I had to try and hurry so i can get this posted for Valentines day.

1. I feel sans a bit ooc. But than again he's not suppose to be mentally well. I just feel like he was rushed into becoming too obsessed too quickly... but not i got stalker sans in the work.

2. I tried but there may be a loophole. I hope not cause i had to go back and fix the ones i did find.

3. There is a three but im really tired and i cant remember what it was...

SANS P.O.V

His day wasn't going as well as he hoped it would. He had been sent to the city to get food. Either the shops turned him down for being a monster, turned him down for being a creepy monster, or cause he didn't have any money. At this rate he was gonna have to help Bratty bring in another source of food.

He just had to find somebody no body would miss.

Heh, no body.

He himself has still managed not to eat a single human, alive anyway. Torture and kill on the other hand...

It was funny. He didn't used to think so but eventually it gnawed on him...heh, gnawed on him. Besides Paps still needed to eat and his spaghetti still tasted the best with his secret ingredient.

An ingredient Papyrus has refused to use since coming to the surface. Fucking berries from the woods and the army rations the government had given them weren't enough. It was the humans fault in the first place. If they had never been locked below the mountain they wouldn't have become so desperate to survive. Stupid humans, always fucking things up and making it harder for him.

He began pulling on his empty eye-socket. Ever since Undyne had shot that spear at him it became a bad habit to pull at it. Almost like a permit itch that wouldn't go away. He knew the damage she'd done effect more than just his eye.

It effected his magic, no longer a blue glow but red.

It effected him mentally, he could no longer remember things from before getting hit in the head. He could have sworn they had a king and not a queen but his memory was faded of the time a blur lost in the black shadows of his cranium. He could have sworn tori was queen too...

Didn't matter. The bitch Undyne was queen now and she said bring food. Didn't matter from where. There was plenty of native dishes available here. He was sure monsters would probably like food from the city.

He had met some people today as a matter of fact. He thought for sure they would make excellent dinner guests.

Until the one broke the fingers in the other mans hand.

Shame, he loved finger foods.

The woman had gotten his attention indefinitely. She would be hard to swallow. Probably kick all the way down.

*Beep Beep*

Sans pocket vibrated. It was his cell phone. He had been instructed to take it with him for his trek in the city. He would have left it at home had Papyrus not forced him to bring it. He had taken it from Papyrus and shoved it in his coat pocket to make him stop complaining.

The message he was getting on his phone wasn't from Papyrus however. It was from Bratty.

How did she even have his phone number. He could only assume Papyrus had something to do with it.

He hit the answer button when it started ringing and held the phone up to his face.

"What do you want?" he really didn't have time for this. He was trying to find that man who had stolen the woman purse. Pretty sure no one would miss him.

"Like Oh my god, Hi Sans! This is like Bratty and like Queen Undyne said I should like ya know call you if i need help. I like totally found some food but I... like need help. Cattys not really doing anything to help."

Dam, even on the surface Bratty couldn't come to terms that she ate Catty. Her mind wouldn't let the the cat out of the bag.

Heh, Cat out of the bag.

"Help with what Bratty? Don't waste my time."

"Like sorry. I like cut a line on this guys car and it's like gonna break down and stuff, but I don't think i can get two of them in my car."

"Two of them in your car?" He wasn't really paying attention as he tracked the man down. He just needed her to think he was paying attention by repeating the last thing she said back to him.

"Yeah, he like had this lady friend i didn't really notice before but like i figure why not. Two for one deal."

"Heh, gotcha." Sans just found the guy he had been looking for turning into a abandoned building. Maybe some sort of Crack den. His soul wasn't hard to track down. His orange soul had pounded down the alleyway before he got smart enough to shake of that human female.

That female would have been fun to mess with if she hadn't been so hostile. Her Purple heart had been dripping in determination. It wasn't normal for humans to forcibly change there souls colors like that. It was like she summoned the red liquid herself when perusing the man. It was gone however when he confronted her. It was probably a trick of his eye socket.

