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Solea - i am grievously in error, i know - but if you only how many times i wanted to put "loose" and didn't, you'd give me some credit! LOL. No, i shall proofread more closely!

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LadyTari

12

Jareth listened with grave face and concealed amusement as Jake recounted all of his feelings and ideas concerning Sarah.

It pleased him to hear this mortal praise her like the Queen she was… beautiful, otherworldly, magical, beautiful, royal, beautiful, Fae, beautiful…oh, and he'd mentioned she was beautiful a couple of times, too.

The boy was quite taken with her, then. Who could blame him. If he would be cooperative, Jareth might even let him catch a glimpse of the Underground.

Maybe.

"It sounds like her." He replied to all of Jake's enthusiastic descriptions. "Does she seem to remember anything…Fae?"

"I've only danced with her once…" Jake sighed, remembering it. "And it felt like I was dancing with a moonbeam. She wasn't…there. She was elsewhere. I didn't dare talk to her. "

"What did you dance?"

Jareth knew very well that it had been the waltz, and he had watched Sarah get carried away in the music, in the sad melody. She had been taken in completely… and it was indeed beautiful to see.

"The waltz."

"I see..."

"So, what are we… I mean you, going to do?"

"I'm going to need to see her dance the waltz. If this girl is indeed the one I'm looking for, then getting carried away completely will allow her true, Fae, nature to break through her human visage. Then I will know."

"And then?"

The boy was getting to nosy.

"Then, I will know what needs to be done and will do it." Jareth stated in a much colder, clearly you-are-not-welcome-to-question-my-actions sort of voice.

Jake shut up.

Inexperienced as he was with Fae royalty, he knew enough about royal tempers to stop making any sort of sound whatsoever.

"When do you dance?"

"Mondays and Wednesdays in class, Saturday evenings in the studio." Jake was keeping it short and sweet now.

"Then this Saturday night, I want you to dance the waltz with her."

"You want me to buy you a ticket? They're 10 bucks, but I can get a discount on 'em! Oh, and there's a dumb dress code that won't let you dance in jeans…"

Jake's enthusiastic tirade died off under the Goblin King's wrathful gaze.

True, he did not look like the type to dance in jeans, Jake noted, a little late.

Rising from the stool which had served as a makeshift throne, he flung his cloak back, straightening it.

Jake caught sight of a crystal in elegant gloved hands.

Looking at him sharply, Jareth repeated, enunciating every syllable:

"Saturday night."

And with that he turned on his heels and stalked out, not bothering to open the door, everything about him from cloak to billowing shirt to hair – one continuous fluid motion, unstoppable and fey… wild as the wind…