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A/N: WOOT! I am on Thanksgiving break. I hope you like this chapter!

Sarah sighed in content as she finally closed the door to her house. She rested against it for a moment or two before going straight to her kitchen. She frowned slightly when she smelled something coming from behind the door. It was good, but she had no idea what it could be. Pushing the swinging door open and entering, she smiled at the sight of Bryan, standing at the stove.

"Hey there, sexy," she said, walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. Bryan smiled and turned around, hugging her back and kissing the top of her head.

"I was wondering when you were going to come home, darling," he said, smiling and pulling back. He turned off the flame on the stove and pulled off the pan, so the food wouldn't burn.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she said. "I was held up at the office. Not to mention, I didn't expect to find you here." She pulled down two plates.

"Well, I thought I might surprise you," replied Bryan. "Only the best for the best." Sarah smiled and, after a rather passionate kiss, proceeded to set the table.

They spent the next few hours eating fish and drinking wine in candlelight. The greater part of the talk consisted of what the wedding would entail and who would be invited.

"So, who are you inviting, aside from your father, Karen, and Toby?" Bryan inquired when they were halfway through their after dinner coffee. "After all, I'm sure you must have numerous friends that you want to be in attendance."

"Well, of coarse there will be Brittany, Rebecca, and Amanda, who will be my bridesmaids. And then, I think that shall be it for my side."

"No one else?" asked Bryan, a sad look on his face. Sarah shook her head.

"No, no one else," she replied. "I've never been sociable, as you well should know. The only reason I only went to that club the night I met you was because Brittany practically forced me to go." She chuckled slightly.

"Well, I sure am glad that she did," smirked Bryan, brushing his lips against hers. Sarah smiled, but she suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Should she tell him about Jareth and the deal they had made? He was, after all, her fiancée now and they should not have any secrets from each other. On the other hand, how can one tell their fiancée about such a heavy topic?

"Oh, speaking of guests," said Bryan. "I met this rather nice chap down at Wellingtons today and he seemed to be interesting. I do hope you don't mind that I invited him to lunch with us tomorrow."

"Oh, no problem," Sarah replied. "I'm up for meeting new people. What's he like?"

"He's a rather odd sort of fellow, actually," replied Bryan, rubbing his head. "He was wearing an interesting costume. When I questioned him about it, he said he was part of the local theater group, doing a play. I couldn't believe he actually wore it out in pubic, but I suppose he was just on a coffee break or something." Bryan chuckled slightly. "Those theater types are all the same. They never change."

"What sort of costume was it?" asked Sarah. She hadn't remembered hearing of a new play going on, especially since her office was just a few blocks away from the local theater. "Matter of fact, what play was the name of the play?"

"He never did mention the name of the play, but his costume was simply outrageous. It was really flashy, possibly for a rock and roll part. I was particularly drawn to the jacket. It was leather and had a very imaginative collar." Sarah frowned. That sounded awfully familiar.

"What was his name?" she asked quickly.

"J-J… Oh, J something, um…" Sarah's eyes shot open. Trying her best to control her breath, she looked at Bryan.

"Was it…. Jareth, by any chance?" she asked, hoping her fear would not be heard.

"Jareth, that's it," said Bryan, snapping his fingers. "I knew it was something strange like that. Well, it's definitely not a common name." Sarah's bottom lip began to quiver. "Is something wrong, Sarah?"

Sarah's first instinct was to tell Bryan absolutely not. She would never let Jareth and Bryan talk and become great friends, making it even harder for her to ignore him. After all, he's just trying to find a way to weasel into her life again. But then, an idea dawned on her. Why should she spend the next month avoiding him like some pathetic dog who is trying to hide from his abusive master? Talking face to face with him would prove once and for all that she could easily forget about him and move on with her life. And if she could certainly do so, then he might get the hint and do the same thing himself. Smiling, she looked at Bryan.

"Of coarse, Bryan," she said. "He seems like a very interesting man. And who knows? Perhaps he'll invite us to see his play." Bryan kissed the top of Sarah's head and hugged her.

"There's my girl," he smiled. "I knew you'd go along with this. After all, you said yourself that you don't know many people. This might open the doors to meeting other people. And pretty soon, you'll be the talk of England."

"Well, maybe not ALL of England," smiled Sarah, kissing his cheek. "Just the important parts." They both laughed and continued to sip their coffee.

"What are you doing, Sarah?" wondered Jareth, gazing into his orb at the scene taking place in Sarah's dining room. "You know its me that talked with Bryan. Why aren't you worrying as much?" Then, it hit him, and he smiled. "You're expecting me to back down. Is that it, Sarah? Well, you'll have to do a lot better than this. I am definitely looking forward to our lunch tomorrow." With a laugh, he threw the orb up into the air, waited for it to disappear, and then sat contentedly back in his throne.

A/N2: This was actually written before Thanksgiving, but I couldn't update. I hope you like it, woot! Always Hopeful