Author's note: Okay, Anij, I don't know about you, but if I had been having frequent dreams about the man who kidnapped my brother, no matter how nice he seems now, I would be apprehensive too. And now, ON WITH THE SHOW!

Kryhs

Chapter Two: We Will See…

Sarah sat in a large bath tub submerged in hot water that stopped just a little below her nose. She stared around her, amazed by everything she saw. It was so…shiny. The outside appearance and the throne made it look as if it weren't that grand of a castle, but this bathroom gave it all away. Jareth was extremely wealthy if he could afford all of this. There was a wash basin and pitcher were made of immaculate porcelain inlaid with gold and silver vine-like designs on the outside sitting on a glass side table next to her. The bath tub closely resembled the wash basin. The only difference would be the gold and silver feet at the base of the tub. The walls were solid marble, polished to sheen, etched with gold and silver vines around the upper half and at the base of the wall. A polished beige marble counter held various silver trays with gold leaves jutting out of the sides as handles. In the trays were sweet smelling soaps and scrubs, fresh wash cloths embroidered with the crescent shape of Jareth's medallion, crystal bottles (which Sarah investigated thoroughly before taking a bath) with colognes and perfumes that smelled better than any she had used. A large mirror spanned the upper half of the wall where the counter was located with scones all along the top to light up the room. A small crystal chandelier hung from the middle of the room. Sarah eyed it warily and sunk lower into the water. Though the chandelier appeared to have small orbs of light floating around in it she still didn't trust anything that looked as if it might have come from Jareth himself.

She sighed and laid her head back against the high wall of the tub. He didn't seem like a bad guy anymore, but she didn't know how to react. One minute she's flirting with the Jareth of her dreams and the next she's kneeling at his throne while he lounged about without a care in the world. She had to get home. Finals were coming soon, and Toby's birthday. Ever since her first encounter with the Labyrinth, Sarah and Toby's relationship as brother and sister had strengthened. They were closer than they had been, but Toby was still a kid so she couldn't really expect him to be any less annoying. She just became a little more lenient and understanding. She sighed again and leaned over grabbing a fresh wash cloth and a bar of soap that had been laid out for her by one of Jareth's servants before she even went in. It smelled some what like Jasmine and honey. The Goblin King had given her a room, a nice one at that, and a private bathroom for her stay here. Hopefully her stay wouldn't be longer than just today. Judging by the sun she had already missed her classes. But then again things weren't always what they seemed her.

Earlier Sarah had yelled at him, accusing him of bringing her here without her consent. But maybe it wasn't without her consent. She did say she would have gone with him if he had offered her a crystal. But that was only a dream, wasn't it? He was being extremely kind to her, in her dreams mind you, so maybe if she was nice he would be the same way. After she had finished her tantrum, he politely and aloofly told her that she would be escorted to the dinning room where breakfast would be served, accommodations would be provided for her as well as anything else she might need. And she had glared at him. She was angry, but not anymore. Lord, was she still an immature little child. A grown adult would have been angered but would have gone about the situation in a more refined manner. Not like she had. And, God help her she would apologize the very first chance she got.

It was settled, Sarah would find Jareth, say she was sorry, stay for the day, and ask politely to be sent home. Now if only she could find a towel…

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Why in the name of all that was sacred had this happened? Jareth sat in his room, on the edge of his bed, brooding. She wasn't supposed to be here. Not that he did mind that she was here, but this was all going so wrong. He had hoped that she would return to him one day, but he hadn't expected it to be like this. The one thing he couldn't get out of his mind was the look of absolute fury on her face when she saw him. And good gods was she furious. So he did what any mature gentleman would do: he had food prepared for her and set up a room for her to stay in, far away from his own. He stared at the wall, burning an invisible hole into it with the intensity of his thoughts. Was it really hatred that he saw in her eyes, or was she just angry? If he had woken up at her bedside, wouldn't he be just as furious? He fell back and stretched out onto the bed, rubbing his face with his hand. She really shouldn't be here. She would upset the city if the ones who remembered her saw that she was back, seeing as how it took a little more than an hour to calm all of the goblins in the throne room down after she screeched her head off. And he was sure that when she saw him again, she would demand that he return her to the above ground. But the simple fact of the matter was that he had no idea how she ended up in the Underground to begin with. Did it have something to do with the dream? And if that were true, how could he get both of them to dream the same thing at the same time. Though he often offered people their dreams, he didn't offer to make them occur or cause people to have dreams. Truth be told, mortal dreams were something very dangerous to play with. That's why Jareth only showed people their dreams, he dare not go farther. A calm talk was all he needed with her. As soon as she understood and accepted what had happened the better it would be for every one. Maybe a little surprise could help make her feel at home. He released a heavy sigh and sat up. He had dallied enough for the day, time to go to work. He stood and in quick long strides opened the door and exited the room.

Walking briskly through the corridors of his castle, he found his study and entered waiting for the frustrated ranting of his advisors.

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"Oh, damn it all! Just tell me where I can find him!" she said crossing her arms impatiently. A short, balding goblin stood in front of her hiding behind his overly large shield. She shot him a glare and he ducked behind it once again.

"I'm sorry, M' lady, but His Majesty requested tha' he not is disturbed. Seein' as to how you put the whole castle in a uproar this mornin', lots o' folks 'round here have been tryin' to quit." He shifted nervously from one foot to the other as he spoke, his eyes darting around the hallway for a way to escape should Sarah start screaming again. So they remembered her? That could work to her advantage while she was here. The last time she was at the castle she had stormed in and wrecked everything in her path and ultimately defeated Jareth.

"Why would they quit?" she asked more so that she could finally talk to someone instead of having them run away from her. The goblin shifted and looked around the hallway once more, "Come on, I'm not going to scream again so just tell me." He looked a little relieved at her words.

