Hi everyone. This is a short story that was going through my head, so I decided to let it out so I could get some peace and quiet LOL. Anyhoo, it may be left as is, or if my muse is nice to me it will be part of another story. Either way, I hope you enjoy it!

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Sarah wrapped her jacket around herself, shivering against the damp air. She looked around in confusion. She had no idea where she was, or how she had gotten there. It seemed as though she were in a forest. She was able to discern the shapes of trees and underbrush as she walked forward, but the fog was so thick she could barely see a few feet ahead of her. What struck her as strange was the lack of sound. Usually a forest would be alive with the sounds of its inhabitants but there was nothing.

Soon the fog thinned out and she found herself in a clearing. She sat down and leaned against a boulder so she could think. The last thing she remembered was sitting on her favorite bench in the park, reading a great novel. She had wanted to enjoy the autumn afternoon, and she could not think of a better way to spend it. Then she was walking through the forest. That still did not explain how she got here. Feeling a tension headache coming on she sat back and closed her eyes. She must have been tired for she did not even realize it when she fell asleep.

When she awoke a couple hours later she winced at the stiffness of her neck and limbs. Sitting in the same position in the damp air for so long was definitely a bad idea. She gingerly made her way to her feet, yawned and stretched a bit. She looked around and tried to decide what her next move should be when she noticed a cloaked figure sitting on a log about a hundred feet to her right. She started walking over and she saw it had a hood coving its head. Perhaps this creature could shed some light on her predicament. The creature had its head bowed and the hood hid its features completely.

Standing in front of it, she cleared her throat and said, "Excuse me." When she got no response she asked, "I was wondering if you could help me."

The creature sighed. "Now why would I want to do that?" a very familiar voice asked. It raised its head and fixed a mismatched gaze on Sarah.

Sarah's had shot up as she gasped in shock. She had also stepped back a few feet and lost her balance. He smirked when she landed on her backside.

"Well I had wanted you to fall for me, Sarah. But that's not exactly what I had in mind." he stated in his fine voice. He stood up and shrugged the cloak off his shoulders.

Sarah could only stare back in horror. It was not him that frightened her. She was simply horrified by what he had become. His wild mane hung limply around his shoulders. He had deep dark circles under his eyes and, while he was always thin and pale before, he looked gaunt and sickly now.

He stood with his arms folded and his head tilted slightly as he looked at her. The smirk was still there, but his eyes looked empty and hollow now. He looked like a slight breeze would bowl him over. Sarah slowly made her way to her feet without taking her eyes off of him. She stepped closer and reached out.

He shirked away from her; his smirk replaced with a look of fear and anger. "Don't touch me!" he said sharply.

She withdrew her hand and felt a tear slip down her cheek. With a choked voice she asked, "My god, Jareth. What happened to you?"

His eyes narrowed as he regarded her question. He was convinced she was trying to trick him into letting his guard down so she could move in for the kill. After all, wasn't she supposed to be an actress? He searched her eyes for any hint of maliciousness, but all he saw was genuine concern and sorrow. This disturbed him greatly, for even after all that she had done to him he could not bear to see her in such a state. Jareth tore his gaze away from her and wearily sat back down on the log. His emotions were reeling. He had never been so confused and unsure before. He put his head in his hands and tried to make sense of it all.

Sarah's heart felt heavy as she watched him. Gone was the arrogant, self- centered Goblin King that she remembered. All that was left in his place was a vulnerable and broken man named Jareth. She sat down on the log, facing him. She took is hands in hers and moved them away from his face.

Jareth let his hands fall, but quickly turned his head away from Sarah so she would not be able to see the turmoil that was going on inside him. He wasn't quick enough though, for she had anticipated this and caught his chin.

She turned his head so she could see his face and asked quietly, "Did I cause this?" He didn't answer; he just squeezed his eyes shut so he wouldn't have to look at her. He felt her wipe something wet from under his eye.

Sarah rubbed her fingers together and looked at the glittery residue that was there. She couldn't believe he was crying. Without hesitating she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him to her. At first he resisted but then allowed her to comfort him.

He had been very wrong about her. Even though he didn't know why she had returned, he was sure it wasn't to finish him off. He was amazed that someone who was so cruel could be capable of so much compassion. Before he knew it or could do anything stop it, he was sobbing with relief. She must not hate him after all. Sarah did not speak; she just held him and stroked his hair.

If either Jareth or Sarah had looked up, they would have seen Hoggle and Didymus giving each other a 'high-five.'

Didymus quietly said, "Well, Sir Hoggle. It doth look like our task is complete."

Hoggle nodded. "Yes. It seems that all will be right soon."

With that, they turned and walked back to their home to give their king and his love some privacy.

The End (maybe!)