A/N New chapter! Not super happy with it but I did promise myself that I would try to upload a chapter a day.

Warning: In the italicised section there is a mention of one of the characters having been formally suicidal, so tread carefully.

Sarah

"Sarah."

"Jane!" Sarah said her smile wide and happy before it fell into a frown, mirroring the one Jane must have been wearing. "What's wrong."

"You and I need to go."

"I'm about to head to the North Pole," Sarah said as she lifted the skirt of her red dress with a black lacy trim before letting it fall again. "See? It's why I'm so nicely dressed."

"You do look lovely," Jane said. "But we have to go."

Sarah looked confused. "Why?"

"Because there's a creature after you, and anyone on or has been on the naughty list at any point in the last 400 years."

Sarah blinked before she cursed, in what sounded a lot like Latin. "What are you doing with the others?"

"You are the one he wants most of all."

Sarah to her credit only looked confused for a moment before she nodded. "Because of what happened 3 years ago." She said.

Jane tilted her head down in a half nod "We have everyone we can spare tonight looking after any child he might want to deal with, but you, I think, would be better off if you were somewhere further away."

"Why?"

"Because if you stay, your family may be in danger."

Sarah looked toward the door. "But won't they worry if I just disappear? I can't just leave with nothing."

Jane sighed and eyed a notebook on her desk. "Bring me that." She said pointing to the object "And a pen."

Sarah did as she was told and handed Jane what she asked for, it took Jane two minutes to write the note.

To the Jessup family,

Sarah is in grave danger, and as such, I have taken her with me to better protect her, apologies for not telling you in person, but time is of the essence.

I will bring her back safe and sound when the danger has passed

For a moment Jane paused for a second before signing it:

"Jane Overland"

When Jane was done writing, Sarah put it down on her desk where they would hopefully see it when her mother, father or brother inevitably came in to see what was taking so long.

Sarah looked at Jane for more instructions, "Where are you going to take me?"

"My home."

Sarah's eyes widened even as her heart started to speed in excitement, "That's an afterlife, I can't see the afterlives how can I enter it?"

Jane nodded, "You can't see them because you've neither died nor have ever been cut by a scythe." Jane said, "however I can remedy that."

Sarah's heart almost stopped and she stepped away, "I know, I was suicidal once but…"

"Calm yourself, child. I have no plans to kill you or separate your soul from your body." Jane said. "I mean that I plan on giving you a small metaphysical cut on you with my scythe, small enough so as you can see the portal and enter through it but not so big as to detach your soul from your body."

Sarah tilted her head as she stared at Jane "You've done this before."

Jane nodded, "mistakes happen during a reaping, and they've been fine afterwards, when you're safe, I can have you healed in a moment, and you'll be fine."

The scythe melted in her hands to as small as a pin, Jane had been there for her for years, Sarah reasoned. She trusted that Jane wasn't going to put her in danger.

Besides, Sarah had always wanted to travel and see Jane's home. She stepped forward and held her finger. Just before Jane could prick her finger, Sarah had a thought.

"Wait." Sarah said. "Nyx. My Raven, she's out flying right now."

Jane sighed, "I'm sorry. " Jane said. "But it's a risk bringing you..." She started.

Sarah hated the idea of leaving her bird behind, but she trusted her parents to take care of Nyx. Still, "Nyx will be frightened."

"We have the note, and Nicholas speaks Raven." Jane reminded her.

That was true. Sarah hated the idea, but if she was gone, things would be a bit safer, she nodded and held out her hand once more for Jane to prick.

There was no blood, no pain, but there was a difference that Sarah didn't know how to describe, a lightness that she hadn't felt before.

Jane eyed Sarah for a moment before she nodded and pulled out a scythe. "Let's go." She said taking her hand and ripping a rift in the air.

Sarah's eyes widened at what she saw on the other side, a giant golden gate, a large Victorian house that had 1000 rooms, that rested on clouds that were as white and soft as marshmallows.

Sarah stared at Jane and smiled before they jumped through the rift, not realizing that the note Jane had written had fallen off her desk.

Sarah hadn't had much time to look around the house when she got there. The moment they'd jumped through the rift Jane had pushed her through the house as quickly as possible pushing her through a door with a sign on it that said "Jane's room."

"Stay here, it will be best if very few see you until I sort this out," Jane had said once Sarah had entered

Sarah looked up at Jane but smiled hesitantly. Jane paused for a moment before giving Sarah a hug, "You'll be home as soon as possible," Jane said. "I promise." She said before closing the door and leaving Sarah to her devices.

That had been hours ago.

With nothing else to do, Sarah had looked around Jane's room. The walls and bed and dressers and vanity were all white, so white in fact that if Sarah hadn't known better she would have assumed they were made from the clouds that the house was resting on.

That wasn't to say there was no colour, there were a few photos on the vanity. A photo of Jane and a woman that Sarah had never met but knew to be Amelia, Jane's mentor from the early days. They were standing side beside arms around each other as they stared into the camera. The picture that Sarah had given Jane for Christmas; a photo of the two of them together Jane's arm around her shoulder and Sarah's arm around their waist with Sarah's arm extended off frame to take a photo with her camera. She smiled pleasantly surprised, she had expected Jane to keep it, she hadn't expected it to be put on her vanity where she would see it every day.

