Something's are worth waiting for...

Chapter 7.

*Again, sorry this is late. furbabies have me running through hoops. After speaking to a lovely lady on facebook I'm not going to worry so much on the tense because she said she thinks it builds the story and I agree. So enjoy and if you don't like then please don't continue to read. I mean that in the nicest way possible. Those who read this chapter I have put in a reference to the princess diaries movie (love that movie) see if you can find it. A gold star to those that do Jand have a nice day 3

Sarah managed to calm Jareth down enough to walk hand in hand at a sensible pace to Wal-Mart. She told him to wait outside whilst she went to get a cart. He argued this, insisting that she not leave his side while they were here but she won in the end by giving him a kiss right there in the parking lot.

Leaving Jareth looking extremely dazed, she headed towards the store entrance to get a cart. As the double doors opened and closed when people went in and out of the store, Sarah could see Markus standing around and ordering people about. He didn't look like he was in a good mood. Sarah smirked. This was going to be fun.

As she pushed the cart back, she saw Jareth still standing where she had left him but now he had changed his stance. He was now waiting for with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out. This had caused quite a gaggle of women to stand and stare, titter and fawn. Sarah felt a rush of jealous rage she never thought she could feel rush through her. She saw a particularly busty blonde lick her lips in appreciation and start to saunter towards Jareth. Just as Sarah was preparing to mow this bimbo down, Jareth spots her and makes a bee line for her, completely ignoring the bimbo who looks both shocked and furious when she sees where Jareth is heading.

"There you are , Precious" he says as he reaches her and slips an arm around her waist.

She smirks inwardly at the look on the bimbo's face. Yeah, fuck you, bitch, he's mine! And he is. He is hers. This realisation makes tears form in her eyes. She blinks them back.

"Something wrong, love?" he asks her, concerned by her sudden emotional change.

"Wha...? No, I'm fine. Come on, let's go or all the good stuff will be gone." She says to him.

He says nothing but looks at her hard. He leans down and whispers into her ear "When you are queen, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent."

He thought she was upset about the bimbo. So, he had seen her but had chosen to ignore her to spare Sarah her feelings.

Sarah couldn't help it but say "But...she's way prettier than me". She realised she sounded whiny.

"No one in all these worlds is prettier than you" he says and kisses her forehead. Sarah's heart soared.

They hadn't been in the store for five minutes before someone must have seen them and word had gotten to Markus. Jareth had not removed his hand from Sarah's hip in a very obvious way. Sarah could tell that even though he was being protective, he was enjoying himself too. She highly doubted that in The Underground, a king would do his own grocery shopping.

They had started at the front of the store, getting various fresh fruit and vegetables. Sarah had even picked a few peaches and put them in a brown paper bad for him. He smiled at her.

They were half way around when Sarah heard the unmistakable walk that was Markus's. Judging by his step and how much he was stomping, Sarah figured that he was angry and in a hurry. Rounding the corner to the aisle that held the dairy products, they saw him coming towards them. Sarah felt Jareth's hand squeeze tighter on her hip. Markus stopped shirt when he saw them and all manner of emotions swept through him. Who the fuck is that with his hands all over her? She hadn't mentioned a boyfriend. If this guy is new then tough shit, he got there first.

He composed his thoughts and continued to walk towards them. Sarah saw him trying to look surprised to see her when he reached them. She rolled her eyes at this obvious display of nonchalance.

"Sarah? Good afternoon. How is your weekend going? Are you doing anything tomorrow?" Markus asked her, pointing ignoring Jareth.

"Uh,hi, Markus. It's going pretty good" she smiled and caressed her hand onto Jareth's one that was on her hip.

There was no way Markus could ignore him now, as his hand followed Sarah's hand. Slowly, he turned his attention to Jareth.

"And you are?" he asked Jareth coldly.

Jareth, who had been observing their interaction, had looked down lovingly at Sarah when he felt her hand on his. Now, he looked at Markus with a genuine look of surprise to see him there, as if he had just noticed he existed.

"Oh, I am sorry, were you talking to me?" Jareth said.

Markus, not used to people not paying attention to him when he was around or spoke, recoiled slightly and his eyes blazed in silent anger.

Seeing his eyes reminded Sarah of the previous night and, feeling slightly scared, she leaned into Jareth who in turn snaked his arm further so that his hand now rested over her stomach. This intimate display made her gasp slightly but it did the exact opposite to Markus. His face was turning steadily redder with suppressed rage.

