The ending though...

O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o

Ugh,

Sarah grumbles in pestilence as her subconscious transitions from her sleepy state to the awakening of her surroundings. The gentle sunrise that beams from her single sized window lightly hit her eyelids just right to make her turn in a silent plea and cover her head under her pillow. This night was the longest night in this interesting series of dreams that she had been having. No longer is she being teased with endless boats of wavering intoxication, lingering lust, and endless teasing of her desires night in and night out. No. This dream had her free of all clutches and bonds, letting her take complete control, while still getting lost within the passion, exhilaration, and domination. It's hard to believe that that she would be able to move this morning after a night like that, dream or no.

But to Sarah, she doesn't recall the endless night of intense pleasure, heavy breathing and gasps that get lost in the night wind.

In fact, this is the first dream that she hasn't been able to remember in weeks.

This is a first.

She is exhausted this morning, regardless if she could remember anything, she still tossed and turned to no end leaving her with little strength to get up for the day's festivities. She almost wants to call it quits on tormenting her little brother. Why punish him if she also has to punish herself with an early start on a lovely cloudy Saturday. She is definitely not a morning person and the weather is just begging for her to stay in, so... why is she doing this?

Despite the inner fight she has with herself, she finally makes the universal decision to get up and stretch her limbs, deciding to get excited. She loves the Renaissance Fair. It's a wonderful excuse to dress up and act silly and live in a world of her own while being able to laugh and mingle those who enjoy doing the same. She feels so at home with the hundreds of strangers that lurk the festivities every year, and she hasn't been in years, She asks herself why she has waited so long to go.

Taking in the crisp and cool spring air from the slight crease of her window, she looks around her childhood room as she ganders at her past. Through her teenage years and into her young-adulthood, her tastes vastly matured, replacing toys and stuffed animals with various knick-knacks and collectibles, and replaces her posters with other forms of wall decor before she moved away entirely. Though she took many of her childhood treasures down, she didn't have the heart to throw anything away. She didn't want to. They're just collecting dust within their parent's attic, now. And even though her taste had matured throughout the years, she kept the deliciously varied and unique oddities with each odd piece of her room having it's own story. She doesn't really have a set theme in this room, there is a little bit of everything in here.

She wouldn't have spent the night here if their parents weren't away on an emergency business trip. She didn't want him to be alone in a dark house over night, no matter how he protested, insisting that he can handle himself and the house just fine alone. But she was already there is it was easier on her since they had to be up so early, anyhow.

The upside to them being gone is the very lucky break Toby received of not really having to tell them about what happened at school. And he plans to keep it that way, and agreeing to go to the fair is a good way to try and get on Sarah's good side and on board with keeping it a secret.

To be fair, he is supposed to attend in-school-suspension on Monday, anyway right? Why worry mom and dad even more, he said? Why worsen it, he said?

He is extremely convincing, which will work out for him in law school, Sarah thinks to herself.

Finally getting to her feet, she shakes her head from her overflowing thoughts as her body shivers at the cold floor. Looking at the clock by her bed she sees that she isn't too devastatingly late getting up, but if they want a meal beforehand, they better get going. She slowly tiptoes out of her room and down the hall a ways to Toby's door. Looking at it, she thinks she should just burst the door open and flip him off the bed, but she decides to take a different approach.

With a loving smile, she only faintly knocks at the door.

*knock knock knock* "Little brother..." *knock knock*

...

Nothing.

Her knock is a little more attentive.

*knock knock* "OH little broootherrrr..."

Still nothing.

She hums with a nod. "Okay..." she says as she slowly yet surely opens his door to a very boyish room, floor full of dirty clothes and outlandish posters of God knows what decorating the walls. She looks to his bed as she sees the cocoon of sheets and covers that hold a lovely butterfly just asking to be opened. "Toooooooobyyy~" she singsongs to get him moving.

He only slightly moves within the covers but not much beyond that. This doesn't phase Sarah, though. Her smile only grows larger and more evil as she pulls out something rather special to assist her in waking her brother.