"Like Great Ill totally meet you and we can go get them on the road."

"Wait, what are-" CLICK

Bratty hung up.

Dammit more work for him to do now. He needed to do this quick.

He looked inside a window where the orange soul had disappeared too. Seems he had made this his home. It didn't seem like he was on any drugs either. Good, he didn't want Paps getting addicted to whatever idiot humans were putting in themselves. This would be to easy. He may has well have some fun before hand. He shortcut his way inside till he was just standing behind the man.

"Hey, Pal. Wanna have a bad time?"

The thief jumped and turned around but it was already too late, for the next hour Sans chased him down hallways and rooms. Occasionally letting him think he could escape before short cutting in front of him. Once he finally decided to stop playing he pulled the thief apart, piece by piece. His screams never making it outside the building.

When Sans was done he wrapped the body in the cleanest sheets he could find. Hauling the carcass over his shoulders he used a shortcut to the meeting spot with Bratty.

She had been at the Gas station for a while now. The attendant didn't mind her being there even with her hungry smile. He seemed found of large lizards which worked out in her favor since Queen Undyne had her there looking for potential meals on wheels.

Heh, Meals on wheels. Now that's what he called Fast food.

Bratty had been excited to see him. More so because she managed to get a old hunker of a car to actually move. It could break at any minute but it was a lot easier to travel with when you had a few delivers to make. He had shoved the carcass into her vehicles trunk before getting into the passenger side of her car. Bratty had a hard time figuring out how to sit in the car before wrapping her own tail into the backseat. It didn't look comfortable. Sans had stuck his feet up on the dash board and leaned back into the seat. Truly he was a master of sloth.

He wasn't about to tell Bratty he was tired from using shortcuts all day. As long as the humans weren't determined they shoudn't be hard for him to fight.

Only about an hour from the gas station they spotted the car Bratty said she had cut the wires from. Seemed even Bratty had some hidden talent with mechanics. Maybe she could help out Papyrus with his own dream car someday.

As they pulled closer to the car Sans couldn't help but to smile. It was that same little prick from before who had interrupted him from abduction of the woman. His smile dropped a little. He didn't see out there with him so where was she? He was gonna have a bone to pick from her.

Maybe a femur.

It didn't take him long before he found out where she was. The moment the man laid eyes on him he had started screaming. It seemed the sneaking up and scaring them shit less trick worked again. The man didn't fall down on his ass till Bratty came out to introduce herself. He was gonna have to try harder to get that effect on humans. He heard a click and there she was. The human woman before. She was squinting her eyes and trying to shade them from the sun with her hand. Her hair looked like she had rolled over in her sleep a few times. The straight black from before now a mess going every which way.

Bed head looked really good on her. He wondered how much messier it would get from chasing her in the woods for a night or so before catching her. Probably filled with sticks and leaves. Still her eyes narrowed at him. He felt thrilled when ever she looked at him like that. Like she was promising him a challenge. He just kept smiling at her waiting for the chase to begin.

Except it never got too. The moment he stepped forward and the guy backed away he was enthralled. The idea of chasing him down slicing open his neck and bleeding him dry-

She stood there a small quirk to her smile and she took a few steps towards him.

"We are not getting in the car." She stood in front of Sans now. He wasn't sure if he should grab her or not. Her purple soul now stained a light red. She leaned into him not touching but close enough he could smell her. She smelled like old wood, mildew and earth. It was as if she had spent her whole time in a graveyard catacomb.

"Ya know, there were monsters on the surface before you guys came up from underground. I wonder, in a fight between you...and them which. would. win." Her breath tickled the side of his skull. There were monsters before him on the surface. As she pulled away from him he could see it in her eyes. She wasn't afraid of him anymore, if she ever was.

