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"Babies like you are the reason people wish away their babes," Sarah teased the Goblin Prince as he raced up the staircase after her. "Come on, you can do better than that Jareth!" she laughed as she swung her foot around and slid off the top of the stairs to the ones under it. Blowing a raspberry she glanced below her to the little prince who tried to look menacing on the other side of the stairs and took off down the ones she was one. Sarah loved to play in the Escher room in the castle beyond the Goblin City, especially when it meant taunting her best friend. "Come on little goblin, try harder!"

Jareth tried to hide the grin that was on his face but failed miserably and ran up the wall instead of going to the other side. He then jumped over an opening and around a bend before jumping down onto a staircase a few feet away and on the "wall". Laughing he ran down those and twisted around to jump to some others and ran up them. Hiding behind an opening he grinned triumphantly. A few moments later Sarah came running past giggling. "Gotcha!" he yelled pouncing her. They rolled around on the floor each trying to gain leverage and beat the other by gaining the top.

Sarah finally twisted around a little to pin Jareth's legs to the ground by putting on knee to each side and planted her hands on his shoulders. Grinning madly she threw her head back and laughed. "I win!"

"Yeah, yeah, you win again," Jareth sighed in exasperation while pushing her off now that she was giggling in mad fits. "You win every time! And I stopped letting you win six years ago!"

"Jareth, hun," Sarah began after gaining back her composure and smoothed out her dress as she stood, "we have only been playing this game for five."

"Exactly!" Jareth threw up his hands. He grumbled as Sarah started to giggle again. "I hate your giggling," he muttered. "It's so annoying."

"Well I hate your face; it's so annoying." Sarah yelped as Jareth tackled her again. But of course Sarah won again. Getting up they both sighed and started to walk out one of the many exits when a goblin came running towards them. "Your highness!" it wailed. "Your highness, Lady Sarah, come quick! Come quick!"

"What is it goblin?" Jareth asked puffing his chest out in an imitation of his father.

"Your father wishes to speak with you!" it quailed

Sighing, both children just shrugged and followed the cowering goblin to the throne room.

Sarah walked behind the counter of Slurpy Haven rubbing her temples. She had one of those dreams again but this time the images danced just beyond reach taunting her. She could almost visualize the dream but it kept eluding her grasping conscious. It seemed so familiar but she could tell it was a dream she never had before…but the aura of it…so familiar…

But Sarah knew that griping about something she had no control over was fruitless so she sighed and started to do her work again. Running a mental checklist through her mind about what she did and what had to be done still she closed her eyes and leaned against the back wall.

Slurpy machine …Check. Sweeping/Mopping …Check. Dusting …Check. Windows/Glass …Check.

Continuing her list she barely realized that the bells on the door rung. Slowly opening her eyes she glanced at the customer; a young man about her height and age and probably going to the school. She watched him as he went around and grabbed a stick of gum and a drink before walking up to the counter. He looked around him before looking at Sarah. Then in one fast motion he pulled out a little handgun and pointed it at the sighing Sarah who saw it coming a mile away. "Yo, give me all the cash…and a beef jerky," he ordered.

Sarah used one hand to pull out the piece of beef jerky but the other was resting under the counter. She moved to look like she was going to the cashier but threw the piece of dried meat at the young man and pulled out the gun under the counter as he was caught momentarily unawares by the flying food particle. Holding the gun with one arm straight out she glared at the boy whose face was just a few inches from the gun. "Look punk, I'm bloated, PMSing, and have a migraine…don't mess with me." She slanted her eyes slightly at the now frightened young man. He stared with wide eyes at the gun before moving his trembling gaze to Sarah. "Now I would leave this store and never come back if I were. Oh, and finish school and get a real job. Or next time my finger just might slip and pull the trigger, got it?" The boy nodded vigorously before darting out the door. "Hmm, guess he didn't his purchases after all." Shrugging she picked up the beef jerky stick lying on the counter and stuck it in her mouth as she set the shotgun on her shoulder and nodded to a little old lady who walked in. "Howdy ma'am," she mimicked a western accent and tipped an imaginary hat.

