Thank you to all of my reviewers, and to the people that did not yell at me for the last chapter being so short. -looks pointedly at certain readers- anyways, on to my disclamer! ME NO OWN, YOU NO SUE! there, that ought to do it. On with the story!

"I apologize again for my subjects' unruly behavior…" said the King, but you could tell by the mischievous twinkle in his eye that he did not mean it.

"Out. Now." repeated a very miffed Sarah. After she had ridden her kitchen of the creatures, the king had come to investigate. And he would not leave.

"Now, now, Sarah. Don't be rude." drawled the king as he inched closer to the brunette.

"Rude? RUDE? Your goblins just attacked every available surface of my kitchen with their tongues! How is that for rude!?"

"Your cake is burning, dear one."

"SHITALKING MUSHROOMS!" exclaimed the girl. She grabbed some oven mitts and proceeded to take the cake out of the oven. Actually, she proceeded to do what can only be described as 'the oven dance'. It is a combination of a horror stricken face, hopping from one foot to the other, and saying unintelligible words such as "no-wah-ohoohh", "buah-que-halalala", "noah-noah-cakey-shiat". Jareth watched this with clear amusement in his eyes. The amusement turned to concern, however, when he heard a wail from the girl, which sounded something like "SHIAH-FUDGE-AAAHHHLLLAAAA!!!". Sarah slammed the cake on the stove.

"OOWWWW!!!" she howled.

"Are you ok, love? That looks pretty bad."

She merely growled menacingly at him. She sported a very large whelp on her arm near her shoulder, and as she surveyed the damage, tears began to well up in her eyes. Jareth leaned over next to her and pushed up the sleeve of her t-shirt to examine the injury. He caught a flash of something on her shoulder, but decided to wait until she was less angry to ask her about it.

"DON'T TOUCH IT!" 'That hurts so bad. Where is the Neosporin?' She was about to call to Toby to ask when the King touched the burn, and the pain went away. Her first thought was, 'well, guess I don't need Neosporin. Huh.' then 'hey, he isn't wearing his gloves. Wow his fingernails are pretty.'

"Umm… thanks."

"You're welcome. Now, what is that on your shoulder?"

Sarah blushed tomato red. Jareth, seeing this is a sign of invitation, reached out and pulled up her sleeve again to reveal a tattoo. It was an apple with a bite mark out of it, complete with green mist floating upwards and the inscription "Bite Me". To be perfectly honest, Sarah liked the tattoo. She was not inebriated or emotionally unstable when making the decision, and spent nearly two weeks picking it out. She just did not like the idea of others seeing the tattoo. Well, she did not like the idea of the person that she liked inspecting the tattoo like it was the Mona Lisa.

"Umm… could you please…. Yeah… stop?" the sentence started out strong, to be sure, but then kind of lead into a mumble as the king looked up at her. She then scooted slowly backwards and whipped around under the pretence of icing the cake. When she had gotten her voice back, she told him "Err… You can go in the living room, if you want, and sit with Toby. I'll bring you a piece in a minute…"

"Alright. See you then…"

Yeah, I liked this chapter. Do I need to add some fluff? Or some romance? If I do, tell me how. If I dont, YAY! I can't write romantic things!!! (or at least i have never tried...)