He couldn't pay attention to the human male anymore. What was she? She walked away from him and he resisted the urge to grab her wrist and pull her back to him to explain. He remembered how she broke the other mans hand when he grabbed her foot. If her determination was strong enough she could do the same to him. It wasn't as strong as Frisk had been down below the surface but they way she summoned and wielded it on her soul. Something must have happened to her to get that ability. He was curious about her now. She had mentioned monsters and the way she had mentioned them made it no secret she had fought them before. Where? Why?

More importantly, who? The idea some other monster had tried to get to his prey made his fist clench and the magic in his bones made him feel like he was falling into the void.

Who touched his prey?

The slamming of the car hood snapped him out of it. He watched her pull herself up on it and lean back on to the windshield. He tried forcing his smile on his face but by the smirk on her face he knew it was unless she wouldn't run from him the way he wanted her too.

"What's wrong Sans? Crocodile got your tongue? Or maybe you just don't actually have one?" Now, she was just egging him on. Was her pun intended? He doubt she knew about Catty otherwise this would have been a lot funnier.

The male appeared next to her. He had forgotten about him. It seemed whatever she did mange to give the man enough courage to not run away. They might have to do with the body in the trunk for now.

Then again, the male still seemed ready to bolt.

The male was leaning into her. She was giving him looks that kept him back but it still angered him. Someone else was trying to hunt his prey.

"Heh, your a smart one anitcha." He was getting pretty pissed but at least the guy backed up further away from her.

"hee hee, nope. Not smart, just...experienced." She almost had this insane look about her as she said it. He noticed she was referencing to her earlier statement. Whatever fight she had against a monster she won it.

"Too's much experiences." The male stated near her. This guy was pissing you off. He was nothing in comparison to him and clearly never had a fight before in his life. From what he could tell of the man he was a wuss, his stature at best... probably chewy. He tapped on his jaw trying to think. Maybe he can't take the female, maybe he could even spare her. The man however would be easy enough without her getting in the way.

His thought was shut down as she moved in front of the man. He felt like she read his mind. She wasn't going to let him take the male. Stupid of her. Trying to protect the man would only make her a target for one so weak. She wasn't as hard as he thought she would be to take.

He smiled at this. He knew her weakness and he was going to use it. Whatever monster she had fought before was nothing compared to him. Even with her determination she was going to be dragged down by the weak green hearted fool next to her. Even with him dripping a little orange.

SSSCCRREEEAAACCCHHHHHH!

Sans wasn't expecting two red souls to pull up in a red pick up though.

"Hey howdy, looks like you folks could use a little help there's." Sans could see bright red of there souls. They were cracked in areas much like his were. Proof they weren't so innocent to just come out and help from the goodness of there hearts.

"Gimme that there doohickey. We has boogymans out ere ands purdy darlin' in trouble." The other man came out of the drivers side smaller, but his red soul filled with the same determination. They were probably inbreeding these red souls. One decided to wield the baseball bat and the other a shovel. At least they didn't have guns on them.

He couln't perform magic here with so many possible witness unless he took out the whole highway. Monsters would definitely be blamed and his brother would face hardship. He couldn't leave Bratty behind either. They may still have hunted humans but they didn't hunt each other anymore.

He wasn't sure what to do. He could shortcut his own way threw but not with Bratty. They should have thought this whole plan threw better. An incredibly stupid mistake on his part. He could leave Bratty to die here than at least he wouln't make the same mistake as the human woman. He couln't even believe he was starting to make the same mistake as the human woman. He saw Bratty and couldn't help but feel the sorrow role off of her. Bratty had eaten her own friend to survive and make it to the surface. Dying here would almost make Cattys own death pointless. He needed to find a way to get her out of here.

"Thank goodness, thoughts yous guys weren't coming backs." The human with the woman had known these guys from before. This really was bad luck on his part. Heh, He wasn't even a fan of southern food.

"We told ya to hold your horses, we cams back ani't that right Paul?"

"Sures did, Bucky. Aims to help out."

The determined souls were looking right at him and Bratty. If he could get Bratty in the car maybe he could shot cut his way out and she could drive off. She was scared and he hated to admit it but he was too.