Closing up shop that night Sarah had another vision. She was locking up the cashier and heading to the door. Suddenly the pain of her migraines came crashing down on her and she leaned against the glass door sliding down to the floor as the images bore into her mind.

"Jareth, I thought I told you to that the Dragon Lord was not to be disturbed." The King of the Goblins strode back and forth in his expansive throne room. The throne room floor was made of the purest black marble shot with and a golden insignia before the stars leading to the raised dais where the thrones of the goblin King and Queen were set. The insignia was a representation of the Goblin Royalty crest; a triangle shape with a circle inscribed within it. In the circle was an elaborate lemniscate, or an 8 on its side. The point of the triangle pointed to the thirteen stairs. The Goblin King was wearing riding breeches of a burnt sienna color with a white shirt that was covered by a coat that was a dusty brown and that matched his riding boots and gloves. His almost platinum hair was loose around his shoulders and his golden brown eyes flashed with annoyance. "And you dragged Sarah into the mess; what are her parents going to think when I call on them?"

Sarah's jaw dropped. "My…my parents?" she whined. Setting her lips into a small frown she turned her head to glare at the prince next to her. "You are so lucky you are royalty or I would kill you. Actually…I just might anyways."

Jareth flashed a smile at her before turning to his father. "Father, you said not to bother him as he resided on our grounds and I didn't; he was in the air." Jareth's lips twitched with a smile but he didn't let it come over his face.

"You are the Crown Prince of the Goblins, Jareth; you can't keep these antics up. You have to understand that when dignitaries of other lands come to visit our realm you can notdo anything to annoy them. When you take my place do you honestly think it will be wise to continue your pranks with visiting royalty? And the young Lady Sarah could have gotten in serious trouble and/or hurt," the Goblin King continued.

"But Sarah and her family are in favor of our family and even though she is of little noble blood she is held in high esteem enough to keep her safe."

And now they are talking like I am not here, Sarah thought annoyed. But like Jareth said, I am of 'little noble blood'. Sometimes I wonder if I go invisible during meetings like this, she thought in exasperation.

"...now be cause of your foolhardiness I am obligated to call upon her family and tell them exactly what you two have done. Her parent's will be severely displeased and she will most likely be banned from being with you for at least a whole moon span." The Goblin King was now sitting upon his throne so Sarah deduced that while she had been simmering in thought she had missed parts of the conversation and missed Jareth's father walking up the stairs.

"But, tell them I ordered her to do it! Don't let her get in trouble! Tell them I made her do it by using the command of my status as prince, father!" Jareth begged. He didn't want Sarah getting in trouble because of him. Sarah was his best friend and really the only person outside of his family that treated him as more than just the heir to the Goblin Realm. He had known Sarah almost his entire life since she was a wee babe straight from her mother's loins.

Sarah snapped to attention when Jareth's word sank in. "Your Majesty, I refuse to let Jar-, I mean His Highness, take all the blame for our actions. It is as much my fault as his and I am prepared to take the responsibility of my actions. I was the one who came up with the plan to disturb the Dragon Lord and I take full responsibility of it entirely. His Highness was just a puppet to my thoughts."

"I was not, nor will I ever be, a puppet to you!" Jareth exclaimed forgetting his father and stood with his back rigid and his face scowling. "I came up with the idea of doing it!"

"You were just thinking out loud. And I was the one who came up with how to do it! It was all my ideas that you did so that makes it all my fault!"

"Does not!"

"Does to!"

"Does not!"

"Does to!"

"SILENCE!" the Goblin King roared shooting to his feet. He shook his head as he walked down the steps and put one hand on Jareth's shoulder and the other on Sarah's. "Jareth, you are my son and Sarah, I love you like a daughter, so I am telling this to you not as the King but as a father; you are both in trouble. Now get," he said his voice both holding amusement and love as he kicked at their butts to prod them out of the throne room.

"Urg," Sarah groaned as she slowly got to her feet steadying herself with one hand against the glass. The pain was getting worse and worse lately and sometimes she found that the pain became so bad she black out. She could also remember fuzzy and shadowy contours from the dreams and visions she had but never anything clear and the sound was garbled and increased or lessened in pitch. Moaning Sarah grabbed the keys and finished locking up before stumbling to the parking lot and getting in her truck. Shifting gears she pulled out of the lot and drove to her apartment pulling over very once in a while to massage her head.

