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Sitting in the open window, Jareth thoughtfully watched his Kingdom.

The plan to make Sarah angry had worked better than he could have imagined, but this plan also had some unexpected side effects.

For example, his new position as a goalie, catching goblins before they flew out the window was not something he had planned out.

Sarah, while mostly stalking around the castle and city on her own to blow off steam, had taken on the habit to kick or throw goblins out of her way if they would linger around her for too long.

At first it had amused the Goblin King, seeing his subordinates being pummeled with as he usually would do to them, but the girl had proven to be more aggressive as him and many of the goblins had complained by now. He figured it was high time to seek out Sarah's company again, but he was waiting for the right moment to approach her. He wouldn't want any... accidents to happen.

He could see that Sarah left the city and was going towards the junk yard. She seemed tired to Jareth. Perhaps this would be the time to go to her, he decided.

With great strides, Sarah made her way through the heaps of garbage towards anywhere but near the castle. She could feel herself calm down more and more as she went further from that blasted city.

As she arrived at the edge of the forest, she allowed herself to stop and take a deep breath. She plopped herself against the nearest tree and closed her eyes, exhaling loudly. She didn't know what to do with herself. She knew she was only still here because of her weakness. She wanted to go home and fling herself on her bed. She remembered the sound of her music box playing Green Sleeves, the tune that had soothed her in the naive days of her past, and wished to hear it again.

She realized too late she had wished for this and sure enough, the light she could see through her eyelids turned dark. It was Jareth standing in front of her, she knew for sure, but she couldn't bother to open up her eyes. After all he had done to her, she didn't even feel that he deserved to be gazed upon by her.

The rustling of his cape and the slight scrunch of leather told Sarah he was either leaning down, or kneeling in front of her. She wondered which it was, and was almost tempted to open her eyes. She didn't. Temptation be damned, she was more curious on what he would do next.

"Sarah, dearest," his hand found its way on her shoulder, his warm breath on her cheek, and she suppressed a shiver.

Nope, never mind, she didn't want to know what he would do, this was getting old times creepy and she didn't want him to think she had grown meek. Her eyes shot open and she quickly held him at an arm's length.

"What is it, Goblin King?" she replied coldly, taking in his considerate look. His lips pressed together forming a thin line. They held eye contact for a while, the air growing tenser each passing second. Sarah's arms dropped to her side, but the distance between them stayed. After what felt like forever, he finally spoke up, "If you promise to come back with me, I'll take you for a walk upstairs."

Sarah let the offer sink in. Upstairs? Oh right, in the book this place was also called the Underground. She didn't know how much time had passed there in contrast to here. Would it be worth to go? Shouldn't she consider a counter offer? Why would she go back with him?

"Why should I come back here with you?" she sighed.

Jareth laughed shortly at her question.

"What's so funny?" she quirked an eyebrow.

"Didn't you notice? You haven't once made an attempt to leave this place since you came here."

Her nostrils flared and her eyes widened slightly, "Just because I didn't ask, doesn't mean I don't want it."

Jareth grinned and straightened himself, offering her a hand,

"Well then... How about it, Sarah?"

Sarah frowned, why did he have to use her name so often? It made her want to defy him whenever she could, but this offer was not something to think of lightly.

She took his outstretched hand, making sure to show her disdain as he hauled her up.

"No funny business or you won't see me ever again."

"Heh," Jareth leaned in, his face close to Sarah, "You just shook on it, no turning back now."

Before Sarah could object, her sight blurred in a poof of smoke and glitter.