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After Sarah's latest incident involving a dead rodent and an Owl whose name will not be mentioned under penalty of a Unholy glare, she decided it was time to head to her local Library for some good ole' fashion research.

…..and possibly some rest in-between the vast, full and dusty book cases of the archives.

You see she hadn't had a lot of rest recently and was running a bit low on energy.

Why you might ask, is a youthful spirited young woman with a supportive home and such a good head on her shoulders so completely exhausted?

If young Miss Sarah had the energy to answer she might obscurely mention a fluffy, feathered, pompous, white menace that was hell bent on ruining her life. And then proceed to huff in an annoyed fashion and glare up into the tree tops.

It had been several months since her new companion had soared into her life and while she had sworn to herself to heal the demented fowl, she had also become unequivocally become attached to this creature.

And heaven fore bid…come to find some of his more interesting quirks endearing.

She supposed that his strange behavior was the result of his prolonged stay in his Owl form.

This brings us to her current accent to the top of the concrete steps of her local state library; the multistory, grand white columned structure was set down town passed the park she used to recite script lines from certain foolish fairy tales.

Catching her breath, and glancing at the great oak tree that almost dwarfed the magnificent building she quickly located the tiny white blur that should have stayed at home and slept like a normal nocturnal bird.

"Geeze would it kill him to just once listen to directions and, stay at home?" Sarah huffed adjusting the shoulder strap of her messenger bag and pointedly avoiding the stare of her disobedient roomie.

Pushing her way through the chrome and glass revolving doors, she had to pause for a moment when she walked passed the entry hall and into the main center,

Various glittering mobiles hung from the highest point in the ceiling in the form of different avian and in various geometric shapes.

Making long strides toward the directory panel she located her desired destination on the fourth floor, tracing her future path with her index finger on the grid and committing the route to memory.

"Hmm up to the non fiction section, and left, then straight to the biology section." She mumbled to herself and speed walking towards the spiral stair case.

"Come on feet lets get going" she said, and then chuckled recalling the last time she had muttered the particular phase to her own anatomy.

Jareth sat patiently in the great tree while keeping a sharp ear out for the sound of his precious, luckily this blessed tree had an abundance of shady spots to hide from predators and the harsh sun, in.

The previous days he had followed her, and was stuck perching on the eves of roof tops and in those accursed Palm trees. It was an exhausting task keeping up with his diurnal companion.

He settled back drawing one taloned foot up into a sleeping position and ruffled his back feathers closing his eyes to catch up on some much needed rest.

Research had gone just about as well as planned Sarah had planned, she found multitudes of articles about using Owls as pest control, and what type of nests they liked to inhabit but, the most helpful however was a small self help book on Raptor Rehabilitation. Such as

"In spite of their sleepy and placid appearance, barn owls are very successful predators. They can see extremely well in the dark, and their hearing enables them to hunt and strike prey by sound alone."

Well at least he was eating well enough. She thought to her self.

"Their soft, downy feathers enable them to fly in near silence, making them fearsome and virtually undetectable predators."

Especially when taking a shower,

And, the most surprising fact was that she had completely gone about rehabilitation wrong.

But, then again most owls weren't really fae Goblin Kings in disguise either…

Standing and stretching out the kinks that had taken residency in her lower back due to several hours of reading Sarah gathered her chosen research materials and headed to the front desk to check out.

Skipping down the steps and heading back to her house, she was far to caught up in processing all the new information to notice that her fine feathered… stalker was no where to be seen.

Tossing a pile of laundered cloths on her bed Sarah tried to remain calm, and glanced at the clock 7:45 pm

"Just take deep breaths, Jareth always flies out for a bit to hunt maybe he was just super hungry."

Pacing about the room she finally settled on the task of reading a book, and tried to focus on the content.

9:50pm

"God where was he…"

12:20pm

She slid under the comforter and pulled the sheets up to her neck turning over on to her side so she could face the window.

2:15pm

Drifting in to an exhausted sleep, our worried Heroine didn't hear the soft creak of the window pane

Jareth awoke to the slam of a weighted door.

Fluffing his head feathers and glancing around he almost fell off the branch when he noticed the moons' position in the sky...

Over slept was an understatement that he didn't even have the luxury of having a inner dialogue about.

All this prompted a furious flurry of feathers and an indignant shriek and a post hast journey back to His champions residence.

….. Anxious did not even begin to describe the panic he currently felt as he glided on to the branch out side of Sarah's window and edging off the tip onto the window sill.

Opening up the window by tapping on it lightly with his beak, he entered Sarah's room and glided over to the edge of her quilt and tentatively brushing a feathered wing over her cheek.

Fearing the explosive temper she was known for he then backed away and waited for his Precious to open her eyes.

He almost wished she had screamed at him because when she slowly drifted back to consciousness and focused on his small form,

Silent tears began to roll down her cheeks, as she wordlessly slipped an arm out from under the covers and pulled him close.

Yielding…

This was not the fist time he had been rendered powerless nor, he suspected the last.