Finally arriving home she dropped her keys in the little bowl on the little table by the front door and walked over to the chair by the couch and dropped into it so that one foot rested on an armrest as the leaned against the crook of the opposite armrest where it met the back and rubbed her temples. "I wish this pain would stop," she cried closing her eyes as tears started to fall and the eternal black of sleep brought by the pain encased her.

Sarah found herself in almost the same position she fell asleep in when her phone rang. Startling out of sleep it took her a moment to realize what was happening. Getting up he went over to the phone and picked it up. "He-hello?" she asked in a hoarse voice. Clearing her throat she asked again. "Hello?"

"Is Ms. Williams?" a voice crackled over the line.

"This is her." Sarah yawned rubbing her eyes with her free hand.

"My name is Susan and I'm taking a survey fo-"

"Susan? Oh my god, I can't this. It's me, Sarah!"

"Um…who?"

"Come on, Sarah Williams? Man, it sure has been a long time. Remember George Hernandez's party five years ago? I didn't know you could move your hips that way!" Sarah laughed. "So how are Bob and the kids?"

"I'm afrai-"

"Sally called me yesterday and she and Mark got married! Seriously they went to Vegas and eloped! Her parent's were pissed, let me tell you that!"

"I don't-"

"So, do you still have my vibrating dildo you borrowed all those years ago? I could really use it because my other one broke and I haven't had a good masturbation in a long time. How has your masturbation gone?"

"I really don-"

"Remember that night when we made out when we got really drunk? You always were a good kisser."

"Thank yo-, wait…I don't know you!"

"Stop playing girl. Anyways, oh! Remember when we had that foursome with those Siamese Twins? That was fun. We should do it again som-"

Click.

Sarah grinned as Susan hung up the phone on her side and did the same. She loved messing with telemarketers. Sighing she walked to the kitchen to make some coffee and on the way looked at the calendar. It was the last Friday before the vacation and she only had one class today in about two hours. So after flipping her coffee pot on she went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Afterwards she brushed her teeth and hair and changed into some clothes before heading back and grabbing her coffee. Walking out the door she grabbed her keys and locked the door. Her head still throbbed with pain but it was just barely simmering after the night of no dreams. Only when the pain caused her to pass out did she have no dreams.

Getting in the car she rested her head on her arms as she crossed them over the steering wheel. "If there is anyone listening up there please help me get through this day," she whispered before grabbing her thermos and taking a sip. Starting up the truck and shifting into gear Sarah drove to school. She nodded to those who passed her by and greeted her as she walked to class after arriving on campus. Looking at her watch she saw she was going to be late. "That's not fair!" she complained. And as soon as she finished saying the words the pain doubled as flashes after flashes swamped her mind.

FLASH

"It's not fair!" Sarah pouted as she stomped her foot. The little Goblin Prince before her just grinned and picked up the card he had won from Sarah. "You cheated!"

"Can you prove it?"

FLASH

"That's not fair! I wanted to wear that eye shadow!" Sarah crossed her arms and looked over at the prince who was having a golden eye shadow applied.

"Yes, but I look better in it."

FLASH

"Oh, it's not fair! How come I have to wear this dress? I look horrible in yellow," a slightly older Sarah asked her mother.

"Because Prince Jareth has asked you to wear it," her mother replied calmly as she did the few finishing touches to her daughter's makeup.

"I'll kill him," Sarah spat.

FLASH

"It's not fair, I tell you, that's not fair!" Sarah, looking even older, shouted and ran out of her parents small manor crying. She had to go find Jareth. She couldn't believe her parents!

FLASH

"Jareth, it's not fair!" Sarah cried into his coat. "I can't believe they are making me-

FLASH

"…not fair!"

FLASH

"That's not-"

FLASH

"ARG! It's not fair!"

FLASH

"Oh, it's not fair!" A different Sarah than the others was standing in front of a weird manor…no…a house. It was a regular house. It was Sarah Williams' house. And she was wearing a white dress in pouring rain staring up at a woman…at…Karen.

