AN: Thank you. I'm so glad to know people want me to continue. Thanks especially to MusicOverMatter for your review, it was exactly what I promised, here's the next chapter! I know, the majority of this was only mentioned briefly in one of the previous chapters (chapter 11), but I've been planning on putting it in and it doesn't fit anywhere else.

Jareth's eyes snapped quickly over me, taking in my state and the peach in my hand. Quickly, he swept me up into his arms and carried me to the couch, settling me in his lap with my legs off to one side and my torso nearly touching his. I wanted to push him away, but my hand tangled in his shirt instead, the other slung limply across my lap, still holding the peach.

"You weren't supposed to remember like this," he said, sounding frustrated, "I was supposed to be here when you remembered… so that this didn't happen!" he sounded as though he was talking mostly to himself.

"Jareth?" I murmured.

"Yes, pet?"He replied.

"Answer my question," I commanded, even as I curled closer for the comfort he'd so readily supplied these last few weeks.

He sighed, "Yes. I am the Goblin King."

"Damn," I whispered.

He almost chuckled, I could feel it in his chest, but he stayed tense, "What?"

I got up and began pacing. "Why does my life have to be so screwed up? To begin with, my basis for comparison is imaginary. Secondly, the person that I find myself in-love with," I heard him suck in a sharp breath at that, but didn't pause to analyze what I was saying, "happens to be the aforementioned imaginary basis for comparison. Thirdly, I find out that, in addition to one and two, not only is the imaginary basis for comparison real, he is the person that has been helping me regain my memories of him. Finally, I figure out all of this and not only does it not bother me very much, but also I find myself actually enjoying the fact that it's all real! What am I supposed to do?" after a long pause, I spoke again, voice almost a growl, "that wasn't a rhetorical question…"

He stood, pulled me against him, and murmured in my ear, "A few things. One, relax. I won't hurt you," I took a deep breath and tried to do as he said. "Two, have a bite of peach. It'll help the shock," he picked up my hand with the peach still in it and held it to my mouth until I took a bite before continuing, "Three, dance. Like we did that first time," he cradled me and began to move gently, "Four," he breathed into my ear, accent heavy, "Remember. I'm in-love with you, too."

I smiled softly, realization cascading over me as I said the words a second time, this time in wonder, my fingertips on his shoulder coming to rest against his cheek, "I love you."

With that, he crushed me to him and kissed me heatedly, one hand holding my waist and the other cupping my chin. I felt the peach fall from my fingers as they came up to curl around his neck and tangle in his hair. I felt my body automatically press further toward him. After a mere moment, I felt his tongue teasing my lips into parting. His hand moved to the back of my neck and tangled in my hair as he coaxed my tongue into dancing sensually. I moaned and followed his lead, delighted by the emotions he was pouring into me. I whimpered and felt him smirk against my mouth. Once satisfied, he pulled away and let me breathe for a moment, face buried in my throat, inhaling my scent, pieces of me falling and clicking into place as new memories connected with old.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that with you knowing who I am…" he murmured into my ear, causing a delicious shiver to go up my spine. He felt it and smiled, slowly running his hands up and down my back.

"Since the first time we kissed?"

"No, try again," he replied, beginning to dance once more, easily moving me around the small room.

"Since the moment you walked into the classroom?"

"No, further back."

I thought back, "I don't know."

"Time passes differently in the Underground; years go by while only a few days do here. When we first met, I was young by fae standards, no older than the equivalent of seventeen or eighteen, though I glamoured myself to seem older, and I've wanted to kiss you from the moment you wished Toby away."

I stared at him for a moment, then couldn't help but begin to laugh, remembering Leslie's theory about why my memories were linked to him. I felt him begin to pull away and forced myself to stop for a moment to explain, "I'm not laughing at you! I'm laughing at something else, I promise. Just wait until Leslie gets home! She'll freak!" I began laughing again about halfway through my speech.

"I am not sure you should tell her who I actually am…" he said with a frown.

