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AMELIORATION CHRONICLES II - RESOLUTIONS OF THE NEW YEAR

CHAPTER 3 - Of Determined Consternation

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The first full seventy-two hours without Jareth's exasperating behavior dogging her every move brought Sarah a sense of peacefulness she'd not experienced since their wager, perhaps even before that. The serenity pervaded her life so thoroughly, her work days veritably flew by without so much as a single true billable hour being completed as Sarah sat at her desk finding herself at a loss at how to begin.

After so many weeks of the excitement of being lost in his arctic eyes, she hardly knew how to do anything but think about Jareth, causing her work to suffer and other to notice. Sarah caught various co-workers giving her curious glares as she was not usually one to be so determinedly organized about not working.

"I told you it would eat you up inside," Tutu girl said."You should've talked to him instead going all postal.

Lovely, you're back; just when I thought I'd silenced you for good,Sarah told the evil, pink frou-frou portion of her psyche.

"You must know I'm never really gone, like a bad penny or herpes. Sooner or later I'll always turn up."

And you just had to add that visual did you? You are a sick, sick girl, Tutu.

"Remember... I'm really you, Sarah, so let's not commence any stone tossing!" Tutu shot back, and Sarah mentally smacked herself for having an insane argument with herself over her own sick sense of humor.

Focus on work, must get to work...

So far today she'd reorganized her desk top, all the drawers and note board, drank three cups of coffee, and emptied her trashcan...twice which reminded her of the amazing sex with Jareth the other night...twice...argh... Focus..Work...here to work... not think about wonderful, infuriating, sexy Goblin Kings!

Since her desk obviously wasn't conducive to her work environment at the moment, Sarah decided to take a little walk around the office, because when she thought about her desk she envisioned Jareth stripped naked and taking her over and over and over on said hardwood desk. Like some cheap dime store romance authoress, she imagined him sweeping her desk free of its workplace accoutrements, them laughing gleefully as the plastic and metal accessories crashed to the tile floor, Jareth freeing her body from the confining suit she was required to wear, and then making sweet, sweet love to her all day and night on that hard, hard desk.

Damn it! She had to get a hold of her hormones! She'd kicked him out barely three days ago, and still she could think of nothing else but his deliciousness. His pale, moonlight-skinned deliciousness...

"Sarah, hey, are you in there?" A voice cut through her daydream like a horror movie chainsaw and Sarah jumped, startled.

"What? Oh, Christy, hey.  Sorry, I didn't see you there," Sarah stammered and blushed, trying to cover her racy thoughts from one of her few semi-close friends other than Amanda.

"You looked like you were a million miles away. Something on your mind?" her co-worker asked, her brown eyes searching Sarah's slightly dazed ones.

"No, nothing, just tired I guess."

No way was she explaining Jareth to anyone just yet. Not since the Christmas party had she allowed him to meet any of her friends or co-workers. She'd always done her best to keep him and the rest of her life separate because, until and especially now, she just never knew what Jareth's motives were regarding her, and she didn't want to field a ton of questions. Is he your boyfriend? Is this serious? Do you love him? Boxer or Briefs?

How the hell should she know the answer to any of those questions? Well...she figured out the last one quick enough, neither, Jareth went commando. Like unwrapping her own birthday surprise every night! Stop thinking about Jareth naked...think about something, anything else...Bog of Eternal Stench...Hoggle in the Bog...Hoggle naked...eewww...

Unfortunately, Sarah had always sucked at relationships, romantic and otherwise; she supposed it went back to her mother abandoning her and her father's remarrying so quickly. Her step-mother tried, she really did, Sarah could see that in retrospect, but they never really clicked even after Sarah won Toby back and learned valuable lessons about life. yada, yada.

She and her step-mother tolerated one another, and her father remained an utterly clueless, middle-aged doof. Really, for a man who excelled at the law and claimed a 160 IQ he really stank in the understanding your daughter department. That was a big reason why Sarah became a lawyer.  Maybe if she became successful in her father's profession, they'd finally have something in common and he'd really see her. So far the plan seemed to be working; whenever she'd visit for family occasions her father would talk shop with her for hours and they'd connect over legal issues, but nothing more.

So she decided to became a partner.  Maybe then he'd really see her as a person, be proud of her and acknowledge her. Sarah held on to that dream; it's what drove her to accomplish so much, so young. But, dammit, her father sure was taking his time about figuring it out, and she was beginning to wonder if his middle-aged denseness would ever do so.

Which brought her back around to her relationship with Jareth, if that what it was, if she hadn't ruined it...if, if, if.  It caused her to question everything she'd ever planned for her life.  Was she wrong?  Was this wrong?

"Well, you do look tired, but your eyes say distracted. A very particular type of distracted I'd say," Christy said with the voice of a knowledgeable female. "I've known you for the entire three years you've worked here, Sarah, and you're always so focused. What or who has you so off kilter, dare I ask?" Christy nudged her and waggled her eyebrows suggestively, bringing forth a groan from the victimized and much put-upon Sarah, who considered denying Christy's implication for about a nanosecond. Then she really, really felt the sudden need to confide in someone, a female someone especially, other than Tutu Girl.

