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  Fandom:
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      Meryn_Trant, Original_Characters, Original_Child_Character(s), Mero_|_The
      Titan's_Bastard, Missandei_(ASoIaF), Brienne_of_Tarth
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      Affairs, Eventual_Sandor_Clegane/Sansa_Stark, Grief/Mourning, Bitch
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      Sexual_Assault, Badass_Sansa_Stark, Trials, Falling_In_Love, Confessions,
      Love_Confessions, First_Time, Fluff_and_Smut, Poems, overuse_of_the_words
      Little_Bird, Pregnancy_Scares, Execution, Hanging, Brienne_is_the_Best
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      Published: 2018-02-21 Updated: 2018-03-20 Chapters: 15/? Words: 42560
****** We Keep Going, Little Bird ******
by GameOfHounds
Summary
     Like many others, Sandor Clegane didn’t think the zombie apocalypse
     would ever happen, but it happened. He also didn’t think his life
     would change after a young girl crashes through his window one night,
     but that happened too.
     (Modern GOT/Sansan Zombie AU)
***** Chapter 1 *****
Sandor is used to going everywhere alone, and being alone, far before this mess
ever happened. He’s not exactly a people person, people don’t like him, he
doesn’t like them either, and that’s just fine with him. You’d think after
having a zombie apocalypse dumped on you, you’d want to be around as many of
the living as possible, but he could care less. And just because the dead are
the biggest, doesn’t make the living by better.
Today he walked along a deserted highway, whistling a cheerful tune to break
the eerie silence, when he heard something ahead. As he got closer, he realized
it was moaning. It could be anything, but with what’s been happening these last
few months, it usually means one thing. 
That’s when he saw a zombie trying to drag herself across the road by her arms,
her bottom half missing. It was like a bad joke, Why did the Zombie cross the
road? It made him laugh, and he observed her from where he stood.
By the looks of it, she’s been dead for over a month, and had fed recently too,
judging by all the old and new blood, caked around her mouth. He knew what he
had to do, but looking at them sometimes made him sad. This one couldn’t have
been older than fifteen. The first one of these he had ever killed was an eight
year old boy who was tearing into his older sisters neck. After killing him, he
put the girl out of her misery, but he’ll never stop hearing her screams,
pleading for her little brother to stop. 
Pulling out his machete, he approached the girl just as she turned her head and
looked up at him with bright blue eyes. She moaned and started turning herself
towards him, but didn’t get far once he pressed his foot down on her back,
pinning her to the pavement. He sighed and said “Sorry sweetheart. But I don’t
think I’d taste very good to you.” Before flipping his weapon, blade facing
down, aimed right for the side of her head. She reached up for him, and as soon
as he thrusted down, she stopped moving. After pulling it out of her skull, he
cleaned his weapon before moving on, and his time, he didn’t whistle. 
**
If you had told him six months ago that the world would end with a virus that
turns people into zombies, he would’ve laughed in your face until he pissed
himself. A fucking zombie apocalypse, it sounds so stupid, it’s almost funny.
But it’s terrifying because it spread all over the globe in less than a few
weeks. Once one of them gets you, you’ll get a nasty fever and die, that is, if
they don’t rip you to shreds first. Then after some time you’ll come back, and
be ready to eat whatever remains of the living.
Who would’ve thought that this would be part of God’s endgame? Sandor figured
it would’ve been war, the rapture, the second coming, anything but this. This
feels like a punishment. If it were the rapture, he’d still be on the ground,
he knows that much. He’s not a saint, but he’s not his older brother either, so
maybe that’s one redeeming quality about him.
**
To his surprise, the dragger on the highway has been the only stiff he’s
encountered so far today. It’s not unusual, different days, different numbers,
all the time. The most he’s ever killed at one time was a horde of twenty while
in a city, all by himself. He knows how to take care of business, but if he was
alone and was dealing with more than of twenty of them, he’d probably be in
trouble. 
There wasn’t a certain destination, he went wherever and doesn’t care where
he’d end up next. He’s heard crap about safe zones, zombie free, but it’s
almost never true. No place is completely safe. As the sun beat down on him,
Sandor looked up to the cloudless sky, and thought about how good it would feel
if it started raining, pouring, right then and there. It hasn’t rained in a
couple of weeks, and it was clear it wouldn’t be happening today. 
A few weeks ago, he came upon a graveyard of cars and finally found one that
would actually work after hot wiring it. It worked just fine for him, hardly
ever had problems, the one day it decided it didn’t love him anymore, and
simply gave up on him. He checked and double checked every possible thing he
could think of, but couldn’t figure it out. Frustrated, he abandoned the car
altogether, and has walked ever since. It sucks sometimes, but the exercise is
good and helps to clear his mind. In a scenario like this, it would be a very
good idea to keep yourself up, and he does the best he can with that. These
zombies aren’t runners, but they’re by no means, slow. 
**
Later, he holed up in one of many abandoned houses in some cookie cutter cul-
de-sac, killing a few geeks that got locked in. He set his stuff down in the
living room and after seeing that the house was now zombie free, he spent the
next few hours, lying on the couch. He remembers dreaming of living in a place
like this, when he was little. Nice house, nice neighbors, kids and dogs
running around, everyone being nice to each other. Being one of those “happy
families” you’d see in picture frames at the store. As stupid as it sounds, he
used to dream of that kind of life with his family, but his was on the far end
of that spectrum. They could’ve given the Manson family a run for their money.
Once it got dark, he never got off the couch. He just spent the night staring
up at the ceiling, hearing nothing save for his own breathing. He was trying to
decide whether to just stay here for a few days, or blow his brains out
tomorrow. It’s not like he’s got anyone missing him, nobody would even blink.
Hell if Gregor we’re here and he asked him what he should do, he’d tell Sandor
to quit his bitching and just do it. But Gregor isn’t here, he’s rotting in a
shallow grave in the backyard of Sandor’s old house. That thought him smile,
and he decided to see what happens in the next week or so, before making his
final decision.
**
Two nights later, he was fast asleep on the couch, his snores filling the room
if not the rest of the house. He’s always been a loud sleeper, and could pretty
much sleep through anything, depending on what goes on. It wasn’t until
something crashed into the living room, landing with a loud thud, until he was
now fully awake. He stood from the couch and looked down to see a man and a
girl on the floor, lying on top of broken glass. The girl screamed at him, hit
and kicked at him, while he struggled to get on top of her. Then she grabbed
hold of his exposed wrist and bit down with all her might.
The guy yelled as she tore into him, and fought to get out of her hold, shoving
at her forehead, shaking to get loose, until he succeeded. He was bleeding
everywhere, and she had his blood all over her mouth. He yelled “You fucking
bitch!” And back handed her. Sandor should’ve acted earlier, but after seeing
him hit her, that got him moving. He grabbed his machete off of the coffee
table, marched over to them, and drove the blade right through the side his
head, just like that girl on the highway. He went deeper until the handle
touched his temple, before yanking it out.
The girl screamed and that’s when Sandor saw they had more company. Two men
climbed through the broken window, and it took him less than thirty seconds to
cut them both down. One guy he stabbed three times in the stomach before
slashing his throat, and the other guy, he just cut his head off. He looked
down at them before moving his gaze over to her. “There anymore of them?”
She shook her head and said “N-No.”
He came over to her and offered his hand, but she panicked and scrambled back,
saying “Don’t come near me!” As if she didn’t just bite a chunk out of the
first guy, like it was nothing.
Sandor said “I’m not gonna hurt you, girl. If I wanted to, you’d be like them
by now.” Pointing over to her friends on the floor.
“I don’t care, don’t come any closer!”
He watched as she got up, nearly tripping in the process, and backed her self
up against a corner. He sighed and dropped the machete before putting his hands
up where she could see them. “There, does that make you feel any better? I
won’t hurt you, Little Bird.”
The girl didn’t budge, but looked offended by the name. Sandor said “Look,
you’re all cut up. Just let me take a look at you, and then you can go on your
merry way. Deal?” She hesitated, but eventually nodded and stepped away from
the corner. He said “Atta girl. Let’s go into the kitchen now, nice and easy.”
And stayed a respectable distance away as they went to the kitchen.
She looked away for just a minute, and then gasped when he grabbed her by the
waist and hoisted her up, only to sit her down on the counter. Sandor put his
hands up again and said “Sorry, Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you, calm down.
Christ. Alright, you’ve got some cuts from the glass, and your cheek is red
from where he smacked you. Just sit back and stay calm Little Bird, I’ll patch
you up.” First off, he carefully removed all the shards of glass from her face,
thinking she was damn lucky she didn’t get blinded or have her carotid severed
when they crashed in. Then he carefully got all the shards that were tangled in
her red hair, hoping he got them all.
Every now and then, he’d say “You’re alright, you’re alright.” But doubted it
helped her any. When he was done, he looked for a clean dishcloth. He found one
in one of the drawers and turned the faucet on before letting cool water run
over it. After shutting it off, he came back over to her and said “Alright
Little Bird, hold still for me, okay?”
She nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, gripping the edge of the counter tight.
He started dabbing over the cuts with the cloth, being as careful as he could
while he cleaned them. To his surprise, she didn’t hiss or even let out any
other sound of distress as he cleaned them. Just wait until he uses alcohol,
then that will change.
After cleaned the blood on and around her mouth, he said “I’ll be right back,
I’ve got a first aid kit in my bag. Don’t move.” And hurried out of the kitchen
to the living room. After digging through his duffel bag, he found what he
needed and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the liquor cabinet, before coming
back. He smiled and held up the stuff before setting them on the counter next
to her. 
“Now this’ll be the fun part. It’ll sting like a bitch, but it’s better than
getting an infection.” He said as he opened the bottle, pouring a little on a
balled up paper towel. He set the bottle down and looked back up at her.
“Ready?” She nodded and tightened her grip on the counter, bracing herself once
more. As soon as he touched down on one cut with it, she gritted her teeth to
keep from crying out. 
After he got all of them cleaned, he applied some Neosporin before covering
them with band-aids. “There we are, good as new.” Then his eyes drifted own to
her shirt. It was torn open on one side at the top, exposing a portion of her
bra. He pointed at it and said “You’ll need a new shirt, this ones shit now.
May I?” 
She opened her mouth to speak, but only a gasp came out as he grabbed hold of
the torn fabric, and ripped it further. She started to panic and as soon as the
shirt was completely torn open, Sandor grabbed a thin wrist in each hand to
stop her. “Girl, stop your squawking! Hey, hey, look at me. Look at me, Little
Bird.” She finally stopped and looked at him, and that’s when she noticed his
scars, seemingly for the first time. He was surprised she didn’t notice before,
but she had her focus elsewhere.
He said “I know you’re scared, but I told you before, I am not going to hurt
you. I do however, want to give you a new shirt, if you’ll let me. Will you let
me do that?”
He dropped her wrists after she nodded and shook his head before walking back
out. He didn’t have many shirts, but he hasn’t used his time here to really
search the house for anything useful, so he’ll have to remember to do that
later. Maybe he’ll find some then. He grabbed one and when he walked back in,
he stopped dead in his tracks.
He saw the girl was no longer sitting on the counter, but was leaning up
against the fridge, squeezing her eyes shut as she was pulling at something. A
shard of glass from her side. He went over to help, saying “Here, let me.” Only
to have his hand slapped away.
She glared up at him and said “I got it.” Causing him to frown. She cried out
once she finally pulled it free. he didn’t know how deep it went, but hopefully
it didn’t get anything important. 
He grabbed the same dishcloth and took a closer look at the wound before
sighing “You’re going to need stitches for that one. Am I allowed to do that
for you, Your Royal Highness, or do you have that covered too?”
She shook her head and said “Do whatever you need to do.” And moved her arm so
he could work. She’s so pale, the blood dripping from her wound and down
her porcelain skin, looked eerie. And with the blood she had on her mouth
earlier, she looked like a vampire.
She squirmed a little as he cleaned it, and it was irritating. “Girl, stop
moving.”
“I’m trying, it hurts!” She hissed. After he finished up, he poured a little
Vodka over it, causing her to hiss and bite her tongue.
“There you go. Is there anywhere else that I need to check, or are you good?”
She blushed and shook her head, saying “I’m good, thank you.”
He nodded and handed her the shirt. “It’ll be way too big for you, but it’s all
I’ve got. You got anything with you?”
He watched as she pulled the shirt on, doing the buttons up in a hurry before
pulling her red hair out of the collar. It looked like a dress on her, she
looked so tiny, it was almost cute. “I had some things, but um, when those men
chased me, I dropped it. They chased me for a few blocks, I think I could find
it again if we looked.”
Sandor sighed and said “Lovely. You with anyone?”
Her blue eyes widened in fear. “I beg your pardon?”
He rolled his eyes and said “Are you with anyone? A group? Family? Anyone?”
