"No, stop, please!"

Another needle slid into her soul, quickly draining out a thick black liquid into her as she screamed. No one listened. She thrashed as her leg wept blood, unable to do anything but sit there and cry for help.

But no one came.

"Increasing the amount of dosage of intensified liquid hatred," The Doctor above her spoke.

"No, no, please -"

Jane woke up choking on her breath.

She sat up quickly, glancing around the small, shared room. Clockwork passed out against her, and Zero quietly sleeping at the foot of the bed. Legs thrown out, drool cascading down from her open mouth. Jane sighed, reaching over to pet her hair. Zero mumbled something about Cheetos in her sleep before rolling over, likely adding another drool stain onto their shared blanket.

Cute.

Jane pushed aside one of her legs to free her own, climbing out of the comfortable bed. Past Eyeless Jack's lit up room she walked, past Jeff snoring too loudly in his own, then down the stairs. Towards the kitchen.

"Oh, hey'a." Sans squirted out ketchup onto a bowl of ice cream as she walked in, already making Jane consider turning right back around due to the pure disgust of that breakfast option. "Haven't fallen asleep yet?"

"Hi." She walked to the fridge, peering inside. "I did fall asleep. Just had a nightmare. What about you?"

Sans shrugged, forcing a spoon in through the frozen solid ice cream chunk within his bowl. "Nightmare as well. Guess watching Grey's Anatomy today was a shit ass idea for two people with medically related traumas, huh?"

"We should have pried the damn remote from Eyeless Jack," Jane said.

"Eh, he got a big ol' smile on his face, and considering how shy he is since he's been here for months and I still don't know much about him, it was probably worth it. For my suffering, anyways. Next time I'll give you a personal T.V or something."

"Yeah."

Sans glanced over. Wearing his usual 'I'm too lazy to get proper pajamas' outfit. Just a baggy shirt he stole from Laughing Jack. Due to the sheer size of it compared to Sans' tiny little neck and collarbone, it completely bagged to one side, showing off his right shoulder and a part of his arm.

"You look like you could use a drink," Sans said. A hand of his reached out, encompassed in blue magic, before suddenly a bottle of alcohol was lowered down from the top shelf. "Want some?"

She tilted her head to look at the label.

"Uh, be warned, it's strong shit, my friend runs a bar and he knows how to get the rare good stuff." Sans turned the bottle of whisky so she could see it better. "He has connections. Real nice connections."

Definitely looked like a rare brand. She didn't recognize it.

"Sure, poor me a glass," She said. Jane was always up for a challenge.

Sans chuckled, but listened nevertheless.

Soon they found themselves on the porch in the late days of January, watching the small remaining snow piles melt around them as they took sips of their burning alcohol. That admittedly tasted really, really good.

"Kinda sucked the snows already melting, I was hoping Bean could learn to walk before it does all melt away. Wanted her to play in the snow." Sans tipped his glass forward to gesture around as he spoke. "I mean, I've always kinda liked snow. People always talk about vacationing somewhere warm, but I'd rather go somewhere snowy. And I was hoping Bean would like it too. Guess the world is just too cold to me to help."

"I swear," Jane said, "Your puns have only been decreasing in quality since your child was born."

"Heh, yeah, probably."

The skeleton leaned back in the plastic porch chair, fingers playing with the rim of his glass cup. His fingers were so tiny, Jane had realized. So skinny and small.

"I had so many puns prepared for when she was born, but then she came out, and I held her, and... just... that was my kid, yer know? My little girl, who was just born and was so innocent and perfect and..." After a pause, he leaned back with a chuckle. "I loved her so much that instead of saying a single witty pun from the four fucking pages I prepared of Dad jokes, I broke out sobbing. Fuck me, right?"

"If you plan on having more children, you can use the list on them, right?"

"Nah, we both know I'll break down again."

Jane chuckled. Yeah. He totally would.

She took another sip of the whisky, leaving a small stain of black lipstick on the glass. Guess she forgot to wipe that off before she went to sleep. There was definitely a dark, smeared stain on the pillow in her room. God damn it.

"I'm probably going to have to move again after this house to find an even bigger one if I wanna have more kids, which I do." Sans tipped over the bottle of whisky over his glass, refilling the now empty cup. "Yer want a refill?"

"Yeah, sure."

After a moment, Sans paused, glancing over at her.

"Are you really sure? I know more than half a cup can wipe out even some strong ass people." For a moment, he narrowed his eye sockets to see if she'd hesitate. Instead, Jane simply smiled and pushed her cup underneath the bottle. "Fine then, but I'm not carrying you upstairs."

"Don't worry, I can handle my drinks."

She was surprised how good it was. High quality, with a fine and smooth taste that left a pleasant burn in her throat. Not watered down or flavorless.

Jane knew her drinks well. Not only did she enjoy having a glass or two occasionally, whenever she went to events with alcohol people would try to get her drunk. More often then not could she recall people offering drink after drink on those nights, slipping shots or loudly proclaiming they'd pay for it just to get her fucked up for the night. She, of course, accepted these offers, because it was free drinks and she couldn't get drunk. It was always good to smile and wave as she walked out of the bar, leaving behind the many confused stares that wondered how the hell she managed to down ten full glasses of alcohol and didn't even slightly stumble in her heels. Fun times.

"Clockwork, though, she can't handle anything. It takes just one shot and she's wasted," Jane said, "Zero can handle a few drinks but she gets wild."