Bristling, he addressed Jareth again "Yes, I was speaking to you. I haven't seen you around here before. Judging by your accent I'd say you are British? Are you a friend of Sarah's? A pen pal that's come to visit?" What a load of stupid questions to ask, Sarah thought.

Jareth turned his full attention to Markus but still kept his arm around Sarah. This action clearly shouted "She's mine". Sarah loved how possessive he was with her.

"Well, we are a tad more than friends, aren't we, love?" he asked, turning back to look at Sarah.

"Ye...Yes, he's my boyfriend." She stammered slightly at the look of Markus's face.

"Boyfriend?!" Markus was shaking with anger now "you never mentioned a boyfriend. When did this happen?"

"That really is none of your concern now, is it?" Jareth said with a hint of a warning in his voice.

"Well, I...uh..." Markus became flustered under the stare of the goblin king.

"Suffice it to say, we have known each other for a long time but we have recently become more...acquainted" Jareth smirked as Markus registered this innuendo.

Jareth continued "Well, we really must be getting a move on, things to do, places to be and all that. Besides, her bed is getting cold" he winked at Markus and gave Sarah a squeeze which caused her to squeal and burst into a fit of giggles.

Sarah's reaction had the desired effect on Markus. He stood with his mouth gaping open, not saying anything with his face red and his eyes bulging.

"Shall we?" Jareth gestured, looking at Sarah.

"We shall." She says, still giggling as they move past Markus to carry on shopping. At the end of the aisle, Jareth looked back to see that Markus is watching them with a look of pure hatred.

"Lovely to meet you" Jareth said, giving him one last smirk before disappearing down the next aisle.

When they had finished shopping and had started the short walk back to Sarah's apartment, lugging several bags of groceries between them, Sarah tried again and again to thank Jareth but each time she managed to get one syllable out before collapsing into peals of laughter again.

After her fifth attempt and Jareth giving her a bemused look, she managed to stammer out "I'll tell you later."

Back at the apartment, Kirsten made everyone a coffee while Jareth and Sarah put the groceries away. Jareth found it fascinating that not everything went into the "tall white cold box" as he called it. Fridge-freezer is what Sarah called it.

Sitting down with their coffee, Sarah told Kirsten what had happened at Wal-Mart.

"That Markus is a creep. I've always said so. I should have been there; it sounds like I missed quite a show." Kirsten said.

Giggling, Sarah said "You did. Jareth really put Markus in his place. Thank you, Jareth; you did everything i wanted and more." She blushed.

"I told you I would, Precious." He said.

Sarah blushed more. Kirsten watched this exchange between them and couldn't hold it in anymore. "So, what is this? Is there something going on between you two?"

There was silence for a beat before Jareth reached over and took Sarah's hand in his. They both smiled at each other before Jareth looked at Kirsten and said proudly "Yes. We are together."

"Romantic styles." Sarah added.

Jareth's smile got even wider but it was short-lived because, at that moment, there was a commotion in Sarah's bedroom. Jumping up at once, Jareth charged towards the noise. Sarah and Kirsten gave each other a confused look before they too jumped up from the table and raced after him.

Jareth burst into Sarah's bedroom and very nearly fell over – sprawled on the floor, with his glasses askew and his hair sticking up on end with multiple chicken feathers stuck in it was Westley. Jareth straightened himself and looked down at Westley. Westley looked back at Jareth, bewildered. When he heard the sound of approaching footsteps, he seemed to snap out of it. The sudden appearance of Sarah and Kirsten behind Jareth caused Westley to go beetroot red and start flailing about in an attempt to get up.

When he failed, Jareth bent down and offered his hand to him. Something must be seriously wrong for Westley to turn up in such a state, he thought.

Pulling him to his feet, Jareth turned to Sarah and Kirsten. The girls had a clear view into Sarah's bedroom now Jareth had turned and Kirsten stared in shock at this new arrival.

"Who the hell is that? How the FUCK did he get in here?" Kirsten yelled.

No wonder Kirsten was yelling. In his hurry to get to his Majesty, Westley hadn't glamoured himself. Therefore, he was in emerald green robes. Definitely not something Aboveground people would wear.

As Sarah tried to calm Kirsten down, Jareth looked worryingly back at Westley.

"What is the meaning of you dropping into the Lady Sarah's bed chambers?" he asked Westley.

"Sire, please forgive me but it is an emergency." Westley said, flustered.

"I gathered that. What have the goblins done now?" Jareth snapped.

"They are in a uproar, your Majesty, because of an announcer for King Maxian came to deliver a message." He said, faltering under Jareth's stare.