She shook her head, eyes shifting to the floor. “I was, but I’m not anymore. I
was supposed to meet my little sister Arya at a specific place, but she wasn’t
there when I got there. I’m still looking for her.” 
He nodded and she took a step towards him. “Could I...Could I possibly stay
with you? Until I find Arya, I’ve got no one else.”
Sandor doesn’t do groups or have travelling companions. People usually take one
look at him all but run for the hills, screaming. If Gregor never fucking burnt
his face, maybe that wouldn’t happen. Maybe then he wouldn’t be so bitter. This
girl has no idea what she’s asking for.
Before he could say anything, she said “Look, I know I’m just some girl that
crashed through your window an hour ago, but I’d be useful. I can pull my
weight, I can keep you company, I’ll be a good girl. All I want to do is find
my sister. Please?”
He was going to regret this, he knows he will. But he saw what those guys were
going to do with her, and who knows how many others have tried. There’s no
denying that she’s a beautiful girl, and that could kill her. And with the dead
outliving the living by God knows how many, if she fell into the wrong hands,
she’d be used to breed. They’d ruin her. He sighed and said “Alright. But you
stay close to me, you got it? Don’t go anywhere alone, don’t leave my sight
when we go anywhere, pull your own weight, and don’t be a pain in my ass. The
minute you do any of that, we’re done, got it?”
She nodded and said “Yes Sir. I’m Sansa, by the way. Sansa Stark.”
He fought back a smile while thinking about how their names sound together.
Sansa and Sandor, could confuse some people. He nodded and said “Sandor
Clegane.” 
***** Chapter 2 *****
The next morning, Sansa got out of bed to see if she could take a shower. She
needed one, but her new friend needed it more. As soon as she opened the door,
she let out a scream. One of the men Sandor killed last night was up and
moving. He had stabbed him and slit his throat, but he was up and moving. 
She pushed him away and managed to close the bedroom door when she heard Sandor
calling her name. “Sandor! Sandor, help me!” 
**
Sandor was partly awake when he heard Sansa scream. He shot up off the bed and
grabbed the machete before going out in the hall. One of the guys that had
chased her was up and moving, even after he stabbed and slit the guys throat.
The brain. He forgot that you need to destroy the fucking brain, or else
they’ll just keep on coming. 
He came up to it and said “Hey!” swinging as soon as it turned and looked at
him, cutting his head in half. He watch as he dropped to the ground and when he
looked back up, he saw a frightened Little Bird looking down at the corpse
before looking back up at him. Wiping the blood on his jeans, he asked “What
happened?”
She said “I-I was going to the bathroom and when I opened the door, he
surprised me. I panicked, I’m sorry.”
Sandor wanted to yell, tell her what she did was stupid, but it really wasn’t
her fault. People can make stupid decisions when they panic. He simply shook
his head and said “Nothing to be sorry about, Little Bird. This ones on me.”
Before going back into his room.
**
After Sansa said she succeeded in taking a shower, Sandor went and took one
himself. It’s been awhile since he’s taken one, some days he gets lucky and
finds a place that still has running water, but most places either don’t or
have very little of it. And what could be better than a nice hot shower? Maybe
some sex.
Last night they agreed to sleep in separate rooms, even though he told her he
wouldn’t try anything. Their rooms are just two doors down, so he decided that
they’d be close enough. He understands why she’d want to be away from him, she
got attacked by some guys and if they didn’t crash into Sandor’s house, they
could’ve succeeded in raping her. 
It’s no secret that Sandor has had some trouble with finding love, or even just
sex. He’s the big scary man with the burnt face, and the mean attitude, he’s
lucky enough to get sex from prostitutes. Though he’s been denied by a few
before, even when offering them a decent amount. It’s been almost two years
since he last had sex, he’s frustrated as hell. But even with a pretty thing
like Sansa, he wouldn’t force himself on her. Now if she got Gregor instead of
him, he’d fuck her bloody, and dump her body like trash. Sandor may be an
asshole, but his brother was the real monster.
He does feel guilty that there’s a very small part of him that thinks like
Gregor. Sharing a house with a pretty girl with a tight little body, which he’s
partially seen and touched, that part of him wants to see and touch more. That
part wants to make her scream every night until she’s reduced to a puddle. 
He’s got needs just like everyone else, and some would think it logical that he
uses this to his advantage, especially now. But he won’t do a damn thing about
it. He has no idea how old Sansa is, and even though she’s a nice girl, he
knows she’d reject him like so many before her. So he won’t do a damn thing
unless he has her say so, and that’s just fine with him. He’s got more things
to worry about than getting laid.
**
“So how long has your sister been missing?” Sandor asked as they raided a house
for supplies. He was in a girl’s bathroom, while Sansa looked through the
adjoining bedroom. 
Sansa said “Almost two weeks.” As she pulled open an underwear drawer and
sifted through it. She found some that were in her size, and they looked clean.
Though part of it disgusted her, wearing someone else’s underwear, they don’t
have much of a choice when it comes to clothes these days. They just have to
take what they get.
The room reminded Sansa of her own room. posters and photos plastered
everywhere, stuffed animals, magazines and books, having her own
computer. Looking around this girl’s bedroom reminded her so much of herself,
but filled her with overwhelming sadness. Like this girl must have been, she
worried about boys, her grades, and maybe a little self conscious about her
body. But judging by the blood stains all over the bed this girl is most likely
dead while Sansa is alive. 
She was completely unaware that Sandor stood in the doorway, watching her as
she stared at the mess on the girl’s bed. She jumped when he cleared his
throat, and turned her attention back to him. “You okay?” 
“Hmm? Oh yes, I’m fine.” She said, nodding. She even smiled a little at him,
though she knew he didn’t believe it. 
He studied her for a minute before nodding and said “I uh, I found some stuff
in here that you could use.” Before handing over a plastic bag containing
women’s toiletries, sanitary napkins and tampons. She blushed and he said
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t gross me out, happens to all ladies. Just be sure to
direct that anger at the dead, Little Bird.” Shooting her a smirk before going
to another room.
When they finished, they had some new clothes, some food, and each got a new
bag to put their things in. Sandor followed her as she led him to where she had
left her things behind, and she sighed in relief when she saw they were still
there. She said “I figured I’d have a better chance to get away if I had
nothing on me to weigh me down. Circle back once I lost them. When the one one
top of me surprised me, I fought with him and I was the one that made us crash
through the window.”
Sandor smiled and looked down at her, picturing that in his head along with
when she bit the guy. “You’re more badass than I thought, Little Bird.”
Sansa smiled and shrugged, saying “I guess it was the adrenaline. My dad taught
us some self-defense tactics. I think Arya had the most fun with them though,
and got in trouble for it after some fat boy was harassing her at school. She
got him right in the nose.” They laughed and she said “My mom was pissed, but
when dad picker her up from school, he high fives her. and took her out for ice
cream. I think you’d like her.”
He nodded and said “I like her already. How many siblings do you have?”
Instantly regretting it when he watched the smile drop from her face. He forgot
that she said it was just her and Arya.
He opened his mouth, but she said “No, it’s alright...It was me, Arya, my
brothers Robb, Bran, Rickon, and my half-brother Jon. My parents were killed in
a crash just a few days after it started, they told us to stay in the house
with our Uncle Benjen and their friend Jory. After they died-“
He said “Hey, no more of that now. Don’t think of the bad stuff, just think
about your sister. I’ll help you look for her, just think about her and how
we’re going to find her alive, alright?”
Sansa nodded, her blue eyes filled with tears, and she smiled. “You’ll help me
find her?”
Sandor nodded and said “Of course, Little Bird. We’ll find her. Come on, let’s
eat.”
**
Two weeks had passed, and they still haven’t found Arya. Sandor could see the
frustration and worry on her face, but he’d always reassure her, and that they
would find her alive and well. The only clue they found was a shoe stuck
between two rocks. Sansa confirmed that it was Arya’s.
Since it was just the two of them, and that Sandor didn’t want her out of his
sight, it made things harder for when they’d search for him. If they had more
people, they’d be able to spread out, but they don’t. She cries herself to
sleep every night, he would know. They share the same room sometimes. He’d
always take the floor and let her have the bed when that would happen, and
she’d try to keep quiet so she wouldn’t wake him.
Most of the time he’d just pretend to be asleep, not wanting to bother her, and
he wasn’t good with comforting people. It had gotten to the point where he
hates it now. Every time he’d hear it, he wanted to hold her, and tell her
everything will be okay. But he doesn’t, and he feels like an ass every time he
doesn’t.
**
Sansa was lying on her stomach, still sleeping when Sandor knocked on the door.
When she didn’t answer, he opened it and said “Time to get up, Little Bird.”
She groaned and said “No.” pulling the covers higher over herself.
Sandor chuckled and said “Come on now, you can’t just lie around in bed all
day.”
Burying her face into the pillow, Sandor got a muffled “Watch me.” and he
smiled. He walked over to the bed, pulling the covers off. He didn’t realize
she was just in a big sleep shirt, and stepped back as she scrambled to cover
herself. She managed to pull one of the sheets over herself, yelling “Sandor,
what the hell?!”
He put his hands up in defense and said “Sorry, Little Bird, didn’t know you
weren’t decent.”
She scowled at him and asked “What do you want?”
He said “Well, I figured you’d like to join me for another day of looking for
your sister, but if you need to sleep a little longer, by all means.” Before
smiling.
She shook her head and said “No, no, I’m up. I can’t possibly go back to sleep
now. Just get out so I can get dressed, okay?”
He nodded and said “Of course. Sorry for the intrusion.” Before walking out,
closing the door behind him. The image of her when he pulled the sheets off
will haunt him for days, but it never ceases to amaze him just how good his
self control is.
**
Sansa wishes they didn’t have to move around so much, but if they stay
somewhere unsecured for too long, things will get complicated. A horde could
fall down on them and the wrong move could kill them. Even though she doesn’t
always like it, she knows it has to be done.
It took them awhile before they got to the next town, deserted like all the
others, save for some zombies. She stood right as his side as they walked the
streets, looking around. When Sandor spotted an abandoned bar ahead, he smiled
and asked “Up for a drink, Little Bird?” Looking down at her.
She stopped and looked up at him as he gestured over to the bar, before shaking
her head. “I’m too young to drink.”
Sandor frowned and asked “How old are you?”
“Seventeen in two weeks.”
He nodded and said “So let me get this straight. You’re Seventeen, this world
is shit now, there’s no real laws anymore. Still too young to drink?”
They stared at each other for a minute before Sansa took off, walking towards
the building. Sandor smiled and said “Wait up, Little Bird!”
He caught up her and went in first, and she followed behind him. So far, it was
clear. It was just a two story building, with bars on the windows, and after
reluctantly allowing her to go off and check the bathrooms by herself, he
checked behind the bar and then moved on towards the back room. The minute he
pushed the door open, he got smacked in the nose with the butt of a shotgun.
He cried out and covered his injured nose, feeling warm blood trickle down his
nose and palm. I took him a minute before he could see again, and that’s when
he saw a girl standing before him. A platinum blond pointing the gun at him.
The longer he stared at her, the more he was seeing in red. “You bitch, you
broke my fucking nose!”
The girl poured and said “Aww, you poor baby.”
He heard something outside and rushed out when he heard Sansa yelling for him.
Some guy was standing behind her, pulling her head back by her hair, with a
knife pointed at her exposed throat. The guy smirked at him before speaking in
a different language. He had no clue what the guy was saying, but he could tell
he was mocking him.
“Let her go.” He snarled, his blood already boiling since he got hit. The guy
responded in the same dialect, when another voice appeared, grabbing the their
attention. They looked over to see an older man walk in, and after the two went
back and forth in the language, he let Sansa go.
She rushed over to him, horror in her eyes as they fixed on his damaged nose,
asking “What happened?” She reached up to gently touch his face, but pulled
back at the last second.
He turned and glared over at the blond, who looked pretty pleased with herself,
before looking back at Sansa. “I’m fine, Little Bird. I’ve had worse.” He said
before looking back at the others. “Who the fuck are you people?”
The older man stepped forward, hands up in defense. “Please, forgive our
rudeness. My name is Jorah Mormont. These are Khal Drogo, and his wife,
Daenerys Targaryen. Welcome.”
Sandor chuckled and shook his head. “Some welcome.” Covering his injured nose
again.
The blond said “This is our bar, we were here first.”
Sansa said “We didn’t mean to intrude. We were just looking around, I’m sorry.”
The older man said “No sorry needed. You’re welcome to stay, I can work on his
nose if you’d like.”
Sansa nodded and said “Yes please, thank you, Sir.” Before grabbing Sandor’s
wrist, pulling him towards a seat at one of the tables.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Sandor cried out as the man reset his nose before stitching up the gash that
was made, the best he could. “There we go. Daenerys is usually a sweet girl,
but she’s very protective of the people around her.”
