A/N: Yeah, I know, I know, I'm a lazy bitch and you all hate me. I probably have a million excuses that I could be using right now, but I will just cut the shit and admit to my laziness. But, from hence forth, I am promising a chapter every Monday and Friday. So. Yeah. Also, this chapter is super short, and I'm sorry about that. It really should have been part of chapter 2, but, meh. At least now I have a proper update schedule, right? Now you know when to check up on me! If I didn't update, you have my permission to scream at me.
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,161
Summary: Sans was tired of going through the resets, tired of watching his brother and his friends get killed over and over, knowing he could do absolutely nothing about it. He decided he would give it one final chance, hoping - praying - he could talk some sense into her. He had never expected to fall in love with her.

The Last Timeline
Chapter 3

Chara wasn't sure what he was playing at. Being nice to her. Offering her to stay. There was a part of her that was filled with the wild thought that he really cared about her. But, that was impossible, right? After everything she had done to him, he had to hate her. So this thought of him actually desiring to help her was just insane. And she knew that. But that didn't stop her from thinking it anyways. And she realized, that somewhere beneath that crazy thought was an even crazier feeling driving it

Hope.

...

She's going insane.

...

But there wasn't anything wrong in accepting the offer, was there? So, she stood up from the bed, and grabbed hold of his hand. She was shocked when he pulled her to him, arm moving to hold her tightly around the waist. "hold on." was her only warning before the world around her went dark.

The sensation could only be described as falling, the blackness speeding around her in all directions. She wasn't sure if she was moving up, down, left, or right, but her stomach gave sickening lurches at the movements. She had opened her mouth, but wasn't sure if she had managed a noise. Somehow, through what felt like the worst roller coaster ride in existence, she managed to keep a tight hold on the front of Sans' jacket. She could feel his ribs shaking with laughter, but her ears were ringing too loudly from the movement to hear him.

She felt blessed the moment her feet touched rug, deciding from then forth, she'd never take solid ground for granted again. It took her a minute to realize she still had a terrified death grip on Sans, and she let go, immediately falling face first onto the floor. He laughed harder. Bastard. "s-shit, sorry," he managed to choke out. "i forgot that was your first shortcut."

Chara hefted herself up, looking at her with fire in her eyes "What the fuck was that?!" he shrugged, his eyes twinkling in amusement. She sighed, exasperated, flopping backwards onto the couch, her limbs still trembling from the adrenaline rush. Sans took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, his body turned slightly to look at her.

"i shoulda warned 'ya. maybe then you wouldn't have been so scared," she glanced over to him, seeing his brow bone raise at her, grin widening. Oh no. He was teasing her. "I wasn't scared."

"your scream of terror and the way you clenched onto my coat said otherwise," the expression on his face was nothing sort of smug. Her eyes narrowed. "hey, hey, i'm only jokin' with ya. no need to get sternum with me."

"I hate you," there wasn't as much push behind her words, the phrase coming out less harsh than it ever had. But Sans didn't seem to notice, or if he had, he didn't point it out. Instead, he sighed heavily, getting up and looking over his shoulder, his smile soft. "well. it's gettin' late, and i'm bone tired. couch is yours." and with that, he headed up the stairs. As she watched him leave, she felt a strange sense of emptiness fill the room. Almost as if she missed his presence...

...

She was definitely going insane...

When she woke the next morning, she was covered in an old sheet, ketchup stains littering it's crusty surface. She groaned in disgust, pushing it off of her...

And straight into Sans' lap.

"yeah, no, you're welcome. glad i kept you from getting chilled to the bone," his voice was husky, and it was clear he had just woken up. "I don't want that disgusting thing on me," she crossed her arms, shooting him a glare. "it's actually clean, ya'know. ketchup isn't really easy to get out of clothes."

"How the hell do you spill this much ketchup out of a bottle?" she grasped a side of the sheet and flailed it wildly for emphasis. He pressed a hand over his rib cage, looking at her in a mock offense. "what, you think i only eat ketchup? i eat other things too ya'know. i just put an ungodly amount of ketchup on it," Ah. That would explain the grease stains and the musty smell.

"Well how am I supposed to know what you do in your free time? And I swear to God, if you use a 'you can see right through me' joke to answer me, I will slap you," it was an empty threat, but Sans' shoulders slumped all the same. "s'that how you treat your hosts? throw the blanket they loaned you in their face then threaten them?" the look on his face was downright pitiful. He cast his eyes downward, the corners of his smile trembling as if he was trying hard to frown. Chara couldn't help it. She burst out laughing, covering her face with her hands and trying to muffle the sound.

Sans' grin widened, and he gave her a nudge on her shoulder. "you're laughin'," he said, his eyes twinkling in amusement. She peeked through her fingers at him, still snickering softly. "I am not." she flat-out denied it, despite the fact her shoulders were still lightly shaking then. He raised a brow bone at her, leaning ever so slightly towards her, and she erupted into another fit of giggles.

He shook his head. "you keep trying to act like this cold, soulless being, but you're innocent and pure somewhere deep inside," she looked at him, face red from laughing, but no longer shining with happiness. "How do you know?" her voice was dark and low, everything he remembered from the other timelines. It sent a shiver down his spine. "i just do."

"I hate you." it was seething this time, her voice a low growl as she said it. It was silent after that, neither even daring to look at the other as the TV played a muted show in front of them.

He really could see the innocence in her, it wasn't a lie. He can sense it in her soul. When she's happy, that part of her soul burns so brightly, he can feel his shimmering in response. He'd never seen this side of her, never knew anything but the cold killer for what was, and wasn't, years. Seeing this side of her was so new to him, it was like she was a different person. He truly wishes she'd trust him enough to show him that side more often. He just wanted to understand.

But her determination stood in the way. It wasn't just determination, but an outright stubbornness. But he was patient, he knew she couldn't keep up this facade forever. Everyone breaks eventually.

Sometimes even him.