Jareth's eyes grew wide as he said "What message?" urgently.

"Sire, King Maxian has stated that if you do not announce your bride before the end of the month then the Lady Clairissa will be eligible."

Jareth paled and turned to look at Sarah who was too preoccupied with Kirsten to listen to what was going on.

He turned back to Westley and said "Although King Maxian has no authority to force marriage upon me, he might declare war upon my kingdom if I refuse."

"That's why the goblins kicked off, Sire. You know how the Lady Clairissa is. They hate her and she makes no secret about the fact that she hates them. The only thing she doesn't hate is you. But then again, no lady can hate you, Sire." Westley said.

"So spoilt even her own father wants shot of her." Jareth said, mainly to himself. He shuddered at the thought of marrying the Lady Clairissa, having to live his very long life with her and expected to at least try for an heir.

It was not that the Lady Clairissa was unattractive. Far from it. Her beauty made a lot of the other fae women jealous although all were beautiful in their own way. But since Jareth and Sarah had met ten years ago, all had seemed in very poor comparison to him. Even though she had rejected him, there had been no other. He couldn't imagine being with anyone but her. He supposed being this way had made him a tasty morsel for the other fae women. A very tasty morsel indeed. Lady Clairissa had set her sights on Jareth more than once already but he had of course refused her. The problem with Lady Clairissa was that she was used to getting everything her own way. A super spoiled brat. No wonder everyone had refused her hand. Now it was Jareth's turn. No one would want her for a bride. He suspected that she had whined to her father that she wanted to marry Jareth and so, as he always had done, supplied her with what she wanted, hence the statement he sent to the castle.

"Alright, here's what we are going to do" Jareth said hurriedly to Westley, pulling him close so he could whisper to him. "I'm going to say goodbye to Sarah and her friend for now and return to the Underground where we can formulate a plan. You go now while the ladies are distracted and I will follow suit in a few minutes time."

Westley bowed and, with a flourish, he was gone. Sighing, Jareth turned back towards Sarah just as Kirsten yelled "Where the hell did he go? That's it, I'm calling the fuzz."

She ran off towards her bedroom and they could hear distinct tones of buttons being pressed from her cell phone.

Sarah looked at Jareth, cringing. "I'm sorry about that. I guess I'm going to have to tell her?" she wanted permission to tell Kirsten the truth.

Jareth saw this as an opportunity to keep Sarah busy while he sorted out this new mess back in the Underground.

He took Sarah's hand in his. "My love, you must do whatever you need to. I'm afraid I must away for now. An urgent matter has cropped up and I must go and address it at once."

Sarah's face fell slightly but she understood. "When will you be back?" she asked him.

"The second you call me, I will be at your side." He whispered as he pulled her close. Caressing her face with his hand, he kissed her gently and lovingly. He pulled away before things could get more heated and, with a puff of glitter, he was gone.

Sarah tried to keep the tears in as she made her way back to the kitchen. God, how could she miss him so much already?

Kirsten cornered Sarah in the kitchen and told her the cops were on their way. Sarah turned to Kirsten and mumbled "That really isn't necessary, Kirst."

"Sarah, a strangely dress, albeit attractive man just turns up in our apartment and then disappears in a blink of an eye. You don't think the cops should be told about this intruder?" Kirsten said.

"No, that's not what I mean..." Sarah trails off.

"Good thing Jareth was here. Not that I need protecting or anything, though" Kirsten said, flexing her arms. She looked around and added "Where is Jareth, anyway?"

"He had to go but he will be back soon." Sarah said in a tiny voice, sitting down at the table.

"Odd, I didn't hear the door go." Kirsten said but then her eyes widened with realisation. She looked over at Sarah who was looking straight back at her.

"Alright, Williams, spill! Something is going on and I want to know what it is right now!" Kirsten said, her voice rising.

Sighing, Sarah got up from her seat and went towards some kitchen shelves. She grabbed a near full bottle of gin from one of the shelves and, turning back towards Kirsten, said "Okay, I will tell you what you want to know. I only ask that you keep an open mind."

Kirsten nodded and asked "What's the gin for?"

"You're going to need it" Sarah said, grinning for the first time since Jareth left and placing two tall glasses next to the bottle on the table.

"Uh,oh, it's going to be one of those confessionals, is it? Kirsten teased, sitting down at the table opposite Sarah.

"You have no idea" Sarah said, pouring them each a generous amount and sitting back down.

"Okay" Sarah said, taking a deep breath "Spill time.