"As a matter of fact, Sarah Williams, I am not a bastard," he said assertively. "I am of perfectly good breeding thank you very much."

"YOU!" she glared at him indignantly with a finger pointed at him and the other hand on her hip.

"You?" he mirrored her posture. "Is that any way to treat an old friend?"

Sarah's eyebrows shot up. "Friend? Since when, are we friends?"

"Since I let you get away with turning my kingdom upside down," he said frowning

"You let me get away with it? You tried to KILL me."Her voice cracked, "More than once I might add. And you took my baby brother away and nearly turned him into a goblin." She continued to glare at him.

"To my credit, you did ASK me to take him away."

"Whatever," She harrumphed and pushed passed him.

"Where are you going?"

She turned to look at him. "Home. What's it look like?"

"You're going to walk home. Alone. In the dark and on Halloween of all nights." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "It's been nice knowing you then."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Believe what you wish, but, there are people in the world that would hurt you, even without prompting."

"Are you one of them?"

She received no answer.

"I think I can handle myself thanks."

"Be that as it may, I'm still coming with you."

"What? NO."

"You aren't going to stop me. You might as well give up."

"Fine." She brushed passed him and continued down the street, heels clicking on the cement.

"Fine."

They started back on their way toward campus. Jareth was whistling like he hadn't a care in the world. Sarah was seething. It was going to be a long walk.

"If you keep glaring like that you'll get wrinkles, you know?"

She kept her eyes forward trying to ignore him.

"So, you're not going to talk to me?" He cast a sideways glace at his traveling companion.

"Well fine then, I'll just keep talking, feel free to interject."

Sarah raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

"What's your favorite color?" He got no answer again. "Well considering your comforter and pajamas are Green; I'm going to guess it is green."

That got her attention, "How the hell do you know what color my comforter and pajamas are?"

"I have no idea." He was teasing her. "It's not like I don't have magic or anything like that."

"So you weren't stalking me and looking in my window like a creeper?"

"Oh so you're talking to me now?"

"Just answer the question." Sarah said her temper short.

"I'm not saying either way about that one." He said with a smug smirk on his face.

"Jareth," She said sternly.

"Ooo you're cute when you're mad,"

Her eyes got wide and she blushed. Maybe he wouldn't notice the even deeper red on her face and attribute to the cold.

He smiled at her reaction.

"Are you blushing, Sarah?" He asked, his voice was liquid and sly.

"NO," she replied vehemently, thinking if she said it with enough force he would drop the conversation and move on.

"I think you are."

"I am not." She said in a huff, her inner four year old indignant. She resumed glaring at him. "I'm not talking to you."

"Okay then."

The silence didn't last very long. "Why did you come to the Aboveground?"

"I have my reasons."

"Let me guess, you're not going to tell me, are you?"

"What would be the fun in that," a sly smile on his face.

The silence resumed but it wasn't uncomfortable. They reached her complex and they stopped.

"Um, Thanks," She looked awkwardly at the ground.

"It was nothing my Sarah." He ran his gloved hand down her cheek and lifted her chin, smile at her. "I'll be seeing you." He said smiling, before walking away down the street and out of sight.

"'I'll be seeing you'? What the hell does he mean by that?" She unlocked the door to the building and went in for the night.