Apologies are in order, I posted this chapter originally when I was tired (BIG MISTAKE *FACEPALM*) but I have since fixed it thanks to Delta5744 and Camelote, both PMing me and reviewing respectively, I hope this version is better and I promise the next chapter will not have this issue.

Karkat walked up to the cabin door and turned the knob, "Locked, damn." He started to look for the fake rock and after about ten minutes he finally found the rock and the spare key it hid. As he walked in the heat melted the frost that was dusted over him and he hung his coat up. He kicked his shoes off setting them next to the door. He walked past the couch and threw his gloves and scarf on it and then the sound of Christmas carols hit his ears and he realized his cabin mate was home.

Karkat walked towards the kitchen and started to take off his sweater, as the wool came over his face he saw a woman dancing and singing while cooking, not a care in the world. He was instantly caught off guard when he saw the teal sweater as memories came flooding back and he ran up to her wrapping his arms around her exclaiming, "Terezi."

He felt the woman tense and his senses came rushing back to him. He let the woman go, she was stunned, and without a word Karkat ran into the living room embarrassed and ashamed.

"What the hell? That hasn't ever happened. What's with me?" Karkat said under his breath as he slid down the wall.

After a few minutes of awkward silence mixed with tension in the whole cabin, thick enough to cut with a knife, he heard her say, shakily and flustered, "Dinner's ready."

The voice seemed familiar but he couldn't place it. He rounded the corner and stood in shock, the woman in front of him was a little shorter than he remembered Terezi to be and her hair was a light brown where as Terezi's was almost black. The only thing that really seemed like Terezi was the teal sweater but other than that she wore black, loose sweat pants with an olive peace sign on the front of the left thigh. As she moved Karkat noticed that she was wearing a light blue cat tail in the shape of a downward "S", "Why am I looking down there in the first place", he thought, and then she looked up at him.

"Nepeta?!" Karkat exclaimed confused.

"Karkat," she looked utterly shocked and happy at the same time, "well I guess you really wanted that money huh?"

Karkat blushed and said, "Yeah, I was trying to pickpocket you until I saw you didn't have pockets."

Nepeta giggled and Karkat couldn't help but have his heart skip a beat. "Well how about some dinner instead, I can start there as cab fare." She smiled at him and his face began to get hotter, "I think dinner will be close to purrfect"

She started to serve the plates and Karkat couldn't help but stare at her. When she would look at him he'd pretend he was focused on something else but it wasn't until she almost caught him looking at her butt that he started to eat, "What is with me? I don't even know her". They didn't talk much through dinner aside from Karkat complimenting her cooking and her thanking him. Karkat kept blushing through the whole meal but he was thankful that Nepeta didn't notice. She started cleaning the dishes when Karkat got a good look at her sweater and asked, "Hey where did you get that sweater?"

Nepeta looked surprised for a second, she must've thought he didn't want to talk, then she said, "I came back to the cabin and I couldn't find any of mine so I asked Kurloz if there were any. He went in the back room and got this for me."

Karkat froze as the realization hit him and he mumbled under his breath, "That was in my room."

Karkat noticed Nepeta seemed worried, wiping her wet hands on her pants, she asked, "Karkat what's wrong, you look pale?"

He looked at her with anger and sadness as he said, "That was hers."

She jumped a little and he noticed the fear in her eyes, feeling like a complete dick he backed up and ran up stairs to lock himself in his room. He felt like the world was falling apart and he felt his body take over as he started to throw things around the room, the feeling of losing the last bit of her seared into his very being. When the room was thoroughly destroyed, him still being conscience enough to not break anything too expensive, he slumped against the wall and cried just like the first day she was gone.

Karkat woke up on the floor to the sound of knocking; he must've passed out for at least an hour and he felt his back sting while getting up. "That's what happens when you nap on the floor fuckass," he thought to himself while walking to the door but not daring to open it.

"Karkat, are you ok," he heard Nepeta's voice on the other side and he sighed, part of him melted at the sound of her voice for some reason but the majority wanted to yell. "Karkat I'm sorry for taking your sweater, Kurloz told Meulin that it would fit me and he was right. If I had known it wasn't just a spare around the house I wouldn't have accepted it." Karkat didn't answer, he couldn't, he knew it wasn't her fault, hell it wasn't anyone's fault, he shouldn't have left it just lying on the bed. When he didn't say anything Nepeta must've been trying to think things through because she said, "I…I can wash it and bring it back if…if you'd like?"

"No!" Karkat screamed in near desperation, he heard Nepeta jump and said, "Just bring it back whenever you get finished."

"I'm done now if you want it back?" the small voice came from the other side of the door.

Karkat opened the door to see Nepeta pulling it off and standing in a gray spaghetti strap tank top with "Leo" printed on it. As he grabbed the sweater he felt his face heat up with a blush that he wish wasn't happening.

Nepeta saw that he had been crying and said, "I'm really sorry Karkat. I…I didn't know."

"I know," was his only response as he backed up into the room. Nepeta looked a little hurt by his tone but he saw that she understood that it was a sensitive matter. Karkat started to close the door when Nepeta said, "If you want…later, when you're ready of course, I baked a cake and I…I can't eat it on my own." Karkat saw that she was trying to smile and he felt a little better at the thought of dessert.

"Maybe later," he said as he started to close the door. Just as it was almost shut he said, "Thanks." He locked the door but he was sure she had smiled a little bigger when he spoke to her; he figured it was relief since he had been so harsh to her.

Karkat leaned on the door and held the sweater close to his body trying to get lost in the scent of it; she was still there but there was something else, someone else. He smelled it again and realized that he didn't hate this scent; in fact it was almost as euphoric as Terezi. He put the sweater in his luggage and started to clean the mess he made. The furniture was heavier when being fixed than when he threw them. When he finished he turned out the light and looked out the window, what he saw could only be described as miraculous, "Dammit Gamzee," he though as he watched the stars shine into his room and for the first time he felt like Terezi was guiding him but he didn't think he was quite ready for it.

This copy feels so much better, once again thanks Delta and Camelote for the assistance in calling out how poorly written the first copy was.