"Wild?" Sans looked over with a grin. "What does that mean?"

"Gets all excited and wants to party things up, typical drunk stuff, just with her stabbing people because - you know, serial killer. Which is kinda hot."

"I know!"

Suddenly Sans leaned forward, an annoyed expression on his face.

"You know what?" Jane asked.

"Why are serial killers hot? This is super unfair. I didn't realize the trap of dating Laughing Jack because he opened my eyes and now I think I have some serial killer kink or something!" Sans threw up his hands with annoyance, causing some of the whisky to splash outside of the glass. "First he made me attracted to him somehow, then suddenly you whipping out a knife is hot somehow and it's annoying!" He huffed. "Now at this point I'm going to be chasing down serial killers not because of some stupid curse that's already broken, or because I felt like I needed to give them a home - nope, it's gonna be because it gets me an extra bone if you catch my drift."

After he finished his little rant, he noticed some of his drink had sloshed out, causing the little skeleton to sigh and pour his cup until it was full again.

"Sorry, for uh... that little rant," Sans said, "Just worried a bit. Because I'm poly, so I wanna date more people, but that means actually going out there and finding people. Which I'm worried about. Because I dunno if I'll be satisfied with normal people anymore. Laughing Jack broke my attraction ability."

Jane giggled. "Broke your attraction ability?"

"Yeah. Came in with a sludge hammer and now I guess I'm addicted to the excitement dating a serial killer brings. Dunno. Whenever I think about another future date all I can imagine is a CreepyPasta." Sans put aside the drink, sighing as he leaned forward, causing more of the shirt to slip and reveal more of his ribcage.

"Is that a scar?"

Sans froze, and Jane realized she may have pushed too far into a different topic.

"You don't have to explain where you got it from," Jane said, turning away. "I understand."

"Thanks."

They sat in silence for a moment. Only the sips of their whisky, along with soft breaths, filled the air.

"Honestly, it kinda sucks that you weren't interested in me," Sans said, "Because I just realized we got a lot in common."

"And we both do want children," Jane said, pausing as she thought it over.

They... would actually be pretty damn compatible. Understanding of experiments, which was real fucking rare in this world. Both cared for people. And he would be her type too. Smart, but not overly obnoxious about it, only with a little bite when he really needed it. And cute. Seriously cute with that big round skull of his and tiny bones. A bit weird, but hey, one of her girlfriends had a clock for an eye now.

She suddenly leaned over, pinning one hand next to Sans.

"And you could get pregnant so I wouldn't have to worry if we decided we want a child," Jane said.

The sudden realization that Jane was now interested in the topic of them dating sent Sans to a bright blush, jaw dropping open. Did he seriously never consider it'd happen at all? Sure, she was just lying at first just to get a safe place to sleep, but now she was actually interested in it. Seriously interested in it. In the idea. In him.

"Okay, I think that's enough whisky," Sans said, reaching over to grab her glass of mostly gone alcohol.

She snatched his arm before he could, moving it away.

"Sans, the experiments made me stronger and faster, but they also made me build up a resistance to drugs. It'd take a whole purse horse tranquilizers to even get me drowsy. I'm sober right now." She tilted her head to the side. "And so are you."

"Oh, uh..." His blush intensified. "Yeah. Real sober."

Jane moved forward off of her chair, maneuvering to properly pin his hand above his head so he couldn't avoid his own emotions. She noticed it when she first moved in. Sans was great with helping other people with themselves, but tended to ignore his own. Which led to the downfall he had before. And why he ended up with an unexpected pregnancy instead of dealing with how he felt. Laughing Jack was good at helping him with that stuff. He just hasn't fully learned yet.

"Zero and Clockwork said I'm allowed to sleep with whoever I want whenever I want, and I said the same for them," Jane said, "How about you."

"Uh, yeah... Laughing Jack said I could bone up or date whoever I want 'cause he just wants me to be happy." Sans avoided her eyes, but his eye lights occasionally flickered back.

"So that means we're two adults who have a lot in common and both have open beds for another partner." She tilted her head to the side. "And I'm a consenting adult. Are you?"

The squeak was small, yet very audible. "Um, I'm... I'm not... um... good, at it, I mean."

Jane paused, before gently pulling away. "That's not a problem with me, are you... nevermind, we can wait. I'm fine."

"You sure? I can, uh..."

Sans looked away. Can what? He's only had sex two times and one of them he didn't even give Laughing Jack a good second time. And Jane had a lot of sex, she'd probably be expecting something good.

"Let's wait, I'll need to research this anyways. I've never heard about monster sex before and I realized I might need to figure out what the hell I'd be getting myself into."

And, with that, Jane settled back into her seat. Sans slumped back. Shit. Now he felt like an ass. She hit on him, like, for real. She actually hit on him.

Holy shit. Jane was into him.

And he fucked it up!

"Want to go grab a bite and talk?"

Sans glanced up. What?

Jane, looking at Sans like he was the biggest idiot in the world, gave a smile. A soft, firm smile, that said he was going to do what she said. "Let's go get something to eat and talk a bit."

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Since the last time I uploaded was on a Thursday, I'm uploading today then next week I'll upload on a Saturday then I can get back onto my regular schedule so you lovely people don't suffer too long in-between uploads

And yes JanexSans is finally happening everyone you may scream now