"They're scared tha' you'll try to kill 'em or scream them eardrums deaf. Most o' us here still remember you and that what happen' wich you and King Jareth. Put a lot o' us in a good fright." He said still eyeing her warily.

"I'm not here to kill you or make any of you go deaf, so you don't have to worry about that. To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing here. It was kinda like I woke up sleeping at Jareth's throne." The goblin winced when Sarah hadn't used the formality that went with his king's name. She continued, "And that's why I need to find him! Tell me where he is!"

The little goblin jumped and hid behind his shield once more, "I already toljoo, M' lady. His Highness isn't wantin' to be disturbed." Sarah sighed in frustration. This wasn't getting her anywhere. Maybe if she coaxed the little creature out of fright he would accidentally tell her where he was. She fixed a sweet smile on her face and began.

"What's your name, little guy?" she asked in the nicest voice she could muster. The goblin puffed his cheeks and chest out angrily and came out from behind his shield.

"Name's Wragg an' I'm not litt-ul anymore, not since five decade ago!" he said indignantly.

"I'm sorry, Wragg. Look, I didn't mean for us to start off on the wrong foot, okay?" she said apologetically. The little goblin still looked at her heatedly and puffed himself up more, "Friends?" She held out her hand for him to shake. After staring at her for a moment or so, the goblin let out his breath and shook her hand.

"So, Wragg, Where could I start looking for Jareth?" she asked amiably. He stayed quiet for a moment, an indication that he was trying to set her on the wrong path.

"Look in the Library, maybe the kitchen. Try the throne room if you want too…"

She cut him off, "Okay where shouldn't I look for him?"

"The royal study behind the throne roo-" The goblin's eyes grew wide with shock and he clamped his hand over his mouth. But, it was too late, Sarah had heard.

"Thank you, Wragg," she said patting his head and began to turn away.

"Actually, I heard he's not in the study anymore," said a sultry voice. Sarah smiled despite herself.

"Really?" she turned around and looked at the speaker. She saw him leaning against a door way pretending to look at his nails nonchalantly, "Well do you have any idea where he is? It's important that I find him."

"Last I heard he was running about the castle," he said picking at the fabric where his fingernails would be, "looking for a girl, hmm about your height and size." He looked up and approached her, "Only this is the trick: She actually enjoys talking to him."

Sarah gasped, "No, you don't say! Well, I don't know about you, but this girl sounds very interesting."

"Indeed," he said smiling at her warmly, "Are you all better now?"

"Yeah, thanks," she said tucking her hair behind her ear, "Listen, I'm sorry about yelling at you this morning, but I wasn't exactly expecting to wake up here, y' know?"

He nodded, "It's quite alright, believe me. I have suffered worse of you temper tantrums, if I recall correctly."

She smiled sheepishly, "Well, seeing as to how I'm kinda stuck here. I was wondering if maybe we could get along. I mean not to sound stupid or anything but I kept having these dreams that I was meeting you in the throne room night after night and well, we would talk and you were kinda nice. So, do you think…"

"You dreamt that we repeatedly met in the throne room?" he asked seriously, pushing himself away from the door frame. Then maybe they weren't really dreams. Maybe there was a way he could get Sarah home, if they could dream together again then she could go back the way she came.

"Well," she blushed and wrung her hands together, "yeah, and I think that it has something to do with how I ended up here."

"I dreamt that you fell asleep in front of me last night."

Her eyes went wide with both fear and elation. It really was Jareth that she had been talking to this entire time, not some dream that she had invented to cover his real image. But, also he knew what she had said; how she would except a crystal from him had he produced one right that second. But, that was only a dream. She wouldn't really have done that in real life, she had too many priorities and too many doubts about what would happen to her. This wasn't some dream that she could fashion any way she wanted. This was Jareth, in the flesh, standing right in front of her, telling her that both of them had been meeting in dreams for the past five years. And she wasn't sure whether she should be happy that she was with him, or worried that she might not go home. But, if it was the same dream then what's to stop them from doing it again here? That way she would walk out of the throne room door and into her college dorm, just like she has been.

"Sarah?" he said snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Huh?" she said. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly agape. Jareth fought hard to keep from laughing at her, but this was a serious matter.

"I said that there was no doubt that the dream somehow caused this, but there is no guarantee that neither you nor I can dream the same thing again. The atmosphere is different in the Underground, and so is the setting."

"Can't we make everything look like my room?"

"Even if we could recreate everything, there is nothing we could do if the dream didn't come back."

"Couldn't you do something? You do give people crystals that…"

"Show peoples dreams." He cut her off, "Dreams in reality are very dangerous things to toy with, Sarah. One could get lost in them."

Sarah lowered her eyes to the floor, her mind heavy with thought, "How long do you think I'll be here?"

"I can't rightly say," He said leaning back against the doorway, "We will see tonight. Anyway, it's barely eleven o'clock, so we can't go about moping all day. I have a few things that need taking care of, but I will try and spare some time in the evening so we can discuss this later." Sarah nodded her head. "The library is just down the hall should you wish to indulge yourself in a book whilst you are waiting." He turned to leave and Sarah called his name.

"Thank you," she said softly.

He smiled brightly at her, "Come on, dearest. Try and smile a little. I'm not going to keep you here forever like I was planning to keep your brother."

Sarah's head snapped up at his words and she looked at him in shock.

"Eh, not a time for jokes then." He looked at her apologetically, "Look, I'll have you home in no time…I give you my word as a King." She smiled at him and gave a small nod. She waited until he had left and made her way to the library, hoping to find something to take her mind off of the matter at hand.

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Kryhs