He needed to get her in the car. He was inching over to her to try and wave her to the driver seat. The determined souls had them surrounded but Bratty manged to get in the car. She needed to drive off but she was waiting for him. He couldn't short cut with the determined heart so close to him other wise they would just join them in the car or worse the refugee camp. The closest Hillbilly swung his bat at Sans and Sans rolled almost clipping his skull on the bat. He wasn't sure how he survived Undyne's hit with the spear, lack of intention more likely. These two were aiming for killing blow to his already damaged skull.

Sorry, Paps. Seems you'll have to feast your eye sockets on my dust.

"Stop it!" He wasn't expecting that from her.

"Your done here. So are they. There's no more need to fight. Let them go home." Her voice was so chilled it reminded him of Snowdin. With all the ice that hung off the branches it was like they were her teeth now. She looked strange now to him. Paler, sweat was sliding down her face and chest and her eyes seemed dimmed. She was shaking visible though. It didn't seem to be shaking from fear it was somehow different. Sans coudn't put on bone on what it was. He never saw anything quite like that. Was she somehow ill? A cold maybe, a cold sweat seemed likely.

"Darlin, these guys frighten ya and we's aims to help ya out baby girl." She moved with a grace Sans only saw with ghosts. She now stood between the men and Sans holding ground. Sans could see more of the determination leaking from her soul. It was making such a nice color. Like a bruise that had a deep cut on it. The purple and red almost mixing into create a black shadow.

"Call me Darlin, one more time and i'm gonna shove that shovel up your nose." Ha, She was funny. He snickered at her pun.

"No pun intended." Shame it was a pretty good one.

"Waits whats you doing Annette's?" The guy who was with her stood just out of Sans vision. Her name was Annette...

Annette...

Annette... He didn't know why but this name of hers seemed to calm him some what. Was it because it had such a strange ring to it? He kept his mouth closed but rolled the Ann around his mouth. He looked up at her form standing in front of him.

"Two against one isn't a fair fight. You know that Shawn."

"Yes, buts hes a monsters. Theys don'ts fight fairs."

Was she really there because she thought it wasn't fair? What a precious doll she was. He tilted his head a little. Her messy black hair was close enough he could run his phalanges threw it. Her skin was so pale it looked like that large planet in the night sky. The moon. Her black hair seemed to frame around her face. He wondered if her skin would shine in the dark as well.

Heh, it wasn't so funny anymore. She was actually quite pretty up close.

"Just skedaddle darlyn, and let big daddy take cares of everything. Sides darlyn, you got the heebie jeebees, you shaken all over the place."

He was starting to dislike it when they called her 'darlyn' too.

"Trust me Hillbilly, Go home. You'll have a lot less bruises."

"Paul, you hear what that hussy said?" Did he just call her a Hussy?

"She's probably one of them Monster fuckers." He wishe- wait NO! Sans felt his magic warm his face. No way.

NO

NO

NO

SHIT NO.

"Nos, Nos shes nots. Justs lets her gos. Please." She was probably fucking this guy anyway. This shitty guy who would look better in his bro's spaghetti.

"Times almost up, I really suggest you go home."

"Good lord, she is a monster fucker." The guy with the bat noticed Sans reddened face.

"Teach her a lesson, Bucky!"

Sans practically saw the shovel move in slow motion. Before it touched her she had fallen down in front of him. No noise from the shovel meant no contact. Why did she drop?

"Please, Moves aways froms hers, shes nots safes!" Sans could see Annette's friend now. He looked like he was stuck between having a Panic attack and dropping dead at the sight.

The fat hill billy didn't seem to care he missed and was raising the shovel again. If Sans tried to pull her away he would get hit. He didn't have time to reach her but felt himself moving anyway.

It didn't matter. She was moving on her own accord now. He stopped as he watched her stand just in time to take the shovel to the face. He heard the flat side smack her hard and sent her flying into Brattys car.