It is nothing more than a small blue can that fit in the palm of her hand with a large white nozzle at the top and tipped with a small white button that, when pushed, releases the most agonizing noise for such a small room to bear.

Bracing herself, she squeezes her eyes shut as she points the small object at the top of his bed, as she readies herself to watch the lovely butterfly bloom.

3...2...

*HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK*

"HOLY SHIT-" he screams as he pounces four feet off the bed, squirming in mid air, so fast that even the monsters under his bed could feel the pain of such a jolt. He looses his footing in a tremble and tumbles onto the floor with the mess of sheets plopping on top of him. Popping a frightened head out of the sea of blankets, he finds, in the midst of his bedhead, a grown woman falling to the floor in laughter at his door.

"Such language, Toby!" she mumbles among the giggles. "You kiss Karen with that mouth?"

He moans in an instant. "Are you serious?" he cries as he pulls his blankets over his head. "You were being serious?" his muffled voice is barely heard.

"I'm always serious Toby." she says standing to her feet as she puts on a serious face. "Now waky-waky. We leave in an hour." she finishes as she leaves the doorway.

"Nooooooo," he continues to moan as he climbs back into bed to wrap himself back to sleep.

"And you're wearing the tights." she calls from the hall.

"NO!" he immediately jumps out of his blankets to run after her. He gets to her door just as she is able to shut it in his face. "No way, Sarah! Nu-uh! You swore!" he shouts.

"Oh, good, you're awake." she calls from the other end.

"We made a deal, Sarah!" he continues to bang on the door.

This time she opens her door for her sass to flood through. "That was before you forced me to a God awful double-date with Francesca and her overzealous and weird uncle!" she slams the door shut.

"For the LAST time! It. Was. NOT. A. Date!" he grunts as he marches back to his room.

She opens, "Was too!" she closes. He runs back to bang the door, with anger rising to his ears.

"Come on! Say it again!" *BANG BANG* "I dare ya!"

"Or else what?"

"Or... or..." Toby struggles for a way to get under her skin... It didn't take him long. His smile was diabolical. "Or else I'll call the Goblins to take you away-"

"THAT'S IT!" Sarah forces her door open.

"Uh-oh..." he starts to run.

"I told you never to bring that up, you little maggot!" she screams as she tackles him to the ground with a large thud.

"I'm sorry-I'm sorry! I'm sorry-y-y-y!" he cries as she wrestles him into the most painful position on the ground! "OW!"

After the lively events that added to the unusual morning routine in the house, the siblings finally fumble themselves dressed, tights and all. Sarah dangled the opportunity for a free Denny's breakfast if, and only if, Toby got on his knees and begged for forgiveness for his statements involving goblin abductions.

Growing up with a reckless little brother as a growing teen sister really was a pain in the rear at times. She loved her brother with all her heart, still does, and will always do anything for him, but no relationship, no matter how unique, isn't perfect. Since she wasn't there a whole lot through his childhood, the times where she was home from school were the times that they both continue to remember and treasure. Unfortunately, she was gone more than she was there, and because of this, he yearned, as any other younger sibling would, to learn as much as he could about her, which often had him breaking into her room while she was gone, or looking through her things in the attic. When she found out what he was doing while she was gone, she often showed her discontent and scolded him endless amounts of times. But it was never really harmful until he was about 8 and found her "Labyrinth" book, which was, ironically, not with her stuff in the attic, but under her pillow.

When she came back during a holiday visit, she came home to a sight of him in his room with the book at hand as he recited it like a play just like she used to, to a bunch of his pals as they rolled on the floor laughing. She had turned so red in the face. He wasn't doing it out of love for the story, he was making fun of her and the hobby that he learned about her through his mom. He was poking fun at Sarah and making her feel silly and stupid for doing such dumb things as a kid as make believing in such dumb and girly things.

But her dislike for him hit deeper than just making fun of her pretend days. It went much deeper. It was more of concern of his well-being. What if he did read it and learn of its power and fall into the same trap as she did? And what if the anger would be towards her and they would both be stuck into an impossible trap, but with switched rolls?

