Now, lovelies I hope you have read the new summary. Interesting, isn't it? And a new chappie! So quickly!
-Jareth appears in a puff of glitter that makes Lady sneeze-
(Lady) ha-ha-hachoo!
(Jareth) Er, sorry. But, I have been thinking about what you said last chapter and I have decided that I will make more time for you. Beginning today. Would you like to come with me to the cinemas?
(Gabriel) –walks in with a bunch of roses- What's going on here?
(Jareth) This is a private conversation.
(Gabriel) I can see that. Anyway, -brushes past Jareth and hands the roses to Lady who accepts them warily- I just wanted to ask you to the Moon Festival at Shorncliffe Beach next weekend.
(Jareth) Look here! Now I was asking Lady something so you can just wait your turn!
(Lady) OK! QUIET! Now, I have no idea what the two of you are up to, but here are my answers; Jareth- if you insist on wearing that outfit, then I cannot be seen with you in public-
(Jareth) –plucks at his shirt- What's wrong with my clothes?
(Lady) Don't interrupt me, and, EVERYTHING! Anyways, also the fact that I would have to pay for your ticket and your munchies because you have no money. Same with you, Gabs. The Moon Festival costs MONEY! Not that the fire twirling isn't mondo cool, and all, but there is also a great deal of drinking and since my friend Feargul ditched me there last time, I don't really want to go.
-Both feys drooped their shoulders and traipsed away sadly-
(Lady) Anyway, to the shout outs!
atsuibelulah- I'm 14 which means that I was born in 1991, which means that I will be 15 just before my baby bro or sis is born. What is ooc? And if you meant orange county- then YOU ARE SO EWWW! THAT SHOW IS RETARDED!
BatteredChild- Um, a platypus would be perhaps a little… cliché don't you think?
Also, there are a few Author's Notes in this chapter, just showing that I wish no part in the fluff it contains. Why don't you make up your own minds?
obsessor-of-inuasha- HOW DARE YOU MAKE THE ASSUMPTION THAT YOU LIKE JARETH MORE THAN ME? YOU ARE SO VERY, VERY WRONG! But I hate Sarah for what she did to him- left him broken hearted and all that jazz. I don't want to BE in her position! EWWW!
Petra15- Yes, she kissed him. You know, I knew a girl called Petra once…
Calendae- Hey, I'm on holidays- this is what I do best!
bobmcbobbob1- I know you're greedy- but isn't everyone when it comes to a half decent fic? Yes, I'll admit it, its half-decent. Hoggle appreciates the hug.
SmeagulTheWeasul- You love the fluff? That's my new muse, one of my pokemon. Thanks for the congrats! I'm so exited! I've never been a sister before!
Silver Angel- thanks- I can't wait! Mum and I were actually talking names last night; Madeline or Brianna, she thinks, for a girl. Callen for a boy. But I like Michael and Katrinn.
Elenea Galad- Well, that's good news. I have had reports that my Jareth is- to take a line from one of our Australian Idol judges (not Dicko- the other one- KYLE!); Wobbly, dibbly, dobbly. I hate Kyle, he said that Lee was boring! Lee is not boring! He has pink hair and piercing! He is the cutest guy in the top 11!
MordSith-Rahl- I was the baby too- and the eldest. I'm an only child so mum was worrying about how I'd cope. I hate mangoes. They are gross. I know what that wink means!
Chapter 20
Pillow Talk- or- What happens when Sarah Williams has Severe Caffeine Deficiency
Warmth. Arms hugging Sarah tight. Love. A beautiful sunset…The dream was interrupted by a cheery voice;
'Sarah, dear. Wake up, dear,' murmured Gwyn.
Sarah groaned and turned away, only half awake and getting sleepier. She put a pillow over her head. 'Noooo', she moaned.
Gwyn frowned. She had been trying to get Sarah to wake up for five minutes now and this was the liveliest response she had received from the semi-comatose girl.
The red haired healer sighed. Let's see Jareth deal with this. I would wake her up myself… But it would be more entertaining to let him do it.
She left Sarah's chambers, closing the door and turning to Jareth who was pacing the corridor with a glowering Hoggle. The two waiting men were carving twin trenches into the stone floor.
Jareth turned to Gwyn impatiently. 'Well? Is she up yet?'
Hoggle glared at him. 'You must have tired her out yesterday.'
Jareth towered over the wizened dwarf. 'I did no such thing, Hodgewonk. It was probably you who stressed her too much when you barged in and used FOUL LANGUAGE during DINNER!'
Hoggle pointed a finger up to Jareth's face. 'I've heard much worse coming from YOU'RE OWN mouth, your majesty!'
'Why you little-'
'Er, hem', coughed Gwyn. 'Can we put this aside for the moment? The fact is that Sarah is still asleep. So who will wake her?'
Jareth looked up immediately. 'I'll do it.'
'Bu-' before Hoggle could properly fashion an argument, Sarah's door was already closing in his face. Whether or not Jareth had used his magic to speed his movements was unknown to the dwarf, but Hoggle seemed to admit defeat and waited quietly, if impatiently, out in the corridor.