The younger man groaned and said “Just ray of fucking sunshine.” And squeezed
his eyes shut, hissing as he poured alcohol over the wound.
When he was done, he patted Sandor’s back and said “All done. Now be good to
it, you’ve only got the one.”
The younger man nodded and said “Thanks doc.”
The older man smiled, eyes crinkling, and said “I’m not a doctor. I’m just an
old man who knows a few things.”
Sandor nodded and said “Yeah, okay.” He cleared his throat, wincing from the
pain it caused his nose, before saying “Fuck. Hey uh, Jordan-“
“Jorah.”
Sandor frowned and said “Alright then, Jorah, mind telling me where my friend
is?”
“The girl? Last I saw, she went to the bathroom with Dany. Ah, here they are
now.”
He turned in his seat, looking over to see Sansa and Daenerys giggling and
looking at their reflections in the mirror behind the bar. Sandra’s hair was
done up all pretty in a ponytail with intricate braids. Sandor shook his head
and said “The girl breaks my nose and she lets her do her hair. Unbelievable.”
Jorah gave him a sympathetic smile, and patted his shoulder. “I’m sorry for
your devastating betrayal.”
Sandor looked over at the guy that held his Little Bird captive, and frowned
when he saw he was staring at him. He didn’t break eye contact from him and
asked “So what’s his problem?”
Jorah looked over at him before looking back at a Sandor, saying “Khal is
an...Interesting man. He’s a man of few words, only speaking to his wife and
myself. Sometimes I translate for Daenerys, but I’ve taught her all I know of
his native tongue.
“Which is what, exactly?”
“Dothraki.”
The younger man looked up at him confused, asking “Dothraki? Never heard of
it.”
The older man shrugged and said “Neither had the rest of the world. It’s pretty
much a dead language. I could teach you and your friend someday, if you’d
like.”
Sandor scoffed and said “Yeah, cause I’d love to talk to that guy.” Not liking
the way the guy was staring at him, sometimes looking at the girls.
Jorah sat down in the chair beside him and said “He’s quite the charmer. Be
lucky that it was Daenerys that came at you, she’s not as creative about
greeting strangers as Khal is.” 
**
Later that day, Sansa sat in front of him, crossing her arms before leaning
them on the table. “How are you feeling?”
Sandor sighed and said “Like some blond bitch smacked me in the face with a
shotgun.” Raising his voice to be sure that Daenerys heard him.
Sansa frowned and said “She was just protecting their bar.
He scoffed and said “Yeah, okay.” Before grabbing the bottle of Whisky Jorah
left for him on the table, and pouring himself a shot. He tossed it back and
then took another glass and poured another one. He  set it down in front of her
and asked “Still up for that drink, Little Bird?”
He watched as she picked up the glass, brought it up to her nose, sniffed, and
cringed. She looked up at him through her lashes and asked “What is it?”
“Whiskey. One of my favorites, I think you might like it.”
She raised an eyebrow and giggled. “I highly doubt that, but okay.” Before
bringing it to her lips and tossing it back. 
As soon as it touched her tongue, she quickly turned and spit it up on the
floor, coughing. He got up and went over to her, kneeling down to her level. He
patted her back and asked “You alright?” Fighting back laughter. 
She nodded and said “Yep. I’m good.” Before sitting back up. She coughed a few
more times, covering her mouth before saying “My God, that was terrible...How
can you drink that?”
Sandor smiled and shrugged. “Magic, I guess. Wanna try it again? Or something
else, perhaps?”
She quickly shook her head and said “No thank you.”
**
That night they slept together in the apartment upstairs. Drogo took the first
night shift, Daenerys slept on the couch, Jorah slept on a recliner, and Sandor
and Sansa shared the mattress on the floor. In four hours, Jorah would get up
and relieve Drogo so he could sleep. Sandor offered to sleep on the floor, but
she said she was freezing, despite the heat. Somehow she managed to get Sandor
Clegane, the man who doesn’t do cuddling, to hold her. She was curled up in a
ball facing him, head lying on his arm.
It felt weird to him. He’s never cuddled with a woman, not even any of the
whores he’s fucked. He’s let them clean up, make sure they got their money and
leave them, or they’d leave him. But now he’s got his arms around a Seventeen
year old girl he’s known for less than a month, and it’s starting to scare him.
Especially since he doesn’t want to let her go.
It took him awhile to fall asleep, so he spent some of that time watching her
sleep. As creepy as that is, he couldn’t help himself. She looked peaceful for
once, which is better than hearing her cry herself to sleep almost every night.
Why did he never fucking try to comfort her while he heard that? But seeing her
like this now, may help him sleep better tonight.
They need to find Arya, and he prays the find her as however she looked when
Sansa last saw her, and not as one of those things. That thought made him
frown, but he pushed it out of his head for now and eventually fell asleep, his
Little Bird safe in his arms.
**
When he woke up in the morning, the bed was empty, and he was alone. He quickly
got up, thinking the worst when he could hear laughter downstairs. He walked
out and when he reached the top of the stairs, he looked down and saw Sansa
sitting with Daenerys and Jorah, Drogo nowhere to be seen. 
He sighed and went down to them, sitting at the bar two seats down from Sansa.
The girl smiled brightly at him, such a pretty smile, he thought. “Morning
Sandor!”
He nodded once and said “Good morning, Little Bird. What’s for breakfast?”
Sansa shrugged, back turned to Daenerys. He watched as the blond started
playing with her hair again, wondering what she’d come up with today for her.
Sansa said “Drogo’s out getting some. He should be back soon, I’m starving.”
Sandor nodded and said “I’ll be right back.” Before Sansa could say anything to
him, he got off the stool, headed back upstairs until he came back with a box
of granola bars. He handed her one and said “Snack on this until he gets back.”
She smiled and thanked him before opening it. He held out the box for the
others, who accepted before getting one out for himself.
“So what’s on the agenda for today?”
Sansa said “After breakfast, we’re going to go search for Arya.”
Sandor stopped, swallowing the piece he had before asking “We’re doing what?”
Jorah said “Young Sansa has told us about her missing sister, and that you were
helping her look for her. We told her we’d like to help.” 
The younger man nodded and said “I see...Little Bird, can I have a word with
you?” He looked at the others before saying “In private?”
She raised an eyebrow but then nodded. Daenerys took her hands off her hair,
letting Sansa get up, She followed beside him until he took hold of her arm and
dragged her over to the back room. “Ow, Sandor, easy! You’re hurting me!”
He eased up on his grip but didn’t let go, until they were alone. He turned to
her and asked “What do you think you’re doing?”
She looked at him funny and asked “What do you mean?”
“Telling those people about Arya, letting the tag along to look for her, are
you crazy?”
“No, look, Sandor, they can help us. With the five of us, we can cover more
ground. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?“
He leaned in close, pointing at the door before asking “I do, but I don’t trust
these people. It’s bad enough you became BFF’s with that girl, what, thirty
minutes after she broke my nose? And I don’t like the way Drogo looks at you.
We can’t trust these people, Sansa, I won’t risk it.”
“They can help-“
He leaned in close hand splaying out beside her head on the wall. “I don’t give
a rats ass if they can, I don’t trust them with you.”
She glared up at him through her lashes and said “I’m not a child.”
He chuckled and said “Yeah, of course you’re not, Little Bird. Fine, go play
with your new friends. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She shoved him back
and stormed back out to the bar, and he sighed. Nice one, Clegane. He shook his
head and walked out.
**
Breakfast was quiet. When he would look at Sansa, either she’d be staring
daggers at him, or would be talking to Daenerys or Jorah, pretending he doesn’t
exist. 
They packed up and headed out, looking around in all the buildings and houses,
finding no sign of her so far. When they decided to sit up, Sandor got put with
Sansa, Jorah leaning in to tell him to work things out while they’re together,
before they went off. 
While they searched one house, Sandor looked over at Sansa and said “I’m sorry
about earlier.”
Sansa didn’t look at him while she looked through a closet, but asked “About
what?”
He frowned and said “You know what.”
She closed the closet door and said “No actually, I don’t know.” Still avoiding
his gaze while she walked into one of the bathrooms. 
“You’re really gonna make me work for this, aren’t you?” He muttered before
sighing. He said “Alright, I’m sorry for being a complete ass at bar. I’m sorry
for saying I don’t trust them, but I just don’t. If people want my trust,
they’ve gotta work hard for it before they get it. So until then, I don’t trust
them.”
She came out of the bathroom, leaned up against the doorjamb, and crossed her
arms over her chest. “And me?”
“What about you?”
“You say they have to work for it, right? You’ve known me for a month, do you
trust me yet?”
It was a good question. She’s done good so far, has yet to betray him and break
down whatever foundation they’ve built so far. He smiled a little and said
“You’re getting there, Little Bird. Just keep it up.” Before turning to walk
out. He stopped and asked “Sansa?”
Sansa stopped whatever she was doing and looked up, seeing that he was facing
her again. He smiled at her, small but sweet and said “You look pretty like
that, with your hair all done up.” Gesturing to the style Daeynerys finished
this morning. “Forgot to tell you that earlier, yesterday too. I don’t like
that girl, but she’s good with doing your hair.” 
She smiled and said “Thank you.” Before walking out.
**
Even with more people to look for her, they still haven’t found Arya. Sansa had
a picture of her in her bag, so they know what she looks like. After another
day of failure, they were all frustrated. When Sandor would look at Sansa, he
could see she was trying the hardest to hide hers. 
He watched as she pushed past him and walked up to a tree. She stopped and
leaned against it. He knew she was crying again. He looked back at everyone
before going up to her, hesitating before reaching out and gently touching his
hand to her shoulder. 
She jumped at the touch, looking over her shoulder at him. He went to pull his
hand away, but was surprised when she turned and threw her arms around his
middle, sobbing into his chest. He stood there frozen, not sure if he should
hug her back, until she said “I-I just want to find her...Is that too much to
ask?”
He swallowed and slowly wrapped his arms around her, hand rubbing up and down
her shoulder. He rested his chin on top of her head and said “No, Little Bird.
It’s not.” Before looking over at Jorah. 
Jorah simply nodded, Daenerys looked up at her husband, and Drogo stepped
towards them. They looked up at him and Sandor held her tighter, still not
trusting him around her. He looked down at Sansa and said something in
Dothraki.
Jorah said “Drogo said ‘Don’t cry, Fire Girl. We’ll find your sister.’”
Drogo could never remember her name, but he calls her Fire Girl, because of her
red hair. Sansa smiled a little and said “Tell him I said ‘Thank you, Drogo.’”
The older man nodded and told Drogo before they moved on.
**
Sansa couldn’t sleep that night. She lie awake in an empty bed while Sandor was
on his shift, and wouldn’t be back for two more hours. The stress of not
finding Arya, was another reason why. She’s thought about that day and others
before it. The day her parents were killed in the crash, was the first of many
tragedies to fall on her.
They begged their mom and dad to take them with them while they went out, she
could still hear their voices on top of each other’s, pleading for them not not
to leave. They said they’d be right back, and to not leave Benjen and Jory’s
sight until then. Sansa and Arya were crying, Jory was comforting them. Robb
and Jon tried to be strong while they and Benjen comforted Bran and Rickon, but
she could see they were just as scared as they were.
When they didn’t come back, they all thought the worst. The older men tried to
keep them calm, but Sansa could feel it in her bones. She knew they were dead.
She even felt it before they left, but she just thought it was her fear. But
she got that same awful feeling in her gut before they walked out that door.
And she got that same feeling every time before everyone she else loved, would
die.
But what scared her the most was she got that same feeling when Arya went
missing, but is choosing to ignore it this time. She’d feel it every time
they’d go out and search for her, but she doesn’t want it to be right this
time. She’s hoping and praying that when they find her, she’ll be just fine.
Arya knew how to take care of herself, she’s always been a brave girl.
**
Sandor didn’t like the idea of leaving Sansa alone with Daenerys and Drogo,
while he and Jorah would be going out on a supply run. Though Drogo has been
nice to Sansa, comforting her, telling her that they’d find Arya alive, he just
doesn’t want her getting hurt.
He and Sansa argued over it for awhile, but she eventually won. He didn’t know
how, but she won, and that was that. He grumbled about it while they got ready
to go, when Daenerys approached him. He looked down at the blond and asked
“Forget anything?”
She nodded and said “Yeah, actually. Look, I know you don’t like me, or my
husband. I know you’re worried about her, but if you guys are going to be with
us, we all need to learn how to trust each other, or it will get us nowhere.”
He nodded and said “That’s true. But you can’t trust everyone, trust gets you
killed.”
She nodded and said “I know. But she does. She trusts us, and you.” He followed
her gaze over to Sansa, who was smiling at Jorah, while talking to him.
