself to stand, seconds later he was looking down at Sarah, he lifted her and set her in her own bed, lying down next to her, it was a large bed, maybe even large enough for an ogre…but Jareth had never cared to see about that. Ogres were foul creatures and never really did anything right.

Jareth drifted off, deep within his own thoughts, the next thing he knew, he was in a dream with Sarah, they were dancing as they had before when he had made Hoggle give her that god awful peach, trying to make her forget what she had been trying to do from the beginning. Except this time, instead of running, she stayed with him, her gorgeous eyes looking into his.

Jareth was jolted into wakefulness, he was dimly aware that Sarah had left the bed and it was late in the afternoon, she was now changing into a prettier gown- it was a pale purple one, it complimented her figure well, he though quietly. As if she had heard him Sarah turned around instantly, her breasts visible above the half donned dress, she gasped, her face turned beat red, and she turned again, pulling it the rest of the way onto her.

Sarah's hair hung in slight curls around her face, showing sparkling blue eyes, and incredibly thick, black eyelashes, her lips were full, and pink. "Are you hungry?" She asked quietly, walking over with a tray even before he reacted, "eat this, you'll feel better."

Jareth sniffed the air suspiciously and noticed that it smelled quite delicious, "What is it?" he asked tentatively.

"Chicken broth, crackers, and juice." Sarah said quietly, "eat."

Jareth didn't need to be told twice, he dipped the spoon into the broth and slurped at it rather noisily, after the bowl was half gone, he remembered the crackers, he grabbed several and dipped them into the bowl. By the time he finished the meal, the sun was setting, red streaked across the room, Jareth yawned, he felt better and his stomach wasn't churning anymore, he soon drifted off.

Once more Sarah wiped his face with a cool damp cloth and noticed that his fever had gone down, once more she spent the entire night caring for him, this time she slept with her head resting on the bed, she couldn't stop the sleep from coming.

When Jareth awoke the next morning he felt refreshed, he also notice Sarah, once more, was not sleeping in a bed, but, this time, had her head resting against the sheets near his midsection. Jareth stood, stretching and lifted her limp form into the bed, she slept soundly. He pulled the comforter up to her chest and turned towards the door, "Thanks…" He said quietly, striding out of the room as if he had never been ill to begin with.

Authors note, well, that's it, chapter 8, hope you all enjoyed it, R&R PLZ!!!