This really pissed her off and she showed her concern through her anger and her words. She threatened him to never bring that book up unless he wanted a pounding, and that if he ever made fun of her again, she would tell all his friends that he still slept with his bear "Lancelot" in his David Bowie lightening bolt footy-pajamas.

But every so often, if he wants to get under her skin, he'll pull the "Goblin" card.

After their breakfast mini-adventure, it was finally off to the Fair!

O.o

The 2003 Medieval Fair, what is usually a large empty park centered an hour outside of the city is transformed into a whole new world; a time warp dating back into the days of olde, full of Kings, Queens, Knights, Pirates, artists, smiths of trade, and any creature that one can think of: Fairies, Fauns, Mermaids, Unicorns, Centaurs, Witches, Goblins, Trolls, Dragons, Imps, you name it. Hundreds of ordinary people transform themselves from their everyday dull lives to reside in this sanctuary to come together in harmony and have a good time with fellow free-spirited people.

There is a whirlwind of things to do, rather it be watching numerous shows of magicians, jugglers, fools, jousting, parades, and musicians,- or one can wander into the many shops full of fortune tellers, henna artists, food stands that make authentic medieval food, smiths that make anything from fine jewelry, pots and pans, weapons, or just simple collectibles. This is a place where artists can shine and really show their spirited talent in the fantasy genre of art, rather it be in paintings, drawings, clay, or even fine period clothing. This place truly is a sight to behold.

This place is a wonderful way to escape from everyday life and that is exactly what Sarah plans to do with Toby, today. Even though she is supposed to be punishing him with making him do their duo-juggling act they did as kids, Toby can't shake the fact that he freaking loves this place just as much as Sarah. He always pokes fun at her for openly admitting to liking this kind of stuff, even Sarah knows that deep down Toby didn't put up much of a fight for that very reason. He even gets a little too giddy when he finds the "Dungeons and Dragons" tent every time he goes.

After the fight that Sarah and Toby had about the book incident all those years ago, she left with very little words to say to him, which made them both feel terrible. But luckily she made some good friends at school and those friends helped her learn really cool tricks like bottle spinning for tending at a bar, popping wheelies in her car, and even juggling. She had been trying to perfect her skill before going home and showing her family, and she thought that it was the perfect opportunity to mend the burnt bridge with her brother. She just didn't know it would go so well, because he soon begged her to teach him, and she was more than happy to oblige. Over time, he finally got the hang of it, and they eventually started teaching each other different things that they learned, and that is how they spent their breaks together. They even performed together for family reunions, company picnics and finally made it to the Medieval Fair one year before Toby started getting deep into the social life of junior high and didn't think it was really cool to juggle with his sister anymore, especially if she was going to be a teacher at the same school he was gonna go to, he figured he would sever as many embarrassing ties as possible. And although it saddened Sarah, she understood why, and since she was going to see him more often, she didn't press the matter further.

Until he got punished.

Sarah and Toby now reside on a small makeshift stage made of straw and planks of wood. They are acting out one of their more comical routines which has Sarah trying to teach the crowd how to juggle with some fruit and Toby trying to eat every piece. The piece is cleverly done as Toby steals the fruit away from Sarah and takes a bite out of every piece while still juggling them in med-hair, which in retrospect, is a very impressive thing to do. And as he ruins her how-do, she lights on of a torch looking baton on fire and threatens to set him ablaze for ruining her lesson. She throws it for him to catch it and then throws another lit one, and then throws another, and another before he starts throwing them back to her and they playfully throw the fire to one another and fight and bicker until the music ends and they catch them all on beat and pose just in time for an applause. It really is a cute little side show that they do, and Toby is impressed with himself on how much of the routine he remembered and was glad that he still had it, somewhat.

As they exited the stage, the siblings kept to the side in smaller crowds with a more simple routine with another set of batons and heavy weighted balls as they perform different ways of juggle-juggle-pass.

"See?" Sarah suddenly starts talking, multitasking with the juggle routine. "This wasn't so bad, was it?" she says as a small crowd circles around them.