She looked over at him and smiled, waving before bringing her focus back to
Jorah. He nodded, not taking his eyes off of her. “I know. Sweet Little Bird.”
a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “But even she has to know she
can’t trust everyone.”
When he looked back at the blond, she smiled. She asked “You love her, don’t
you?”
Sandor frowned and shook his head. “Love is shit, girl. It’s an illusion, I
would know.”
She gave him a sympathetic look before asking “Hey, umm...While you guys are
gone, can you get something for me?”
“It depends.”
She looked around at the others before stepping closer to him, pulling
something out of her pocket. She whispered “Hold out your hand.”
He raised his only eyebrow but held his hand out. She dropped a wadded up piece
of paper and whispered. “I’m not sure yet, but...Please don’t tell anyone.” And
walked away before he could say anything else.
He turned and started walking towards the bathrooms, saying “Hold up Mormont, I
gotta take a piss first.” And when he was sure he was alone, he unfolded the
paper and wasn’t really surprised when he saw what was on it: A pregnancy test.
With how she was acting before, he had a feeling it would be something like
that.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Jorah and Sandor stayed silent for most of the walk to the pharmacy they saw
the other day. After killing three geeks on the way and two when they got in
the store, they started looking for everything on everyone’s list. Thankfully,
Jorah said he’d take care of whatever Drogo needed, he was sure he’d write
everything in Dothraki. He wonders if his offer still stands on teaching them
the language.
Jorah headed towards the food while Sandor went directly to the lady products.
Most guys would be too squeamish to go anywhere near those aisles, but he would
just think they need to grow a pair. No point in being a pussy about it. He
dropped a few things in his trusty trashbag, before looking for where the
pregnancy tests were kept.
Having babies in a time like this, could do more bad than good. A screaming
baby drawing hordes, having another mouth to feed, it could be hard on
everyone. And who would want their baby to have to grow up in a world like
this? Living every waking moment in fear, it just doesn’t seem fair to them.
Just thinking of an innocent little baby getting ripped apart by those things,
made his jaw clench. But if Daenerys takes the test and it’s positive, then
well, they’ll deal with it. Sandor may not be close with any of them, and
though the timing would really suck, he’d help protect her.
When he found them, he had no clue which one to get. All he knows about these
things is they pee on it, they wait, and one thing means negative, and another
thing means positive. He ended just dropping four of them in the bag and when
he turned to find Jorah, standing there with his eyebrows raised.
The older man’s eyes fell onto the bag and he asked “Missed your monthly?”
Before looking up, trying not to smile.
The younger man shook his head and said “Nope, I’ve always been on time.”
Before laughing. “But these aren’t for me.”
“For Sansa?”
Sandor frowned and asked “What makes you think they’d be for her?”
Jorah shrugged and said “Well-“
“I haven’t touched her, if that’s what you’re thinking. I don’t know why
everyone thinks we’re together, we’re not.”
The older man said “I didn’t mean to offend you, my friend. So they’re for
Daenerys then?”
He gave him a look and sighed. “I’m sworn to secrecy.”
“Think I can’t keep a secret?”
The younger man sighed and said “Alright, but if you say anything...Yes, she
asked me to get some, but she said she wasn’t sure yet.”
He nodded and Sandor couldn’t pinpoint what emotions he could see on the older
man’s face. “I was afraid of that..” before turning, his back facing Sandor
before putting his hands on his hips.
He sighed and the younger man quietly asked “Is it yours?”
Jorah quickly looked back at him and Sandor put his hands up. “Look man, I’m
not here to judge. I don’t give a fuck what you do with that girl or not, I
just asked a question.”
The older man sighed and said “If the test comes out positive, then I’m not
sure. A month ago, Khal went hunting. He always went by himself, and would be
gone for just a few days.
Well a week had passed, he still hadn’t returned, and Daenerys was getting
worried. I was there for her, and then it just...Happened. Three days later,
Drogo returned, and we haven’t said a word about it since. She’s pretending
like it never happened, expecting that I do the same.”
The younger man cringed and asked “Damn, Sorry to hear that. You okay?”
“Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It feels strange. There are times when I look at her
and still can’t believe she’s real. The moment I laid eyes on her, I was lost.
But she was married shortly before I met her, and she loves her husband...She
told me they were trying to have kids, but we’re having problems. If she’s
pregnant and nine months later we see the baby isn’t Drogo’s, he’ll have my
head on a pike. If she is, I pray it’s his. Or, God forgive me for saying such
a thing, Drogo dies before he could see.”
**
After Jorah’s confession, they didn’t say another word about it. Sandor gave
Daenerys the tests in secret and she said she’d take them in the morning.
That night as everyone went to sleep, he looked over at Daenerys and and then
at Jorah. He feels sorry for the poor guy. If Daenerys really loved Drogo, she
wouldn’t have slept with Jorah, Whether she started it or not. Maybe she
doesn’t know what she really wants.
**
He didn’t remember falling asleep, but when he woke up, it was still dark
outside. He realized the bed was empty and got up to look for Sansa, being
careful not to wake the others. He found her sitting at the bar downstairs,
looking down at something on the bar top.
She looked over at him and smiled a little, and he simply nodded. “It’s way
past your bedtime, Little Bird.”
She looked down at whatever she was looking at before saying “I couldn’t
sleep.”
He nodded and said “That’s understandable.” Before taking a seat a stool down
from her. He leaned his arms against the bar and asked “What’s on your mind?”
She gave him a look and he said “Right. Sorry. Whatcha got there?”
She looked down at what he now realized was a picture, and passed it down to
him. It was Sansa with what appeared to be, he family. All smiling and happy,
wearing ugly Christmas sweaters. Though some of the boys and Arya looked like
they were pleading for help behind their forced smiles.
Sansa watched him while he looked at it and said “That ones my favorite picture
of us. It was taken last year. My mom insisted we all wear those sweaters, my
brothers hated it, and so did Arya. But I thought it was fun. That was the last
family photo we ever had before...Before they took us to Benjen’s house, my mom
packed our photo albums. She said she wouldn’t leave the house without them.
They were in their car when they were killed, so this one and a few others, are
the only picture we’ve got left.”
He looked up at her and saw she was looking at him, eyes moving to his scars.
His jaw clenched and she asked “Do they hurt?”
He nodded and said “Sometimes, yeah. Worst pain I ever had, and I’ve had plenty
of it.”
He expected the same sympathetic look that Daenerys gave him this morning. He
waited, but saw nothing like that. She asked “Who did it?”
His eyes shifted down, afraid to meet her eye. He’s spent almost his entire
life building up walls, even before Gregor disfigured him. They blamed him for
his mother’s death, they’d beat him, but even with all that, he still tried to
love them. He stopped trying after he got burned, after they covered it up. Why
bother?
He looked back up at her and said “That’s a story for another time. It’s late,
Little Bird. You need your rest.” And didn’t wait to see the disappointment in
her eyes. He got up and started walking when a loud thump hit the front door,
scaring them both.
They heard laughing on the other side, and a woman tapping while banging on the
door. Sandor frowned and when he opened the door, the woman fell in and started
cackling like an idiot. She was clearly drunk, all dirty, her red hair in
knots. She rolled onto her back and looked up at Sandor before smiling. “God,
you’re fuckin’ ugly...It’s almost cute. I might fuck you, just need to get up
first..”
Sandor’s frown deepened and the woman imitated him, frowning like him before
laughing. “That’s what you look like.” Before doing it again.”
Upstairs, Jorah asked “Sandor, what’s going on?”
He looked up and pointed down at her. “Dumb bitch was banging on the doors,
drunk off her ass.”
The woman said “Hey, I gotta name.”
Sandor looked back down and said “Shut it.” Making her pout.
Sansa stood up, looking up at the older man before asking “What should we do
with her?”
“Oooh, she’s a pretty one. Holy shit, she could be my twin! What do ya think,
Ugly?”
“I said, shut your mouth!”
Jorah came down and said “Easy now, no need for yelling.” Before looking down
at her. He squatted down and asked “What’s your name?”
She stared off for a minute before looking over at Jorah. “Ygritte. Finally,
someone whose nice.”
Jorah asked “Okay, Ygritte. Do you have anyone with you?”
She thought for a minute before saying “Can’t remember right this minute...Can
someone help me off the damn floor?”
The older man helped her to her feet and kept her steady. She smiled at him and
said “You’re so nice...Handsome too. Can I come to bed with you?”
Sandor said “Tie the bitch to a chair and shut her up.” Before grabbing Sansa
by her arm, dragging her upstairs.
When they got to the top of the stairs, she said “You’re just a ray of sunshine
today, aren’t you?”
He frowned at her and she said “Just a joke, sorry.” Before looking down.
His face softened and he let go of her arm. “Sorry. Don’t like that lady, is
all. Let’s get back to sleep, Little Bird.”
**
When they went downstairs in the morning, Sandor smiled when he saw Ygritte
tied to one of the chairs, but nothing covering her mouth. Her head hug to the
side and she snored. He walked over and shook her awake. “Hey. Get up.”
She groaned and slowly looked up at him before smiling. “Morning, Ugly. Did you
miss me?”
He chuckled and said “Oh yes, my pathetic little heart couldn’t bear it.”
Ygritte grinned and said “How sweet.” And then looked over at Sansa. “Hey
there, Twin. You’re prettier that I remembered.”
Sandor said “Don’t talk to her.” Before reaching over the bar, grabbing a
bottle.
Ygritte rolled her eyes and Sansa said “N-No Sandor, it’s okay.”
“Sandor, is it? Guess I should stop calling you Ugly, then..”
Sandor turned and said “How about you just shut your fucking mouth and not say
anything to anyone, okay?”
Sansa sighed and said “Sandor-“
Ygritte leaned over in her chair and asked “Hey prick, who died and made you
Queen?”
Jorah came out and said “Alright, enough you two.” They looked over and saw
him, alone with Drogo.
Their guest smiled and said “My, this place is full of attractive
people...Except you, Ugly.”
Sansa asked “Where Daenerys?”
The older man looked over at her and said “In the bathroom, I think.”
Drogo started talking, pointing over at Ygritte, and only Jorah had any clue
what he was saying. Their guest smiled and said “Ooh, is he hitting on me? I
can’t tell.”
Sandor chuckled and said “If you keep talking, someone will.”
**
Daenerys excused herself to the bathroom upstairs before coming down to meet
them and their new guest. Sandor has given her tests she asked for, but didn’t
realize he’d get four of them. She figured she’s take them all. After taking
them all, she got the same answer for every one of them: Positive. If the baby
isn’t Drogo’s, and he finds out, he’ll kill Jorah.
**
While Jorah talked to Ygritte, Sandor and Sansa sat together at the bar,
watching them. Then Sansa decided she couldn’t wait anymore, and headed
upstairs. When she came back down, she walked up to Ygritte and showed her the
picture she had of Arya.
“Have you seen her anywhere?”
She took a closer look and said “My, she’s a pretty one. Hang on a
minute...Yeah, I’ve seen her around before.”
Sandor watched as his Little Bird’s face lit up, and she looked over at him,
tears in her eyes. “Where? Where have you seen her?”
Ygritte shrugged and said “I can’t really remember. Been on the road for
awhile. I know I saw her a couple weeks back though, ran into her and some boys
in the city while I was getting back to my group.”
Jorah raised both eyebrows and asked “I thought you said you didn’t have a
group?”
She looked over at him and said “I said, I couldn’t remember if I did, I was
drunk. Now I remember, and I have a group. We got separated after a horde came
down on us at a shopping center. We didn’t tall too much, she called me San-
something.”
Jorah looked up at Sansa and then back down. “Sansa?”
She thought for a minute before nodding. “Yeah, yeah that was it. Why do you
want to know?”
Sansa swallowed and said “She’s my sister, Arya. We’ve been looking for her for
awhile.”
Ygritte nodded said “That’s real sweet. She could be dead, though. Or worse.
Pretty thing like her could be stuffed with cocks right now for all we know.”
Before flashing Sansa a wicked grin and started laughing. Sansa slowly stood up
and smacked her across the face, ceasing her laughter.
Sandor wanted to smile from her doing that, but she was clearly upset, so he
didn’t. She asked “Where is she?”
She sighed and said “I told you, I don’t know. And if I did, I wouldn’t tell
you now, little bitch.” And gasped when Sansa hit her again, this time harder.
Jorah said “Sansa, that’s enough.” Pulling her away from Ygritte.
She tried to shake him off, saying “No, no, she’s lying! She knows where Arya
is, where is she?!” While Ygritte simply sat there and laughed. Sansa got angry
and Jorah had to wrap his arms around her to keep her back. “Stop laughing, you
bitch! I’ll fucking kill you, tell me where she is!”
Sandor came over, saying “Here, give her to me.” To Jorah, before the older man
nodded and handed her off to him.
