For the past fourteen nights Sarah had been having the same dream. She dreamt that she was in a room all by herself lying on a bed. In this room she felt safe and strong, like her old self. She then would hear a knock at the door. When she would go to open it Jareth would be standing there smiling. Every night they would talk in the doorway for hours but she never invited him in.
It was now fifteen days since Sarah talked to Jareth. She woke up early, got dressed, and grabbed the want adds. She still could not find a job and could not figure out why her landlord had not kicked her out yet. During this time Sarah finally let it sink in that she would never become a professional actress. That made her a little sad, but she knew that wasn't what she wanted anymore. She now pictured her future somewhere else.
While walking from interview to interview she could not help but think of how much she just wanted to talk to Jareth. But she was afraid. The night he came to her she was cautious about putting her trust in him. She did have a right to be, considering the conditions on which they initially formally met. But now she realized he spoke with no pretense. But Sarah was afraid that she said too much to him that following morning. She felt that her words made her sound weak, and she was. But she didn't want him to know that. She wanted to be the Sarah he first knew, no matter how much she felt couldn't be. So in her own self defense, to preserve whatever character she had left, she didn't speak to him. She thought that not speaking to him would make him forget the last few words she said about herself.
When Sarah got to her apartment she realized that if she kept silent for much longer he might give up, he might leave. And some how she felt, she wouldn't be able to bear that. She couldn't stand not having him be a call away. So that night in her dream she finally let Jareth in.
After Sarah woke the next morning she couldn't help but scream his name, fearing he might have given up on her and not come. When he appeared at the foot of her bed it nearly took her breath away. It was then she realized she should have planned it better. There she was, a common girl in her old pajamas lying in bed while there was a king in all is royal glory standing by her feet. But she held out for too long. Then was a better time to tell him than any.
"What is it Sarah?" Jareth asked.
Sarah closed her eyes and said, "Jareth, I choose to be with you. But the choice is not really mine to make. It's yours. I'm not perfect. I may not be the girl you remember but I know now that I love you. I'm giving you my heart. You can choose to keep it or break it."
Sarah then looked up and opened her eyes. Jareth's face was impossible to read. The silence between them could have been mere seconds but to her they went on for infinity. She was close to tears when Jareth came to her side and kissed her passionately on the lips. He drew her close, in one if the warmest embraces she had ever felt and said, "My dearest Sarah I could never break your heart. For in breaking yours mine would shatter. I shall cherish yours forever." Sarah looked him in the eyes and kissed him again. They then vanished together.
A/N: The muses aren't speaking to me. I think I've done something to offend them. Before they were talking my ears off. Now I haven't so much as gotten a phone call in the last 2 days. As many of you know I can't call them because muses never give out their phone numbers. On caller idea it just shows up as "muse".So I decided to put up what I have and hope for the best...