"I'm not talking to you," he replies looking away from her. "In fact, I hate you." he scoffs over-dramatically. "And I wish that these stupid things would grow wings and fly the hell away."

"You do not." Sarah rolls her eyes. "The tights are just cutting off the niceness from your brain." she chuckles.

"Ya. So if I die due to lack of blood circulation, it's on your head."

"I thought you weren't talking to me." she teases.

He just smacks his lips in attitude of her persistence. Sarah softens up a bit.

"I'll tell you what," she says as their juggling starts to increase in height. "Since you have been such a good sport with me today," she says speeding up the pace. "I will take you up on your offer and leave your mom and dad out of what happened yesterday. They don't have to know everything about us, right?"

He only looks to her in a surprised shock at what she just said. "...Really?"

"Really," her smile is bright. "we should have some sibling secrets from them anyway," she chuckles. "it's part of being kids-" *BONK*

The sudden kindness from Sarah causes Toby to falter in routine and he misses a beat, causing all of what they are juggling to shower around them, including a heavy weighted ball to hit Sarah on the head and she instantly hits the ground in force. The crowd also reacts, but doesn't actually do anything.

"Holy crap- Sarah!" Toby reaches for her to try and catch her but he doesn't make it. "Sarah! Crap, Sarah, I'm sorry! Are you okay?" he frantically panics, wondering what on earth he had done to his sister.

It takes her a moment before moaning in pain. Toby lands to his knees. He tries to hold her head to look at the injury. "And you decided to trust me with big balls and long sticks, heheh-ow." he playfully says before she shoves a hand in his gut.

"You're a gross little turd." she grumbles as she holds her head in pain in another moan.

Just as he was about to help her up, the balls and batons that were scattered around them suddenly start shaking on their own as if an earthquake had started. Looking around the earth was still, but the toys continued to shake scarily causing the crowd to back up in awe. Then they suddenly, as if they were all inside of a warped dream, grew bat-looking wings just before lifting off the ground and flying into the sky. Both of the siblings look up in the sky in confusion and slight fear as the crowd starts to clap at the amazing trick that they had just did.

"Oh, God-things are flying! I think I need a doctor." Sarah collapses back to the ground.

"Me too-"

"Ms. Williams! Ms. Williams! Are you okay?!" comes the sudden cry of an extremely familiar voice.

"Francesca?" Toby suddenly jumps up to see the curly-haired beauty running their direction.

"Toby-" she abruptly stops when she sees him. However evident her sudden blush seemed, it had gone unnoticed as her uncle came up right behind her. Sarah lightly rises her head and sees both Francesca and Jareth dressed clad in extremely appropriate clothing for a place such as this.

And then...

-Drenched in an embrace, breaths as ghastly as the howling wind, and the feeling of skin against another's dull nails pulls on the tug of desire. It is almost too much to bare as she grasps onto him for dear life as he holds her ever so much closer-

Sarah collapses.

O.o

Her subconscious' slight attempt of slumber is short lived as she slowly but surely opens her eyes to see the Goblin King looming over her with eyes as alert as a nocturnal creature looking into the night, fierce and foreign to Sarah's understanding. Her eyes blink with rapid speed, trying to rid themselves of such beasts invading her soul to such a degree, as if they were nothing but an image.

Much to her un-surprise, they are, in fact, very real.

He is very real, and he is, very much, leaning over her.

"I am relieved to see you have awaken." he quips with a curious expression. "Your little brother will be quite relieved."

Her eyes squint as if she were shielding herself from the sun, which is quite ironic since the clouds are rather dark, now, full of rain that itches to fall. She cups her head with her hand, deeply inhaling, as she starts to feel a pounding sensation in her head.

"I am just dying to know why you are wearing what you're wearing," she groggily asks looking to see his attire, reminiscent of much, be it memories or history, white, long sleeved poet shirt, black vest tucked tightly in black pants almost as tight as Toby, complete with black boots, black leather gloves, black... freaking riding crop- "but assuming that I will get nothing but inquisitive avoidance from you, I will just ask a more simpler question. Where is the little zit?" she finishes trying to stand to her feet.

