Sarah turned on the TV. and flipped through the channels searching for any good movies. "So, what would you like to watch?"

Jareth looked her up and down slyly. "You."

Blushing Sarah gestured at the TV. "I meant the television, have you ever watched before?"

He nodded. "I have seen them in the homes of wishers over the years. Mini moving pictures."

"Okay good, you know what movies are." She went to the TV stand and dug through her VHS collection, finally narrowing it down to four choices. "Would you like to watch The Princess Bride, The Dark Crystal, The Rocketeer or Star Wars?"

He tilted his head slightly. "Which one do you prefer."

Sarah grinned, holding out one box, he grinned back. "Then I choose that one."

She put the movie in, pressed play and was just about to join Jareth on the couch when they heard three knocks. Coming from the broom closet. Jareth tried to grab Sarah but she evaded his grasp and went to the kitchen. Opening the broom closet she could see into the throneroom and it was full of goblins with expectant faces. Pottsy was first in line. "Can we's come visit? Please?"

Sarah couldn't bear to disappoint them. "You may come in if you behave yourselves." She returned from the kitchen with the goblins at her heels, Jareth glared daggers at her but said nothing.

The goblins gawked at the movie trailers on the screen, Stripey Socks pointed. "Portal?"

"No, just moving pictures, a movie, a story, would you like to watch with us?"

"A story? Okay!" All of the goblins scrambled to sit on the floor and watched the screen with awe. Jareth sat slumped on the couch with his arms crossed.

When they got to the part where the grandson interrupts the goodbye scene, Stripey Socks grumbled in agreement. "Ya, this mushy stuff!"

"But it's true love!" Huffed Pottsy, hands on hips. "Like Kingy and Queenie!"

"But boy's hair not fluffy nuff." Observed the tusked goblin.

Sarah made the mistake of glancing at Jareth, he had been glowering up till this point but at Pottsy's words his smirk crept back, along with an intensity in his eyes that made Sarah blush.

"I'm hungry!" announced the spiky helmed goblin.

"Me too!" came the chorus.

Sarah paused the movie and went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and groaned. The goblins had gotten into everything in the fridge; there was something floating in the pickle brine that didn't look like a pickle, her butter had a bite out of it and someone had even left a half empty jug of ale. Looking around to make sure that the goblins hadn't followed her she reached into the top shelf of the pantry behind a can of lentils. Her stash, kept where Toby wouldn't think to look, hopefully the goblins hadn't looked either. She breathed a sigh of relief when her fingers found what she was searching for. A few minutes later she returned to the living room with a tray full of little paper cups.

"One each." She handed out the cups.

A crosseyed goblin sniffed his cup and asked. "What is it?"

Sarah popped a piece into her mouth. "Popcorn, food."

The goblin then proceeded to shove the entire cup in his mouth. "Mmmm...yummy!"

She saw the spiky helmet goblin about to reach for the cup of the stripey sock goblin and stipulated. "Anyone stealing anybody else's popcorn will be sent home immediately!"

"To the bog." Added Jareth, glaring.

Sarah frowned at him but handed him a cup as well and turned the movie back on. The rest of the movie went fairly well, although there were a few more interruptions.

Spikey helmet cooed. "Ooh, cans we have eels in da bog?"

Jareth actually cringed. "No! You all are ear splitting enough as it is!"

"Awww!" Pouted Spikey helmet, he slumped his shoulders, spilling some of his snack and then exclaimed. "Hey, dats mine!" As Stripey socks munched on the fallen kernels, grinning.

"You drops it on the floor, not yours no more!" He stuck his tongue out.

Sarah was tempted to intervene, but since there hadn't been direct theft she decided to ignore it.

Once the movie was finished, Sarah glanced at the clock. "Okay guys, time to go home."

There was a generalised "Awww!"

One of the former drummer goblins grinned and quipped. "Inconceivable!"

She specified. "It's ten o'clock, I think it's time for the goblins to go to bed."

Jareth raised an eyebrow "And what of their King?"

She pretended to think about it. "Hmm... he may stay a bit longer if he promises to behave himself."

Jareth stretched out across the couch and announced. "Any goblin not out of Sarah's residence in the next minute will be sent to the bog."

The goblins scrambled to the kitchen, pushing and shoving trying to hurry. When the last one had gone through Sarah closed the door and returned to the living room.

Jareth had made himself quite at home on the couch as he balanced a crystal across his hand. He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "So...what is your definition of behave?"

She crossed her arms. "Threatening them was not necessary."

The crystal vanished and he mirrored her posture. "Allowing them in on our date was not necessary." His frown had returned.

Rolling her eyes Sarah huffed. "Maybe not, but if I am going to even consider being queen, I should get to know my future subjects."

