Okay, you guys, sorry for the wait. I'm redoing my computer and it's going very slow. Plus, my dad's being a major prick, and he's been making me really angry and sad lately with the stuff he's doing. Oh, and if anyone else that has the dog thing going on in their fic, I swear I'm not trying to copy you. It's just that Ruby, who is a real dog (my doggy), is very comical from time to time, so I thought that she should be in the story. Anywho, please, enjoy.

Sarah could see the sun setting on the edge of the sky, far beyond the city and its pollution and sky scrapers. She sipped her java-chip frappuchino and stirred at it slowly, knowing that a pair of mismatched eyes were staring at her from across the small café table.

"So what do you think about it?"

Sarah stopped stirring and looked up, deep in thought. "'Bout what?"

"My offer."

"I have work," she said simply, and closed her eyes. It was a low blow, and Sarah knew that she needed a better excuse this time.

"It will hardly be one day that has passed up here after a week in the Underground. I think it would do you an exquisite amount of good-"

"Why are you being nice to me?" Sarah questioned suddenly.

Jareth found himself at a loss for words that moment, wondering the same thing himself. His heart had screamed something about his everlasting love for her while his brain and his ego had yelled for him to make a snide remark, defending the both of them.

He's making that goldfish face again, Sarah thought. She slurped at her frappuchino idly.

"Sarah, look at you."

She looked up at him again.

"You have bags under your eyes and I made you sob at the fact that I had only just come into your office. Last night you ate an entire pint of that frozen food that you like so much while watching sad romance segments on that box you like to sit and gaze at for hours. You're obviously in some kind of pain or stress, and I just want to give you relief from that."

His ego was stabbing him over and over again, begging him and reminding him loudly about all that she had ever done to him. However, his heart had been in combat for the control over his actions for the last minute, in which it had won fair and square.

"Think of it as a peace offering," he said and looked into Sarah's eyes. "Just come back with me for a week."

Sarah thought for a minute. It can't be that bad, honestly… the thought floated through her head again, and she sucked the rest of her frappuchino through the green straw.

"If I did go…" Sarah started.

Jareth looked up hopefully, trying not to show any sign of the excitement that waved over him as she said that.

"My dog. I can't leave her. Could she come?" Sarah pictured her Boxer, Ruby, pouting at Sarah if she left her.

Jareth thought for a minute, not really liking the idea of an animal in his castle, possibly chewing things and messing with the goblins. He then thought about the possibility of Sarah not wanting to go if he wouldn't let her bring her pet. "Of course."

Sarah stood up and sighed.

(I can't believe I'm doing this…)

"Fine. I'll go. I need to go home and get some stuff situated before I leave, though." She said and threw her cup away in a nearby wastebasket.

The Goblin King's heart beat fiercely in his chest with joy. He calmed himself for a moment, not really believing that he had finally gotten her to agree to something. A thousand things began to run through his mind, but put on a serious face as not to give away his joy at her answer.

"Wonderful," he said simply, and before Sarah could ask when she was leaving, he was gone.

Sarah shrugged to herself, figuring that she should have expected his abrupt leave in the first place. After making her way out of the café and into her car, she drove home carefully, only getting stuck in the heavy traffic of the city once.

Shortly thereafter, she found herself walking slowly up the stairs to her small, cozy apartment in the heart of the city.

"It's only a week," she told herself and to no one in particular. "It can't possibly be that bad." She felt the need to keep telling herself this, because somewhere in her mind, a strange little voice kept saying something about how easily it would be able to back out of this.

She inserted her key into the lock of the door and unlocked it, swinging the door open. She stepped in and shut the door, unaware of a certain someone that was sitting on her small sofa, inspecting the television remote.

Jareth saw Sarah enter and dropped the remote quickly, accidentally letting it fall onto her coffee table with a dry thud. He stood up regally, pretending that he hadn't been sitting down, and was most certainly not looking and messing around with her possessions.

Sarah looked up and jumped back in surprise, not even realizing that he had been there in the first place. "And since when can you just barge into my house unannounced as well?" She waited for his answer, taking off her shoes and setting her purse down near the door. Ruby came up to her, licking at her hand and wiggling the nub that she had for a tail.

"I can do anything I like," he replied hastily, letting his ego flow freely again.

Sarah fumed for a moment, then went into the kitchen to feed her pet.

"Honestly, Sarah, can you call this a home? It's so… tiny."

Sarah ignored his inquiry and comment. "Just… stay there. I'll be back in a minute, I'm going to gather some stuff before I go."

"You won't need anything," he said casually.

"What, you have clothes and everything? No offense, but I'd like a few things of my own." She moved her way into the back of the apartment out of sight.

The Goblin King sighed and let her do as she wished. He sat back down after she left and looked around him, making sure she hadn't lingered…

…and then picked up the remote again.