"You are quick to judge, Ms. Williams. A trait which is regrettably learned here with your human nature. I wouldn't speak much about attire," He leisurely states while looking to her own ensemble. He gently protests to her quick movements gazing at her ensemble. "I recommend that you try not to move too much- You... juggle?" his addition almost sounds amusing as he lays the lightest touch of his hand upon her shoulder.

-A touch... a breath... a gasp... her lips... his tongue... the torture... the agony... the brilliance-

She immediately scoots back, avoiding any eye contact, averting her gaze somewhere else... Anywhere else. She takes a deep gulp.

"Are you alright?" his voice echos with concern.

-'you'll be alright...' kind words are said in deep darkness as such whispers are promised, and headed. The smoothest and most gentle lips caress her neck as her head falls back with a bestowing breath-

Strong memories start flooding back to her as her eyes rapidly move in realization. So much so, she loses focus with her surroundings, she holding her head in dizziness. "Y-yeah-" she heeds his gentle warning and refrains from too much movement. "I-I'm f..." she clears her throat. "I'm fine."

He looks to her in obvious concern, as she continues to advert his gaze.

"Oh I'm so glad you're awake." Toby returns in a sprint with a small ice pack and Francesca not too far behind. "Here," he says lightly putting it on the bump protruding from her forehead. "I really, really sorry." he says as she winces in pain.

"It's okay," she struggles to say while sitting up. "I'm sure I'll live," her sigh was that of relief.

"God, I hope I didn't get brain damage or something,"

"I highly doubt that," Francesca muses out of nowhere. "Brain damage usually only occurs during times of severe opened or closed injury, concussion, or other evidence of pathology, caused by extreme external force of impact in fast paces." she states factually. "A simple baton or ball shouldn't do too much." Clearly she didn't understand the sarcasm stated.

They all look to her with bemused faces.

"What?" she retorts. "I want to study medicine."

"You-" Toby starts. "You saw us-"

"Absolutely! I thought it was a wonderful show. You too are quite funny." she smiles so big, her eyes squeeze shut.

"Quite the intriguing hobby, I must say." Jareth couldn't help but add.

Sarah and Toby slowly turn to each other as Jareth continues to look oddly at his niece. "I guess... umm..." he says tying to ignore Francesca. "this royally screws your generous offer to not tell mom and dad, huh." his question becomes more of a statement.

Sarah hears the pitiful tone in his question, and decides to humor herself with it."I'll tell you what," she starts as she slowly gets to her feet to regain a sense of normality. "You do two small things for me, and I'll keep my mouth shut."

Toby rolls his eyes. "Oh, here we go,"

"Do you want me to tell-"

"NO-no..." he motions to her. "What do you want?"

She smiles an evil smile from ear to ear. "First," he flinches instantly. "You buy me a funnel cake-"

"Perfect-"

"And..." he flinches again at her voice. She lets the tension linger a little as he almost causes him to sweat. Jareth takes notice of her control of the situation, observing her hold of the conversation, like a little tyrant. Letting her evilness face to simple sisterly-ness, she continues. "Ask Francesca to prom, you dweeb." she shoves at his shoulder.

His face turns white, instantly overburdened by fear and nerves, growing his eyes at the audacity of his sister, literally shouting the phrase 'no you just did not-' with just the gaze of his eyes.

"I would love to, Toby!" Francesca shouts with the biggest smile as she jump-hugs him at the side pulling him off balance. "I- You... Oh thank you, Toby!" she says grabbing his hand as she heads them toward a food truck. "Come on. Let's go get your sister her- funnel cake?" she is a little confused as to what that would be. Toby keeps his deadly gaze at his sister as she sticks a playful tongue at him before he is forced away by hand.

"And they say I'm cruel," a voice is heard from behind her. She twirls around a little too fast, causing her head whiplash making her fumble in her steps. "Okay-" he voices before taking a grasp of her arm to help keep her balance.

