Chapter 13: Usurp

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A/N: Sorry for the delay. I recently started college (or I suppose it isn't so recent anymore.) and I have been super super busy.

Sarah ignored the growling of her stomach as she looked at the food in front of her. She wanted to be stubborn and reject what he had offered her. But weeks without any sustenance had her stomach twisting and telling her to damn her pride.

She sighed and picked up an apple and played with it. She turned it in her hands, unknowingly mimicking the movement that Jareth commonly made when had a crystal in hand. She pressed her lips to the skin of the apple and sighed.

What was she to do. She had decided, simply out of nowhere, that she wanted the king's affection. But she also knew, after suffering these years, that she wanted to torture him somewhat. Return the favor of what he had done to her.

She bit into the apple and wiped away the juice running down her chin. She looked once again at the food he had given her. Peaches.

She rolled her eyes. In the five years she had spent with the Goblin King he had never once given her a peach after her journey through the labyrinth.

It seemed the Goblin King wanted to play a game, and for the first time in years Sarah was more than ready to be a willing participant.

When Jareth awoke hours later he rubbed his face and looked around his office. Things had to be done. He had let things fall to the way side while he waited to find out whether Sarah would awaken.

He pushed a pile of papers off his desk and decided to get around to them later. He pulled his gloves back on his hands and stood.

He looked at the door. He wanted to go see Sarah, to perhaps toy with her a bit. But he was also afraid.

Afraid of how he would react upon being with the Sarah he had craved for years simply fall back into his lap. Afraid of how she would react.

Jareth the Goblin King no longer wanted to be seen as the antagonist to Sarah's story. He wanted to be a foil, a companion. He wanted to be so many things, but he was terrified that he would never be able to obtain such status.

Jareth the Goblin King for the first time in many, many years was terrified that Sarah would decide to still see him the way she had five years prior.

Sarah had watched one moon pass. She never had a clock in her room, she had never bothered to ask.

All she knew was she sat and watched as the sun fell and reappeared once. She ran her hands over her legs and grimaced at the texture.

She felt sticky, like she had when she was younger and had had to spend a few days in bed.

Sarah drew herself a bath and laid in the tub. She wanted to shake the Goblin King to his core. Show him he hadn't won.

The wheels were turning in Sarah's head and she began to formulate a plan of how to usurp the Goblin King in the most enjoyable way possible.