Sans sat at the end of the couch watching TV, Papyrus had gone to bed two hours ago, leaving him alone with the human sleeping at the other end of the couch. Occasionally he stole a glance at her, something about the way she slept made him feel nostalgic.

He turned her lighter over in his hand, upon closer inspection there was a picture of a small, blue phoenix on the front of it. He opened it, the chamber and wick were pretty blackened, this had seen a lot of use. He wondered if she smoked… he didn't see any cigarettes on her…

He was snapped out of his thoughts as she began to stir, he quickly hid the lighter in his pocket. Her eyes opened slowly, she stared at the ceiling for a moment bringing her hand to her head… she sat up looking around dazedly before her eyes fell on him, he waved pleasantly from his seat.

Her eyes immediately widened in fear, his smile fell as he realized she was still incredibly terrified of him; she pushed him back with her feet as she back-peddled away from him, yelping as she somersaulted over the armrest and onto the floor. He stood and carefully made his way to her and she scrambled backwards into the corner as if he were coming at her with a knife, she dug frantically through her pockets, when she found nothing she looked absolutely terrified and totally defeated. The way she just gave up and hung her head practically hurt him physically.

She trembled in the corner as he slowly knelt down to be on her level, she crossed her arms over her bent knees to hide her face, "hey…" he kept his tone gentle, "I'm not going to hurt you… Promise."

It was obvious she didn't believe him, he sat back on his knees, and sighed, "what do I have to do to prove I'm not a threat to you, no one down here really is…" he trailed off remembering that she was in fact highly sought after, and thus the last sentence wasn't entirely true…

She relaxed ever so slightly, but kept her head down, "where is it?" she tried to sound threatening, but it didn't work, her voice still shook with her body.

Sans removed the black box from his pocket, gauging her reaction. She looked up meekly, when she didn't lunge for it he took that at a sign she didn't plan on using it… however that worked, he gently took her wrist, she jerked away, he stayed in place and kept his hand held out, waiting.

She scanned his face, trying to figure out what he was trying to do. After a few moments she slowly offered him her hand, he took it gingerly, turning it palm up, she still offered a little resistance to his touch, but allowed him to guide her hand. he placed her lighter in her palm, then cupped her hand with both of his. "I'm going to give it back to you…" he tightened his grip slightly, "But you have to promise you won't threaten me or Papyrus."

She stared at him with wide eyes, tears had begun to trickle down her cheeks, "I promise…" her voice was so small.

He let go of her hand and sat back, watching her as she snapped the lighter open and shut, she didn't move from her place in the corner. A silence fell over them, he just watched as she played compulsively with her little piece of safety. He tried to wrap his mind around why something like a lighter could be so important to her, and why she behaved as if it were a weapon.

He knew she wasn't going to tell him anything, but her asked anyway, "why are you so protective of that thing?"

She kept her eyes on her busy hands, "it doesn't matter." Her tone was flat.

He so badly wanted to gain her trust, he continued the small talk, "why do you have a lighter, do you smoke?"

She shook her head, still not making eye contact, "it causes cancer."

He was getting nowhere here, he changed the subject, "does your head hurt?"

She stopped clicking the lighter, she looked up as if only just realizing she was clocked over the head just a few hours prior, "yes…"

He chuckled as he stood and went to the freezer, he pulled out a bag of peas that were bought over a month ago and were still unopened. Before he left the kitchen he grabbed a glass and filled it with water. He handed them to her and she held the peas to a pretty decent sized lump on her head, wincing before starting to guzzle the water.

"Sorry about that… Papyrus came to check on me and saw a human yelling at me… he was just a little rattled." He wiggled his brow bones comedically.

She sprayed water everywhere, her sudden outburst scaring the hell out of sans, "oh my god." She said, looking just as surprised as him and laughing out loud, "Did you just do what I think you did?"

"make a great pun? That's kind of my thing." He smiled at her, he was beginning to get through to her.

"Okay then… wow…" she said, sighing.

"you seem upset…" Sans remarked, observing the sad smile on her face.

Her eyes met his, "I'm not upset… It's just been a long time since I laughed like that."

He scanned her face, her eyes held a deep rooted sorrow and her smile began to fade. Just what has she been up to that has caused her so much grief? And why did he care so much? He barely knew her.

She began to play with her lighter again, propping the peas against the wall to keep them on her head. Sans laughed, remembering the day before, and how that sound had irritated him, "You know, that sound is very annoying…"

She stopped immediately, "I know…I'm sorry…I'll stop…"

Sans shook his head, "no, don't stop if it makes you feel better. I can deal with a little clicking."

She smiled at him appreciatively but pocketed the lighter, "Thank you but I think I feel better now. I'm sorry I overreacted so much, I was just told not to trust anyone… I guess I took those words pretty close to heart." Weight lifted from her shoulders as she began to reluctantly trust the skeleton sitting across from her.

Sans shrugged, "It's no big deal, I didn't really help, it's not very trustworthy to sneak up on people like that…"

A small smile lit her features, "Oh well, what's passed is past."

He stood and stretched, offering her a hand, "it's getting really late, you can stay on the couch for as long as you need, Paps won't give you any trouble."

She nodded taking his hand, "thank you…"

A thought crossed his mind, "Hey, I never got your name."

Her smile grew, "My name is Frisk."

"Well Frisk, I'm Sans, Sans the skeleton."