Honestly, Sans was surprised when he woke up again. He didn't think he was going to be getting back up that time. Admittedly, he kinda hoped he wouldn't. He wasn't in his room though. He wasn't even in his house. He recognized the roof. It wasn't the first time he had spent the night at the local inn. Usually when Papyrus had thrown him out or when Sans decided he needed a break from said monster.

"He's awake," a familiar, annoying voice said. There was sound of shuffling and a face came into view. His soul quivered. Again. He wished it would stop doing that.

"Hey, what's with that look?" Sans asked. She looked concerned. And sleep deprived.

"Don't be an asshole, asshole. She's been up all night looking after you. I told you you'd be fine after I healed you, but she wouldn't listen. Why she would give a damn about a trashbag like you is beyond me," the flower snorted. "OW! What was that for?"

The human glared at the flower with a pout. The flower grumbled something under his breath.

"Well… I'd better be gettin' back. Boss gets a bit 'bonely' when I'm not around."

Sans started to get up, but a hand on his chest stopped him. The human shook her head.

"Well, as much as I would love to have you as far away as possible, she isn't going to let you go until she's certain you are okay," the flower said.

"Uh huh. I could always… you…" Sans said. "...teleport away?"

"You could," the flower smirked knowingly. "But you won't."

Sans scowled. He flopped back down on the bed. The human smiled brightly.

"You might as well sleep. I have your Hp mostly restored, but some rest could do you some good," the flower said.

"Aww, if I didn't know any better I would think you were beginning to care," Sans said.

"Then you would be wrong, you smiling trash bag," the flower snapped.

The human giggled. He loved that sound. Realizing the direction his mind was going down again, he turned over onto his side away from the others in the room.

Xxx

The other two were asleep when he woke up again. She was in the other bed and the flower was on the nightstand between the two beds. He looked like he might have been playing lookout lest the monster in the other bed tried to hurt the damsel in the other bed. Like he's be able to do anything if Sans really wanted to hurt her.

Sans debated staying in bed, but decided he should really be heading back. Papyrus was pissed enough as is. He stood up and looked over to where his jacket was. It was hung on the coat rack in the corner of the room. She really did look good in it. Speaking of which, the human had turned over onto her back. She didn't have her sweater on, he realized. She was wearing a thin, plain, white, spaghetti-strap shirt. The blanket covered her lower half, but the thin shirt had ridden up to bare her midriff.

Sans gulped. He felt… strange. He felt like it was similar to something he felt before, but it was also different from anything he had never felt before as well. What surprised him the most though, was her tattoo. It was placed right above her heart. It looked like an upside down heart. Like a monster soul. Strange. Why would a human have a tatto of a monster's soul?

Sans couldn't help himself. He reached down to touch it. It was a feather light touch with very little actual contact, but it sent chills down his spine. What… what was this feeling? He didn't even notice he had moved until he was looming over her with one hand bracing himself next to her head. The human shifted in her sleep, causing the camisole to to slip, almost exposing one of her breasts.

Oh god. What the hell was this feeling?

Arousal.

Sans felt like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over him. Not that he's know how that felt. He couldn't get away from her fast enough. He stumbled off the bed before teleporting away. He landed in his bedroom. He stood there for a moment, letting the realization of what had just happened sink in.

He fell to his knees and vomited.

Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god oh god. What the hell was wrong with him. He was disgusting. She was so pure and innocent. How could he even think about her that way? She didn't deserve that, least of all front someone as disgusting as him. He was a disgusting pile of shit.

Just like his father.