Finally, the weekend. It could not have come sooner as far as Sarah was concerned. She loved her job, but everyone needs a break, even though, as she looked guiltily towards her desk in her and Amy's shared home office, she had brought a few stories home so she could leave early that Friday. Still, it counted as a break.

"Sarah? Margarita?" Amy yelled from the kitchen.

"Good God, you had to ask?" Was the reply she received, laughter closely following.

Sarah went back to getting dressed for the night ahead. Dancing with the girls. No thoughts of a certain figure who shall remain nameless to spoil her night out. She applied her dark eye shadow with a heavy hand, and laughed at the image she presented in her mirror.

Ever since those… thirteen hours, it had seemed that she didn't quite look her age anymore. She always looked younger than her peers, and she did a lot to disguise that now that she was in a professional world, in her twenties. Tonight, however, at the club, anything went. She laughed some more as she twirled fully in front of the mirror to take in just how little clothing she wore, that clung to her slender frame, and the wildness of her hair curled out, and sparkled.

"Like I don't care…" Sarah mumbled to herself, and she was happy with the result. Exactly what she had been going for. She chuckled at the fact that she was now talking to herself, and went to gulp down some of the sweet ambrosia that Amy had blended.

"Margarita… need alcohol…" Sarah closed her eyes and walked toward the kitchen with her arms outstretched, not stopping until she hit the breakfast bar. With a solid wack. "Ouch!"

"Serves you right, ya lush." Amy laughed as she poured the frothing pink drinks into glasses. "Where are the others? I thought Jamie was coming… and uhm, Clare, Grace, and Izzy?"

"Yep, around 9. No worries, they're not too late yet, just fashionably." Sarah took a large sip, "Almost better than coffee."

Amy smiled and started putting ice back in the freezer. "You know you have issues, right?"

"Don't I know it."

Sarah twirled with her hands in the air, "I LOVE to dance!" Amy laughed and threw her arms around her friend as they danced wildly to the pulsating beat.

"Drink?" Jamie leaned over to Amy and pantomimed a drinking movement to be understood over the music. She nodded enthusiastically to the question and gave Jamie a kiss on the cheek.

A new song came on, one of Sarah's favorites, and she threw herself into it with abandon, Izzy and Amy right behind her. Suddenly, a pair of hands found their way onto Sarah's hips and she stilled for a moment, before mentally shrugging and daring the stranger behind her to keep up.

She ran her hands through her hair and ground her hips back against him for a moment before dancing out of his grasp. Izzy laughed as she saw Sarah's game, and they started dancing together with wicked smiles as their closeness incited a few male admirers.

The hands found her hips again, and this time, Sarah allowed herself to be pulled back into a very male body. She smiled, and turned to see who was so persistent. He smiled at her wickedly, and tossed his wild black hair out of his eyes where it had settled, and spun her. Sarah laughed out loud and her hands found his shoulders when he pulled her back in tightly once more and ground his hard pelvis against her.

She danced away from him slightly, a finger wagging to tell him off, completely at odds with her smiling face. He followed her with an answering smile. Suddenly, Sarah gasped as something cold was held against her bare back.

"Your drink." Jamie leaned in close to shout in her ear with a wide grin.

Sarah moved away from her admirer to grab it, and take a large gulp of the beer. "Thank you darlin'! Next one on me, ok?"

"Oh no, not getting away from me that easily." The black-haired man grinned and pulled her back against him, causing her to choke a little on the mouthful of bitter liquid.

She laughed at his boldness.

The Goblin King stepped out of the darkness of his destroyed world to stare at the girl, bathed in light.

"Give me the child." She spoke.

"Sarah, beware," He started moving toward her, "I have been generous up until now, but I can be cruel."

She looked at him in disbelief, "Generous? What have you done that's generous?"

"Everything!" He stated loudly, and then elaborated, "everything that you wanted I have done."

The Goblin King circled her closely, making her turn to face him. "You asked that the child be taken, I took him. You cowered before me, I was frightening. I have re-ordered time, I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you!"

He took a deep breath, "I'm exhausted from living up to your expectations of me. Isn't that generous?"

The girl stared at him.

Sarah woke with a start, and looked around. For once, she had dreamt in a bed that was not her own. Quickly remembering where she was, she coloured slightly thinking about what had already happened in this bed. This was Finn's room. A thoroughly… charming man.