Eyebrow raised, The Goblin King replied flatly. "I do believe that the point of courting is getting to know that person better, not their minions?"

Sarah threw up her hands. "Most people don't even have minions!" She pointed at him. "And getting to know you includes observing how you act around others. I need to have a complete picture of who you are and what being with you entails."

Jareth pursed his lips and sighed. "Sarah, I have already mentioned that I will do my best to answer your questions. Must you really oblige me to share our time together with my imbecilic subjects?"

She went to sit, shooing his feet over. "Not all the time. I would prefer they don't show up at my parent's house tomorrow. Which reminds me, we need to figure a few things out if your going to be meeting my family."

Tilting his head he queried. "Such as?"

"Well, in my part of the world everyone has a last name. We're fortunate that Carla didn't ask about yours. Do you have one?"

His expression became distant and he didn't respond for a moment. Sarah was about to rephrase the question when he said softly. "Perhaps... Archer."

Sarah noticed his odd far away expression but decided to leave that for another time. She snuggled into his arm. "Do you like the name Jareth Archer?

Jareth's eyes flitted back to the present. "...Yes."

Sarah smiled. "Okay then... Mr. Archer, you're going to need a backstory. People are going to ask where you are from, how did we meet, what do you do for a living. If we tell them the truth we'll be hauled off to the Looney Bin.'"

He shrugged. "Simple. I am from London, England, an orphan adopted by a wealthy eccentric who has since passed on. Apart from my duties caring for my estate I am a musician and scholar."

She nugged him with her elbow. "Why do I get the impression that this is a simplification of your real life story?"

"Because you are a very clever girl." He tapped her nose gently.

She rested her head on his shoulder. "Okay, so that's good for your backstory, but what about how we met?"

"I saw you play acting in the park, quoting from your book and you intrigued me."

Sarah pushed away from him. "Wait a minute! You saw me in the park?... Were you spying on me?"

The corner of his mouth quirked. "No, but as I said, you were quoting from the Labyrinth and believing in it so strongly, I was drawn to you... Do you remember seeing an owl in the park that day?"

Scrunching up her eyebrows Sarah thought. "Yes, I remember thinking it was weird that he was out in the daytime. And he seemed to be listening to me."

"I was." He tapped his chin thoughtful. "Then... I challenged you to a sort of battle of wits." He smirked, "Chess perhaps? And you won. I had written a song and I sang it for you, but the clock chimed and you had to run back home."

Sarah grimaced slightly. "That could actually work... except I'm horrible at chess."

"A riddle then?"

She nodded. "Sure, I could even use the riddle from the doors in the Labyrinth...Okay, on Sunday, where did we meet?...you said you're a muscision, so you play an instrument?"

"Yes, several."

"So... you were practicing guitar in the park around the corner and I stopped to listen and recognized you."

He smiled, "I was playing 'our' song."

Sarah blushed remembering their dance earlier. She tried to keep the conversation on track. "Okay, your reasons for visiting the states?"

"At first... searching for a change of pace." He pulled her closer to him. "Then... hoping against hope to find the beautiful stubborn girl who had captured my heart." He whispered against her cheek. "For many years I feared I would never see her again." The intensity of his gaze was almost frightening as he leaned forward and took her mouth and she melted into him.

Something that sounded like a chainsaw with a cold rudely interrupted them. Jumping up to look for the source they found one of the drummer goblins asleep beside her couch, tangled in her throw blanket, snoring. Jareth sighed and snapped his fingers, the goblin disappeared.

"Only home, right?" Sarah rubbed her eyes and tried to hide a yawn.

"Yes Precious." He took her back into his arms. "It's getting late, I believe that for now I shall take my leave."

Sha yawned again, nodding. "Yeah... I have to get up for work in the morning. Don't forget tomorrow evening."

"I wouldn't miss it." He kissed her lightly and disappeared.

Sarah felt bereft at his sudden exit but she went to get ready for bed.

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Author's note

Yes, I chose that surname for a reason ;)

Thanks to Melisa-Sama, Guest 2019, mae-E and 9Tailsfan for the reviews and to all those who have faved and followed me and my story! :)

Melisa-Sama, I am trying to show that it isn't always perfect between these two, but I also want them to be mature and not blow up over nothing.

9Tailsfan The Princess Bride is my favorite movie! (One of your other suggestions is going to get a mention in a new story that I have started to write.)

And thank you Guest 2019 for checking out my drawing of Dance or Dream on deviantart, I'm glad you liked it.

I don't own Labyrinth, the Princess Bride, the Rocketeer, the Dark Crystal or Star Wars. I do own my goblin OCs.