Totally Obsessed… Jareth had been called that more than once. Several times regarding the very girl who was dismissing him at this exact moment. She may have no faith in his affection, but there were rasons for her thoughts. Denial, he believed, mostly. And, sheer innocence.

He had warned her. The day after her adventure in his labyrinth. When she had called up her friends to visit, he had given her fair warning. She had been fairly surprised when he had shown up, holding Hoggle by the back of the neck. Actually, she'd been downright livid. She called him a few things that he hadn't been called by a human of her age in centuries. Or, ever, actually.

That was when his temper had flared, but not visibly. Of course, he hadn't expected to be welcomed into her home, even through a mirror, but he…well, he hadn't expected that. That was when he decided that he wouldn't give up on little Sarah Williams. No, he would temporarily concede, and then strike back with a full vengeance. Yet, all he told her was that he would strike when she least expected it, in the way she wouldn't predict, and so quickly, she wouldn't know what hit her. She would return to his labyrinth, he told her. And, if she wanted to survive this time, she'd better make good use of his name. Frequently, and honestly, or she would perish to one of the many dangers.

Of course, it wasn't until 3 years later that he actually had his revenge plotted out. He had gotten a bit ahead of himself there. It had taken him that long to put every piece of the plan in place, iron out every detail. Goblins were known for their craftiness when they had to be such. Though Jareth was no goblin, one had to be at least as clever as ones subjects.

It all started with his slipping of her little narrative memoir, complete with its changes that she had made, to a publishing company. Goblins were rather good at stealing little things like that, almost as good as they are at stealing young children.

He was a little disappointed at how much she downplayed him, exaggerating his cruelty and definitely focusing on the wrong aspects. People would hate him. And, Gerrod? Jareth was almost insulted. It didn't even sound proper for him. He left it unchanged, because she'd know it was his doing if he changed anything.

He had watched all last year, as she waited for something to happen, for him to strike. Now, since the tenth year had passed, she was expecting him to strike on the thirteenth. While he had toyed with that particular span, it seemed too obvious. No, it was clear he had to strike in the relaxed area either after the tenth or the thirteenth year. Though immortal, Jareth was not a patient man. He couldn't bear to wait 14 years to take his next shot at Sarah.

These eleven had been enough. His regal smirk spread slowly across his features. Indeed. The time for waiting had passed. It was now time, for sure, to make his rebuttal to her six word statement as fast, as powerful, and as shocking as he could make it. Jareth, the Goblin King, never lost forever. And Jareth, also always got what he wanted. She had turned him down, and then spit every vile word she could think of at him. All because of his generosity. Women were such fickle creatures. But, Sarah had been young. Perhaps she'd matured now.

He would find out. But, he would have plenty of help, wouldn't he. The image of his crystal shifted to encompass 4 people. Three old, and one new. Yes…he would have his help. Whether they knew it or not.

Yes, Jareth was totally obsessed, and shortly everyone involved would be aware of exactly how far Jareth went for that which he wanted. Not just wanted, desired, and, in this case…loved. A man of his strength wouldn't be turned away for eternity. No, he gave her plenty of time to grow up, and perhaps, realize the full meaning of his offers. Such naivety. He had thought she'd been ready at the tender age of 15. Ready to understand.

Time. He had plenty of it. He had restrained himself this long, and now, the dam was ready to break.

Jareth luffle, folks. It's goign to be lovely his little plot, it shall. In the meant time..Next chapter will actually be Sarah's doing. Also, if ya'll loves Phantom of the Opera, I think you're gonna like this fic. There isn't enough to consider this a corssover, but there will be some tie ins.. Next chapter is almost done. But I'm sorta grounded...