Sandor kept her back, not even flinching while she’d beat on his chest. He said
“Sansa, Hey, Little Bird, you have to calm down. Come with me, come on.” Before
bringing her over to the back room.
When they got there, Sandor said “Alright Little Bird, sit down on that couch
right there.” She opened her mouth to speak, but he said “Sit.” Cutting her
off. She sighed and plopped down on the couch, before he said “There you go.”
He squatted down to her level and said “Okay girl, you have got to calm
yourself.”
Sansa said “She’s lying, she’s seen her, she could’ve taken her! And she won’t
tell us because you dragged me away!”
He said “She’s not telling us anything if we’re smacking her around.”
The girl poured and said “You wanted to hit her..”
He nodded and said “Yes I do, and I would gladly do so to get her to talk, but
we don’t even know if she really saw Arya at all. Just cause someone says
something, doesn’t mean they’re telling the truth, Little Bird.”
Sansa rolled her eyes and he said “You can do that all you want, but it won’t
do you any good. You’re stressed out, and you can’t let that woman get to you,
okay?”
They looked at each other for a minute before Sansa sighed and said “Fine. I’m
sorry.”
He nodded and said “Alright. Now when we get back out there, don’t say a word
to her, don’t look at her, and if you need to leave, tell me.”
She nodded and said “Okay.” He nodded and stood up when she said “I’m sorry.”
He smiled and said “It’s alright, Little Bird. Come on.”
She smiled and he helped her up and they walked back out to everyone. When they
got back, everyone was looking at them. Jorah asked “Everything Okay?”
Sansa nodded and the older man smiled. “Good. Ygritte has something to tell
you, tell her exactly what you told me.”
Ygritte looked over at Sansa and said “I told him if you wanted, I could take
you to where I saw her, if it makes you feel any better. Probably won’t do much
good though, but I remember exactly where I saw her.”
***** Chapter 5 *****
Sandor has a bad feeling about it. They have no idea who this woman is, and for
all they know, she could be leading them into a trap. Sansa had her heart set
on it, and no matter how many times he tried to talk her out of it, she
wouldn’t listen. And when they all took a vote, he lost.
The city Ygritte gave them would be a a day and half journey on foot, and a few
hours if they drove. He and Jorah managed to hot wire a couple of cars, and got
some gas for them.
It was Jorah, Drogo, and Daenerys in one car, him, Sansa, and Ygritte in the
other, unfortunately. They tied their guest up and stuck her in the backseat,
Sandor leaving her seatbelt undone on purpose.
It was quiet for five minutes, before Ygritte started talking. “Hey, Hey Ugly,
why is my seatbelt undone? You forgot to buckle me in, that’s dangerous.”
Sandor nodded and looked up at her through the rear view mirror “Oh I know. So
unless you want me to do break checks ever five minutes, I suggest you shut
your trap.”
Ygritte rolled her eyes and slumped back in her seat. Sansa looked over at him
and smiled. “You’re an ass.”
He smiled and said “I know.” Before his eyes returned to the road.
**
An hour had passed in silence, and Sandor was happy. That is, until their guest
started talking again. “Hey Ugly, how come your so nice to her but treat me
like shit?”
Sandor sighed and said “Because she doesn’t get on my nerves as much as you
are.”
She chuckled and said “Oh please, I’m a joy to be around. This ones a whiny
cunt, but you treat her like a Goddamn Queen. You two fuckin’?”
The question made them both look at each other, before Sansa blushed and looked
away. When they didn’t answer, Ygritte laughed and said “You are! I thought you
were.”
Sandor tightened his grip on the steering wheel and said “We’re not.”
“No shame if you are, even Uglies like you, oughta have some lovin’. And this
one is a nice little piece-“
“Lady, shut up!”
Ygritte laughed and asked “What is your problem? God, I can’t say two words
around you-“
“If you don’t shut your fucking mouth, I swear to God, I will stop this car and
choke you to death with your fucking ropes!”
“My God Twin, What the fuck do you see in this guy? He’s such a hateful thing,
no respect at all for a lady.”
This time Sansa turned in her seat and said “Maybe if you would do as your told
and shut the fuck up, maybe he wouldn’t be so hateful. And stop calling me
Twin, I’m not your fucking twin.”
He and Sansa looked at each other, smiling before Sandor said “What the lady
said.” And winked at Sansa before turning his eyes back to the road.
**
The rest of the drive was peaceful. Only he and Sansa spoke to each other,
rarely speaking directly to Ygritte. And when she would answer, it would be
either grunts, one word answers, or just wouldn’t answer at all.
Once they saw the city ahead, Ygritte said “Here we are. Finally.” And they
drove until Jorah stopped their car ahead of them. Sandor stopped the car and
watched as Jorah got out of the drivers seat, closing the door behind him. He
walked up to their car, Sandor rolled the window down, and the older man looked
over in he back.
“Where to now?”
Ygritte lead told them to drive a little further before they got out. After
Sandor opened the door, she went to get out and said “Wait a minute.” And she
paused. He looked up at Sansa and Jorah, saying “Give me a minute, I’m just
gonna have a chat with her, go ahead.” And they nodded before going off to join
the others.
He looked back at her and sighed. “Alright. I want you to look me in the eye
and tell me if this is a trap. Honest to God, just tell me if it’s a trap, if
there are tons of geeks surrounding the place, just tell me. There’s a pregnant
woman in this group, and if you tell me one thing, and I find out you’re
lying...I will be the one that kills you. I won’t fucking hesitate. Do you
believe a word I’ve said to you so far?”
She nodded, fear growing in her eyes, and he smiled. “Good. Now. Is there a
trap or a horde waiting for us in the city? If you tell me the truth now, your
punishment will be less severe.”
They stared at each other for a moment before she shook her head and said “No.”
“There’s no trap? No horde?”
She shook her head again and said “There’s not.”
“You swear?”
She rolled her eyes and nodded. “I swear.”
He nodded and asked “Last chance, there’s still time to do the right thing.”
She leaned in a few inches and said “I don’t know how I can be any clearer.
Nothing will happen, I swear on my mothers life.”
He studied her, really studied her. His father was a good liar, but he could
always figure out all his giveaways, and he had a few. He looked over at the
others, who stayed over by Jorah’s car, even though he told them to go, and
quickly found Sansa. He was surprised when he saw she was watching him.I’m
sorry, Little Bird.
As soon as looked back at her, he was out for blood. “You’re lying.” He
snarled, and it was on. He turned and yelled “It’s a trap! Go!”, she let out a
loud whistle, and all hell broke loose.
Shots rang out from all over, and they hurried to get back in the cars. He
shoved Ygritte back into the backseat, slammed the door shut, and dodged bullet
after bullet, crying out when one got him in his shoulder. He cursed and
climbed back in, throwing the car in reverse before flooring the gas. He cursed
and Ygritte screamed as bullets hit their car, somehow not killing them, though
there were some close calls.
When he thought he was far enough, he jerked on the steering wheel, turning the
car a full 180 before putting it in drive. He didn’t see where they had gone,
he wasn’t even sure they got out. If Sansa got out. God, how could he be so
stupid?! He just told them to go, he’s not sure he heard Sansa screaming for
him, if anyone has, but they could be going back to the bar. He’s sure of it,
unless they think it too risky to go back. Then he’d be fucked.
**
They barely managed to get in the car in time after Sandor told them it was a
trap. How he figured it out in time, Sansa doesn’t know. But right now. They
were speeding back down the highway, Sansa looking back over her shoulder every
five minutes, crying.
She swallowed and asked “Where are we going?” Waited, and got no answer. She
looked back and yelled “Jorah, where are we going?!”
“Back to the bar.”
Daenerys, who sat in the back with Sansa, trying to comfort her, asked “What if
they come after us?”
“Then we’ll leave a note for him and lead him to where we’d be.”
Sansa turned back to look out of the back windshield and asked “And if he
doesn’t find us??”
Jorah looked up at her through the windshield and looked back at the road,
leaving her question unanswered. She tried to control her sobbing, like she
would do at night or another failed search day. She didn’t know if it was her
fear, or that Sandor was alone with the woman, but she hasn’t been this scared
since this whole thing started. One thing she prayed for, was that she wouldn’t
feel that awful feeling in her gut while thinking of him.
**
The bullet in his shoulder hurt like a bitch, and he needed to hurry back to
the bar, get this wound looked at. He wished he had killed Ygritte before they
started firing, because she’s been yapping for the last hour.
He wanted to floor it like before, but he with his current state, he’d be
afraid of losing control of the car, or losing gas too quickly. He’d like to
get back to them, kill her, so they can move on. Every time she’d open her
mouth, he wanted to bash her face in. Just a few more hours to go, and then you
can kill her any God awful way you’d like.
One thing he doesn’t want his Little Bird to see, is just how dark he wants to
go with his passenger, for almost getting them all killed, and she has no idea
what he’s capable of. He’s been in some very dark places in his mind, for a
long time. But with her? He’s already imagining what he wants to do with her.
And the only thing he wouldn’t do with her, is fuck her. Raping is his brothers
thing, not his. He knows she’ll try and get out of her situation by offering
herself, but he wouldn’t want anything to do with her like that.
**
As the time passed, Ygritte’s yapping turned to sobbing, pleading, but he
didn’t believe a second of it.
“Please...Please, Sir, I-I’m so sorry! They made me do it, I swear! They killed
my family, took me hostage, I didn’t have a choice...I-If you let me go, I’ll-“
but was cut off when Sandor slammed the breaks, causing her to fly forward
between the seats, narrowly missing the fear shift.
She landed on the console, somehow catching herself before she could fall
further, despite her wrists being tied behind her back. He made sure to tie her
carefully, to make sure she couldn’t untie and knots and try to sneak away.
He’s not stupid. She sobbed and said “Please. I-I’ll do whatever you want.”
Sandor groaned and said “What I want you to do is quit your fucking blubbering,
and drop the act. What, you think just cause I’m ugly, I’m stupid too?”
She paused, staring at him for a moment before she dropped the act. She sighed
and looked up at him. “I hate you.” And he smiled.
“You know why you’re such a dick?”
Sandor chuckled and asked “Me, a dick? Never.” In a sarcastic tone.
“Don’t play with me, Ugly. You’re such a dick, because you need a good fuck.
And you can’t get a good fuck, because you’re such a dick that no one would
give it to you!”
He nodded and said “By George, she’s got it. She’s figured me out, quick,
someone get the scheming little bitch a cookie!”
She rolled her eyes and said “See that’s my point, right there. As soon as you
open your big, ugly mouth, you instantly become the most unfuckable man alive.
I’m sure those scars play a big part too, but it’s also the way you treat
people. Women. You treat them like trash.”
Sandor said “I don’t treat any woman like trash unless she gives me a reason
to. You tried to get my friends and I, plus an unborn baby, killed. And I bet
it’s not your first time with groups, is it?”
He looked over at her and wanted to punch her when she smiled wickedly at him.
He looked back at the road, but felt her getting close to his face. “No,
Ugly...It’s not out first time. We find suckers like you all the time, and
they’re all so easy. But you, oh, because of you, you’re the only group we
haven’t been successful with. We’ve had the old and the young, kids, babies,
unborn babies, we’ve had a lot, and we love hearing them scream every time.
They’re stuck in my head like a lullaby. Some survive the shooting and when
they do, we get more creative..”
He felt her get closer and said “And if you hadn’t figured me out, I would’ve
had your precious Little Bird torn open, fill every pretty hole full of cocks
and whatever else we could find till she’s broken. And then we’d do it all over
again. Is that reason enough for you?”
He was white knuckling the steering wheel so hard, he thought he would tear it
off. But he simply swallowed and nodded. “Yes, it is.” Before jerking the car
to a stop once again. He opened his door and grabbed hold of her shirt, yanking
her out. As bad as he wants to get home, he’s happy to take some time to make
her wish she never stumbled onto bar.
**
When they got back to the bar, no one could sleep that night. But Sansa was the
only one crying over Sandor being alone with that bitch who set them up. She’s
crying over that, crying at the idea that he was killed in the attack, and that
Ygritte had been lying about seeing Arya this whole time.
She asked Jorah if they were still leaving, and he said they’d wait a few days
before deciding. She prays he comes back alive and that he’s giving her exactly
what she deserves. She’s sure everyone suspects that her worry over him is out
of love, but she hardly knows the man. But he’s saved her life, helps her
search for her sister, hasn’t my done anything to break the trust they’ve built
so far. And he also, surprisingly, treats he well, despite their fighting.
One thing she learned from her mother was to never fall in love too fast,
someone always gets hurt when it happens. So Sansa is far from being in love
with anyone, let alone Sandor Clegane. But from the time she’s spent with him
so far, she sees some good in him. On the outside, everyone sees a horribly
burnt, brutish, disfigured man who hates everyone.
