A.N.- So this story has taken me some time to update, and I do apologize for that. Lately, reading other stories got me thinking that I needed to at least get a chapter up, and here it is. I do hope it meets expectations and will work on the next one soon, with any luck.

Revealed!

Sarah Williams took a deep breath before the giant doorway leading into the Goblin Castle. She was both nervous and excited, and despite the temptation to give into her nerves, she knew she would have to see Jareth. She went over what Nilrem had discussed with her. She would have to be careful, though, for as much as she regretted what had happened in the past, the Goblin King might not be so forgiving right away. It was important to let him know that she was human, that there were other humans in Ravena's service, but not who exactly she was. With her resolve steeled, Sarah knocked. The doors opened swiftly, revealing Hoggle again.

"Ah, good, you've arrived. Follow me please, let's not keep His Majesty waiting."

The castle was not as Sarah remembered it. Of course, she hadn't seen very much of it the last time, but still, it felt brighter and seemed to have more decor. Hoggle led her in front of two ornate mahogany doors, carved into designs which resembled ones Sarah had seen in her Irish and Celtic mythology books. The dwarf knocked and the doors opened, but this time there was no one immediately on the other side. The room itself was circular and the layout of the furniture, rugs, and wall decor all led the eye towards the far wall, where the main attraction lounged waiting patiently. Sarah gasped. He was as she remembered him, with his layered blonde hair that seemed to defy gravity, his angular features made even more prominent by the upswept shadow on his eyelids, and his piercing mismatched eyes. Where before, when she was a mere fifteen, she had been both terrified and allured by him, now she was...practically drooling. She shook her head. It wouldn't do to be openly ogling him. And then he spoke, and she could physically feel her knees go weak. This would be the hardest challenge she had faced yet, she thought with a cringe.

"So, you are the seamstress which has been so highly recommended," Jareth purred.

"I'm flattered that the Fae would say such kind things about me, Your Majesty, and I'm honored that you've asked for my services."

Jareth grinned, and Sarah felt like a deer stuck in headlights. Yes, this would be next to impossible when he could make her yearn for him with a simple smile. "And I am pleased with your respect. Tell me, what is your name?"

"Neala, Your Majesty."

"That's an odd name for a halfling."

Sarah shrugged, saying, "So I've heard, but it was the name given me. So, shall we get started?"

"Indeed. Leave us, Hoggle," Jareth nodded at the dwarf with a look Hoggle easily interpreted. Jareth felt he was onto something. Hoggle sighed, but left the room.

As Jareth strutted to the middle of the room, Sarah asked, "So what type of suit are you wanting for this occasion?"

"Well, the Harvest Feast and Ball is a yearly tradition, one that's typically a formal occasion. Have you never heard of it?"

Sarah brought forth her sewing kit, retrieving her measuring tape from inside. Would he notice that she was doing this without magic, or would his trips to the mortal world have made him used to such things? Distracted by her mission, she answered, "No, I can't say that I have."

"Interesting."

"Do you happen to have a stool?"

"What do you need such a thing for?"

"Well, I have to measure you, don't I?"

"Ah, of course. Here we are." Jareth snapped his fingers and an ornate stool appeared.

"Great, thank you!" Sarah stepped onto the stool and started measuring. She gulped as she stood next to Jareth. His scent was a heady concoction of woods, earth, and something undefinable which made Sarah think of mystical lands she'd never explored.

Jareth chuckled to himself, but was also curious. He had always had an effect on the opposite sex, but it was usually other Fae who fell for his charms. He'd never known a halfling to be so openly interested in one of his kind. This only solidified his hunch that she was either another Fae, or mortal. He suspected it was the latter, as she wasn't using magic, but perhaps Ravena had taken the woman's magic. But there was something bothering Jareth about this woman as well, something he couldn't put his finger on, for she felt-familiar to him for a reason which was alluding him. He caught a whiff of her perfume, a light scent of cherry blossoms and peaches, and though he'd never smelled that combination before, a revelation seemed to be forming in his mind. All thoughts swiftly dispersed, however, when the seamstress shifted her measurements to somewhere more...intimate.

Sarah had fashioned suits on men a thousand times before and had never thought twice about what she did; she was a professional after all. And even the Fae men, who had a penchant for wearing form fitting trousers, had never given her pause when she did her work. Somehow, though, the fact that this was Jareth and that the pants he was currently wearing left VERY little to the imagination had Sarah blushing like a school girl, and she found it hard to concentrate. Good lord, just how big WAS it? This thought made her turn even more red. She'd never been that intimate with a man, not even close, and now she wondered if that wasn't due to the fact that she'd always compared every other man she'd met to the one she was currently in the presence of-and found them lacking.

"Just what, exactly, are you doing?" His voice asked smoothly, and she felt the heat in her cheeks spread.

"Ah...well, I have to measure your inseam," she managed to say out of dry lips.

"Don't you have magic?"

"I'm not allowed."

Her hesitation in saying this gave Jareth all the proof he needed, and he moved so swiftly that Sarah didn't even know what had occurred until he had her against a wall. She remotely found it an amusing scene, as the tall Goblin King had to be on his knees in order to be eye level with her. "Listen well, Neala, if that is in fact your name, for I know you're not who you say you are. Now, tell me what you really are and I can help you, for I'm far more powerful than your mistress."

"I-I wish I could tell you, but it's not just my life at stake. This is something you have to figure out for yourself, if you do truly wish to help."

"I see. Well then, I suppose there is but one recourse, and that is to undo the glamour she has placed on you."

"Oh no, that's not what I meant!" And though Sarah managed to scramble away from him, she wasn't quick enough to get away from his magic.

As the magic lifted, Jareth saw a woman facing away from him, with long, black hair. Another wave of familiarity washed over him as he viewed her pleasing form. Just who was she? Sarah swallowed, knowing that she would have to face him now. She was nervous about his reaction; would he be angry with her? Mentally preparing herself, she turned around with a small smile on her face, hoping that would diffuse any wrath on his part.

"Hello, Jareth. It's been a while, hasn't it?"