Authors Note: Wow, umm chapter four, didn't think this chapter would ever come into fruition, I was stuck on a moot point with it unsure of where to go, but thanks to you reviewers I knew you wanted more so Here it is, Sarah's dream, or is it Jareth's? I'm not all that sure anymore although if it was Jareth's trust me I don't think they'd be just talking

Anyway chapter four is finally here so enjoy and once again thank you all soo much for your reviews!!

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She stood frozen at between the foyer and the room that He currently resided in, His smirk was predatory and altogether unsafe and she wondered if she could run away.

"My dear girl won't you sit down and take some tea"

"Have you drugged it?"

"Why would I need to drug it? After all this is your dream"

"Is it?"

"You doubt me?"

"Always"

"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah…. I thought better of you, you who bested my Labyrinth; look at you now, cowering over a cup of tea… tsk tsk"

"I do not cower, certainly not over a beverage"

"One lump or two then Sarah dear?"

"I don't drink tea"

"You must do it happens to be being offered in your dream"

"Only because I consciously knew that I would think twice about taking anything from you that involved its consumption."

Jareth sighed and shifted in his seat so that he was facing the fireplace

"You could always come in and we can talk about this like adults"

"Oh what's the point? After all you'll only contradict me"

Jareth had the sense to stay silent.

"And why in gods name have I got a husband?"

"It's your dream Sarah, do come and sit down."

Sighing she acquiesced and chose the sofa opposite him

"So what's this all about goblin king, did you get bored of chatting to goblins and think 'Ohh I know I'll just invade Sarah's dreams' or was it more 'If I don't have something to do I'll die of boredom' which one?"

He didn't answer her; instead he took a cup and saucer and regarded them before saying

"Honestly if you are the owner of this house surely you could have afforded something better than this"

"You made me dream this, after all it was you who put in all the maids and a Husband, a Husband for Christ sake, why do I need one of them? I'm happy as I am!"

"Are you?'

"No, you are not getting all Freudian on me Goblin king, I am very happy thank you I only hope you can't say the same"

"Such cruelty Sarah, it doesn't become you"

"I don't care weather it becomes me or not, this is just another dream, it's not real!"

"Of course not" said Jareth with another smirk. "But…" He left the sentence hanging in the charged air; he could almost hear Sarah's mind working trying to decipher what he hadn't said.

"But what?"

He smiled, and it was an uneasy thing to witness for Sarah, she had never seen him smile, but this smile was like his smirks, dark, predatory and dangerous. Sarah immediately wished she hadn't gotten so comfy on the sofa.

He waved the hand that didn't contain a teacup and said "Nothing for you to worry about"

Sarah rolled her eyes and wondered if He was auditioning for the part of a riddler somewhere.

"You will wake up soon, are you sure you won't take a cup of tea?"

Sarah thought about this logically, and it was like being a fifteen year old again knowing that there were two answers and one was defiantly the wrong one and would land her in utter despair and the other would land her closer to winning Toby back; but Toby wasn't at stake.

"You put that peach in my bag, and did that trick with my water didn't you?"

He shrugged elegantly

"HOW DARE YOU!"

"I said neither yes nor no and yet you still suspect I am the culprit. You need to be more trusting Sarah."

She got up from the sofa and came to stand in front of him
"I am trusting of other people Goblin King, Just not of you, after all you drugged a peach and then threatened Hoggle till he gave it to me… and You… You danced with me!" she said pointing a shaking finger at him.

There was something in his eyes that could have been shock before they clouded over, Standing, the imposing king encroached on Sarah's personal space

"And that Dance is something I have regretted ever since" He spat.

"No thank you by the way; I think I should still decline the offer of tea, maybe another time"

"As you wish" he said icily sitting back in the winged armchair and regarding the fire again.

It happened slowly at first, things began to blur, colors and shapes until they were distorted but as the distortion progressed it began to speed up, causing Sarah's eyes to smart

"What's happening?"

"You're waking up Sarah, and yes it will hurt. So let me say my farewell now."

"What?" she asked, He was beginning to blur as well, all the dark colors hurting her eyes as they saw the contrast between his silver spun hair and the dark of his clothes.

A blurry appendage that Sarah decided had to be a hand reached for her own perfectly un-blurred one. She felt warm breath on the palm of her hand before the King put a feather soft kiss right slap bang in the center of her palm.

"Oh and Sarah" He began his voice becoming distant "How can you be sure?"

"Sure of what?" she asked, everything was becoming hazy and she could hear the swing in her back garden

"That this is your dream?"

"I… Uh… What?"

He chuckled.

She awoke to a wide open window the early morning breeze flowing into her room, and surprisingly enough her hand smelt like tea.

Smiling to herself, although she didn't know why, she went to make herself breakfast, and a nice mug of tea.

Ok I'm really sorry about this, too much dialogue, I didn't enjoy writing this at all, but it did need to be written, and I can tell you that this will not be the last we hear of Mr. Devlin or indeed Sarah's dreams, honestly do you think that Jareth would give up this quick?!

Anyway I know it's a rubbish chapter so if you don't wanna review you don't have to I wouldn't review for this chapter if I was a reviewer. Just... Oh take pity on a poor author who is beginning to hat her story.

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