But on the inside, she knows he’s a human being, and has gone through things no
one could possibly understand, even though she doesn’t know the whole story.
He’s capable of being scared and vulnerable, but also being kind and gentle,
loving, even. She’s not in love with him, but she’s been around him long enough
to know she cares about him, and fears his safety. And if he She ever sees him
alive again, they’ll continue to search for Arya, build more trust between them
while simultaneously breaking down the old walls he’s built, if he wants to.
But right now, she just wants him to come back alive.
**
He was so tired. Killing Ygritte really took a lot out of him. The car ran out
of gas while he was an hour away from the town. If they’re not at the bar, he
might just be a dead man, or worse.
The walk was long, but he was so thankful that the sky was filled with dark
clouds, maybe it might rain this time. It would be nice, but it would also not
be a good time.
He groaned and said “Jorah Mormont...You better fucking know how to treat a
bullet wound, or I’ll cut your cock and balls off...Then no more putting babies
in pretty blond girls” Before laughing his ass off.
He kept walking and wanted to collapse and cry when he stood at the edge of
town, praying it was real. He remembers all the ways into town, they all
explored them once, and Sandor’s got a good memory, even if he’s got a bullet
in his shoulder.
He started walking again, picking up his pace without pushing himself too hard,
until he stood in front of the bar. He felt tears in his eyes and he looked up
at the sky. “Please, God.” He whispered. “Please let them be in there. Please,
Little Bird, be in there.” Before going up to the door. He grabbed at the door
handle and pounded on the wood, before pulling it open.
He was relieved to see Drogo and Daenerys in there, and sighed. “Where are
they? Where’s Sansa? Sansa!”
Daenerys turned and yelled “Sansa!”
He heard running and when he saw her at the top of the steps, he grinned.
“Little Bird...Pretty Little Bird. Are you all gonna just stand there, or is
someone gonna get me a goddamn drink?” Before his legs got wobbly. Just as
Sansa hurried down the steps, Sandor felt his vision getting blurry and
everything went dark.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     I don’t care what anyone thinks, I’m very attracted to Sandor/Rory,
     and I’m not ashamed to say it :).
They rushed him to catch him in time, but he fell onto his back before they
could. Sansa said “My God, he’s covered in blood!” And got down on the floor
and leaned over him, trying to shake him awake. She hovered her hand above his
mouth and sighed in relief. “He’s still breathing.”
Jorah got down next to Sandor’s other side and tore the younger man’s shirt
open. Sansa was relieved that the blood on his chest and stomach didn’t come
from him, but was caked to the hair he had there. Sansa thought he was just
exhausted, until Jorah said “He’s been shot.”
She looked over at him horrified asking “Are you sure??”
He showed her the wound on his shoulder, and she gasped, covering her mouth.
She quickly stood up and said “I think I’m going to be sick.” before high
tailing it to the bathroom, Daenerys following her.
The first stall she got into, she dropped down to her knees and threw up. Her
knees hurt from the fall, but she didn’t care. She felt hands pulling her hair
back, a soothing voice reassuring her that Sandor will be okay, and she prayed
he would be.
**
After Jorah worked on him, he had Drogo bring the mattress upstairs, down to
the back room so they wouldn’t risk dropping him on the way up. They carefully
lied him down onto the mattress and Sansa grabbed some blankets and pillows.
She and Jorah stood in the doorway, staring down at Sandor’s unconscious body,
and Sansa could feel tears threatening to fall again. She swallowed and asked
“Will he...Will he be alright?”
The older man said “He’s lost some blood, I’m surprised he didn’t lose more. He
just needs to rest for now, and take it easy once he wakes up. I’ll have to
hook an IV to him to keep him hydrated.”
Sansa nodded and asked “I thought you said you weren’t a doctor?” Breaking her
gaze to look over at Jorah.
The older man smiled and said “I told you, I’m not. I just know a few things.”
She frowned, but nodded. “How can I help?”
**
Sandor could hardly open his eyes, they felt so heavy. He’d go in and out,
wanting to sleep longer, but wanted to know if he was still alive. It took him
a minute, but he finally managed to open them, being met with bright light. He
squeezed them shut before opening them again, his vision blurred like when he
stumbled back into the bar.
He groaned and saw a blurry figure come into his line of vision. “Well, look
whose back from the dead.” Seeing Jorah once everything cleared up.
He blinked and asked “What...Fuck, did someone hit me with a truck?”
The older man laughed and shook his head “Thankfully not. Just took a hit is
all, you saved us. How did you know it was a trap?”
Sandor groaned, trying to remember everything that happened. Then he swallowed
and said “Could see it in her eyes...Never trusted her to begin with. Did
anyone else get hurt?”
Jorah said “Drogo was grazed on his side, but I patched it up for him. He said
he didn’t even feel it.”
The younger man nodded and said “Lucky him. Where’s Sansa?”
He smiled and said “Downstairs getting food. Dany had to drag her down there,
she refused to leave your side for the past three days.”
Three days? He groaned and asked “Fuck, I’ve been out that long?”
He nodded and said “I’m afraid so. But she’s been taking care of you, I showed
her a few things. You’re going to be fine. You just need to take it easy for
awhile.”
He nodded and swallowed. “Can you get her, please?” Jorah nodded and as soon as
he left, Sandor let his head drop back onto the pillow, closing his eyes for a
just a minute. He felt terrible, but he’s had worse. But this would be the
first time he’s ever been shot.
“Sandor?” He opened his eyes and looked over to see Sansa standing in the
doorway. She had been crying nonstop. But despite how terrible she looked, he
couldn’t help but smile when he saw her face light up.
“Hey there, Little Bird...Heard someone was worried about me.”
She nodded and came over to the mattress, sitting next to him on the floor.
“Yeah. You scared us for a minute, there. Jorah taught me some things, I
figured I’d feel better if I took care of you.”
He nodded and said “Yeah, he told me you played Nurse. You alright?”
Sansa nodded again and smiled. “I’m fine.”
“You sure about that? Cause you look like shit...And I mean that in the nicest
way possible.” He said before coughing. He groaned from the pain it caused his
shoulder, but bit his tongue.
She asked “Are you Okay? You need something for the pain, here, I’ll be right
back-“
“No!” He growled, making her pause. She looked back at him and he shook his
head. “I’m not made of glass, Little Bird. I’ve had worse. Stay, it’s fine.”
She hesitated for a moment but sighed and nodded, sitting back down. “I’m
sorry.”
“For what?”
He shrugged and said “For the city, I guess...I know you were hoping Arya would
be there.”
Sansa smiled a little and said “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. If it
weren’t for you, we’d be dead.”
He nodded and asked “When’s the last time you slept?”
She shrugged and said “I can’t remember. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep
anyways, not until you woke up.”
He frowned knowing the girl was exhausted, but nodded and said “Well I’m awake
now, try to get some sleep. Go tell Jorah to tell the others that if anyone
needs you, then too bad for them, cause you need to sleep.”
“Sandor really, I’m fine-“
“Girl, I am in no mood to argue about this, you’re going to get some sleep, and
that’s final.”
She frowned, but nodded and stood up before going to find Jorah. He sighed and
mumbled “Alright, Clegane. Move your ass.” And took a deep breath before
quickly scooting over to make room on the mattress for her, snarling in pain
before Sansa returned.
She hurried over to him and asked “Sandor, what are you doing??”
He groaned and said “River dancing. What’s it look like I’m doing, Little
Bird?”
She said “I was planning on taking the couch so you don’t have to move.”
He huffed and rolled his eyes. “Could’ve told me that.”
“Well I didn’t think you’d strain yourself. You stay put, I’ll take the couch.”
He said “You sleep better with me.” Before smirking.
He could see that Sansa was fighting one, before rolling her eyes and shaking
her head. “I do not.”
He nodded and said “You do, actually. I know it for a fact.”
“What, do you watch me while I sleep?”
He shook his head and said “No...Well there’s maybe been a few moments, but
that’s irrelevant. I just know you do.”
She smiled at him, quickly looking down before looking back up at him through
his lashes. Her sweet smiles, those gorgeous eyes, that red hair and the way
the sunlight made both of them shine. Sometimes it would take him a minute
before remembering that he had to breathe. She really is beautiful.
He thinks that whatever he did to have this girl crash through his window that
night, he’s grateful for every second of it. If that night didn’t happen, he
would’ve ended up blowing his head off, and that would be that. She nodded and
said “Well if that were indeed true, then I think I can handle sleeping on the
couch until you’re better.”
He nodded and said “Well hopefully that won’t be too long.”
She smiled and said “Me too. Think you need some more time to sleep?”
Sandor groaned and said “I’ve been out for three days, I don’t think so. Just
don’t know what the hell to do if I don’t go back to sleep.”
Sansa nodded and said “Well I’m sure you’ll think of something...” and
surprised him when she leaned in and gently kissed a spot on his forehead where
it’s scarred. Surprised was an understatement. No one has ever done that
before, no one could really look at his long enough before his scars made them
uncomfortable.
But now when he and Sansa would talk, it was like they weren’t there at all to
her, his face just like any other normal face. The others were sort of the same
way, but they noticed them, sometimes looked at them for too long. He’s seen
enough reactions to them to know the different expressions people would have,
but Sansa doesn’t see them like the others.
She did at first while getting used to being around him, but it’s different
now, and he doesn’t know what to do with that. But no one wanted to touch them
or have anything to do with them, but she just kissed them like it was nothing,
and he was speechless.
When she pulled back she smiled and said “I’m glad you’re awake. Goodnight
Sandor.” Before getting up and grabbing a blanket and a pillow.
He watched as she made up her new bed and swallowed. “Goodnight Little Bird.”
**
A month had come and go and Sandor was recovering. He’d bitch at anyone who
would help him up, saying he could do it himself, but they didn’t care. They
eventually left the bar and were now living in an abandoned mansion. The place
was nice, not too big, but better than anything they had ever had. Sandor was
tempted to swing from the chandelier, but Sansa told him no.
The room Sandor and Sansa have, has the most comfortable bed they’ve ever been
on. He wanted to call dibs on the master bedroom, but Sansa thought it would be
better for Daenerys and Drogo to have, since she’s pregnant, and he ended up
agreeing. The best part to him was they had a full liquor cabinet, an indoor
pool, and a home gym. It’s been ages since he’s had a real workout, he needs
his strength. But Jorah said he should wait a little while longer before doing
any exercise, just in case.
The trail for Arya was getting colder and colder every day, and he could tell
it was taking a toll on Sansa. She’d smile and say she’s fine, but he knows
better. Behind her smiles, she looked like she couldn’t take another hit, or
else she’d explode. Then one night, she wanted to get drunk.
**
“You sure that’s a good idea, Little Bird?” Sandor asked while making lunch.
Sansa nodded and said “Yep. I think it would be a great idea, we all need to
loosen up a little.”
“Well not Dany, she’s pregnant.”
Sansa rolled her eyes and said “I’m aware. But come on, it won’t be so bad.
Unless you guys turn out to be mean drunks.”
Sandor chuckled and said “I’m mean all the time.”
She shook her head and said “No, not really. You’ve got your moments, but
you’re not so bad. Okay just one night, and if I end up hating it, then I won’t
ever do it again.”
He knew he was going to regret this. She’s only doing it to get her mind of
Arya, which isn’t entirely bad, but you can’t drink her problems away, he’s
tried. His dad and Gregor tried. He sighed and rolled his eyes before saying
“Alright. But if you feel like shit tomorrow, I get to tell you I told you so.”
The girl smiled and nodded. “Deal!”
**
That night, everyone but Daenerys, was drinking. Sandor and Jorah agreed on a
cut off point to make sure things don’t get out of hand.
Sandor made sure Sansa ate a whole meal and had her wait for an hour to let
things settle, before letting her drink. He figured she might like the six pack
of Smirnoff Screwdrivers he found in the fridge. It took four of the
screwdrivers before he knew Sansa was buzzed.
She was smiling, swaying, giggling, and when she’d walk, she’d drift. Sandor
nursed his second and final beer while watching Sansa. She was laughing at
something Drogo said in Dothraki, like she never heard anything funnier. Sandor
looked over at Dany, and she shrugged before looking back at Sansa.
Sansa then turned and looked in his direction, face lighting up before throwing
her hands up. “Sandor!” Oh God.
“Yes Little Bird?”
He watched as she scurried over to him, the remains of the last of the six pack
was sloshing in the bottle, while some of it got on her. She giggled and asked
“I don’t know if I’m drunk yet, a-am I There? Can you tell?”
He chuckled and nodded “Yeah, you’re getting there.”
She hunched over and laughed before looking up at him, hair in her face. “How
do you know?? Are you a psychic?”
“No Little Bird, I just know when someone’s having fun. Are you having fun?”