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Jareth closed the door behind him silently. Sarah's room was still, the only movements being the rise and fall of Sarah's chest as she breathed and the glittering dust motes as they floated in and out of the rays of golden Sun that trickled through the windows. (A/N beagh!)
The whole scene reminded him of a song that Sarah used to play, that he had heard once when he was checking on her (not spying!). In fact, he began to softly hum the tune as he edged up to Sarah's bedside.
This song, he thought. It's called Perfect day, I think. But who sang it? Wait, this is not the time to be thinking about that…
Sarah hugged a goose down pillow as she slept, her long brown hair falling in a slightly tangled mess onto her other pillows. She had the covers pulled up to her chest, only revealing the sleeves of her long nightgown.
The bedclothes, like her hair, where somewhat tousled, as though Sarah had thrashed in her sleep, perhaps while she was enduring nightmares, but for now she was calm. (A/N EWWWW!)
In the bright sunlight, Jareth couldn't really see that Sarah had been hurt- even though he knew it to be so. To him, for now at the very least, she was an angel, a blissful incarnation of peace that graced him with her presence.
(A/N What? Is this me? What am I writing! MUST STOP WRITING MUSHY STUFF!)
(Evil cackle. Resistance is futile.)
(oh, sure tell me this AFTER I try, why don't ya? You suck as a new romance muse, Nightlass)
(Nightlass-who is a gengar- shrugs That's what you get for having a pet as a muse.)
(Why you little! Jumps at muse and fights her)
Jareth sat down on the edge of the bed. He gently touched her shoulder. 'Sarah. Sarah', he said softly.
Sarah didn't move.
Jareth frowned. He shook her arm and called her: 'Sarah! It's time to get up!'
Sarah moaned and hugged her pillow more tightly. 'No, I don't wanna go to school,' she grumbled. Her eyes were still shut.
Jareth raised and eyebrow. 'Sarah, you have to get up or you won't be able to go to the markets with… Hodgeweg.'
Sarah seemed to be slipping back into sleep.
'Sarah, if you don't get up this moment, I swear I will dunk you into the Bog of Eternal Stench!' Jareth snarled impatiently.
Sarah eyes snapped open. The pillow that she had been hugging so innocently just a moment before was swinging around and hitting Jareth hard in the head and chest, knowing him off the bed. 'I', (wack), 'WAS', (wack), 'HAVING', (wack), 'A', (wack), 'NICE', (wack), 'DREAM!' cried Sarah angrily as Jareth tried vainly to deflect her blows with his hands. (WACK!)
'Sarah- ow!- Sarah! Stop! I'm sorry-ow!'
There was a short cackle from the open doorway.
Sarah and Jareth whipped around in distraction, the pillow dropping from Sarah's limp fingers as she saw Hoggle and Gwyn in the doorway, laughing fit to burst at her antics.
'What?' whined Sarah. 'I was having a good dream!'
Jareth rubbed his head. 'You shouldn't have pillows… Because you hurt with them…'
'Don't tell me you don't think you deserved it!' snapped Sarah threateningly, pointing a finger at Jareth's chest.
Jareth put his hands up in his defence. 'Okay! Okay! Fine! Calm!'
Sarah snorted and flicked the covers off her body. She got up, stepped over Jareth and stood with her hands on her hips. 'So, will you all leave so I can get dressed?'
Hoggle and Gwyn, still giggling to themselves, turned to leave.
Jareth merely stood up.
Hoggle glanced over at the motionless king. 'Coming?'
Jareth raised his eyebrow at Hoggle. 'Why should it be your business if I stay?'
'It's not', said Sarah from behind him. 'But it is my business.'
Jareth looked back at her. 'I need to talk to you.'
Sarah looked at him sceptically, then nodded to Hoggle, who left the room. She folded her arms across her chest. 'Well, start talking', she invited irritably.
Jareth blinked. 'Alright then. Did you take your medicine last night?'
'Yes, I had it before I went to sleep.'
'Have you applied any of the cream yet?' Jareth asked.
'No.'
'Why not?'
'Because I haven't gotten around to it yet,' said Sarah, beginning to get really annoyed.
'Ahh,' said Jareth knowingly.
'Is that all?' snapped Sarah. 'Because I really need some coffee.'
Jareth smirked. 'Oooh, aren't we irritable?'
Sarah glared at him. 'I'm a night person.'
'Really?' he asked suggestively.
Sarah's glare intensified. 'Get yourself out of the gutter and tell me your point.'
'To which point are you referring?' asked Jareth in a beguiling fashion.
'THAT'S IT!' cried Sarah. 'OUT! OUT!' She pushed him towards the door, which she yanked open as soon as it as near enough to wack Jareth in the head.
'Ow!' yelped Jareth, still walking backwards. 'Come on, Sarah, I'll be reasonable! Your bed will not even enter our conversation!'
Sarah's eyes flashed. With one last gargantuan heave, Jareth was sprawled out in the corridor. 'I'll see you at breakfast!' she said vehemently and she slammed the door in his face.
Jareth blanched at the sound. As he began to pick himself up off the floor, he heard a very unimpressed voice very near his head:
'Hmm, what's this about Sarah's bed?'
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-wipes trail of blood from cheek- well, I won. NO MORE MUSHY STUFF! YAY!