A/N Own Nothing. Thanks again to Notwritten my loyal reviewer. All the rest of you that have made it this far in the story, What do you think?

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

I was surprised that the next couple of nights I did not have any dreams about the labyrinth. It was actually a relief. I got some much needed rest. Jareth was really enjoying his new phone. He loved to text message. I tried calling him on it once. He answered and started yelling a bit. I don't think he likes talking on the phone.

I was slightly annoyed when I would be doing my job and get a text to come into his office. I usually just wait until breaks to check my phone, but with the way Jareth was going I was checking it every five minutes. It was Friday afternoon, when I felt my phone buzz and I took it out extremely irritated. Jareth had already sent me twenty messages telling me what needed to be done. I look at the number; it was my brother's cell. It was an actual phone call. I went into Jareth's office to answer it. Dave knew better than to call me while I was working.

Jareth looked up when I came in and then looked quite displeased and disappointed that I came in to answer the phone. I caught him sneakily trying to put his phone away so as not to set a bad example or something. I brought my attention back to the phone call, relieved to hear it was one of the kids. They must have found my number while playing with Dave's phone.

"Carla, you know you shouldn't use Dave's phone to make calls." I started to lightly scold her until I heard her crying. "What's wrong?" I barely understood her answer, but I understood the words "fire", "hospital", and "daddy." "I will be right there." I looked over at Jareth and told him I needed to go. I needed to get there. Someone would have to watch the kids. My parents didn't live close by anymore so that someone would be me.

Jareth watched me make little jerky movements while I was thinking and trying to get myself to do about a million things at once. "Do you need me…" He didn't get to finish his sentence.

I grabbed him and started out the door, shouting to Valerie to cover for me. We got in the car and started driving. I told Jareth what I heard from Carla and I think I made less sense than she did. When I noticed Jareth holding on for dear life I slowed down a bit.

"Thank you, I won't be able to save you if you killed me with your car."

"A year ago, my life was completely boring. This past two weeks I feel like I am on a yo-yo of emotions and every time I relax something else goes wrong."

Jareth raised an eyebrow at me but didn't answer. He assumed that I was just venting. "Well on the bright side, I will not be going bowling tonight with you and Valerie."

I really wanted to hit him. That was not funny. If that was not funny why did I smile when he said it? "You can text everyone and tell them we will reschedule." Jareth whipped his phone out so quickly that I didn't even notice where he kept it.

"I knew you would like that."

"I do not like phones."

"Ok you like everything about that phone except the phone feature."

"Yes"

I was so glad that Jareth volunteered to come with me. He kept me nice and distracted. Then I started thinking too deep into our earlier conversation. Did he offer to come with me? The more I thought of it the more I realized that he didn't. He was offering to do something, but he never got to the part where he actually offered anything. Even if he did offer, I was positive it would have only been to be polite.

Jareth noticed I was looking more upset. He sat there quietly looking really uncomfortable. I started worrying about how much longer he was going to put up with me. I had to ask, "You weren't offering to come with me, were you?" I glanced over at him. He wasn't answering. "What were you going to say before I pulled you out with me?"

Jareth hesitated a minute not really wanting to answer, "I was going to ask you if you wanted me to call someone in to cover your shift."

"How nice, you would make a phone call for me." I said it very sarcastically but it did make me smile. We drove almost the rest of the way in silence before Jareth finally spoke again.

"A year ago, I sat in my office every single day from before opening to after closing and had nothing and no one to worry about or talk to. The past two weeks have been the most uncomfortable, aggravating, nerve wracking, and best ones I have had in many years." Jareth said as he looked straight ahead.

I was touched. Jareth really cared about me. What he just said made me so incredibly happy. I almost wished he said it at a time I could have enjoyed it more instead of when I was worried sick about my brother.

We got to the hospital and I practically pulled Jareth into the building. He kept telling me to stop running but I just kept tugging him along trying to run. I got to the reception area and asked for my brother's room number. We got into an elevator that was quite crowded. I saw Jareth stiffen and I asked him if he had ever been in an elevator before.

"No, and we are taking the stairs back down." He said stiffly. I started to notice how many sick people were in the elevator with us. I didn't mind being around a sick person, but suddenly being in such a closed space with a few of them made me feel claustrophobic. I was happy when we found the right floor and I checked with the first nurse I saw for directions. Thankfully she had just seen him and also told us that Carla and Jason were in the children's ward playing.

I hate when I have to make a decision that requires a lot of thinking. I must look ridiculous to the people watching me. I make little movements as if I am going to do one and then switch and back and forth. Jareth watched me again for a minute before finally saying, "Why don't you go check on your brother and I will sit with his… kids?" I nodded trying to ignore the way he sounded unhappy about watching the kids. I ran into Dave's room.