A/N I own..... nothing

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"First off, "I said, "There was no way in hell you could have heard me calling you. Secondly, I came to ask for a job. I got laid off from the theater and I quit the admin job a year ago and no my little man would not mind me being here, because he left me." I started straight into his eyes and tried to be angry with him for his comment, but I didn't pull it off very well. So I just looked down.

"Why?" Jareth's tone scared me. I only ever heard him speak like that to me once. I once slipped on a drink someone had spilled and not cleaned up yet which caused me to hurtle into a shelf that fell over and broke quite a few things. I couldn't remember everything that broke, but I know there was a book that got covered in soda, a picture of some girl, a couple of crystal balls, and I am sure there were a few ceramic knick knacks on there too. I think he was more pissed about the book and the picture though.

"Why?" I repeated, "Why do you think? I was damn good at my job here so this is the first place I thought of to look."

He smirked for a second and then went right back to being pissed, "No, why did he leave you?"

That question shocked me. Jareth wasn't really the type to inquire about anyone's personal life. He acted more like…. a king, exactly what he thought of himself as. He treated most people like subjects instead of equals. Well, maybe not that badly. Maybe the way a good king would treat his subjects, but he was never really interested in anyone. I had become his friend only because I actually enjoyed listening to him talk, but I don't think he knew one thing about me other than my fashion sense.

I stalled to answer the question mostly because I wasn't really sure of the answer myself. "He didn't really say and I didn't really ask. He was unhappy. I think we were just better as friends. To be honest, I am more upset about the fact that he was able to just leave me, than the fact that he is gone. I guess that doesn't make much sense." I continued to look down, not sure if I was actually able to put into words what I was feeling.

Jareth just looked at me for a minute, still looking very angry, and then switched back to his big chair on the other side of the desk. I had a small chuckle in my head as I remembered that chair. Not a chair, it's a throne; a very comfy throne. I sat in it once. The wood is painted gold, and the cushion is a deep red. The back is really high up. When I sat in it, the cushion just pulled me in. The back of the chair leans back just slightly. It's so comfy I could have fallen asleep. I think I actually did close my eyes and maybe I did fall asleep because I remember Jareth coming in and yelling. Lots of people are afraid of him when he yells, but I am not. When he yells, it just means someone did something that he didn't like. When he is angry, he speaks very slowly. Nonetheless, I got my ass out of that chair quickly. Something in voice just commands respect. Anyway he always threatens to throw people into a lake or something, it's a strange threat but I wouldn't put it past him to actually do it.

Jareth sat there quietly for a minute thinking about it. I saw his angry expression slowly turn into an evil smirk. He was planning some kind of horrible payback I was sure. "I will be here tomorrow morning to help open for lunch, "I said popping out of my chair quickly before he starting putting his schemes into action.

Jareth said nothing but continued to sit and smirk as he watched me leave the office. I asked one of the waiters who didn't look very busy if he minded walking me to the bus stop. He went to the office to let Jareth know where he was going and asked another waiter to cover for him for a few minutes. Together we walked to the bus stop chatting about the restaurant and how he liked working there. His name was Mark.

"Jareth is a bit weird, but he pays decently and leaves us alone as long as we don't do anything wrong," he said as we walked. "Are you going to start working here?"

I nodded, "I worked at the Labyrinth for almost 3 years before I quit to get married and move away. But now I am back."

Mark just nodded and didn't ask any more questions and I was very grateful for that. The bus stop had plenty of people waiting. Most of them worked in the shopping center and wanted to get home. Mark made sure I was ok to be by myself, even though I wouldn't really be alone. I smiled and assured him I was fine. I watched as he walked back and when I could barely see him anymore I turned back towards the street and waited.

I had a lot of time to think now. I was glad I had gotten my job back, but a little nervous about what Jareth would plan. I decided I would come in and suck up just a little bit. I thought about baking some cookies, but it was really late and I really just wanted to go to sleep. So I decided I would stop at the bakery that was at the end of the shopping center and buy a whole bunch of something.

When I got home I couldn't remember the ride. I didn't even remember getting on the bus. I walked into my new apartment and looked around. It was bare. I lived alone now and only got half of the furniture, which I immediately threw out. I decided that any money I saved would go to buy the ultimate furniture sets, but for now I snuggled into my hard, tiny cheapest bed I could find from IKEA and fell straight to sleep.