Flinging the blankets off of her Sarah moved herself to the edge of his bed, feet dangling. Sliding down further, her feet were met with the cold stone floor causing her to pull back slightly from the coldness of the floor. Pushing herself completely from the bed she stood on shaky legs, her hand quickly grabbing the bedpost for support. Dizziness swept over her causing her to sit back down hands coming up to hold her dizzying head.

"Damn!" she cursed herself flinching from her voice sounding so loud within her own ears.

Releasing her head she looked to her bandaged arm and grimaced as the thought of what could have happened if Jareth didn’t show up when he did ran through her mind. He had saved her life and she had just yelled at him for what, a past that happened six years ago. That day that she had tread through his labyrinth had been the most profound day of her life. She had lived the adventure she had always wanted and returned home with her half brother to be greeted with a farewell party with the friends that she had made through her adventure plus with all those she had met during her adventure, all but save one. She had thought that she had destroyed him but seeing him-she didn’t know how to feel.

Rising from the bed once again she stopped noting the dizziness gone and then continued onward towards what she assumed the bathroom. Stopping at the door she glanced at the tub that Jareth had placed her in remembering the sting of the cold water against her skin she hesitated. Looking away from the bathtub she saw a mirror that sat behind a large basin of water beside it lay a white towel.

Coming to her reflection she looked to herself with dismay noting her haggard appearance. She had definitely been put through the ringer. Emerging her hands within the warm water, closing her eyes she splashed her face enjoying the comfort that the warm water brought. Dabbing the towel against her soaked face she inhaled deeply. Tingling started to grow through her arm and leg itching and burning. Dropping the towel she grabbed her arm scratching at the annoying bandage. Anger filling her she ripped at the bandage and gauze trying to free her arm from its bindings.

Sarah shook with the effort as her fingernails dug into the bandage, "Get Off" she growled in frustration. Not caring if it would reopen any of her wounds she finally ripped it away rubbing at her arm. Examining her arms she gawked at the totally healed arm. Did he do this? But why would he leave the bandages on if he did? Pulling up the nightgown he had given her she freed her leg from its bandages noting the same for her leg as for her arm. The tingling had ceased.

"What the-" she felt different somehow but could not explain how, "What’s happening to me?" Grabbing the sides of the table that held the basin of water she stared up at her reflection as if it would bring her an answer.

"Sa-Sarah?" a faintly familiar voice asked.

Spinning around to face her intruder the anger within her eyes softened as she recognized Hoggle standing in the doorway. "Hoggle!" immediately she went to him gathering her long lost friend within her arms, "Oh Hoggle, I had thought I’d never see you again."

He froze within her arms stunned by the expression on her face just before it softened in recognition. Her eyes had looked as if they had glowed for a moment and then just faded back to normal suddenly. Hoggle chased it off as a figment of his imagination as he smiled underneath her hug.

Straightening back up from her hug a smile plastered across her face, "How did you know that I was here?"

Hoggle shrugged his shoulders, "Jareth brung me, says that you were brought here by someone and were hurt." Looking over her he noted nothing out of place, nothing indicating that she had been injured in any way, "You looks okay to me."

Walking past her long lost friend she made her way back to the bed and sat on its edge, Hoggle following not too far behind. "Well, I was but I guess Jareth must have healed me."

Hoggle was doubtful, "I’s guess-"

Sarah cut him off, "Hoggle what happened? I was able to talk to you and the others for a while but then no one answered my calls anymore."

Looking away from her he dug his foot into the floor fidgeting with his large hands, "We, uh, we just couldn’t anymore."

Sarah weakly smiled to her friend, it was most probably Jareth’s doing, "Oh-" she trailed off not knowing what else to say. They were quiet for a moment before she fingered at the light material of her nightgown, "I don’t suppose you know where I can get some clothes?"

Hoggle frowned, "I’m supposed to take you to your room. He says that he’s prepared one for you for your stay."

"Oh did he," Sarah was angry at the Kings presumption that she was going to stay. Standing from the bed she hotly made her way towards the door ready to give the King a piece of her mind about his little presumption.

Hoggle ran trying to catch up with his friend, "Sarah, don’ts do nothins to anger him."

Ignoring her friends warning she blindly traversed the castle halls on a mission to tell the Goblin King just what was on her mind at that moment. Mind filling with just what she was going to say to the arrogant Goblin King, she rounded another corner she bravely stormed into the throne room.

Sitting within his throne Jareth had been watching her conversation with Hoggle with growing interest. Not only were her wounds healed she was actually meaning to come into his throne room to tell him off in his own castle. A sly grin crossed his lips as he dispensed of the crystal awaiting her arrival. Just as he had dispensed of his crystal she had entered the room. "Sarah, to what do I owe the pleasure of you visit?"

Stopping mere inches from the throne she glared angrily at Jareth, "You know very well why your majesty," her voice oozing with venom an outrage.

Rising from his throne he made his way towards her closing the distance between them. He noted the fact that she was still dressed in the nightgown that he had provided for her, the top of her nightgown falling slightly off her shoulder as she looked fiercely at him eye’s glowing with outrage. "I take it that you did not like the room I provided for your stay."

Crossing her arms over her chest she raised her chin in defiance, "What makes you think that I’m staying?"

Jareth’s brow rose in interest, "And where exactly do you plan on staying?"

Sarah’s jaws tightened at this, "I plan on going home."

"Oh, I see and how do you plan on accomplishing this then?" he watched her amused at how her eyes left his as she searched her mind for the answer.

‘Damn him’ she thought vehemently, "Your going to send me back."

"Oh really," he stepped closer noting how uncomfortable she was starting to feel, "and what makes you think that I will do that?" He waited for her answer but was rewarded with a cold stare. Running his gloved finger over her bare shoulder he continued, she shivered underneath his touch, "Though you might be able to persuade me."

Sarah blanched at his comment offended and outraged, her hand shot up with its own accord making a loud clap echo in the room around them as she slapped him hard. "You bastard!"

Jareth was caught completely off guard, though she had every reason to slap him, he grabbed her by the arms his body plastered to hers. "I’d be careful if I were you. Do that again and I promise you I will do more than just offend you."

Her heart sank, anger leaving being replaced with that of fear as she realized what exactly it was that she had done. She tried to pull herself from his grasp but only making his grip tighten. With the closeness of his body to hers she was forced to look up into his eyes. There was a long silence as her heart raced at his closeness, body being pressed so closely against his, her chest rising against his with every labored breath that she took. She could read every detail of his face, the smoothness of his pale skin, the color of his mismatched eyes, how his eyebrows arched up slightly. So close she could smell his scent, his magic, and his strength it was a bit overwhelming.

Cheek still stinging from the impact of her hand against his face his rising anger turned to that of pure hunger as he held her so close to him. She was so beautiful when angry her cheek’s glowing, her breathing labored her eyes shone brightly. Those lips, how he wanted to taste them, before he could stop himself his lips met with hers.

Shocked, stunned, bewildered her heart sank and soared at the same time as his lips made contact with hers. Her whole body suddenly felt warm, excited, before she could return his kiss he broke away from her eyes filled with that strange gleam she had witnessed a couple of times before, "Hoggle take her to her room please."

Hoggle saw all that had transpired between the two stunned to the core when he watched Sarah slap the King and even more so when he watched him kiss her fiercely in return. Not hesitating he continued into the room taking Sarah’s hand in his as he lead a bewildered and speechless Sarah Williams out of the throne room. Her bewildered eye’s only leaving Jareth’s as she rounded the corner unable to see him any longer.