bloodsong1 | Gods, I hate plot bunnies sometimes.

"You have no power over me."

The barn owl flew out the door and into the night, pausing only a little while in a tree to confirm his time really was over. She did not call him, so he returned to his native realm. Transforming to his normal shape, a creature of shadows and rainbows, he knelt before the giant stone throne.

"Agent SW1972, reporting for reassignment."

"WELL DONE, AGENT." His lord rumbled.

"Thank you, my lord."

"THIS is the twit who took my place?" A cold, sardonic voice asked. Jareth, King of the Goblins, stepped out of the shadows lurking around the Dream God's throne. A single crystal danced around his hand.

"Oh, stop being a sore loser, Goblin King." This voice was female. Agent SW1972 gaped as a female figure materialized, leaning casually against his lord's left armrest. Swathed in gold, red hair coiled neatly in a hairstyle the dream prince hadn't seen in years, she too juggled a sphere across her fingers. Her ball was translucent gold and gleamed with its own light.

"Took his place?" The agent asked, very confused. Morpheus sighed within his shadows.

"THE GOBLIN KING MADE A WAGER WITH LADY LUCK WHETHER YOUR DREAMER WOULD ACCEPT THE OFFER OR NOT. HIS MAJESTY LOST."

"You mean..." Agent SW1972 trailed off as Lady Luck smiled sweetly.

"Yes, it was all real. Did you really think someone as stuck up as His Majesty would stoop to interact with a mere mortal? He allowed you to manifest in his Labryinth to test Sarah Williams." The Arctype explained. Jareth scowled, his crystal dancing faster. Lady Luck's orb matched the change with a careless air. "Almost a shame, really, that her Prince of Dreams matched him so closely. It gave him an edge, but only to a point. In the end, it was really up to her."

"Wait a minute. The ballroom was a dream!" Agent SW1972 protested. That had been his favorite part! Lady Luck shrugged.

"His Majesty was generous allowing you free run of his domain for the thirteen hours. It was only fair to allow him some time in yours. Of course, what I call 'fair' isn't really up to anyone else's standards." She chuckled, a warm, velvety sound. Morpheus smiled to himself. His agent grumbled and Jareth snorted.

"What happens now?" The dream prince asked.

"YOU WILL BE REASSIGNED. A BOY, THIS TIME. SOMETHING EASY. AGENT, YOU ARE NOW MD2000. GO." Agent MD2000 bowed his head and vanished.

So, wanna know what they bet? *cackles*