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Jareth and Damien's retreat into the the Aboveground, where they masqeurade as humans and even have library cards!!

Their house, just outside of NYC.

Alex grumbled to himself, Jareth was treating him as if he was stupid....he supposed that maybe he deserved some of it but he wasnt certain. Looking around at his surrounding he blinked in surprise at the normality of it all. "Woah......." he paused slightly looking around. He then quickly caught Jareth's eye in which he quickly hurried after him.

Alex nodded and promptly sat the box on the shelf sliding the clothe with his hand. He turned and waited for his next direction, holding out the clothe for the King of the Goblins to take.

Jareth came into view with Damien in his hand in thier upper room. Jareth looked at Damien and leaned forward to kiss him when he saw that he was hiding somthing with glamor. The King raised his hand to the cat's cheek. "May I ask?" He softly said, wanting to be told what he had wondered about for as long as he knew the cat.

Jareth curled his fingers in a loose fist and drew his fingers along the cat's neck. He looked into Damien's golden eyes, concern and love flashing through his own. "Will you tell the truth?" He said softly, lovingly.

Putting his hand at the small of Damien's back, Jareth looked down at Damien as he softly brushed a lock of sliver hair from the other man's face. He looked into the almost dead eyes and panic soared through him. "Take the glamor off now." He said, falling in his normal comanding position.

Scared, Jareth moved forward and pulled Damien closer to him, wanting to shield the cat, the boy, the man...his lover, from any and everything.

The moment Damien sunk into his arm's Jareth wraped his arm's protectivly around his lover and gently rested his head on top of the cat's. "I alway thought so." He said nad looked at Damien's jaw. He supressed a gasp, and took his hand away from the cat to whipe the teas away.

Jareth Bent down and picked up the slightly younger, slightly smaller, hurt man and walked over to thier bed. Why must the life, in the underground or the abovegound, be so difficult to thoes who don't deserve it?? Jareth wondered as he gently set Damien on the bed.

Jareth set next to Damien on the bed and reached out and took the cat's hand. "I have some skills in healing. I can at least start it on it's way...your fea blood should help too." He said, wishing he could make Damein forget about his life Underground for at least a brief moment.

Shamed, Jareth looked away from Damien, his eyes concentrating on the carpet. He puled his hand from Damien's and reach both out to cover the growing purple buise. He closed his eyes and sent his power into the cat's jaw, burning away the incetion and slowly envisoning the bone healing itself.

Jareth pulled his hands away and pushed himself out of bed. he walked out of the room and down the stairs. He entered the kitchen and felt the iron box below him. "Later." He said and walked to the fridge. He opened the freezer and pulled out a few ice cubes and put them in a plastic bag. Turning from the kitchen, he grabed a towel and made his way back to Damien.

Jareth sat back down on the bed, and placed the towle and ice on Damien's jaw. "I healed the bone, but not the muscle. Your father would be suspisous if there wasn't som damage left and I don't know how too." He nodded, but still wouln't look at the cat.

Jareth looked at Damien, trying hard not to get lost in thoes gloden orbs. "These past few days have been s**t. First Aven comes and turns everything on it's head, Sky looses confidence in herself and hten Aven had to go into the forbiden part of the castle. She wats so much...she wants trust...How can I give her trust when she not only wanders in the forbiden part of the castle, but takes things from the rooms!" Jareth's free hand gropped for Damien's. Finding it, he squeezed it; partly in fear and partly in the need for touch. He stroked it in quick fast movement's mirroring his feelings inside.

"She found a pure iron box, Damien. I can't even get within three feet of it. I know I need to see what's in side...but-" Jareth looked out the window to the tree outside. "What was so secret and important that if had to be loked in a solid iron box??" Jareth whispered the last part, knowing Damien would still be able to hear it.