...Jett...

...Wake up Jett...

Jett!

"N-no, get back!" Jett jolted out of her sleep, her eyes held shut tight while she shot her body away from whomever was shaking her shoulder. She didn't get far at all, her body slamming against the nearby wall. "Don't hurt me..." Jett kept her eyes closed while she clutched at her arms, sweat and tears beading down her face and intermingling with each other as her heart pounded violently in her chest.

"Woah, calm down." Jett flinched when she felt a hand lightly touch her shoulder again, letting a whimper out while she tensed her body up. "Open your eyes, angel. You're okay." Jett recognized the voice finally, obeying Sans and opening her eyes up to the dimly lit room that the two were in. Jett's eyes adjusted enough to see that she was in Sans room on his bed along with him, Sans sitting on the edge of the mattress with a concerned and almost saddened look on his face as he leaned over in his attempt to calm Jett.

"Sans... I-I'm sorry, I..." Jett's panic turned to sudden concern when memories from before she had been knocked out cold flooded her mind. "Where's Frisk? Is he okay?!" Jett jumped at Sans, grabbing both of his shoulders as the skeleton continued to stare at her with worry. Sans grabbed her wrists and forced her back a little.

"Jett, settle down. Frisk is fine, he's downstairs right now with Paps." He released his grip on Jett as her nerves began to calm. "But you, on the other hand, are obviously not okay. I'm pretty god damn pissed at you." His concerned face quickly turned scolding one, his eye sockets narrowing in on Jett. Jett felt herself sink under his gaze, turning her eyes away from him as though she were a child being lectured by an upset parent."I told you to stay here with Paps while I was gone, and not even 10 minutes later I get a call from him saying that you've run off!" He raised his voice at her, Jett flinching at his tone.

"I-I'm sorry." She managed to muster a timid apology out, but it was quickly put down by Sans.

"Sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it. Do you think 'sorry' would have been okay if you had been killed?" Jett kept silent as she nervously ran her fingers through her hair. "You're lucky that Papyrus and I found your before Flowey, or anyone else for that matter, did." Jett felt overwhelmed by the events as tear began to brim at the edge of her eyes.

"...I just didn't think straight. I saw Frisk on some show on the tv, and this robot just took out this chainsaw from no where and-"

"Jett." Sans interrupted Jett's rambling as he shook his head from side to side, his voice lowering back down to it's normal, calm tone. "Think back to when I told you about the timeline resets for a second here. Frisk has gone through the Underground on his own multiple times before you ever showed up. He's basically an expert at not getting himself killed by Monsters at this point, so you really don't need to worry about him." Jett took in Sans words, her stupidity really hitting her in this situation. "You however, this is your first rodeo down here. You don't know how things will play out for you like Frisk does. Even though you know how to use your magic a little better than before, it doesn't mean anything if you let your guard down."

"...You're right. I guess I just wasn't thinking straight." Jett ran a hand through her hair, letting a sigh out and leaning up against the wall behind her. She flinched when she bumped her shoulder up against the drywall, her hand shooting up to hold her arm while she hissed out in pain.

"Are you injured?" Sans reached a hesitant hand out towards Jett, any of his previous anger seeming to completely disappear to be replaced with concern once more. "What even happened to you back there, did someone attack you?"

What did happen? Jett wasn't even sure herself. She thought hard but came up blank, the memory seeming to come back as a huge blur. A creak at the door brought Jett out of her thoughts back to the present, her and Sans heads turning quickly as the light from the hallway spilled in to the room.

Sans let a chuckle out as he faced back to Jett with his eye sockets shut. "Hey kiddo. Ease-dropping is rude, you know." A few quiet seconds passed before the door opened to reveal that Frisk was in fact listening in to their conversation. The three remained silent as Frisk closed the bedroom door behind him, leaning his body up against the back of it. He kept his eyes to the ground as he fidgeted with his fingers in front of him. "You hear the whole conversation?" Frisk shook his head side to side. "Well, how much of it did you hear?" No reply.

"Frisk?" Jett's quiet voice broke the silence in the room Frisk seemed to react to her, his back straightening against the door as his breath hitched in his throat.

"...The resets." He spoke quietly. His voice was still so unfamiliar to Jett, it sending chills down her spine as he peered up at her.

"Welp, looks like that cats outta the bag." Sans let a laugh out, opening his eye sockets back up as he re-positioned himself on the bed to face Frisk. "I'm assuming you remember each reset too, right kid?" Frisk nodded his head nervously.

"...I'm sorry." Frisk let a small sob out as he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater.

"Frisk, come here." Jett patted the space beside her, Frisk quickly taking the invitation offered to him. He rushed on to the mattress and surprisingly latched his body on to Sans, the skeleton taken aback by the sudden embrace from Frisk. He chuckled as returned a hug back to Frisk, his grin widening as he rested his chin lazily on top of Frisk's head.