She looked down to see him, sleeping peacefully beside her, sleeping through even her nightmare. His black hair was in slight contrast with his pale skin, and she knew that his eyes shone with brilliant blue light. Sarah snuggled into his warmth for another moment, before sighing and sliding out of bed. Muscles ached that hadn't been used in… well, way too long.

Even though she knew it was wrong of her, she couldn't stay. Something inside of her rebelled at the idea of waking up beside him, when she knew that this was a one-night stand. She hastily scribbled a note of thanks and goodbye, and gathered her clothes to get dressed in his very nice bathroom, before leaving without a word.

Somehow, she was not surprised to see that it was storming outside as she tried to flag down a cab. It was the worst weather she had seen in a long time, and she shivered in Finn's borrowed t-shirt, which she had promised to return in her note.

She was so busy looking for an elusive yellow car, that she failed to take note of the snowy eagle who looked completely out of place sitting on a streetlight a few feet over her head. The rain seemed to be skimming off of this particular owl, and it stared unblinking at the top of Sarah's head. She didn't look up.

A taxi finally stopped in front of her with a squeal of outrage from it's brakes.

"Oh, it's you." The driver didn't turn to look at her even when she told him where she lived.

"Excuse me?" Sarah started, her eyes widening at the familiar voice.

"Sorry, ma'am, but I didn't say anything." He turned to her with a slight Russian accent in his concerned voice.

"Oh, sorry." She mumbled, and stared out the window at the streets speeding by.

Sarah sighed as she pulled off the pieces of fabric that was her clubbing clothes, and laughed as she realized just how small they were. She folded Finn's t-shirt, and put it on her dresser to wash before she sent it back to him. Pulling on her comfortable bathrobe, she wandered into her bathroom to wash her face of the night's excess. In more ways than one, she thought.

Taking a note of her swollen lips, she pulled a brush through her hair to restore it to some semblance of normalcy. Her hair was incredibly long, and as usual, she contemplated cutting it all off. It would be so much easier, and it would definitely go a long way to making her look her age. She shook her head, something always held her back. Instead, she put it into a loose French braid, and slowly moisturized her face, her nighttime regime.

Why do I feel like I got left behind? Sarah wondered as she reclined on her large pale gold chair, a good book clasped in her hand, sleep was going to take awhile. She could say honestly that she was happy, but there was always something slightly… off. Something that was not quite right.

She thought back on the events of earlier in the evening. Kissing Finn in the club… leaving with him, and pulling clothes off before even hitting his bedroom. Sarah smiled a secret little smile remembering the closeness of bare skin, and the pleasure. Sex was incredibly enjoyable to her, but she had never mistaken it for love.

Love… not a concept that she fully believed in. There was so much else to consider other than the feeling that had been espoused by poets for centuries. Love was not just a look, it was a mutual respect, trust, admiration, and lust. It was everything, but she barely dreamed of it, as in some part of Sarah's mind, she didn't fully think that she was capable of it.

Men had flitted in and out of her life for years. After those thirteen hours, she had found a new confidence in herself, and had used this to her advantage when it came to the opposite sex. Losing her virginity at eighteen to a man that had lasted slightly longer than the others had been a good decision, the right decision, but shortly after, she had lost interest in him. It would be the same with each that followed.

Finn had been fun… But that's all. Sarah smiled again thinking about how silky his black hair had felt between her fingers, how his muscular body had strained under her fingers… and where his tongue knew exactly where it was needed. She shivered, and shook her head.

Tucking her feet up under herself, she focused on the book in her hand, and would soon drift away as she read.

"Sarah… be mine. Don't be cruel." Jareth looked at her beseechingly as she turned from him.

She sighed, and looked at her feet. "There is nothing left. There is nothing more to say. What's said is said. Don't make this more difficult than it already is."

Sarah grasped her long heavy skirts in one hand, and walked out the ornate door. She could hear Jareth throw a crystal at the wall, and as it shattered into small pieces on the floor, she walked away.

"What the hell!" Sarah shot straight up in bed. It was one thing for her dreams to become more frequent in the last few months, but this was not what happened… It had felt so real though. She put a hand on her forehead, and lay back down.

"He had looked so sad…" She murmured. As Sarah reached for her glass of water, she did not notice the bubble pop over her bed. She looked back as she heard it though, and sighed when she saw nothing there. "I am going crazy."

Sunlight filtered through the open blinds to her bedroom, and she got up, slightly unsteady through the sheer amount of alcohol that had been consumed the night before, and made to get aspirin. She would wonder about this latest dream later… Her head was the most pressing matter now.