FLASH

"It's not fair!" Sarah was wearing jeans and a shirt in a stone room…no…a stone maze…a labyrinth. She had just thrown her lipstick.

"That's right. It's not fair," a voice said. Sarah turned around to see…

FLASH

Sarah was watching a clock's hands move forward taking away the time she had. "That's not fair!"

"You say that so often. I wonder what your basis for comparison is," a rich accented voice, that seemed familiar but…different…some how, said. The owner of it looked…

FLASH

"It's not fair!" This time a little man said it…a…dwarf.

"No, it isn't. But that's the way it is," Sarah answered finally seeing the light of what so many people had told her.

FLASH

Yelling Sarah found herself crumpled on the floor. There were people surrounding her asking her questions but the only thing she could think about was the pain, the horrible, pain shooting through her mind and seeping into her very being causing chaos to every nerve and cell. She began thrashing on the ground holding her head tight between her hands screaming. She felt as if her head would explode and there would be nothing of her remaining. She withered in agony until the blissful quiet of pain induced sleep crept over her and she fainted.

Sarah awoke in a small cot. Her head was softly throbbing and it took her awhile for her to orient herself to her surrounding and the light. But she quickly realized she was lying in the nurse's office. She felt slightly drugged and her arm hurt so she figured she had been given a shot of some sort to help with the pain. Groaning she tried to sit up only to fall back down.

A petite woman came bustling in and put her hand over Sarah's forehead. "Well, you seem to be feeling a little better and your fever is reduced," she said softly as if to herself. "What happened?" she asked in a louder voice as she finally looked down into Sarah's eyes.

"Um, I don't know." Should she tell her about the dreams? She had told the school counselor and he had thought she was nuts or imagining it. So Sarah decided to tell a half truth. "I have been having these headaches for a while and I guess it just got too strong for me. I'm all right now, though. I…haven't been getting enough sleep lately. I should get to class now."

"Darling, the evening classes are being held now; it's Five 'o Clock," the nurse said softly.

"Oh, uh, I guess I'll just go home then."

"You have probably been under a lot of stress lately so you should use the vacation coming up to rest."

"Yeah, I'm going to go visit my dad and little brother."

"That's a wonderful idea! Make sure you get a lot of sleep and eat good, nutritional food."

"I will Miss Watson," Sarah groaned as she got slowly up. "Thank you for your help," she said softly as she walked out and waved to the nurse heading to her truck. What happened? she asked herself. All she remembered were blurry flashes of images and garbled speech again but this time they kept moving and changing. This migraine is going to kill me one of these days, she thought annoyingly. Jumping into her truck she drove home and went immediately to the phone.

"Hello?" the voice said.

"Karen, I need to speak to my father."

"He is…unavailable."

"Karen, please, it's serious now. As much as I love playing our little games I really need to speak to Robert. Please get him." Sarah knew her voice had desperation in it but she didn't care; maybe it might get Karen to actually get her father. The other line was silent for a moment until a soft sigh was heard and then a clinking sound as if the phone was set on the counter. Then a few moments later she heard a masculine voice.

"Sarah?"

"Hi, daddy," she said softly holding the phone in one hand and her head in the other.

"Sarah, dear, what's wrong?"

"Dad, can I come over and visit you and Toby for my couple weeks vacation? I think the change of scenery will do me good because I have been…under a lot of stress lately. I think being back home will be calming to my nerves and it will do me good."

"Of course you can honey, Toby has missed you a lot. Especially ever since Karen…" Robert trailed off.

Sarah gritted her teeth. "What about Karen?"

"Well, Karen has been acting funny with him…almost like she was resentful of him or something. Well, I have to go so when will you be coming over?"

"Um, sometime after twelve tomorrow. I'll see you then, ok dad?"

"Ok honey."

"I love you daddy."

"I love you too sugar."

And then she hanged up. Sarah walked to her room and shut the door dismissing the bottle of pain reliever on her dresser. She had stopped taking medication for her pain she realized it didn't help much and lately what little it did helped wasn't enough. So dropping into bed she almost welcomed the dreams and pain she knew she would have in the morning.

Sorry taking so long on all my Fanfics; not been in writing mood and my thoughts have been off-the-wall lately. Also my comp is messing up again.

Ja ne.