Post-it Affection Chapter 2

Sarah got to her feet. There was no point moping even though she was in a panicpanicshitshitfuuucck sort of mood. "Well, come on feet." Sarah murmured to herself. She began to laugh ever so slightly hysterically before calming down and looking around. She had to get herself together. Just because he had come back into her life didn't mean she had to lose her head.

Sarah decided to tidy her room. Laundry in, bin emptied, bed linens changed and 15 minutes later she sat down to a - squark?

Yes, a squark; Because at her feet, there was a chicken. In a harness. And attached to the harness was "Poogh! What are you doing here?" The navy haired goblin froze, turned around guiltily and began to edge away from the Quality Streets. The brightly coloured wrappers entranced him and his fellow goblins every time he visited, so Sarah was always sure to leave them out. It quieted them down for few hours anyway (which after last times' disaster with a nerf gun, a broken picture frame and toothpaste do not ask was direly needed) as they played with the shiny paper.

"Nuffink Lady S." The young goblin muttered, looking at his abnormally large feet. Sarah looked on doubtfully. Three years of dealing with goblin taught her that they always had a motive behind their actions. The reason may just be rampant chaos, but there always was one. Anyway, at this point she had bigger fish to fry than a suspicious visit. He, (Jareth, her mind whispered,) was back in her life.

Wait. Was he? Could this all be solved easily? Poogh was a known prankster, maybe he put the post-it on her mirror! She took a look at the neon pink paper again. Maybe not though, Poogh wasn't around in her Run that she had seen, and if she was honest, probably wouldn't have been able to get his hands on that much glitter. Truly, it was impressive.

Ok. Ok, ok, ok. So. Jareth was back. She was still an idiot. Now, she had to decide what to do. What had he written again?…'You should take more care'? Really? How fucking patronising, Sarah angrily thought. Well, she could be just as patronising back! He would see! No one looks down on he- "Poogh! What are you doing with those?!" The small goblin looked up, his mouth half full of plastic and foil. "Mjehvnshk!" He called back. In the resultant silence, Poogh swallowed and repeated "I'm just havin' a snack!"

"Well can you do a little quieter?" Sarah irritably responded before returning to the task at hand. She suddenly tacked on "And don't feed it to the chicken, she is fat enough as is." Finally coming up with an equally condescending response, she tore off a yellow post-it from the bloc on her desk and scrawled an angry reply. "Ha!" she yelled, "Let's see how he likes this!" About to place the post-it on her mirror, she stopped and rocked back on her heels. Her initial anger done with, she remembered a key fact from her research of the Fae. They were prideful and playful in equal measures. Was it really wise to infuriate Jareth? There were no rules here to protect her, she didnt know if she could declare him out of her life again. The Fae were cruel to those who crossed them. And, hadn't she matured? Grown up from that little girl into a responsible-ish woman?

With that in mind, she screwed up the angry yellow post it and threw it away. She told herself to be measured. Prove to him you've changed her mind whispered. She suddenly recoiled, what? She wasn't proving anything to him just to herself. Yes, that's right, herself. Engrossed in her writing, this time on a orange pad, she missed the muttering of Poogh, "I thought we got her that time, why is Lady being so stubborn…" Trailing off into indecipherable murmurs he turned away and, remounting his chicken, rode away into the mirror.

"A-ha! Poogh I've…got…it…" Her voice trailing off as she looked up many post-its later to find Poogh gone. "Well, how strange." Sarah shook off the strage visit from one of her (secretly) favourite goblins and focussed on what she had come up with for her return message.

You taught me this well, Goblin King. Merry meet. The note read.

Ok so it was a bit lame, Sarah knew. But, maybe with proper respect, Jareth would leave her life, deciding that she wasn't worth it. She placed the note back on the mirror and smiled, waiting.

Nothing happened. She waited another ten minutes and - nothing happened. She eventually had to leave to do chores and it was only then that something happened. A black gloved hand reached through the mirror and grasped the reflection of the note. The original orange turned white and turned into so much dust that dispersed unnoticeably over the room.

The wicked visage on the others side smiled a Cheshire Cat grin, as the clock struck 6pm on the mortal world and 13 o'clock in the Labyrinth.

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Hello everyone, I know it is not the time I promised (summer got wild). If you are following me and not this fic, this may not be the update you are looking for *uses Jedi mind trick*, but nevertheless, have some Labyrinth.

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