A/N: I'm baaaack~! And I even brought chapter two with me! Hope y'all enjoy. And thank you oh so much for the fantastic reviews. Makes me so happy. :3

Disclaimer: I'm realizing...I don't even own a copy of this movie! Wail. T.T

Stupid Wishes

Sticking her head through yet another door, Sarah quickly stepped out, still closed the door gently, and continued her hunt down the hall. Just a few minutes after Jareth disappeared, Sarah whooshed out the door in search of that pesky kitchen. Now here she was, exactly fifty nine minutes later, trotting down hall after hall after blasted hall. She glanced at the leering owl-shaped cuckoo clock hanging conveniently on the wall. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Sarah gulped, forcing her eyes to remain open and alert. The clock hooted the hour. Then silence. Sarah released a breath as she shifted from leaning against the wall to her search. Jareth suddenly appeared before her, his arms crossed, his eyebrows sternly raised.

"What are you doing, slave?"

"Going to the kitchen, Sire."

"Then why are you in the West Wing?" Oh, that incredulous tone!

"Dear me!" She acted surprised, her eyes growing in mock innocence. "You meant for me to work in the kitchen in the East Wing! How silly of me."

Jareth rolled his eyes. "If you didn't know where the kitchen was, why didn't you just ask me for help?"

"You…departed before I could," Sarah calmly stated. Jareth glared into her alarmingly disconcerting green eyes. Calm Sarah was…scary. Taking action, Jareth stepped forward abruptly and gleefully noted the very instant Sarah's eyes flashed in alarm. Her back firmly pressed against the dank stone wall, Sarah recognized her plans of escape as the completely futile ideas they were. If Jareth knew exactly where she was the second she was late to simple kitchen duty, she had absolutely no hope of escaping without his notice. Gulping slightly, she lifted her gaze to his mismatched one. His eyes glinted malevolently. His sharp teeth glistened mischievously. His hands suddenly surrounded her head, each hand pressed against the wall just above her shoulders.

Sarah crossed her arms, gritting her teeth, "What do you want, Jareth?"

"Jareth?" His confounded eyebrows rose significantly. "Are you directly disobeying me, peasant?"

Sarah's eyes flashed like glittering emeralds. "Ha! At least I didn't almost call you 'precious' earlier."

"Why in the world would I call such a pesky prisoner that?" Jareth brought his left hand closer to Sarah's paling face.

She merely lifted an eyebrow as she inwardly prayed, hoped, wished that the stupid king wouldn't notice her trembling. He smirked suddenly, giving her a knowing look.

"I was going to call you prune." His face remained the same, not one twinkle in his eye.

"Prune?"

"Yes, prune."

"Right," Sarah flashed him a dubious glance. "So that's why instead you called me your present?"

Jareth swiftly straightened away from her, a furrow on his brow. Had he? Surely not. He recalled giving her orders to meet in the kitchen in an hour. Then he—Jareth winced. He supposed that was technically what he'd called her. Sarah pushed off the wall in victory, lifting her chin as she did. "Is that any way to behave toward your employee, Sire? How disgraceful."

Jareth smirked again. Bother. He leaned close again and touched her face with a black glove. In a purring voice that could only belong to a lion, he whispered, "But I'm not your employer, now am I? I'm your master."

A hand curled around her waist and suddenly, they stood in a warm kitchen with millions of goblins scurrying around carrying this ingredient and that dish and those bowls every which way. Sarah pressed a hand to her mouth, feeling suddenly queasy.

"Well, I'll leave you to it then, slave," Jareth surveyed the chaos in dismay. "Good luck."

With that, he vanished in a cloud of smoke.

"Coward," Sarah managed to say through clenched teeth.

Suddenly, Jareth stood before her again, a demonic gleam in his eyes. Sarah stiffened in response, her eyes wide. Velvet smooth, he purred, "Oh and sorry, Sarah, I just couldn't fulfill your wish earlier: your trembling is quite difficult to ignore."

A touch to her cheek, then gone.

Sarah released her breath. She hated goblins, their king, and her own stupid wishes.

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