"Sees just stay there darlyn and we'll take good care of you later." Sans wanted to rip that shovel out of that mans hand and shove it in his crotch. Just as he was standing not caring who saw his magic anymore she was there in front of him again. He could only see her hair and back. The fact she was standing at all made no sense to him. He wanted to shove her into the back of the car to get her out of the way as the other man raised his baseball bat to her.

It was like watching an cheetah attack a baby deer. Except, the roles were reversed and the baby deer was winning.

She had jumped onto the man with the baseball bat and was pushing her thumbs into his eyes. His screaming causing his friend to hit her again with the shovel. It sent her reeling off the man now holding his eyes and sobbing hysterically.

"I can't see, Bucky! I can't see!" His southern accent kept ringing in between sobs.

Sans wasn't even sure where she was now til the man with the shovel began screaming. She had catapulted herself on his back and now had her legs wrapped around the mans neck screaming out things he couldn't decipher. He could see her face now.

It was covered in bruises from the shovel. Shades of blue and Purples almost matching her soul. She probably had a matching one on her ribcage. He knew it was wrong but in all her fury she looked like some Goddess of Chaos.

What he would give to have her in bed for a night...

The large hillbilly was trying to use his shovel to beat her off his back. He couldn't get his large arms to bend back right to get her. Dropping the shovel he tried gripping her legs and pulling them off his throat but she only seemed to tighten around him instead. Her hands grabbed on to his hair making Sans glad he didn't have any as she began ripping chinks out. The hillbilly must have gotten an idea as he began slamming backwards on the pickup truck trying to get her off of him. She rejected each hit she got from the truck and just kept tightening her legs and ripping his hair. When she ran out of hair she started digging her nails in and under his skin. Sans had never seen anyone try to scalp someone with there nails before, claws sure nails...nope. It was really impressive considering how weak her nails should have been compared to his claw like appendages. He was almost glad he hadn't touched her when they first met.

Her teeth suddenly latched out and clamped on the hillbilly's ear. The large redneck was finally screaming in tune to the sobbing of is blind cousin. It sounded so amazing and he wasn't even the one doing it.

He felt so excited.

Such rage, such fury.

Such grace...

It was so primal and animal like. Like someone had stripped everything that made her a human and left behind nothing but solid rage and instinct to survive. He looked at her soul again. It no longer shined a purple glow. Red seemed to have grown as a sheen over her soul casting it an almost deep dark black. Flecks of red and purple shining threw letting him know that her heart hadn't truly gone black. The Red seemed to have taken over her soul. It rivaled that of the rednecks and even Frisk.

So dark like blood spilled from a fatal vein cast on white, it looked black.

Her personality and the lack of fear she showed him before. This is where it was coming from. The way she was fighting these two imbeciles, so precise but so much like an animal. Just wild and savage like the underground had been before there freedom. She was still different though her movements precise, but they refused to take a fatal blow even when she could. She could have dug her nails into the vein of the redneck and yet they never did. She still held a kindness that she had even offered to him but a moment ago and he didn't even recognize it.

Why didn't he see it before?

Somewhere in Sans mind the line that divided monsters between humans and cattle cracked a little. In his head stood Annette and gracefully she stepped over the line and stood facing the humans, siding with monsters. To him, Annette had crossed over the line that separated them. She had human skin but was as much monster as them under it. She wasn't beneath them with humans, she was above it.

He wanted her.

She let go of the hillbilly's ear unable to tear it off with her teeth and she had moved to the other side of his head. One hand pushing his eye into his skull the other trying to help tighten her legs around his throat. It didn't seem needed as the hillbilly's face had turned a deep purple and began to falling to his knees. He tried to rip her legs off one more time before his visible eye rolled up into his head and he fell forward, unmoving.

She stayed there for a moment waiting for him to move again. When he didn't move she untangled her legs from his neck. The other hillbilly was still screaming till she came over swiftly kicking him in the head and he went silent.