I sobered, "why not?"

"Because she may not keep it quiet…"

I snorted. "Jareth, Leslie will keep quiet about it. She's been my friend since preschool and my best friend since first grade. She knows all my secrets.

"If you insist, I will trust your judgment and not prevent you from telling her."

I tightened my arms around him and kissed him, "Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me."

He smirked mischievously, "enough for another kiss?"

I laughed and pulled him in again for a slightly longer kiss. When I pulled away again, I happened to glance at the clock.

"Oh, no…" I moaned.

"What? What is the matter, Sarah?" Jareth immediately asked.

"I'm supposed to model Leslie's dress off in twenty minutes! She'll be sooo pissed!" I panicked.

"Precious, relax."

"How? We'll never get there in time!"

"Take a deep breath and close your eyes." I tried that… it didn't work. "Another one. Synchronize your breathing to mine."

I tried that… and then I got really dizzy for a moment and fell against him, opening my eyes. We were standing outside of the place where Leslie's competition was, halfway across town.

I looked up at him… "You poofed us here!" I accused.

He chuckled, "Yes, I 'poofed' us here. We wouldn't have made it in time otherwise."

I smiled, "well, thanks. I'll see you in a few, I gotta go get ready. Bye." I kissed him quickly and ran inside to find Leslie. She was nearly panicking, but threw the dress at me before turning back to the make-up and hair styling stuff she was rearranging. The green dress was the same on I'd modeled for her that night I'd kissed Jareth for a crystal. I slipped it on over my clothes and took them off under it, having very little trouble. I sat down without saying a word and kept my mouth shut until she asked me a question, which she didn't.

Almost exactly twenty minutes later, she stood back to admire her handiwork. I glanced at the mirror and gasped a little, "Wow, Leslie, you've really outdone yourself this time…" I said.

I looked closer into the mirror and saw a woman looking back. Her hair was pulled up, making her neck look longer and calling attention to the only piece of jewelry she was wearing, a silver necklace that had an emerald woven into its center. The up-do Leslie had chosen was very simple, yet surprisingly elegant; it was pulled up into a spiral on the back of the woman's head and secured in place with a little comb. Wisps framed her face, softening it and coupling with the make-up to make her look slightly ethereal. The main thing that popped out was the eyes. They seemed to be two completely different shades of green instead of only slightly different. The green dress was the same on I'd modeled for her that night I'd kissed Jareth for a girl in the mirror smiled and that completed the effect. I was amazed.

As I leaned back and started to stand, I saw Hoggle standing in the mirror and smiling with his hands in his pockets. I smiled back and he gave me a thumbs up. I spun around and asked Leslie for some shoes.

"Here, Sarah, put these on. Also, there is a guy out there tonight who is looking for someone to style the next big thing. That's why I'm so nervous. I really want to impress him tonight…"

"Don't worry, Les. I'll make it work," I winked.

She laughed a little. I smiled and started to go out. "Hey, Sar?"

"Yea, Les?"

"You will tell me why you looked thoroughly kissed when you got here."

I smiled, "I was actually planning on it this time."

Her eyes bugged out and she squealed.

I laughed and walked out to the line of girls modeling the dresses. I was coming out last, because I was last in the alphabet. I looked at the girls ahead of me and categorized them as though I was a judge. I'd spent enough time around Leslie to know the fashion dos and don'ts, even if I hardly ever followed them. Only one girl really stood out in my mind, but that was because she was wearing a baby pink top with a shiny orange skirt and a wide, yellow belt that looked like it was made of crocodile skin around her waist. It looked awful as a combination.

I smiled and watched as each girl went out and came back in, wondering if Jareth was out there watching also. As I thought that, I saw a crystal roll into the room and make its way toward me. I picked it up and cupped it in my hands very quickly, just in case he could see through it. I didn't want him to see the outfit yet. I held it up to my ear and it produced a voice, very quiet, so I knew he must be hiding our conversation from Leslie, "Sarah, why is it black around the crystal?"

