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I am back! It has been some time since I have posted anything. If you are still with me I appreciate it very much. One of the things I noticed in the movie was that Sarah never outright thanks Jareth, which leads me to believe that she knows not to thank Fae. I also wanted to incorporate that in this story as much as I could, not to say a character might not slip up here or there. So last we left off, Sarah had way too much goblin ale/wine, and had her first face to face with Jareth. Feelings are strong, and yet neither of them will be revealing anything until much later, Much to both of their surprise, Sarah can form crystals

and has a bit of oomph to them. Will they have another meeting soon, I wonder? So much drama.

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Sarah felt herself being pushed violently back into her body, but could not move a single digit on her hand. She could barely hear the whooshing of her own heart, so she slowly tried to pry her eyes open. Each eye felt as if it was underneath tons of sand, and she kept wondering why she had a mouthful of cotton. Slowly but surely she was able to open one eye, and then the other. "AH!" She said slowly. Sarah looked to her left, her alarm clock blaring Cat People. Next to her alarm she saw a small vial with a tag that was addressed to her. "Like I can move right now." She thought to herself.

Ten minutes passed before Sarah was able to sit up, and another ten before she found the strength to turn off the blasted alarm clock. Her eyes never did leave said vial. Finally, she took the tag and eyed the suspicious calligraphy. "Sarah, take half now and half in an hour, Never it be said I was not generous." She sighed, which just caused pain. "Well, at this point death would be a relief." She sighed, and sniffed the vial before taking half. Three things happened almost immediately. One, she almost gagged from the peach flavored vomit liquid she tasted. Two, she found that it went down smoothly for having a wretched taste. And three, she didn't feel like dying, but still felt pretty bad.

Sarah finally got up, showered, and downed the rest of the vial. After drinking a much needed cup of coffee, she actually felt alive again, and began berating herself for drinking so much. She had much to think about, but right now she would let herself rest and prepare for a grueling week.

No one bothered her until late in the afternoon when the pizza she ordered came in. Her phone rang, and a name appeared she had not been expecting.

"Hello?"

"Sarah? Hello."

"This is she." She answered with a faint smile.

"I was hoping you wouldn't answer."

"Now why wouldn't I answer my own cel phone?" She asked playfully.

"Well, I was hoping you would not think I was some kind of creeper calling you so soon, but to be honest, I just could not stop myself from thinking about you."

"My, my, I do declare you make me blush a tone of red only seen on roses in mid July." They both began laughing.

"I am glad you called."

"Really?" He sighed with relief.

"Yes." She said all jest aside. "How are you, Stephen?"

"Pretty good, here, better now that I get to hear your voice. Say, while I did enjoy dinner with you at your folks, I would like to take you out. On a date, proper and all. You know, pick you up at your house, bring you flowers, wine and dine you."

Sarah felt a bit of up chuck with the wine comment. The mere thought of drinking made her want to visit the porcelain throne. She realized he was still waiting for her answer.

"How about the next time you are in town, you give me a heads up. We can plan something then?"

"Sure, look, I am going to be in town in two weeks to go over things with your father, how about I call you when my plane lands?" Stephen asked.

"Sounds great. I can't wait."

They both said their byes, and hung up. It seemed so easy to talk with him, and she couldn't understand why. Talking to Jareth was and had always been like walking on eggshells. Mr. Longfellow she had to admit was very beautiful, but talking with him was like playing a board game. Or any game for that matter, but with Stephen, it was as easy as breathing. Why could things be that way with a certain glittery idiot.

She got ready for bed soon after her phone call, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

There you have it. I know it was pretty uneventful for such a long wait. My next chapter will be much longer, and hopefully better. Any questions just ask. Please leave a review, they are much appreciated.