-she doesn't fight it, in fact, she invites gentle eccentricities and she feels hands snake up to her arms, binding them in a congealing trap. Bolts of emotions soar through her body-

"Perhaps you should sit for a moment,"

-senses and forms bind together in a senseless race against time. Tension rises in inexcusable forms. All feeling is numb, yet every touch burst through their thriving skin-

"Are you ill?" a voice of concern breaks through her, rather descriptive flashback as her sight jumps back into the present to take in a sharp inhale as finds herself sitting in a nearby fold out chair.

"N-no. I'm..." she shakes her head and lets out a noisy sigh to get back into focus. "I'm... I'm alright." she says bracing her knees. She looks down to the ground to avoid looking up at this point. If she were to accidentally catch his eyes, she wouldn't know what to do. Catching the side of her eye, however, is her duffle bag full of her, now collected, juggling equipment, then took a double take... "Wait... didn't those things..." she fans her hands in the air. "F-fly away or something."

Jareth's eyesbrows widen at such an auspicious question. "You are ill..."

"No- I..." she could have sworn she saw it. "But... they..." his questionable look makes her feel extremely stupid. She just sighs. "Thanks, then." she dismisses. "To whomever cleaned up the mess."

"We thought it best to evade the inevitable of more injuries." his smile is a small one, one she barely saw since she is evading him. He starts to notice a slight pattern in her actions. "One is enough." whatever smile that claimed his lips had been long gone.

After a moment, she finally stands to grab the bag.

-'Kiss me,' she said. 'For a price,' he said-

She falters.

"You need medical attention." he lightly commands as he grabs the bag from her hand.

"No, no, don't be silly." she forced a chuckle. "Really, I'm okay," she motions to get the bag back.

He quirks a brow at her. "You lead the way," he takes the bag firmly over the shoulder. "I'll follow."

-a gasp, a nip, a touch, a cry-

"...O-kay..." she says straightening up to head to her car.

There is nothing but silence between them- silence full of tension. Although the walk is short lived before they reach her vehicle, he waits to see if she will say anything, but she doesn't know what to say. They arrive at her car with not a word as she unlocks the car to pop open the trunk.

"Are you certain you'd be well enough to drive in the state you're currently in?" he asks as he tosses the duffle bag inside.

She immediately flinches behind his back for another flashback but... none had come, for which she is extremely thankful. "Oh yeah," she exhales a breath of relief. "Though I have half a mind to leave him here so he could live inside the big tent as a fool, since he is so good at being one." she mumbles as she closes it with a locking honk. Her humor has returned, which is a good sign.

"Is your relationship with your younger brother always this charming?" his sarcasm is evident.

"What else would you expect?" she asks with a shrug. "We're siblings, siblings who spend an obnoxious amount of time together. A relationship like ours doesn't come without its trials and tribulations." she speaks factually. "The fact remains that he is my little brother, and I love him with my heart and soul. We may pick on each other but that is just a plus." she stops dead in her tracks. "But if something were to happen to him," she slightly turns her head for a dramatic effect. "I would kill a man to get him back." he is aware of the piercing of her words, though they did not sting. "Though if he were to make the mistake himself, he would have to dig himself out, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't help."

Jareth looks to her fire in his eyes which she would definitely see if she ever looked into them. "Spoken like a wise woman." his words hum the air with compliment.

She shakes her head in dismissal. "Don't let my clever choice of words fool you," she scoffs sarcastically. "I may, in your warped interpretation of the meaning, sound wise, but I assure you that I am anything but."

"Another wise proverb of life." she can feel the burn of his gaze without even having to see it. "to strengthen your resolve with such self awareness is also an extremely wise feat. Do not act so coy, Ms. Williams, and might I advise you to learn how to take a compliment." he says as they find a picnic table to sit at and admire the view of the festivities.

"Well, if I am as wise as you assume, then how come I, a teacher of the wise scribbling's of words ancient to the eyes and ears of our species since the dawn of time, unable to teach my brother anything? An older sibling is supposed to set the path, make mistakes so their younger doesn't have to, yet he doesn't even look up to see the path right in front of him. He can't even see something as simple as the look in Francesca's eyes." she shakes her head sympathetically as she tries to see if she can find them in the crowds a around.