There was a third picture, one that surprised her, a photo of Jack Frost in a brown cloak instead of the blue hoodie, his face turned away from the camera as he stared up at the moon, but Sarah would recognize those bare feet and messy white hair anywhere. Sarah was surprised to see the photo there, she hadn't thought any of the guardians were of interest to Jane, but perhaps Jack was different?

He was the less likely to be prejudice… so it did make sense Sarah mused before moving on from the vanity.

The closet was interesting it had mostly black clothing that spanned from the 1700s all the way to the present day except for a blue gown from the 1700s, a green gown from the 1800s, A jacket from the 50s, and jeans that could have been from the 90s to present day.

She just been in the midst of trying some of the black clothing that looked more her style, when she heard the sound of arguing from just outside the room.

"You brought her here?" Sarah overheard she turned away from the closet and made her way to the door to better hear\ what was being said, having the oddest feeling that they were talking about her.

"Where was I supposed to put her? If I hid her anywhere on earth she would have been found the moment midnight hit."

"Jane,"

"Three years ago, we drilled into Pitch's head that he was not to kill anyone and that if he did we would bring him down. Now I'm being punished for… what making sure another malevolent spirit doesn't drag Sarah into-" So they were talking about her.

"Of course, I'm not," Amelia said cutting her off. "But here?"

"It's the only afterlife that's not strictly an afterlife. It's close enough to the Gate that malevolent spirits will be turned away."

"I'm not criticizing your bringing her here, I'm questioning how you got her here, the living can't enter here, let alone see it."

"That's not true," Jane said.

"Jane…" Amelia said. "What did you do?"

"I pricked her finger with my scythe."

"For fucks sake, Jane," Amelia shouted, Sarah, blinked at the cursing. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?" Sarah blinked.

"I had to do something!" Jane said, "Or should I have risked her being dragged into hell or eaten?"

"No of course not." Amelia said, "But why not just look after her in the land of the living?"

"This was safer, Krampus can't enter it as far as we know."

Sarah could hear Amelia breathe exasperated. "I knew when your niece was born, it was going to cause problems, I wasn't expecting the problem to come from her best friend."

Sarah blinked Jackie was Jane's niece? But she was over three hundred years old… so either there talking about Sophie or Jackie being a niece multiple generations removed… or…

Sarah thought about the photo she'd just found on Jane's desk the photo of Jack Frost. How Jane had a brother who died saving her and Jack had died saving his sister. How Jane always seemed to be extra interested when the conversation turned to Jack or Jackie…

Sophie barely managed to not back her head on the door, how on earth had she missed it? Jack and Jane were siblings.

How in the hell had she not put it together before now?

"Sarah isn't a problem." Jane defended. "And I don't just hang out with her because she's my niece's best friend. I like Sarah and I feel sorry for her. She's been through a lot."

Sarah looked down, She had been through a lot, she'd also put her friends and family through a lot, and yet Jane still wanted to be around her… even as she distanced herself from Jane's family – especially as Sarah had distanced herself from Jane's family.

"That's worse," Amelia argued, Sarah snapped her head up in shock. "You know you're not supposed to make lasting relationships with mortals."

"I know Lia. But she was suffering, I couldn't just…"

"Yes, I know. You've explained. It's just dangerous Jane, what happens when it's her time and she must be reaped, or worse, she has to go to an afterlife you don't agree with."

"I've made those tough decisions before."

"Not with someone you're close to."

"And I likely won't be making that decision with Sarah either, so it's not a problem." Sarah was oddly touched by that declaration. Jane had once told her that to avoid unfair judgement, people didn't reap those they were close to or related to. The fact that Jane was outright admitting that she would likely not be reaped by Sarah meant that Jane viewed herself to be close to Sarah. It made Sarah happy to know that Jane liked her and was willing to admit to it behind her back.

"And that's not to mention the danger you put her in when you sliced a living person's hand with your scythe. Please tell me the cut isn't that big?" Sarah blinked, Jane had assured her that pricking her finger with the scythe was not a big deal. Had Jane lied.

"It's a pinprick, we've fixed accidental scythe cuts before. We can do it again for Sarah before she leaves. I did actually think this through Amelia. Besides the scythe cut isn't a problem when the soul is still firmly attached to the body." Sarah took a deep breath of relief.

"Yes, but her heart stops just once and her soul will detach. Making it that much easier too-"

"Good thing I have 0 plans to let that happen."

Amelia groaned. "Fine. What are we going to say to the council."

"We were told to protect potential victims. Sarah is the one with the biggest target on her back, so I brought her here, where he was less likely to find her."

"Fine, I'll handle the council, you try not to do anything else more stupid."

"Thank you."

Then suddenly a loud voice spoke, its voice carried throughout the entire house, "All Grim Reapers battle stations, Krampus has been located at the workshop and home of Nicholas St. North."

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