It was seven in the morning, and Sarah was blissfully asleep, face buried in a mountain of pillows. Rehearsals didn't start until eleven that day (technical difficulties at the theater), she already had the script memorized, and her alarm wouldn't be ringing for another two hours. If Sarah was more religious, she'd probably be thanking whatever powers that be. As it was, she was sleeping, which is generally not the best state for any theological discussions or shout-outs.

"Sarah! Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!"

The woman rolled over, slamming a pillow over her head. This was not the time to suddenly develop a detached voice of some sort...

"Sarah! Please, open the goddamn door! I need my key!"

...that sounded remarkably like her neighbor.

"This is important!"

Nothing was more important that a stable sleep cycle.

"I have a day job! You won't be home when I come back, and I'll be stuck out in the cold for endless hours, full of pain and misery..."

Alright. That was interesting. But not more interesting than sleep.

"How can you be so cruel?!"

A pause.

"I will start singing. Would you like me to serenade you, dear? I'm perfectly capable of that. And many other things. Like lock picking. And breaking and entering. And setting fire to this entire building."

Drama queen. Sarah considered it. Sighed. Rolled out of bed. Started looking for a robe. Not nearly awake enough for this nonsense.

"How you turn my world, you precious thing!"

Apparently, Jareth was going to make good on his threat.

"You starve and near exhaust me!"

Sarah wrapped a blanket around herself and trudged out into the living room.

"Everything I've done, I've done for you!"

Where was that damn key? She was sure she'd left it on the coffee table...

"I move the stars for no one!"

She paused. Fuck.

"You've run so long!"

It was on top of the book case.

"You've run so far!"

She dropped the blanket and grabbed a chair.

"Your eyes can be so cruel!"

Manuevering the chair around various pieces of furniture turned out to be a bit of a hassle.

"Just as I can be so cruel!"

He'd better not be picking that lock.

"Oh, I do believe in you..."

Sarah clambered onto the chair, reached up, pawed around for the key.

"Yes, I do!"

Three tic tacs, a stuffed fox, a tube of lipstick...

"Live without your sunlight..."

The key!

"Love without your heartbeat..."

Practically falling over, Sarah scrambled off of the chair and over to the door. And stopped.

"I... I... Can't... Live... Within you..."

Some part of her, tiny and soft, fluttered at the words. She leaned against the door, smiling slightly, cherishing the fuzzy little feeling, and the warmth that spread through her. But this wasn't the time for that. Taking a deep breath, she stomped the little light out, and opened the door.

"Nice song. Whose it by?" she asked snidely.

"Me," said Jareth simply, "Did you like it?"

"It was... alright..." said Sarah, handing over the key.

"Thank you, Sarah," smiled the man, "But as much as I would love to talk music with you, I must be off. The future doesn't wait!"

And with that, he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. And then he was gone, sprinting down the hallway.

Sarah felt herself blushing, and reached up, laying her palm against her cheek.

"Ehem..."

Sarah whirled around to see a young man in green and blue flannel glaring at her from around his door.

"Keep it down, would you? Some of us here don't care about your epic romance, and my first class isn't until nine."

"Epic romance? You think?"

"Shakespeare's dancing the macarena in his grave."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"What do you think, lady?"

Sarah shook her head, "Thanks, Puck. Thanks."

"I should be creeped out that you know my name, but how about I just tell you to shut up?"

"Your last one-night-stand screamed it loud enough to bring down the building."

"Hmm. Touche."

"Point to me..."

"And we're at one-one. Now seriously, shut up, I have a test in two hours."

Author's note:

I wasn't actually expecting to write this bit, but in honor of April 1st (that's what it is where I am), I figured I might jot something down and post it up. There should be one, maybe two more chapter things by the end of the week (I'm on spring break, so I have lots of free time).

Thank you so much for the positive responses, and I hope you were all nice and fluffy to each other this April Fools!