"Did you see the man that escorted me to the Christmas party?" Sarah asked.  She'd never introduced them, but Jareth tended to make an impression on the female population, and many of the males as well.

"Did I ever! Girl, did you raid a GQ model convention? Where did you meet him?" Christy gushed.

"It's sort of a long story.  Let's just say I've known him since high school," Sarah answered sheepishly, with a shrug and a head duck, trying to be as truthful as possible.

"High school sweethearts?"

Tutu girl sputtered in the recesses of Sarah's brain. "Is that what we're calling it now?

And Sarah sputtered along with Tutu, "No! Nothing like that! Just friends." Sarah's face changing several shades of reddish purple, then she added in a mumbled voice, "Until recently that is."

"Aha! I knew it! You are that kind of distracted, nice!" Christy commenced a little dance that looked remarkably similar to Tutu Girl's dance, and Sarah's mortification amplified when numerous co-workers watched them with growling interest.

"Stop that!" Sarah grabbed Christy's arms forcing her to freeze. "People are staring, besides ... it's complicated."

"Complicated? Are you bonkers? What's complicated about a total biscuit of a man wanting you?" Christy's voice raised an octave, then her eyes widened in shock. "Oh shit, he doesn't want you? He dumped you? Oh, Sarah!"

"No! No, he didn't dump me." Sarah released one of Christy's arms, then dragged her into the break room by her one arm for a semblance of privacy, since more of their co-workers had ceased working entirely treating them as their afternoon dramatic television. "I sort ... of maybe ... dumped him, but I'm not sure because it was a stupid fight," Sarah blurted out, once the break room door shut behind them leaving them alone.

Christy's expression grew more shocked and disappointed which each word. "Out with it, tell me everything that happened." Her friend crossed her arms with a determined stance.

Sarah spilled every detail. Well ... not every detail.  She wasn't a kiss and tell type of girl, not to mention she didn't care to chance Christy snapping up any juicy Jareth bits Sarah left lying about.  But she explained enough for Christy to get the gist of her dilemma. Should she or shouldn't she? Should she call him back only after three days, chance a real relationship, but what if he didn't want that? What if she ruined it like she usually did? Boyfriends tended not to last long around Sarah Williams—man-eater extraordinaire. Chew'em up and spit'em out and onto the next one ... but now ... maybe she didn't want to move on to the next one.

"Sarah, you like this guy, right?" Christy asked in a serious tone, her face sincere.

Sarah shrugged. "Maybe.  Yeah, I think so."

"You really like this Jareth. I've never seen you so twisted up over anyone other than your father."

Rolling her eyes Sarah flopped into a chair.  "Ugh, please don't mention him."  She was exasperated with every alpha male in her life.

Christy joined her at the break table. "Look, my advice is this. You need to talk to him like you originally planned. Lay it all out on the table. If he feels the same way about you, and I suspect he does, it'll all work out. Give him and yourself a chance, because you never know when the real thing will show up, and trust me you don't what to miss that train."

Sarah groaned laying her head on the table. "I knew you were gonna say that. I suck at relationship talks. I always say the wrong thing then bamm-o, pissed off ex-boyfriend."

Christy patted her head. "Just try it one more time, hon, I think you might be surprised."

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Three days.  Three days, and the blasted girl persisted in ignoring him! Stunned, Jareth had spent the better part of the first two days pacing various rooms in his castle, his goblins scrambling in fear for their partially clean hides as they had no desire for any free-fly punting into the Bog. Kingy's mood was quite severe lately, which could only mean the queen-to-be was involved. She was usually the cause when Kingy's mood deteriorated, unless Trolls were the cause, but none of the smarter goblins, Skittle in particular, had heard any rumors of Troll schemes or intrigues lately, so it had be to her.

After their latest fight, he'd teleported home in a prideful huff still wearing her fluffy, mint green towel, and only her towel. He'd assumed Sarah would crater and call him back to her within a few hours, a day tops.

So when three days passed without so much as a whisper from her, his patience thinned to epic proportions. Blast her! How dare she play with him in such a manner! After all he'd done for her, after all he felt for her. How much more must he do to prove his love?

The stubborn, irrational, infernal ... gods below he missed her! He slapped his thigh with his riding crop which brought back memories of that night in the museum when he teased her with it ... running over her breast, down her hips, and over her thigh where he slapped her once before bringing it back up between her thighs under her dress... Jareth's snug leather pants grew quite a bit snugger, and he reached down to adjust himself.

He must stop persecuting himself with memories and fantasies of his sensual Sarah. He swore he wouldn't show his face to her before she called him, and intended on following through with his vow. He would, he could out last her! He wanted her as his queen, but she wasn't a queen yet/  Bloody hell, he was king and he would have his way come a cold day in Hades. But first he needed a drink or twelve.

"Skittle!" he yelled for his faithful, little goblin who appeared scurrying from around a corner into his throne room.