Sans couldn't move from his spot on the ground. He had fallen over when they had swung the bat at him and he hadn't moved since watching her fight off the rednecks.

She turned towards him now and stumbled over to him. Her eyelids half closed and her lips parted muttering something he couldn't make out. He leaned back not sure what she wanted form him. She stumbled and fell forward towards him.

He felt frozen. Her hand slowly reached out and cupped his face. There was a tug and she pushed against him. Her arms wrapped around him cradling his skull to her. It was so sudden he wasn't sure what to do. He could feel the warmth of her skin on his bones. Her smell so pleasant to him, her shirt felt rough to him but the warmth caused him to push closer.

It felt familiar to him somehow, peaceful. She nuzzled in closer towards his neck. He wasn't sure if this was some trick or not but he found himself not caring and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her as close as he could nuzzling into her neck and breathing her in. Such a comforting sent.

He could treat her well, make it so she'd never want to leave him. Papyrus and her could become best friends and love each other as family and every night the two would cook in the kitchen. She would wait for him to come home and when he did she would tell him how much she missed him. Then later after Paps went to bed he would carry her bridal style to his room and show her how much he missed her too.

If she would just smile for him it would be enough alone.

If he couldn't convince her to stay, he could make the ropes tight enough she could barely squirm. He'd leave her in the basement till he got back. If she didn't love him, he could make her too addicted to leave him.

Perhaps this was a sadder alternative but one that would leave her screaming and begging for him at the end of the night.

He'd make her his one way or another.

"Your okay now, your okay." Yes, yes he was. If she stayed he would be okay. He slowly relaxed into her embrace. His eye sockets closing just enjoying the way she felt against him now.

A soft warmth to his forehead as she pressed her lips to his temple. He wasn't sure what was going on in her mind or his, but if he got more of where ever it was coming from he didn't care.

"I love you. Your safe now, always safe." Safe it sounded like a pleasant alternative to him. Her voice sounded like a drug induced haze. She pulled his skull tighter to her. Her chest surprising sweaty also felt comforting cold to him.

This was easier than he thought it would be.

He leaned up to whisper to her. "I love you too, heh, don't just learned your name swee-"

"Victor, I love you" Sans eyes snapped open and he pulled back away from her a bit. It caught her off guard and she was pulled with him. He didn't know who Victor was but he knew he was gonna kill him.

"Hey, uhhh...dont's moves. " Annette's human friend stood nearby watching him. He clenched her tighter and growled at him. If his name was Victor he was dead.

Actually if anyone's name was Victor, they were dead.

Sans knew it wouldn't be a good idea to kill the make till he knew where he actually stood in his relationship with Annette. All he knew the guy could be her cousin. If he was into inbreeding like the hics on the ground he'd still kill him anyway.

The man held his hands in surrender and backed away to the car, holding a finger for him to give him a moment looking back at him constantly afraid he would disappear with her.

He highly considered it but didn't have enough magic to do so...yet.

He just wrapped her tighter to him her breathing had dropped into a flat steady beat. She had fallen asleep on him. He would have been really happy if the bruise didn't still decorate her face. If the one on her face was still there the one on her ribcage might cause her problems. Lucky for her monster candy had become a thing again since making it to the surface. He even had some in his jacket.

Shuffling threw his jacket he looked at the unconscious males and wondered briefly where Bratty was. His answer came from behind him as she appeared out of the corner of his eye socket. She stood near the passenger door looking at him confused but once she saw Annette in his arms her Crocodile smile peaked to it's fullest.

"Like totally awesome. We can eat for like days with this much food." It wouldn't but her intelligence was the least of his worries now. The moment Bratty reached for Annette he had a single deadly bright red bone in his hands pointed at her. He wouldn't hurt her if she backed off but if he had to do it to protect Annette so be it. He wasn't about to let his new found mate get eaten by a overgrown talking Crocodile or anyone else. Undyne be damned.

She was his.

