I claim no rights to Sarah and Jareth. Copyright belongs to Jim Henson Co. Michelle and various other characters are mine. Some liberties have been taken. Here's the next chapter. I probably won't post again til this weekend because of class and stuff :) Thank you all for reading 3

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Sarah and Michelle had returned back to Sarah's apartment around 8. The two of them helped one another into their costumes and left just before 9. They arrived promptly, one hour late. They parked the Beetle a block or so from the house, for an easy escape if things got hairy later. Michelle had been right, the house was creepy. But, it fit the occasion. I was probably one of the oldest houses still left in town: an old Victorian era mansion complete with conservatory and greenhouse. It would be a sight to see in the daylight, but in the gloom of the early evening it was downright scary. The sound of music could be heard from where they stood on the sidewalk near the street. An owl hooted in the distance.

"Good to see the party started without us," Michelle remarked. Both she and Sarah donned their masks. Michelle's was green and looked as though a vine was growing from it and into her hair. Sarah had her feathered mask across her eyes. Her hair was piled up on top of her head with God knows how many bobby pins; throughout it were more feathers that matched those in the mask. They were a sight to see: a fairy and a princess. Their heels clicked as they walked up the front walk. The front yard was in disarray. Dilapidated For Sale signs were strewn everywhere. The wooden steps creaked under them as they made their way toward the door. The music was louder now. It was just above a dull roar at this point.

"I don't think knocking will do us much good," Sarah said dryly, as she opened the door. The smell of stale beer and sweat hit them head on. And the sound of music was deafening. Even there in the entrance way, people were piled in. Squeezing passed the other patrons, which were in varying states of intoxication, took a bit. They finally ended up in what they thought was the kitchen. There were trays of food, a bowl of punch and a keg. Next to the keg was a pile of those all too familiar red plastic cups and a pitcher filled with singles to pay for the cup. Michelle put two singles into the jug and got herself a cup of the cheap beer.

"Want some?"Michelle asked, offering Sarah a cup.

"I'm good thanks. I'd like to remember tonight when I wake up tomorrow. And if you're drinking, someone needs to drive back to campus."

"That's my Sarah. Always so sensible," Michelle responded taking a drink from her cup.

A snort was heard from across the room. Sarah looked up. Facing her was a man that she thought she dreamt up as a teenager that spent way too much time with fairytales. A man that is too beautiful to exist. He was leaning oh so gracefully against the archway that lead back into the depths of the house. He looked exactly as she remembered him. He was wearing his familiar tight pants, black this time. His knee high riding boots accentuating the length of his slender legs. He wore a white ruffled top and a brown leather vest, the shirt was open at the top revealing the paleness of his chest. His flyaway rock star hair was still flyaway.

"Sarah, my dear, have you changed so much since the last time we met that you've become sensible?" he said a smile in his voice.

"Jareth?"

Michelle's eyes went back and forth between the two of them. "Sarah, do you know this guy?"

Jareth did not give Sarah a chance to answer. "She used to," with that he turned and went into the hallway, disappearing in the crowd.

Sarah tried to follow but the throng of people became impassible. "Shit."

In the thirty seconds Michelle was left alone, a random guy dressed like a hobo, had started occupying her attention.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "I think, I'm gunna go," she said, eying the door.

The random guy was currently nuzzling Michelle's neck. "But Sar, we just got here."

"I'm not in the partying mood anymore."

"Do you want to take my car? I think I'm occupied for the night," she giggled as her new friend did something to her liking.

"No, I think I'd rather walk. Air my head." She reached into the top of her dress and pulled out a condom, tossing it to her friend. "I think you'll need this."

Michelle blushed and smiled at her friend, an unsaid thanks on her face.

Sarah shook her head; of course she would forget something like that.

She turned and slowly made her way through the wall of noise and bad BO. Taking off her mask, she looked up at the sky and sighed when she made it back to the front walk. She headed toward the car. Her purse was still in the backseat. It took a couple minutes to reach the purple bug. It looked eerie sitting there in the dark. She retrieved the key from its hiding place, by the gas cap and unlocked the driver's door, reaching in the back to grab her purse. She heard a loud hoot, she jumped and her elbow landed on the car horn. She cringed at the noise. It was only a little after nine but there were probably people that went to bed at a decent hour. Purse in hand, she stashed the key in her purse, she did not want to risk someone stealing her friend's car because she alerted idiots as to where the spare was hidden. She would return it tomorrow, when Michelle came over to return her costume.

It was about a fifteen minute walk to get to this part of town on the far side of campus. It was plenty of time for Sarah to come with reasons for Jareth to show up with no warning or reason. She started thinking aloud.

"Maybe someone at the party wished something away and he showed up because of that. And it was purely coincidental that I was there." She sighed. "That's not it."

"There is the possibility that he just came here to annoy me. That seems like a good option." She shook her head. "There are easier ways to annoy me besides going to the only party I've gone to in months." She was using her hands to gesture between options; she must look like a mad woman talking to herself in a princess dress. It probably wouldn't be a bad thing if she was a five year old girl dressed up. Sarah was twenty years old now. She should be passed all this princess and make believe stuff. Part of her consciousness did not want her to grow out of it for some reason. She cocked her head as she was walking realizing something. "Wait, how the hell did he know where I was in the first place?"

She got angry, "YOU ARE A SMUG BASTARD. YOU KNOW THAT?"

A voice rang from the distance, "Stop that racket you annoying kids!" Sarah cringed.

She looked down for a second too long and did not look up in time to prevent herself from running into something solid, and covered in glitter.