Sarah shook her head. Her world was topsy-turvy, and not in the fun psychedelic sense of the word. She flopped onto her stomache in the middle of her bed and starting checking off each point of craziness on her fingers.

"1 crazy Goblin King, 2 crazy dreams, 3 didn't have enough sugar today, 4 still haven't finished that manuscript even though we all know that it blatantly references the aforementioned crazy Goblin King, 5 we need milk, 6 I'm talking to myself again." Sarah stopped her checklist of crazy, and screamed into her pillow like the angsty teenage girl she felt like right at that moment. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Sarah focused on what she did know. Not much.

Oh, and then there was her attraction to crazy Goblin King. Can't forget about that part. As if things weren't complicated enough. Sarah sat straight up in her mind, mouth open, an epiphany.

"Oh my… has he been watching me?" She thought back furiously to when he had visited her… and the comment that he made about how he thought that he was the only one she called stupid, which she had… a few nights before. How could he know about that?

"Oh, that bugger. How long has he been watching me for? When has he been watching me?" She jumped off her bed and started pacing in front of the door. Sarah looked around her room, haunted, how could he be watching her? And hearing her for that instance.

"Sarah… you look… upset." A smooth drawl brought her attention to her mirror. Sarah squeaked and spun around to face the wickedly smiling Jareth clad only in a pair of very low-slung black leather pants. His pale, smoothly muscled upper-body glistened in the fading light. Without thinking, Sarah licked her dry lips at the sight.

Jareth coughed, "Well, come on, let's have it."

"Have what?" She couldn't quite tear her eyes away from where his pants seemed to be in danger of revealing more than a little trail of bright golden-white hair.

"You seemed to be talking to yourself about me." He stared at her in amusement, one corner of his mouth quirking.

"Oh… Yes! Yes I was." Sarah jerked her head to make eye contact with him, "Do you watch me?"

"Sometimes." He admitted without a hint of guilt.

"Why?" Sarah stared at him.

"You amuse me." Jareth smiled wickedly at the look of outrage on her pale face.

"Do you watch me a lot?"

"Whenever the mood strikes me."

"When does it strike you?" She clenched her fists to her sides, but somehow, she was not surprised. This rather confirmed what she had felt in the years after the Labyrinth… that at times, she was not alone. She had used to hold that feeling in high regard, as it had staved off periods of loneliness, but now she just felt mildly violated.

Sarah shivered, and was so busy concentrating on rubbing her arms, that she didn't hear the answer to her question. "Excuse me?"

Jareth sighed, mildly irritated, "At different times."

"Oh. When was the last time?"

"When you called me stupid, and then you called me stupid again a few nights ago."

"Time before that?"

"Why don't I just show you?" Jareth smiled evilly at her, eyes narrowing as they took in her contemplative look.

"How would you go about doing that?"

"Here," Jareth held out his hand, through the mirror. Sarah stared at him in horror. It was quite one thing to converse with the crazy Goblin King in one's mirror, it was another to see a hand reaching out that you were obviously expected to touch, "No way!"

"Sarah, don't defy me." He stared at her, and held out his leather covered hand once more.

Against her better judgement, Sarah reached out her own slim hand, and touched her fingers gently to his.

Suddenly, visions flashed behind her eyes, and she gasped. They were all of her… walking in the park… eating ice cream… watching movies… eating chocolate… chatting with her friends… sleeping… eating chips… laughing with her head thrown back… Finally, these dizzying images came to just one… And there it lingered.

She immediately recognized her night with Finn… leaving the club together so incredibly intoxicated by lust and alcohol. Falling into a cab, Sarah straddling the larger figure, kissing deeply. His hands were stroking her thighs where the very short skirt had ridden up.

Sarah blushed at these images, but Jareth refused to let her fingers go. Arriving at Finn's apartment, kissing in the elevator to his floor. As he opened the door to the apartment, Sarah found herself watching… herself. She reached up to pull his mouth down to her with one hand, while her other hand found the fastenings of his pants, and quickly disappeared inside.

Finn's head arched backwards as her hands obviously found their goal, and he moaned. She just smiled wickedly up at him, before pulling his hand up her shirt.

Sarah wrenched herself away from the smirking Goblin King quickly. Face burning, she turned away from him… He had seen everything.

"Is there something the matter, Sarah?" She hated how he said her name… Drawing out the syllables as if he possessed them.

"Get out." She turned back to face him, green eyes glowing. "Get out, and never come back."

"Really. Do you even understand what you are saying?" He mocked her, but the words struck a cord. She had heard those words before.

Not giving herself a chance to think of where, she responded, "Get out, and never come back. Do not spy on me, do not think of me, I hate you."

Jareth raised a cruel eyebrow at her, and smirked fully.

"Go! You have no power over me!" His smile vanished, and he stared at her stonily for a moment longer.

"Fine, Sarah. I will not come back." Jareth reclined in his seat, "But the next time you call me, I will not be quite so generous."

Sarah turned her back on him.