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a/n: ta ha. This is late, sorry. Ha ha no, I don't have an excuse, I'm just a lazy sonovabeyotcha-chan. Sorry sorry!

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Chapter 10: Hair fit for a throne

Sarah woke up in a jolt.

Sort of like a robot. Her body was off and then it was on.

Weird.

She felt the cushiony bed beneath her, It was extremely comfortable- some part of her mind registered that it might be made of down.

It was odd though, she wasn't completely on the bed. In fact her left leg was dangling on the side while she was lying sort of horizontally across it.

Slowly trying make her limbs work Sarah felt her foot brush something warm.

Groggily she sat up and blinked her eyes at her new husband who was still passed out on the floor.

Sonovabitch.

That woke her up. Her leg shot up as if his huddled form had burned her.

Sarah shuffled over the bed and slid off the side when she was far enough away from his royal crumpledness never once taking her eyes off him.

What should she do?

Should she kick him? Climb onto his chest and choke him?

Each sounded kind of good, but something told her that the time when he was asleep like this was precious.

She could use this time to escape.

Now where had the goblins put her things?

When she had settled into her bath the dirty little pile clothes she had made had disappeared as soon as she had turned away from it.

At the time she didn't think much of it, figuring that Jareth had ordered them to be washed or something.

But now she needed them. All she had on was a little white night gown. That was literally all, she was presently going commando.

(It was breeeezy feelin')

Sarah didn't even know where to begin to look. There was a wooden dresser on the other side of the room so she padded quietly over to it.

She supposed she could steal something of his as long as if wasn't covered in sequins or whatever.

After all, she had never seen anything remotely toned down for this man.

The handle made a tiny click and she made a quick glance to the sleeping king. She had to be careful not to make any noise she reminded herself, he might wake up at any given moment.

Which is why she shouldn't have screamed when she opened the cabinet door…

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Her hair was jet-poofed!

She turned from a Cher cut to a Farrah Faucet with static electricity.

There had been a mirror on the dresser's door. When she had opened it she hadn't known she had screamed until after she did it.

Holy moly. Her hair was BIG.

It was not bed head- it was…bedAMAKAZAM head!

Poof.

She was reaching her mental limit… she knew it.

This was just a topping to the 'aw shit' cake she was baking.

Suddenly very determined to leave she quickly shuffled through his drawers and pulled out a blousy white poet's shirt and a pair of black stretchy pants he seemed to have an abundance of.

Tighty whiteys be damned. She was wanted to get out of here NOW. So she pulled them on in record time.

She was glad he was such a skinny little thing, or else she might feel awkward in men's clothing.

Chucking the night gown in a corner next to the dresser Sarah walked over to Jareth almost combatively.

One would assume that he would wake up after she had screamed, but that apparently wasn't the case.

He was still slumped uncomfortably on the side of the bed.

Wait.

Frustration promoting courage, Sarah came up beside and carefully placed his left leg up-close to his head and then his other leg bent underneath itself.

There.

Now he was slumped uncomfortably.

Giving a proud nod to her handiwork and the king's limberness Sarah walked out of the door (which was magically fixed-she noticed) barefoot.

She'd have to deal with the issue of shoes later.

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A lot had happened in the last…well….two days now Sarah supposed and she realized that she had not eaten in either of them.

Before she left she had been preparing eggs to eat, and she never did. Ambrosious ate those, wherever that dog was…

It was odd.

She just was too focus on the task of finding her friends that she didn't really noticed that she was in fact… starving.

She had some apples and granola bars in her bag- wherever that was.

She wasn't sure if she should set out to find it or not. The bigger problem at hand was to find an exit for her and her friends. Oh, and to re-find her friends. Jareth hid them again after he brought them back here.

Jareth's castle was big.

The goblins came out and peeked at her as she walked by but disappeared as soon as she looked their way.

They were following her she realized.

She heard muffled giggles and gurgles; obviously her presence was very exciting to them.

Perhaps it was because she was a human and there weren't any around here.

Or it might be her hair. She knew that was exciting.

Whatever, she didn't really care.

"I don't suppose any of you will help me… I've bumped into enough peckers who would do anything to avoid the wrath of your king." Sarah spoke out coldly.

She knew they were listening, but when they didn't say anything Sarah spun aggressively around in sync with cabinets closing, pots being covered, curtains being pulled and wherever else the little critters managed to store themselves suddenly being closed.

"No need to hide. There's no point when I can hear you laughing. I'm not going to hurt you. I just…I just… ugh… I just need to get out of here."

Silence.

Well, she wouldn't be brought to tears next time she saw Jareth kicking one of them.

"A teensy bit of aid is highly welcome."

"Is that a wish?" One of them whispered to another. "Aie don't know, it didnit even start with 'I wish'." Another answered back. "She needs to say the wooords…" One called out above her.

She looked up any saw a hundred little holes in the wall above. She wondered how many of them were occupied by a little goblin.

"Does that mean you guys will help me?"

They didn't answer, but a new hope rose in her. And he had given her certain powers… she remembered.

The goblins might do as she says!

This was wonderful! For the first time ever she felt thankful to Jareth.

"In the form of a wish, eh? Well I wish tha-"

"I wish that you would stop talking so loudly for I have a spitting headache and for some reason my entire body aches."

Jareth was awake. His presence caused a dreadful stir amongst all the goblins, and for once Sarah began to understand why.

"You! Goblins! Prepare breakfast, a change of clothes for your queen and a bath for me. And hell… find a little bell for this one, I want to know where she is next time she tries to run away from me."

Jareth grabbed her arm and tugged at her as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Move it!" He yelled, snapping his fingers and an immediate scrabble proceeded.

His hand returned to rubbing his neck and he looked at her.

"I was kidding about one of them, can you guess which one?" He asked her pleasantly.

"Err… the bell?"

"You wish."

Well at least he was smiling. That was a good thing right?

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A/n: I love you people! I'm so sorry if I don't get back to your comments, I'm not trying to be rude. I just sometimes forget who've I've already thanked X disgruntled face

Anyway thank you!!! I send you my mucho mucho love! You guys are awesome

Chapter 11: No harmony without harm