Disclaimer: As this is part three, you know who belongs to whom, yes? If not: Jareth=Jim Henson. Everything else is self explanatory. This is dedicated to Lady Caillean, whose stories gave me the initiative to write a part 3 to my Visit series, and to Sallie Drazzi, who is the Inspirational Fairy. Any similarities to any fics is a complete coincidence, although some of it might've been an intentional "borrow". I respect you guys, really! If I borrowed, that means I liked the idea, okay? Don't sue me; I have no money I can spend.

Date: October 31, 2002 – 1:34PM.

Location: Berkeley College, West Paterson, NJ, first floor, just outside the computer lab in Room 109, locker # 141.

I put my key into the lock to unlock it, then spun the combination to the right numbers to open my locker (and is that way too many mentions of the word "lock" in one sentence or what? XD), then hit the little lever inside to open the top part where my books were held.

I was wearing my Halloween costume: a unicorn costume I made myself. It consisted of white (well, off-white, really) corduroy pants, white long-sleeved shirt, black shoes and gloves, white store-bought wings, white belt with brown yarn glued to it (to at least closely match my hair), and a white hat with white felt ears and red paper horn attached.

My costume had been a hit, sort of. The President of the Drama Club of which I was a member knew what I was. One of the English teachers knew, as well. My favorite English teacher had said, "Of course" when she saw me; the other English teacher I know called it "a Lisa original".

Whoops, got off track. Where was I? Oh, right. So, I opened my locker to get my Adobe GoLive book out when I heard a deep, sexy, and deeply sexy (oh, wait, I used those adjectives already…let's just keep 'em, okay?) voice purr, "Lovely costume, Lisa."

I nearly jumped out of my skin in surprise. Hovering inside my locker where I keep my books, in front of said books, was a crystal bubble. Inside the bubble was an image of every girl's fantasy: Jareth, the Goblin King.

"Jareth!" I hissed, glancing over to Room 109, the computer lab, to make sure the class in there didn't hear me. At least it had just started a few minutes ago. "What are you doing here?"

"You haven't been writing that story you said you would, Lisa," he chastised me.

I glared at his bubble-distorted image (which could not distort his good looks, no matter how warped the bubble became). "Yeah, so?"

"You said you would."

"Jareth, I have better things to do than write a silly story! Besides, I'm blocked."

He looked positively scandalized. "I gave you inspiration!"

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. Leaning close, I whispered, "Maybe you didn't give me enough. I need a lot of initiative to do stuff, ya know."

Jareth crossed his arms over his chest. "No, Lisa. You're not getting another kiss from me until I see more of that story." He set his jaw, intent on keeping that promise.

Sighing, I put my GoLive book in my backpack, then looked back at the irked Goblin King. "Have it your way." I lowered my head so that the horn on my hat was level with the bubble, then edged closer. I heard a soft pop and looked up. The bubble was gone and there was a sprinkle of glitter in front of my Networking Essentials book. I slammed the locker shut and locked it.

"You can't get rid of me that easily, Miss Fagan."

His voice seemed to come from inside my own head. I ignored it and walked around the corner so I could go to my car in Parking Lot D, way at the end of the campus, and go home.

The lot wasn't empty, and I don't mean filled with cars, which it was, but it wasn't that. Jareth was leaning against my car.

"Jareth, are you nuts? There's a security camera right there!" I pointed to said device, hanging from a pole. I had spent an entire afternoon in the security office watching the camera images flash by on the monitors when I had lost my purse. I knew where the cameras were, now, because of that incident.

He waved his hand, dismissing it. "Relax. You see me as me, everyone else sees me as…normal." He almost spit the word out, as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.

"Fine," I said, depositing my belongings in the passenger seat of my red 1992 Plymouth Sundance. I noticed out of the corner of my eye he was watching me. I slammed the door and turned to him, spreading my hands. "What?!"

"Are you going to write that story, or aren't you?"

"Eventually. I want to go home. I protect you from Stella, isn't that enough?"

He shivered, and I had a feeling it wasn't because of his state of dress and the chilly wind whipping about. "I'm grateful about that," he said, "but I don't like to see stories unfinished. Especially stories with me in them."

"Yeah, well, that's something we have in common." I moved to unlock the driver side door, but he swatted my hand away. I glared at him. "Jareth, kindly make your point. I want to go home. I'm cold."

"My point is: I've come to you not once, but twice asking you to continue that story. I've kissed you both times you asked. Don't I deserve at least a new chapter for all of that?"

" 'I have turned the world upside down and inside out and I've done it all for you'?" I quoted.

He nodded. "Exactly!"

I sighed. "All right. Tell you what. I'll bring the story to school and work on it during that class that puts me into a coma. Deal?" I extended my hand.

Jareth pondered, then nodded. "Deal," he agreed, shaking my hand, then making a swift motion to kiss me gently on the cheek. My body tingled, and all of a sudden, I wasn't so cold anymore.

I glanced at him and he said to me, "That was an incentive to get started. Perhaps you'll get a better one if I see something new." And then he was gone.

Sighing once again, I got in my car and drove home.

The End.