She nodded and smiled. “I am, I am having...So much fun. Are um...Are you
having fun?”
He nodded and smiled. “I’m having a blast. Right Jorah?”
Jorah nodded and smiled. “Oh yes, lots of fun.”
She grinned and asked “Can I, Can I sit with you guys? There’s a lot of gravity
here...”
The two men laughed and Sandor said “Of course, Little Bird.” Before scooting
over, making room for her. She plopped down next to him and laid her head
against his shoulder, smiling up at him. She attempted to curl up in a ball
next to him, but there wasn’t enough room for her to do so.
She poured and said “She was wrong, you know.”
“Who was wrong?”
She thought for a minute and groaned. “Fuck, what was her name?....Was it-
Ygritte! That was her....She was wrong, very, very wrong.”
Sandor looked up at Jorah confused, but the older man simply shrugged before
taking another drink. Sandor then looked back down and asked “What was Ygritte
wrong about, Little Bird?”
She smiled and said “About you being ugly...You’re not ugly, she is...Or was.”
Before laughing. “But really, you’re not ugly, at least not to me. I think
you’re beautiful.”
Sandor blushed, something he doesn’t do often, before looking up at the others.
He looked away and shook his head. “No I’m not.”
She frowned and sat up saying “Yes you are!”
He shook his head again and said “Sansa, I’m not.”
“No, don’t you dare say that. Y-You are a very handsome man, isn’t he handsome
everyone?”
Everyone but Drogo nodded, saying “Oh yes.” And “Without a doubt.” But Sandor
frowned when he could see they were trying not to laugh.
She leaned in close and said “See, even our friends agree...What, just because
you’ve got burns on your face, makes you a monster? Makes you look like you
belong in Phantom of the Opera, stalking pretty Sopranos? Well you don’t, not
to me. I don’t care what anyone else thinks, you’re very handsome, and
beautiful, and well...” she giggled and said “I may have a little crush on
you...I’ve never told anyone that, and I never will...But you, um, Sandor, I
think you’re perfect.” Bopping him on the nose.
Despite her confession, he knows it’s not true. He’s never had anyone tell him
his handsome, or beautiful, or perfect, because he’s not. He’s had everyone all
but scream it in his face every day, looking at him like he’s a monster. His
self esteem is almost nonexistent. The only time he ever feels confident about
himself is when he works out, keeping himself up. But even then, no one sees
him like he wishes he could be seen.
He’s surprised he even had the confidence to approach whores, because that’s
all he’s ever been able to get. Whores could care less what a guy looks like,
so long as they get paid for their services. Sansa is a beautiful girl who
could have anyone she wants, even in the apocalypse, she’d never go for a guy
like him, whether it’s his looks, the age gap, he knows she just wouldn’t. Who
in their right mind would love a face like his? No one. And she’s drunk, she’s
got no clue what she’s saying, she won’t remember any of this tomorrow.
***** Chapter 7 *****
When he didn’t respond to her, she looked up at him and asked “Are you okay?”
He nodded and put on a smile for her. “Yeah Little Bird, I’m good.”
She nodded and laid her head back on her shoulder. She yawned and said “I’m
sleepy..”
He chuckled and asked “Already?”
She nodded again and snuggled closer to him. “Let’s sleep here.”
He shook his head and said “No, let’s get you to bed. You’ll be more
comfortable there.”
She yawned again and said “Okay. Carry me?”
He smiled and said “Of course.” Before moving her to get up. He carefully
picked her up bridal style and didn’t dare look at anyone while he carried her
off.
She smiled and said “Goodnight everyone!”
Everyone said their goodnights as he went up the stairs to their room, kicking
the cracked door open when they got there. He set her down in the chair by
their bed while he got the bed ready. “Sandor?”
“Yeah?”
She stared at him, swaying a little in the seat before saying “I meant what I
said. Every word.”
“I’m sure you did, Little Bird.”
She frowned and said “It’s true!”
He nodded and said “I believe you.” But he doesn’t.
She smiled and asked “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you like me too?”
He swallowed and said “Yeah, I do.”
She giggled and asked “But in that way?”
He sighed and she said “I think you do...I’ve seen the way you look at me.
Gives me chills every time...Sometimes I wonder if you dream about me...I’ve
dreamt about you a lot, recently.”
“Okay, time for bed.” He turned and picked her up again, making her squeal and
laugh as he laid her down onto the mattress.
“What, you’re saying you haven’t?”
“Sansa-“
She pouted and asked “Am I not pretty enough? Am I Ugly?”
He shook his head and said “Far from it, Little Bird. You’re plenty pretty.”
She grinned and dropped her head on the pillow. She sighed and said “I knew you
liked me. I really did mean it, Sandor.” Before her grin faded, expression
turning serious.
“I like you...We still hardly know each other, but you’ve been so good to me so
far. Even though you’re an ass at times, I know you really care about me. I’m
some girl you hardly know, I shouldn’t mean a damn thing to you. Sometimes I
worry that I annoy you, especially with looking for my sister, who could be
dead for all we know..”
He shook his head and rested his elbows on his knees. “You don’t annoy me,
Little Bird. And don’t think like that, we’ll find her.”
She scoffed and said “Right, cause we’ve done a great job so far. All we’ve
found is her stupid shoe...She could be dead or one of them, and we’d never
know. It’s hopeless.”
He swallowed and then he watched her face light up again. “But none of that
now, I’m supposed to be happy...After all, I’ve got you...Hey, why do you call
me ‘Little Bird’ anyways? Never thought to ask about that before.”
He chuckled and said “Well, the night we met when you got as far away from me
as you could after I saved you, you looked like a frightened little bird
trapped in a cage. And a mean ol’ pussycat coming in after you. Do you want me
to stop calling you that?”
The look on her face showed him just how averse she was to the idea of that,
and she shook her head. “Heavens no. I love it when you call me that. I never
had a nickname before that. It makes me feel special, like I’m yours.”
His jaw tightened and he looked down at his shaking hands. “Go to sleep, Little
Bird.”
“I can’t!” She whined “My man’s gonna leave me..”
He smiled a little and said “I’m not going anywhere, Little Bird. But I will be
right in the bathroom so I can get you some Ibuprofen. Trust me, you’ll be glad
you took it before bed.”
“You promise you won’t leave me?”
He nodded and said “I promise, after the bathroom, I won’t leave this room.
Gotta make sure you don’t hurt yourself. Stay out, I’ll be right back.”
He got up and grabbed the glass of water Sansa kept by the bed last night and
went into the adjoining bathroom, to get what he needed. As soon as he walked
back in he stopped and saw she was fast asleep. He sighed and said “Great.”
Before walking over to set them on the nightstand beside her.
He pulled the covers up to her neck and brushed some hair out of her face. He
leaned down and kissed the top of her head and sat back down in the chair, know
he won’t be able to sleep tonight.
**
He was wrong, he did end up falling asleep eventually, but fell asleep in the
chair. It wasn’t until he heard throwing up in the bathroom, that he woke up.
He looked over at the bed and saw it was empty. He then looked over to see
Sansa kneeing over the toilet, puking. He got up and rushed over to her,
pulling her hair back to hold it.
He gingerly rubbed her back and said “That’s it, get it out Little Bird.”
Comforting her until she was sure she was done.
She groaned and said “I will never drink again for as long as I live.”
He chuckled and said “I warned you.”
She nodded and said “Yes you did...Oh my God. oh my God, I remember everything
I said last night.." before looking back at him horrified. “Oh my God, I was
practically throwing myself at you, how could I do that??”
She remembered everything, and she feels bad for doing it. He was partly
relieved and partly sad. He swallowed and asked “So you um...You didn’t mean
any of it?”
She looked up at him confused and said “No, no I meant it, but I just...I
didn’t think I’d ever say it..” and now she was blushing big time. She said “I-
I um...Excuse me, sorry.” And quickly got up to brush her teeth a couple of
times before going into the bedroom to take the pills with the water.
She groaned and said “My head is killing me..”
He chuckled and stood up saying “I tried to give you those last night, but you
fell asleep before I could.” And she groaned again.
**
Ever since her drunken confession, things have been a little awkward between
them, but Sandor wishes it wasn’t. When they’d be in bed together, they slept
back to back now instead of her curled up against him. If they were near each
other, they hardly looked at each other, talk to each other, he hated it. He
missed how they were before.
They all but stopped their search for Arya, and everyone else thinks that Sansa
had lost all hope in finding her. He doesn’t want to believe that she has. Then
one day their search ended.
**
Daenerys was now almost five months along, and it clearly showed. They got her
whatever she’d need, and did the best they could to take care of her and her
baby. Sandor could see that Jorah was scared shitless, but wouldn’t say
anything to him.
Things with Sansa were still tense, but not as bad. They talked more, didn’t
look away as much, but still slept back to back. They were making progress, but
it was clear she was still embarrassed.
One day while Sandor, Sansa, and Jorah were out on a supply run, they were
walking out of a department store when they spotted a girl ahead. She was
shuffling along, looking around when she stopped and looked over at them. It
was Arya, but to Sandor’s disappointment, she was one of them. He looked over
at Sansa, who was fighting back tears. He promised he’d find her just as she
was the last time she saw her, and he failed.
He reached out for her, softly calling her name, but she rejected it. She kept
her eyes on Arya and said “Jorah...Can you give me your gun, please?”
“Sansa-“
“Jorah, give me your gun.” She growled, looking over at him. “She’s my sister,
I’ll do it.” And he nodded before handing it over. They try not to use guns too
much, since Zombies are attracted to sound, but if she was going to use it, no
one was going to stop her. She told them that her dad and uncle Benjen would
take the oldest kids to to Benjen’s shooting range sometimes, even though they
knew their mother hated it, and that’s where she learned how to shoot. She also
learned archery from them too.
She slowly stepped forward while Arya growled, turning and shuffling towards
her. “Arya? It’s Sansa...We’ve been looking all over for you, you’ve been
missing for months..” she knew there was a possibility that Arya wouldn’t
remember who, could a person really remember their past lives once they’ve
turned?
Arya didn’t stop, but she was still a good distance away from her. Though if
she’s going to shoot, she better shoot soon. Sandor walked a ways to her, but
kept his distance.
Tears streamed down her face and she could feel the hand she held the gun in
start to shake, but she had to be the one that does it. She licked her lips and
said “I don’t know how long you’ve been like this, but...But no matter what,
you’re my little sister, and I’ll always love you. I know we never really got
along, and I should’ve told you sooner, but I’m sorry for all the time I was
mean to you, I didn’t mean any of it.” she took a deep breath before slowly
raising the gun up, aiming right for her forehead and turning the safety off.
As Arya drew closer she reached out for Sansa, but she didn’t move. Sansa could
feel the dam inside breaking, but had to hold it back. She swallowed and said
“I love you, I’m sorry.” Before pulling the trigger. When the shot rang out,
Sandor jumped and Arya collapsed.
The dam broke and she took her finger off of the trigger and dropped her arm,
and hung her head. She started sobbing, and then a hand was on her shoulder.
She jumped and looked back to see Sandor behind her, tears in his eyes. After
she got drunk, she would be too embarrassed to look at him or talk to him, but
looking at him now, she couldn’t do that anymore. She didn’t hesitate before
throwing her arms around his middle and crying into his chest. He wrapped his
arms around her and held her tight. He kissed the top of her head and said
“I’ve got you, Little Bird. I’ve got you.”
**
They went back into the department store and grabbed two shovels. They took
Arya’s body into the woods down the road and buried her. Sansa found some
flowers nearby and laid them down on top of the grave and they stood there for
over an hour. They listened to Sansa talking to her, stayed silent while she
just stared down at her before she eventually turned and started walking back.
The ride back to the house was silent. They were still in the mansion and
figured it would be better to wait until after Daenerys has the baby before
moving again. They sometimes had trouble finding food in the surrounding houses
and neighborhoods, but they’d hunt too. Khal brought in more game than Jorah
and Sandor, and he preferred hunting alone, so they continued to let the
hunting be his thing. Daenerys would worry about him, but they’d keep her
company until he’d come back.
Once they got back to the house, Sansa locked herself away in their room. She
had good days and bad days, more bad than good. She’d cry herself to sleep
almost every night, sometimes she allowed him to hold her, others she didn’t
want him to. And there were times she didn’t want anyone, anywhere near her.
They gave her space when she wanted it, they knew she needed time, and they’ll
just be there for her.
**
One day after showering, he opened the bathroom door to see Sansa sitting on
the edge of the bed. She smiled a little at him and said “Morning.”
He nodded and asked “Were you waiting to use the shower?”
She nodded and said “Yeah. Is um, is there any hot water left?”
He nodded and said “Yeah, there’s plenty. You okay?”