I stifled a giggle and replied, "Because I don't want you seeing the outfit yet…"

"I see… very well then, I shall turn the observation part of the crystal off."

"Promise? I really want to wait until you can get the full effect of seeing it on stage…"

"Yes," he sounded slightly exasperated, "I promise. There, it's off."

I smiled and held it up to my ear like a phone, earning weird looks from the girls around me.

"How long before you come out? I am sitting with Leslie and she hasn't stopped critiquing the dresses yet."

"Welcome to my world," I muttered, "I should be out in a few minutes. I have two or three more girls ahead of me. Be prepared for a major freak out from Les when this next one comes out…" I grimaced as the girl with the crocodile-skin belt went out.

"Thanks for the warning," he commented dryly as I heard a small shriek in the background.

I laughed almost silently. "I've gotta go, Jareth, I am up in a moment."

"Very well," he sighed, "Leave me alone to be tortured by your roommate… I suppose I'll survive."

"Jareth," I said, sounding serious, "You survived for god only knows how long as king of the Goblins. I'm sure you can survive my pesky and lovable roommate for a few minutes. Besides," I grinned, "you were the one who poofed us here in the first place. Good luck."

He laughed, "and to you, luv."

I smiled and pulled the crystal away from my ear, tucking it into my palm as I stood and brushed the wrinkles out of my skirt. A moment later, my name was called, followed by the name of the person that designed my dress, Leslie. I walked out from behind the curtain and knew instinctively that there was a fae here other than Jareth.

Nonetheless, I found my eyes immediately drawn to Jareth. I felt my body move slightly differently; almost seductively, as I caught the look he gave me. He loved the dress. I walked to the end of the stage, and on an impulse to show whom I 'belonged' to, brought my hand with the crystal up, smiling at him. He smiled back and I tossed the crystal out over the audience, knowing whom it would go to. The moment that his hand touched it, I turned slowly around and walked back down the stage, automatically finding the Fae and locking eyes with him. He was a judge, must be the guy looking for a new fashion, because I knew all the other judges. A moment later, an odd chill went up my spine as he deliberately stared back and inclined his head to me, almost submissively before breaking eye contact and looking over the style again. When I made it back behind the curtain, I quickly changed into regular clothes and walked around to sit with Jareth and Leslie. They were sitting with a seat in between them, presumably for me. I slid into it and my hand found Jareth's.

He smirked at me and leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Trying to make the judges jealous?"

I smiled and leaned back to whisper in his, "Trying to make the other fae jealous."

I nearly laughed at the look on his face when I admitted I knew there was another fae in the room.

"We need to talk about this soon; a human shouldn't be able to pick us out of the crowd so easily. That doesn't mean I'm not proud of you, though. Excellent job with the modeling and that was a very diplomatic way of saying, 'I'm taken by the Goblin King, so piss off,'" His silent laughter landed against my ear, "He was looking at you as a potential toy," the laughter abruptly disappeared and he growled a little.

"Down, boy. They're announcing the winner," I giggled.

"—and the winner of this semester's competition is… Leslie Brook!"

She squealed for the second time that night and went up to accept the prize money.

"Also," the announcer went on, "I am happy to inform you, Miss Brook, that you have been asked to be a stylist for Mr. Hadsen's clothing chain!"

Leslie's grin got wider, if that was even possible. "Thank you! I would just like to say that I never would have pulled it off if it weren't for my roommate, best friend, and model. Thanks, Sarah!"

I laughed and gave her a thumbs up.

She dragged Jareth and me out to a bar after that and I was sure I'd had a little too much to drink, judging by the way I was giggling and stumbling. I was asleep before we made it home, curled happily against Jareth's side in the back of the cab.

AN: Thanks for reading, guys! The next chapter SHOULD be up soon, but I still have to edit it a lot. I had two ways the story could go and changed my mind halfway through writing, so, go figure... XD I'll try to hurry though. Review, please! They keep me going!