'Kay, guys, if nobody reviews, I'll take it as an "I hate this story, it's awful" and I'll either delete it or put it on hiatus. If you're a frequent reviewer, I wait for your feedback with bated breath, and I mean that quite literally. ARE YOU LOSING INTEREST IN MY STORY???!!!! –passes out- Well, now that the serious business is over, I would like you to go thank three people:

X-Jareth-X, because without her, this would only have been a one-shot. She made me feel guilty, so…I made more chapters.

Cyllene, because she was my muse for this chapter.

Cyllene and leannapotter, because they were THE ONLY ONES WHO REVIEWED CHAPTER 6. They were what kept me going this time around. Thank you. (yes, that was a guilt jab)

Fly, little monkeys, fly. Go thank them…done? Good. Now we can continue on to the good stuff: CHAPTER 7!!!

Jareth stumbled into the clearing, near tears. His devilishly handsome face was crumpled in a mournful expression, his normally tight pants quite saggy. He tripped over a root and fell face-first into the orange leaves covering the ground. And then, Jareth, the Ice King, started to cry.

(Authors Note: Hahahahaaaa, did that make you sad? That's what you GET for not reviewing!!!)

Suddenly, several orange blurs tumbled into the clearing. They did some twirling, flips and removal of body parts to a beachy tune, until they realized nobody was watching.

"We wasted all that talent for nothing," one with a fat head growled to another.

"Yeah, you'd think he'd be grateful that we'd put on a show just for him!" a particularly fluorescent one squealed in agreement. Jareth lifted his head wearily to see what all the fuss was about. His gaze landed on the gangly creatures and he quickly dropped his head and cursed.

"Fireys damnit damnit damnit." Jareth swore a bit louder than he'd intended, and the fireys' attention quickly turned to him.

"OOOH there's our audience!" they all cooed, pushing and shoving each other in their mad scramble to get to him first. The fireys all crowded in around him, eager to criticize.

"He's too awesome!"

"He's wet."

"Why is he wet?"

"He's cuuuuuuuuuuute!"

"It can't possibly be legal to wear your pants THAT tight…"

"No, no, no, this won't do." a particularly bold firey had yanked poor Jareth's face up to his own. He gestured for his neighbor to look.

"He looks sad." Jareth's makeup had run all the way down to his chin, and he had massive bags under his eyes. His hair looked like a bird's nest. His royal person was shockingly devoid of glitter, and altogether not proper for a king. All the fireys murmered in agreement and shoved their faces into his.

"I'm not sad!" Jareth protested, shoving them all away. Their heads rolled away down a small hill, but Jareth didn't wait for them, he continued:

"My wife locked me out, Gog wouldn't let me in, I fell in a ridiculously large puddle, and I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I CAN'T NAVIGATE MY OWN LABYRINTH!!!" Jareth finished, breathing heavily. He looked accusingly at the fireys, then stomped off to the far corner of the clearing, where he began throwing large fistfuls of leaves in the air and spinning in circles, shouting: "I'm a faery king! I'm a faery king!"

The fireys exchanged knowing looks.

"I know what he needs!"

10 minutes later…

Jareth was newly bedecked in black pants the fireys had laying around somewhere. His boots and shirt were hanging on a tree to dry, but he had made a cloak for himself out of fallen leaves. His hair and makeup were once again impeccable, and he had thrown a fresh layer of red glitter over himself. He was, if I do say so myself, gorgeous.

Jareth took his place in the center of the clearing and nodded. Myriad lights flashed and danced through the trees. The beachy music started up again, echoing in loudly from outside the clearing. The fireys once again jumped out of their hiding spots and formed a ring around him.

Let's skip the descriptions the hip gyrations, foot taps, hair shakes, etc. and skip on to the end of the dance, shall we?

Jareth took a bow, and the fireys cheered loudly.

"Best performance yet!"

"We should do this every time you send us someone to rip to shreds!"

He smiled dotingly at his fans, waved, and walked off in the direction of his castle.

"Wait! Mister! We forgot to take off your head!"

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