"Kingy call Skittle?" The goblin bounced nervously at Jareth's black booted foot.

"Watch the castle; I'm going out." And he vanished from his throne room leaving Skittle covered in a flurry of silver glitter.

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Jareth preferred Aboveground pubs whenever serious drinking needed doing as the Goblin City served only the finest swill. and the rest of the Underground was a "dry county".  Not because of a lack of alcohol, the lack of intelligent life being the main deterrent to imbibing.  Undines were the best of the races, yet they had no understanding of it. Which was why he spent quite a deal of his time Aboveground; even if most mortals were laughably simple, at least he derived many, many years of entertainment value from watching and interacting with them, especially while drunk.

Arriving at one of his favorite drinking establishments, mortal glamour in place and dressed in tight jeans, black t-shirt and black leather jacket with matching boots, Jareth entered the shady public house and sauntered directly to the bar. The head of every woman in sniffing distance turned in his direction and several men as well.

A discreet smirk curled Jareth's mouth, the tips of his sharp teeth peeking passed his lips; Sarah may not realize how lucky a girl she was, but Jareth knew others would crawl to him, begging to serve his every need, and all he need do is but grant their requests. Unfortunately, however tempting as the idea was, the only woman who thrilled him pushed him away.  He ground his teeth reminded of her, again.

"What can I get you, pal?" the bartender asked as Jareth sat on an available stool.

"Single malt scotch, neat, double," he requested, his voice all business.

"You got it." The young, slightly rough looking bartender placed a highball glass on the counter and poured Jareth two fingers of high quality amber liquid.

Jareth slid a credit card to the man.  He had a fake identity he'd created decades ago which he kept updated for realism. The balance on the card cleared every month from accounts he replenished magically, but everyone actually got paid. Jareth may be a trickster, but he wasn't a thief, no matter what certain people said.

Grabbing the glass, Jareth tossed back the contents in one swallow. A great many years of practice went into his drinking skills. He enjoyed the burn scouring his throat,grimacing a bit before lightly slamming the glass on the bar and ordering another. And another, and another...

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The blonde hung on Jareth's right arm like a dirty toga while the red head draped over his other arm, both fawning over him. All three were seriously toasted and laughing hysterically.

"Sso then I bought the bloody necklace for her caushe I could tell sshe wanted it, but sshe shtorms off accushing me of 'buying her', can you believe it?" Jareth told the two women hanging on his every slurred word.

"No!" they exclaimed together, aghast that any woman would reject such a man.

"Yesh ... then after a terribly romantic weekend, and some of the besht shex in two realms, if I do shay sho myshelf provided by yours truly, she acts distant then prosheeds to kick me out of her home!" Jareth expounded to his enthralled audience as he nursed his tenth or eleventh double scotch. He'd lost count after his ninth.

"You poor thing! I would never kick you out." The red head snuggled up closer to Jareth, working her way under his arm. Jareth eyed her strangely, as if wondering who she was and how she'd gotten so close to him.

"You wouldn't, hmmm?" he asked, then turned his head to the blonde on his opposite side. "What about you?"

"You're safe with me, baby," she answered, slipping under his other arm, and Jareth's face suddenly looked confused, but couldn't quite remember why.

He leaned into the blonde's face, then loosely swiveled his head to red. "Pardon, but do I know you? Either of you?" Both of his arms were draped over the women's shoulders while he sat on the bar stool.

"You can know us as well as you want," Blonde said, rubbing closer.

"That's right," Red agreed.

"Oh, well..." Jareth's exceedingly inebriated brain and vision attempted to focus on the two ladies, but something important niggled at the backburner of his conscience, something about brown hair and infernal damnation. No wait ... that wasn't right.  Infernal, brown hair? Internal damnation ... no.  Maybe it was eternal damnation because of infernal, brown hair.

Bloody hell, what was so important?

"So, how about it, Jar? You want to get to know us better?" Red asked as her hand caressed his denim clad crotch, which was decidedly not firm, making Jareth jump and a vision of an infuriating beauty crystallized in his foggy mind.

Sarah! Bloody hell...what would she think of me right now? What would she do?

"She'd flay you alive but she'd wait until after you sobered up, that's what she'd do,his stupid internal voice finally answered.

Where the hell were you three hours ago?

But his conscious was correct, and bloody hell...she'd make a cruel queen! Part of Jareth grinned at the thought. but understood he'd better end the night now before things really got out of hand and whatever chance remained with Sarah vanished faster than one of his crystals spinning over his arm. He really hated this love crap. He'd never turned down offers from exceptionally willing woman until he'd been unfortunate enough to crash land his life back into Sarah's.

"Ladies, I apologizhe but I really musht be going home...alone." He gracefully withdrew his arms from the women and stood, while the women whined as their catch for the night slipped away. "But it's been a pleashure." He bowed his head slightly, nearly losing his balance, then proceeded to weave his way out of the bar before teleporting home, prepared to endure a world-ending hangover while cursing Sarah's name and Eros, as well. Next time he ran into that winged freaked he'd take his quiver of arrows and shove them right up his -!
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