"You've been resetting to find Jett, haven't you?" Frisk nodded into Sans collar at his question."Heh, I knew it. It's okay, kiddo. I'm not mad at you." Sans gaze met with Jett's. "I know you just wanted Jett back. I'd do the same if I had a cool older sister like her, too." Jett felt her face burn up with the passive compliment that Sans gave, turning her gaze away from him as she also fidgeted with her hands. Frisk pulled away from Sans and turned his attention on to Jett. She smiled down at him as she pulled him into her body, planting a kiss on top of his head as he wrapped his arms around her sore frame.

"And I'd do the same for an awesome little brother like you, too." She felt Frisk let a laugh out in to her jacket before pulling away from her with a smile. He looked up at her as Jett wiped the remaining tears from his cheeks. Frisk's smile faltered a little as his eyes landed on Jett's forehead, his hand reaching up and brushing her hair off to the side. Jett hesitated as her brother starred up at the marking on her face, not too sure what to say in the moment.

"...What's that?" He asked as he pulled his hand away from Jett. "It's new."

"Um, well. As you may have heard while you were listening in..." Jett looked over to for a moment Sans as he lazily starred back, Jett turning back to Frisk as she felt her nerves act up for the hundredth time in this sitting. "I have some, uh, magical abilities. I've been training with Undyne and Sans- well, mostly Undyne- on how to use them."

"...Can you show me?" He asked shyly, his smile returning back on to his face.

"Right now?" She questioned, looking back over at Sans for some kind of approval.

"Go for it, angel." He winked at her as Jett tensed up, feeling the embarrassment of the new pet name that Sans had given being used in front of someone else. Frisk looked between Sans and Jett with judgmental eyes while Jett laughed nervously as she scrambled to her feet.

"You'll understand the nickname in a second here." Jett turned to face the two on the bed, her soul easing out of her body as it dimly lit the dark room. She held her right hand out to the side of her, her rapier materializing out of thin air as her wings formed and folded out behind her, giving a gentle flap as Frisk's eyes grew wide. "This is the new stuff that I learned about recently. I can also do this." Jett held her hand out in front of her and formed her usual shield between her and the two boys, she held it for a brief moment before letting it fade away.

Frisk jumped up off the bed and ran over to his sister to admire her up close. Frisk first looked at the weapon in her hand with awe before running behind her next, grabbing onto one of Jett's wings and tugging on it gently. "...Cool." He mumbled as he walked back in front of her once more, taking one last look before Jett let her wings and rapier disintegrate away, her soul retreating back to safety inside her.

"'Cool' is one way you could describe it, but I'd rather say that it's pretty fly." Sans opened his smart mouth, Jett letting a laugh out as Frisk just shook his head in disappointment.

"You're the worst." Jett said through her chuckles, her and Frisk making their way back to sit next to Sans on the bed. A series of loud knocks at the door brought everyone's attention to the entrance of the room once more, the person behind the door not waiting for a response and bursting in to the room.

"I hope you are well, Jett!" Papyrus came in to the room with a plate in hand. "You really should not run away like that again, you had me very worried about your well being!" Jett felt the guilt for her actions hit her tenfold with the look on Papyrus's face. He genuinely looked as though he were concerned for her.

"I'm really sorry, Paps. I don't know what came over me." She rubbed her arm as her brows furrowed, her gaze turning to the plate in his hand. "Is that the food you were cooking earlier?" Papyrus's worry quickly turned to excitement at the mention of his meal.

"Why yes, it is! This is defiantly one of my best culinary masterpieces as of yet!" Jett was handed a plate of spaghetti with charred tomato sauce, a single piece of what Jett thought to be parsley resting at the very top of the pile of pasta. Jett let a nervous laugh out as the burnt smell reached her nose.

"Wow, this really is, uh, somethin'." Jett took the fork that rested on the plate and poked at the pasta, a mushing sound very clearly heard as she twirled the spaghetti. Jett lifted the fork, looking over at Sans and Frisk as she silently called for help. They both just looked back at her with blank expressions, waiting for her to take a bite of the food as well.

"No need to admire it for so long! Please, take a bite and let your taste buds know what five star cooking really tastes like!" She swallowed the lump in her throat and opened her mouth wide, taking her first bite of Papyrus's cooking.

Tastes like a campfire.

Jett pushed through and swallowed down the half chewed food. "Well? Wasn't that just the best thing you've ever eaten in your life?!" Papyrus placed a hand on his hip and the other on his chest, standing proudly with his nose in the air. Jett couldn't help but to chuckle at him.

"It was... defiantly something my taste buds have never experienced before." She smiled up at Papyrus. "Thank you for the meal."

Authors Note

Sorry for the shorter chapters. They're still the 2k that I promised, but I normally like writing just a little more than that if I can. I'll try to break 3k with the next chapter, but I hope you all enjoy this one all the same. Thank you again for reading. :)