Amanda traveled back to her room, after an exhausting two hours of questions. John had really gone on some rant about something called a 'shape shifter' and how cool they were.

Ronon had sat next to her on the other side of the desk, holding her hand tightly. Ronon had continued to ask her if she was okay after the strange encounter. She smiled simply at him, telling him that she was fine.

But she remembered that as she held Ronon's hand, something felt different about it. She remembered how she loved the feel of Ronon's touch. She loved the way he held his face in her hands, the way he would massage her shoulders after a good round of sparring, she loved the way he kissed her….the feel of lips on hers.

But after feeling Jareth's touch…Ronon's felt so different. Not different in a comforting way, but they didn't have the same affect on her as they used to, even though she had only come in contact with Jareth a few hours ago.

Something about Jareth's touch was just so electrifying. Jareth's touch alone had given her shivers. It was almost as if she….enjoyed the feel.

She closed her eyes and shook her head. No.

She was with Ronon, only Ronon's touch should have made her feel the way she was feeling right now.

She nodded a goodnight to a marine that passed by her, before running her hand over the crystals that led to her room.

The doors opened, and she slowly approached her bed. She picked up her brush, and began to gentle run it through her bright red hair. With each stroke, she seemed to get into deeper and deeper thoughts about this Jareth person.

What was it about him that made her so attracted to him? Was it the way that he talked?

His words were so smooth, and so poetic. It almost seemed like a spell.

She set her brush down, before slowly climbing into her bed. She drew the covers up around her, to keep away the cool night breeze. Maybe a good night's sleep would help her clear her head of this Jareth person.

…………………………………..

Jareth stood in the shadows as he watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful. She was even more beautiful than Sarah, the one who caused his heart to break.

This girl was so strong, so proud, so beautiful. He wanted her. But she belonged to another man…or at least it appeared that she did.

He watched her as she stirred in her sleep, before rolling over so her back was to him.

He smirked slightly, before slowly approaching her. He stopped once he was at the edge of the bed, and continued to look down at her.

He watch her breath, slowly and calmly.

It was then that he saw down on the bed, before slowly reaching out to touch her shoulder. His gloved hand gently began to move from her shoulder, down her arm, and back up again.

He smiled down at her, before chuckling slightly.

It was then that he felt her shift slightly, and her eyes flickered open. She turned to face him, before jumping up slightly. She moved backwards, and fell out of the bed.

She looked at him from her spot on the ground, her eyes full of a mix of emotions.

Jareth smiled, before gracefully standing up.

"There is no need to be afraid, my dear…." He said, his voice sooth and calm.

She was shaking slightly, but she still didn't stand up.

He slowly walked around to the other side of the bed, and smirked as the approached her.

"The King Of The Goblins found a new one. A new one that would change his life…"

"Stop!" Amanda spoke up, holding up her hand.

Jareth paused, and tilted his head slightly.

"Why are you talking like that?" she asked, her brows furrowing together in confusion.

"It is a prophecy…." He stated.

"A prophecy about who?" she questioned.

"The King of the Goblins, of course…." Jareth stated, simply.

"Yea, I got that. Who is the King of the Goblins?" Amanda asked.

"Myself," Jareth replied.

"So…you're referring to yourself in the third person?" she asked.

Jareth smiled, before extending a gloved hand to her. She looked at the hand cautiously, before placing her hand in his own.

There it was!

The moment her hand connected with his, she could feel the spark in the moment. His touch was electrifying…again.

She continued to stare into his eyes as he lifted her to her feet. Jareth wore a smirk on his face, as if he knew a dark secret about her that even she didn't know…yet.

"Why should I trust you?" she asked, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"You shouldn't…" Jareth replied.

His answer confused her. What was he talking about?

Before she could reply, she felt Jareth's body overpower her own as he pushed her against the fall. His hands were on her shoulders, his faces inches from her own.

"Doesn't that give life a little risk?" he questioned.

He stepped so he was against her, his lips crashing onto hers.

Amanda couldn't help but kiss back. Something about the way he kissed her made her so drawn in. It was like he was controlling her body. As if his touch wasn't bad enough.

She felt him deepen the kiss, his one hand on the side of her face.

She tried to regain her composure, as she slid her one hand to the side of her hip.

She continued to kiss him, to keep him distracted.

She felt her gun, before pulling it out and pressing it firmly against his stomach.

Jareth pulled away a few inches, before looking down at the gun that stood inbetween the two of them.

"Don't get any idea's about flying away this time…." She whispered, her warm breath rolling over his lips.

Jareth's eyes narrowed at her in challenge, before he allowed her to escort him down the hall.