"Dont you dare start that pyscho babble with me again. We stopped being patient and therapist years ago." Sarah gripped the receiver angrily though she knew she was being unfair to her friend.

Mary chuckled, "Sarah, I'm not doing any of the sort, but we both know that you called me on your only free period from screaming teenagers because you knew how I would react. You obviously wanted to hear me remind you that dreams are only figments of your subconscious mind and-"

"OR maybe I called my friend because I had a rough night." Sarah was in a sour mood and definitely not in the mood to defend her sanity.

"Sarah come now. You need to calm down. I'm not attacking you. Let's work through this logically. Didn't you start having these dreams at 16?"

"Yes, I was just about to turn 16 when Toby was taken." Sarah responded flatly.

"Ok so I guess we are back to referring to these events as fact." Mary was silent a moment and when it was clear that Sarah was not going to affirm or deny the assertion continued, "Ok well Toby is that same age now, isn't he? So his subconscious is just remembering the timing and-"

"Shit- Mary I didn't even think about how old Tob is now! You're right, Jareth is after Toby, not me! I have to go-"

"Sarah that is not exactly what I meant...Sarah...Sarah?"

Sarah hung up the phone and sank into thought.

She couldn't believe she had been so stupid. She needed to track the timing to get to the bottom of what Jareth was after. She felt around in her desk drawer until she found her journal and her favorite pen. Sarah opened the precious book to a new page and started mapping out the timeline.

As she began, Sarah was scribbling madly and was several pages in before she realized that the start was much sooner.

The beginning of her unique story was with another precious book.

It had been so many years and her favorite story always seemed to have been hers. But how did she get it? Where did she get it and from whom?

Sarah needed to get home to her old school things, but for now she just made a note and put her journal away. "I wish the Goblin King..."

Sarah stopped.

Was she really about to call him? No….. she definitely did not need his help. While she may have certain feelings for Jareth, she was not deluded enough to believe it mutual. Jareth was only after his prize and any promises or offers all those years ago had only been a trick.

Jareth had been in the middle of organizing some of the events for the upcoming gala at the castle with some of his goblin attendants when he heard it.

The Goblin King stopped dead. Several goblins began yapping at him to continue with his instructions before he yelled for everyone to get out of his throne room. The little creatures hurriedly gathered their things as they backed out of Jareth's presence.

'Sarah…was that really you my Queen?' Jareth could not believe his ears but he would know her sweet voice anywhere and she had just called him. After all these years, she finally reached for him. But why had she stopped? What did she need?

He took a crystal out and rotated the smooth power between his fingers as he gazed within. His Sarah was sitting at a desk of some sort in what appeared to be a mortal classroom. The beauty of her youth remained but she was no longer childlike. Those cruel eyes seemed to see beyond her world into his realm right into his soul.

Gods she was beautiful. Jareth marveled at the way her forehead crinkled in thought and how he lips were pressed into a tight line. It seemed Sarah was concerned about something of importance. And with that he stood to make preparations to pay her a visit. After all, she had called him, the details of her wish not a requirement. He smiled to himself with anticipation.

"Hello my dear. It has been far too long."

Sarah could not believe her eyes. She apparently had finally completely lost her mind. She looked up and there he was as if her want and need of the man that had tormented and tortured her soul had materialized him out of thin air.

"Sarah it is rude to stare you know. You called me, did you not?"

"I, um" she responded intelligently. And then she really looked at him. The Goblin King was exactly the way she remembered. His hair the color of pure honey as it fell in waves to his shoulders, as wild and fierce as she knew the man himself could be. Jareth's mismatched unique eyes bore into her own as if he could read her every desire. He wore the same tight clothing and leathers as he wore in the labyrinth with his silk shirt billowing around his firm physique. Sarah blinked and tried to catch the breath that seemed to have caught on its way out of her lungs.

Jareth's mouth turned up at the corners as he gauged her reaction to him. Was he laughing at her? Well that managed enough anger to erupt to clear her head. "I did not intend to call you, but nevertheless you cannot be here. I am a teacher and my next class is starting soon. So, unless you want a room full of mortal teenagers to see the Goblin King of the Underground, you might want to just fly right back out of here."

She smiled at her confidence and strength in tone. That's right, she thought indignantly. I am not that scared little girl anymore. She even lifted her chin to drive home her point.

Jareth was absolutely charmed. Did his little Sarah just dismiss him? She was too much and still such courage. He masked his pleasure and carefully placed a blank expression on his features.

"As you wish" and firmly strode over to where she stood behind the safety of her desk. He watched as she stiffened at his proximity. He reached his gloved hand to her face and with a single finger lifted her chin so that he held her eyes. Those eyes… he could reside forever there.

Perhaps he should demonstrate how much he was fully aware that the girl he formerly knew was no longer with them. Jareth bent his head and felt her swift intake of breath as he captured her lips with his. He felt her surprise, but she softened against him almost immediately.

Sarah was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. His hands came around the base of her jaw and his fingers entwined in her deep brown hair. Her body responded to him as if it had been through a drought and finally found a stream of cool water. She pressed against him and willingly parted her lips for Jareth to dip inside and explore.

He obliged only slightly allowing his tongue to move with hers for only a moment. He withdrew from Sarah as he heard the slightest moan escape her.

Jareth could not help but chuckle to himself as he returned to his throne room. So his Queen shared his affections did she? Well well well that was certainly more like it.

"Ms. Williams….Ms. Williams"

Sarah blinked and realized she was staring at a room full of youth looking at her blankly as if she was in a strange coma. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry class. Yes, please just run through the last act. We'll take it at Scene 3." Sarah was able to keep her composure just long enough to fool her students that she didn't need professional attention and then sunk into her chair.

Lord help her, because she was going to need it.