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A/N: Sorry I have not updated in like, forever. Hope you like this chapter and I know the last one seemed rather rushed, but I had my reasons..... I think!

Sarah turned on Jareth, angry.

"I want my office back," she demanded. "I don't want to be here anymore. I conquered it once before, and I don't look forward to doing it again!"

"Sarah, just listen to me," pleaded Jareth. "All I'm asking for is a month. One month, that is all I ask!" Sarah shifted her weight from her left leg to her right and placed her hands on her hips.

"One month for what?" she hissed. "Why have you brought me back here?"

"All I want is that you give me one month to prove that I'm a changed man," he said. "You can continue to live safe and sound in the comforts of your home in the Aboveground and with that mortal man for the duration of the month, since I can tell that would be the thing you most desire. But all I want is one month to prove that I can be your best friend, if you'll just let me. And perhaps you might even rethink my offer." Sarah turned to her office door and sighed heavily.

"Any why might I do that?" she asked, not wanting to look at him. "Why in the world would I think about giving you a chance?"

"Because I know you, Sarah. You would feel horrible about it and be left with the wondering of 'What if?'. And you wouldn't be able to live with yourself, that question constantly nagging you at the back of your mind." Jareth waited nervously for her reply, wondering if his plea would be answered. Sarah sighed once more, turned, and stared at him.

"Fine," she said. "I shall give you your one month, but no more than that. And after that one month, I will think about forming a friendship with you. But I can't promise you more than that. You understand?" She looked at him, her eyes boring mercilessly at him. Jareth smiled slightly. This was the Sarah that he remembered; the Sarah who did not move for anything.

"Thank you, Sarah," he said. "That is all I wanted." He held out his hand and, reluctantly, Sarah shook it. Before she could say another word, Jareth opened the door and stepped aside, allowing her access into her office once again. Sarah found it quite perturbing that her office had decided to appear once again. This meant that Jareth could show up at his every whim, and she found this to be very disturbing.

"Good bye, Jareth," she said, walking through the door with her head held high.

"'Till next time, Sarah," smiled Jareth. "I look forward to seeing you once again. I do hope you don't have any problem with tomorrow morning." Sarah spun around to spit fire at him, but he quickly closed the door, a gush of wind rustling many of the papers on her desk. Like lightning, Sarah ran to the door and opened it, but found that it was only the front door once again, which led to the patio that led to the streets of London. Sighing and closing it, she turned and faced her desk.

What was she going to do? What if Jareth didn't behave and Bryan found out about him? What would he do? What would he say? What would she say?

So many questions, so little time. All she knew what that she would have to get through this next month as quickly and as painlessly as she possibly could, without getting into any more trouble than she had to.

Then her thoughts turned to his last words. What did he mean when he said that he hoped she wouldn't have any problem with tomorrow morning? She hoped he wasn't going to do anything really stupid. But, then again, this was Jareth, King of the Goblins. There was no telling what he would do. With his power and crazy ideas, he was likely to do anything his black heart desired.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her phone rang. As she answered it, she knew that all thoughts of the evil minded fae out of her mind until she could have time to herself, without interruptions.

"Your highness, you're back," chirped Hoggle as Jareth burst through his throne room. "So, how did it go?"

"Well, I'm not entirely sure," Jareth replied, a confused look on his face. "She promised me the month that I wanted, but I am not entirely sure that this will work. She might not take the bait like we hoped she would." He sighed heavily as he slumped in his throne.

"Well, we'll just have to give her the shadow of a doubt, won't we, sire?" asked Hoggle. Sir Didymus and Ludo now stood by the throne as well, saddened looks on their faces.

"Do not despair, my lord," said Sir Didymus, dismounting his noble steed. "She'll come around in the end, that I am sure of." Ludo nodded his agreement.

"Sarah, smart," he drawled.

"Ludo is right," said Hoggle. "Sarah is a smart woman now. She'll know what is best for her."

"Well, what is best for her might not be the best for us," replied Jareth. "Don't get me wrong, I do love her more than I can express. But I have an obligation to fulfill. Not just for my kingdom, but for the entire existence of the child imagination. If she does not accept me, then...." It was here that he trailed off in his sentence. The thought alone sent shivers up and down his spine.

"Do not despair, Noble Sir," said Sir Didymus. "Everything will turn out alright in the end."

"I hope you are right, Sir Didymus," Jareth sighed. "I do hope you are right..."

A/N2: Here you go. I hope you guys liked that chapter. I will try to work more on this fic, as well as Bring on the Rain and Music of the Night, as soon as possible, but I can't promise too much. The good news, though, is that after Friday the 19th, I will be on Thanksgiving break for a week. So hopefully I shall have much more time to work on my fics. Love you lots. Always Hopeful