"So you say," he starts. "as you have shamelessly continued to advert my eyes since you've awaken." he, sitting on the opposite side of her, leans in to gain her full attention. "With such aloofness at hand here, I just can't help but wonder why, Ms. Williams."

She desperately tries to shake her momentary hesitation swifting through her mind as his words wrap around her head. He sees her gears rolling as such an obtuse change in subject, as well as noticing her ever so slight falter in her glance before she gains just enough strength to finally and courageously look straight up at him.

"Are you openly admitting your curiosity to a human, Mr. Kingsley?"

His smile is very real, one toothy and full mischief and playfulness. So she wants to play this game? He is absolutely convinced that he is about to have some fun right before two men in knight costumes, that Jareth believed to be absolute rubbish, even for a small role-playing bit, intervenes in their nice conversation with the most outlandish demand.

"Sarah Williams?" one shouts in command with an extremely loud voice. Her face distorts in obvious disgust to the person intruding this private matter.

"Yeah?"she allows her feelings to shine through her voice.

"You are hereby sentenced to a total of twenty minutes in the stalks by request for the embarrassment of thou kin brethren."

"What?" she chuckles in absolute disbelief.

"A young man, by the name of." he looks down to his make-shift scroll, "Toby Williams has alleged crimes against you, and you shall now pay for them."

"You have got to be kidding me-"

"Take her away," two other guards show up out of nowhere and grab a hold of her arms as they guide her to the stalks on the other side of the fair. She looks behind her to see an extremely amused Goblin King as he crosses his arms in a laugh.

"Don't just stand there- help me!"

"Hi big sister," she hears an annoying chirp to her right, just out of arm's reach. Toby stands grinning from ear to ear as Francesca stands next to him with a hand over her mouth in shock and eyes as big as plates.

"OH you are SO dead..."

O.o

There Sarah stands, pinned down half way to the ground in her juggling costume, locked by her wrists and neck in a long wooden plank brace. A choice few had started to gather around Sarah to laugh at her, just mainly because it is fun to poke fun at someone who was playfully being punished for the stupidest thing for twenty minutes. The vast amount and anger turns at her on the inside, trying to think of a creative way of getting her cute little brother back.

"Well, well, well," in comes the very last voice that she wanted to hear, but the first one that she knew she would get. "this is quite the interesting position that you have been placed in, if I do say so myself, my dear." Jareth whimsically says resting his elbow atop the plank she is stuck in.

"Don't talk to me." she hisses.

"Aww," he pouts. "Why such a tone, Ms. Williams?" he says looking more closely at her position. "I certainly did not put you in this predicament." he looks behind her, as it is a sight to behold. "Though I wonder why I didn't think of this sooner."

"Quiet! I am trying to exact my revenge."

She hears a lighthearted chuckle deep within his chest. "Are you now?"

"Yes! And you're not helping." she tries to eyeball him.

"Well..." he says slowly taking a few paces back and forth in front of her to really show her the distinguishable part of the "costume" he was wearing. "I could help with that, if you like."

She looks down, not wanting to see that. "Yeah. I bet you would. In exchange for what?"

"What are you insinuating, Ms. Williams?" he acts offended.

"I am insinuating that people just don't make a deal with the devil without a payment in return." she quirks a brow.

"Ugh," Jareth says breaking his act. "Don't side me with that double-horned heathen. He is ridiculously insufferable."

She huffs at his intolerance. "I wonder what your basis for comparison is," she mocks the snarky reply.

His retort is reminiscent of such a memory as he fights a cheeky grin upon his face. "Well, I was going to do it out of the goodness of my heart," he says pacing once more, and just a tad bit closer to her this time. "but, unfortunately, since you are being so impolite, it will have to cost you."

"I'm not stupid, Mr. Kingsley," she almost sang the name. "You want something from me- you have since you have arrived here, and now is your perfect time to corner me and get it."

"Oh how I have dearly missed your mellow-drama." he says as he kneels down to meet her struggling gaze beyond her bangs.

"What do you want?" he words bite.