Bratty wasn't stupid and could read the signs he was giving off. Carefully she backed away from him. She didn't know why Sans was suddenly attracted to this human or why he wanted her. She did know he had killed *_a lot_* of people to keep snowdin alive and fed, not just his brother. The humans he slaughtered could have filled a football stadium. She was jealous that she wasn't part of snowdin at the time. There might have been more for her to eat.

Once Bratty was a decent space away he resumed touching and nuzzling into her neck. As if trying to leave some invisible mark on her. He had manged to find the candies in his pocket now he just needed her to wake up and eat it.

"Uuuuummmmm." Shawn stood there with a small red case in his hands looking nervously between the two monsters and his friend. Shawn wasn't sure what the skeleton was doing to his friend but figured it better not to ask, or even tell her later.

"She's needs this's" His voice was quite and had a begging tone to it. Sans tightened his grip more. Sans didn't know what was in that case but if it was harmful to her... This guy was gonna have a bad time.

"The hell is it?" There was a tone in Sans voice that Shawn recognized instantly as a threat.

"H-ers medicines. She's is sicks."

Sans stared at him his one red eye glowing from above Annette's shoulder. Her hair occasionally brushing against his nose cavity.

"So...what. is. it?" Sans was getting irritated. She showed no signs of being ill, no coughing or sneezing. A ragged breathing started coming from atop his shoulder. Annette's breathing became heavy and forced. He hadn't taken notice of her shaking form and freezing sweat till now. While she looked lovely pale her form was making him worried.

"It's is somethings I cannots says wells."

"TRY." He didn't want to waste time with this moron.

"It's is a's glues-cals-goes needles." Sans didn't understand what he said but he understood needle.

"Your gonna inject her?" How dare he even think to get something so close to her. He was already well aware of what it was like to poked at like a science project.

"Yes, ers nos, yes. Uhh...Yous dos it's insteads."

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"Uh, no."

The man knelled down in front of him. It seemed to surprise even Bratty behind him as she made a light squeak sound. The mans heart dripped with orange and his facial expression very serious.

"Shes wills dies ifs yous don'ts. Shes needs medicines." His eye drifted to Annette as he spoke and Sans eyes followed him. Annette was getting worse.

Sans wasn't expecting this. What did she need the needle for? One moment she was a power house and the next... She was shivering so bed her teeth were clattering together.

Hesitantly he held out his hand to the man, palm open. The man let out a sigh of relief opening the case and filling the needle with something a cloudy white. Gently he placed it in Sans open palm. Sans clenched it and pulled it way looking at the needle uncertain.

"It's needs to go's in thighs ors...um, butts."

Sans was going to have to take off her pants. Giving her this needle suddenly didn't seem so bad as he started reaching for her pants button.

"Uumms cans go's threw pants..." Okay, now this asshole was just ruining his fun. Than again he didn't want this guy to see her without her pants on anyway. Actually he didn't want this guy to see her at all, or any male. Sans sent the man one last glare before jamming the needle into the side of her thigh pushing what ever contents the needle held inside.

She let out a gasp but continued to doze. Sans kept watching her for signs of improvement. Slowly her breathing evened out and she stopped sweating. Her clothes were now soaked in sweat. It almost looked like she took a steam bath.

"Oh thanks gods, Eeerrrmmmmm, no wants to bes touching hers whens she wakes ups. She punches yous." It sounded like Shawn was speaking from experience making Sans angrier that's she's even been in a similar situation. Right now however, Sans didn't care if she woke up breathing fire as long as he could hold her a bit longer.

He regretted that thought the moment her eyes cracked opened and stared at him. Just for a moment it was like there was no one else but her and him. Her soft frame against his, her eyes narrowing at him and her fist so close he could kis-

-get slammed backwards so hard his skull made contact with Brattys fender knocking it loose from the rest of the car.

As happy as he was that she was awake he was gonna have to find a way to discipline her about hitting him.

His skull was already damaged as it was.