"I'll get you out and help you with your petty sibling rivalry, if..." he lingers just as she did to Toby.

"Oh good lord."

"Can't I be dramatic, as well?" he asks.

"What do you want?" she almost cries in frustration.

"I will help you out and get your little revenge if you go to prom with me."

Her eyes shoot open.

...

"What." she asks. "Seriously?- Like are you being serious?" she tries to look him but to no avail,

"Let me take you to this... prom and I will help you."

"No!" simple and sweet. "Are you out of your mind? Or are you just completely daft as to what a prom actually is?"

"Well," he continues. "Francesca wants to go to this "Prom", yet her father has put his foot down about my chaperoning her for the remainder of our... visit. I wouldn't even dream of letting her go until you insisted your little brother to ask her to go with him, so now I must now attend as well, but this, change of events is extremely enticing, and would just be a small perk, mind you." he is anything if not honest.

Sarah's mouth drops. "You..." she tries to look up to him "You have been planing this the whole time- YOU PUT ME IN HERE-"

"I assure you, Ms. Williams. I did no such thing. I was with you the whole time during your arrest, and your brother admits that this was his own idea." he doesn't hide his smile. "But I, again, thank you for the kind assumption of my trying to be the big baddy here, when you should know by now that, this is not the case."

"No! I am not going to a stupid high school prom with you." she scoffs at the fact that this is the stupidest situation she has ever been in. "I wouldn't even be going if I wasn't placed in charge of creating the damn thing."

He shrugs at her answer. "Suit yourself." he stands to walk away.

"Twenty minutes really isn't so bad..." she says to herself as she sits there defeated with a huff. "Stupidest day of my life... I knew I should have just stayed in bed today." she mumbles starts to feel the most odd sensation-

Is...

Is someone...

Is someone... actually... She shakes.

Is someone actually... tickling her?

Someone is actually tickling her, making her burst into random acts of sounds protruding from her mouth. She starts to shake. "What the-"

"I'm the tickler, you petty defenseless human. Tickle, tickle, tickle." this tickler says as they continue to invade her personal space.

"Ew, ew, ew- stop!" she laughs. "Quit it!" she giggles. "Ugh! STOP!" she tries to shout, but they just don't stop. "Ugh! Fine! Jareth Fine!" she almost screams through her giggle fit. "Fine I'll do it! Just get me out of here!"

"Your wish is my command."

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A bit of irony on writing this chapter. I spent all of Saturday writing it on paper as well as couple other chapters after this, and spent all of Sunday night typing up half of it and planned to get it up here by Monday night, but we all know how Monday went...

Actually, In the words of David Bowie, from the song "Girl Loves Me" on his new album:

- Where the fuck did Monday go? -

How fitting is that? You never cease to amaze me, David Bowie. I don't think you ever will.

My sincerest apologies in regards to taking so long to update. I lost my grandfather and my aunt in the course of 6 weeks back in September and another death scare a month after that... Death just took an extremely heavy toll on my family. And then the holidays came around and we all know that the end of the year is full of insanity. - and now with David Bowie's passing and Alan Rickman- what the fuck is going on?! I have had enough death, thank you.

I'm sure we were all hit pretty hard with such sad news this week. I know it hit me hard. Never in my life had I reacted to a celebrity's death like I did to David Bowie's. I am still crying, and I will for a while. He was different, you know? He made a different impact on us, than any other person did. He did things... he created so much... He understood better than anyone in this world how to speak to misfits like us, I really just pray that his family will be okay, and I hope that there are others out there who will keep The Goblin King alive like me. The Goblin King didn't die. All of the characters that he made from Ziggy Stardust, Aladdin Sane, The Thin White Duke- even the persona of "David Bowie" himself can never die. He will continue to impact the world for an eternity. - I am so heartfelt by all of the wonderful things that the world is saying about him. It gives me strength to be more like him and leap high into space and the heavens.

Rock on, David Bowie. Hurry up and give Heaven a makeover. Make it look cool when we get up there. Who better for the job?

-Please say hi to my dad for me.

I.L.C