She looked down at her hands and swallowed. “I think so...I’m getting to the
point where I can think about her without bursting into tears every five
minutes, so I guess that’s a good sign.”
He watched as she stood up and grabbed her clothes before moving out of her
way. She walked in and stopped before turned to face him. “I want to thank you
for helping me look for her, as well as everyone else. And I’m sorry for making
things awkward between us.”
He smiled and said “I was glad to help. And there’s nothing to be sorry about,
Little Bird. I’m not going anywhere, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”
She smiled and nodded. “Good.”
**
A few weeks later, he could see she was getting better. She was crying less,
talking more, she was trying. Things between him and Sansa were improving too,
but he was more concerned about her healing.
A few days back Khal had gone hunting, and came back a couple days early. But
when he came back, he was different. He looked like he had seen a ghost and
Daenerys tried to talk to her husband, but he just told her he was fine and
changed the subject. It was strange, he’s never acted this way before. Then he
got a fever.
Jorah took a look at him and when he searched for bites, he found one on his
side. He broke the news to all of them and they had to steady Daenerys to keep
her from fainting when the news hit her. She demanded that Jorah do whatever he
could to make him better and slapped him across the face when he said there was
nothing he could do, but take care of him until the fever takes him.
She stormed off and Sansa followed her, leaving Sandor with the older man. He
asked “Probably a dumb question, but are you okay?”
He nodded and said “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s Drogo you should be worried about.
He’s one of the most fearless men I’ve ever met, and he gets taken down by a
bite...I killed him.”
The younger man shook his head and said “No you didn’t.”
He nodded and said “I might as well have. Remember that day when you got the
pregnancy test for her and I said either Drogo kills me if that baby isn’t his
or he dies first, I said that, there was a part of me that prayed for it. And
now, it’s gonna happen. I put a spiritual hit on him!”
The younger man sighed and said “Come on now, you didn’t do it, you couldn’t
have known.”
The older man shook his head and said “That doesn’t make me feel any better.”
Sandor frowned and said “Do whatever you gotta do man, I’m not Dr. Phil. But
you and her, you gotta work your shit out. Whether this baby is yours or not,
you step up and be there for her and that baby. But be there for Khal too, he’s
your friend.”
**
It wouldn’t be long until the fever takes him. Sansa tried to calm Daenerys
down the best she could until the blond kicked her out. She found Sandor in the
kitchen, sitting alone at their dining room table, a glass of water sitting in
front of him. She sat in the chair beside his and he asked “She alright?”
She sighed and said “She just found out her husband will literally be a dead
man walking in a few hours, would you be alright?”
He nodded and said “Guess not then. Why aren’t you still with her?”
“She kicked me out. She wants some time alone...I feel bad for Jorah.”
He scoffed and said “You and me both. She’s got no right to hit him like that,
he can only do so much for the guy. Once you get the fever, nothing can save
you unless someone kills you before it takes you.”
She nodded and said “Yeah. He really is a nice man...Maybe it’s just me, but I
think he might have a bit of a crush on her...That must be awkward.”
Sandor laughed for the first time in weeks and shook his head. “You’ve got no
idea.”
She looked at him confused and asked “You know something I don’t?”
He thought about telling her, he’s thought about it since Jorah confided in
him. But he’s not about to gossip about his friend like some schoolgirl. He
shook his head and looked at her “No, Little Bird, I don’t.”
She studied him for a moment before nodding and sighed. “If she’s the way she
is now, wait until someone has to put him down...She’ll be a mess.”
He nodded and said “Yeah. But it’ll be better to put him out of his misery
before that, and I hope Jorah does it Before Drogo croaks. At least she’ll
still have us, and a little boy or girl.”
She nodded and smiled. “Yeah. I think I’d be heartbroken if she didn’t make me
the Godmother. I’d spoil that baby rotten the best I can.”
He pictured her as the Godmother, holding the baby, playing with them, bringing
home God knows what from runs for them, and it made him grin. She did the same
and asked “What is that smile? That’s one I haven’t seen before.”
He leaned over and said “Little Bird, there’s a lot of me you haven’t seen
before.” Inwardly cringing after saying that.
But Sansa’s smile never wavered, eyebrow raised. “Sandor Clegane, are you
flirting with me?”
He took a sip from his water and asked “I don’t know, am I?”
She nodded and said “Sounded like it. Well then, there’s a lot of me you
haven’t seen either. My God, are we really doing this now? I feel dirty.”
He chuckled and said “Well then, I guess there’s a special place in Hell for
both of us.”
She nodded and said “There is. But for me, it will be the throne.” Before
standing up and walking out.
***** Chapter 8 *****
After Jorah put Khal out of his misery, Daenerys wasn’t talking to anyone. He
decided to take Sandor’s advice and go talk to her. When she didn’t answer his
knocks he opened the door, and had a pillow thrown at him. “Get out!”
He bent and picked the pillow up before closing the door behind him. The blond
said “I said get out!”
He shook his head and said “I’m not going anywhere, Khaleesi. We need to talk.”
She scowled at him and said “Khal was the only one allowed to call me that.”
He nodded and said “I know. But now he’s in a better place, and you still have
us. Besides, we have much to discuss, you and I.”
She shook her head and said “There’s nothing I need to discuss with you. My
husband is dead, my baby will have no father, right now I just want to be
alone.”
Hearing that made him laugh. He knew it was a terrible time to laugh, but he
couldn’t help it. She asked “What is so damn funny to you?!”
He looked up at her and said “Oh nothing, I just thought I heard you say that
the baby won’t have a father, but I could be wrong. You think just because Khal
is dead now, your baby won’t have a father? Have you ever even thought that
this baby could be mine or were you still hoping you and Drogo had finally
succeeded?”
She didn’t respond but simply looked away. He said “Look Daenerys, I know you
must feel horrible for what we did behind Khal’s back, but it happened, and we
can’t change it. But whether this child is mine or not, I’ll step up, I’ll be
the father.”
“And if you die or I die, what then?”
“Then Sandor And Sansa could raise them. A child just needs two loving parents,
if they have that, they’ll be alright. I know you’re hurting, but you can’t
shut everyone out forever...And I’d be truly honored to be that baby’s father
until the day I die.” With love response from her, he sighed and walked out of
the room, closing the door behind him.
**
Unfortunately, their fun in the mansion had run it’s course a few weeks after
Drogo’s death. Even though the work to use as little of the water possible
every so often, it just stopped working one day, so they moved. It was becoming
harder for everyone besides Daenerys, to go on supply runs. If him and Jorah
went, he’d be worried every second they’re away, praying that the girls will be
alright until they’d get back. They always are, but he still can’t help but be
worried.
And with Dany’s stomach growing bigger and the time until the baby comes
getting closer, everyone can’t help but be on edge. They’d find stuff for the
baby all the time, getting clothes and toys in all kinds of colors since they
won’t know the baby’s sex until they come out. They even found a good
wheelchair that Daenerys gets to sit in while they’ve been moving. They’ve all
agreed to pitch in and help with whatever they can, and they’ve been getting
lessons from Sansa. She’s helped take care of her younger siblings, she learned
everything from her mom.
Sansa always got a laugh out of watching Sandor and Jorah practicing how to
hold the baby, using a toy doll. One that doesn’t make any noise. Sandor always
looks so afraid of crushing the doll, but she always assured him he’s doing a
good job, and she’d tell him if he was doing it wrong. It warms her heart to
see him trying. She’s thought about what could happen if Dany or Jorah die
after she has the baby, more than once. She prays it doesn’t since they’re her
friends, but anything can happen. And if it does, they’ll end up becoming the
baby’s new mommy and daddy.
Sansa’s dreamed of what it could be like to be a mother. Even if the child
isn’t hers, she’d love them with all her heart. She dreamt of how her future
husband and kids would look like, have the white picnic fence, a cookie cutter
life. But these days, no one can get that, and she’s coming to terms with that.
If she has kids, she’d kill anyone and everyone to protect them. If she gets
married, she’d be sure to only marry someone she loves and that they truly love
her in return.
The time she has alone with Sandor are some of the happiest moments she’s had
in a long time. They haven’t done anything, but they’ve been closer than ever
since things stopped being so awkward between them. She can tell that he’s
hesitant, and wonders if he’s ever truly been close to someone before. The last
thing she wants to do is scare him away.
**
Ever since they left the mansion, they’ve moved around a lot. Though they
didn’t want to do that since Dany was getting further along, but finding
shelter has been getting harder. They nearly went to an area that was heavily
populated by the dead and were thankful they saw it early, otherwise the
outcome would’ve been bad.
They were heading South when they started coming upon different signs, all
talking about the same place:
COME TO KING’S LANDING!
THE ONLY TRUE SAFE ZONE!
KING’S LANDING: A SAFE PLACE FOR ALL!
WE HAVE SECURITY, FOOD, WATER, DOCTORS!
ALL ARE WELCOME TO KING’S LANDING!
They grabbed maps that were taped to the signs, showing the way to King’s
Landing, just in case, but Sandor was always quick to voice his opinion. “I
think it’s shit. There’s no such things as safe zones. It’s probably a trap.”
Daenerys said “We don’t know that for sure.”
Sandor rolled his eyes and said “Oh come on, you know I’m right. What if we
went to this place, and it ends up being like where that cunt lead us to, or
worse?”
Jorah said “Then we’ll leave and go elsewhere. It could be promising.”
The younger man nodded and said “Yeah, I’m sure it is. That one sign said “All
are welcome”, it could be nothing but rapists and killers there, a great
environment for a baby.”
Sansa sighed and said “Sandor, Daenerys is tired. We’re all tired, and we can’t
keep moving around for too long while she’s pregnant. This place isn’t too far
away, we could get there in a week...Please?” She all but gave him a puppy dog
look and even reached out to grab his big hand for good measure. It’s not the
first time she’s held his hand, she’s done it a couple of times, but it sends
chills all over his body, every time.
He rolled his eyes and said “Fine. We’ll try this place out but the second I
see that somethings up, we’re out of there, and you’ll hear nothing but hours
of me saying “I told you so”, got it?”
They nodded and Sansa smiled. She said “Got it! Thank you!” Before they started
walking again. A few minutes went by before he realized she hadn’t let go of
his hand. Her pale hand looked so tiny compared to his big meaty paw. She had
attempted to lace her fingers through his, but she was struggling. He fought
back laughter in fear of spooking her, and looked straight ahead as they
carried on.
**
She never let go of his hand until a few hours later, when they stopped at a
house for the night. It was just a tiny, one room shack in a small wooded area,
but at least they’d all be close to each other. There was a single mattress on
the dirty floor, so they let Daenerys take it. Jorah slept right next to her on
the floor in a sleeping bag, while Sansa and Sandor cuddled up against a
corner.

They were still awake and stared at the other two. Sansa had her head against
his shoulder, and eventually her hand found his again. She smiled and whispered
“I think they could be cute together.”
He chuckled and said “They could be...He’s crazy about her.”
She looked up at him and smiled. “Really?”
He nodded and said “Of course. Anyone with eyes could see that. He’s determined
to be a father to that baby, could see it working out for him.”
She nodded and said “Yeah...Have you ever thought about having kids?”
Sandor swallowed and didn’t answer. But before she opened her mouth, he said
“Not for a long time, Little Bird. Maybe when I was younger, but well, never
found the right person.”
She nodded, realizing it was a horrible question to ask him. She remembers him
putting himself down while she was drunk. She was surprised she could remember
anything at all, don’t most people forget until someone tells them what they
did? She’s never drinking again, that’s for sure. She swallowed and said “I’m
sorry...It was stupid of me to ask.”
He looked down at her and smiled a little. He said “It’s alright, Little Bird.
Don’t be so scared to ask me things, you won’t kiss me off. Anyone else, well
that’s a different story, but...You’re different.”
“How am I different?”
She was genuinely confused and it made him want to smile, so he did. Not a big
one, but one of the normal smiled he gives her. He wants to tell her that he
trusts her with his life, that he’s never been in love and she could be
changing it, even if the idea of love scares the hell out of him. But instead
he shrugged and said “You just are. I mean it, you can ask me anything, I’ve
heard far worse. Yeah, I’ve thought about having kids, a house full of them.
But I knew no one would want me, and I always feared that one day my children
would’ve met my brother..”
Sansa nodded and said “I understand. May I ask something else?”
“Of course.”
She looked down at heir intertwined hands and smiled. “Do you like it when I
hold your hand?” Looking back up at him.
He nodded and said “Yeah, it’s alright.” Gently squeezing before saying “It
feels nice, but weird last time I held a girls hand was before I got my scars.
I was six. Had this crush on the pretty girl that lived down the street from
us. I knew she liked me too, we talked a lot, played together, kissed some, but
my favorite thing was holding her hand...Then after I got burned, she didn’t
want anything to do with me anymore. It was mainly her parents, but I could see
that she didn’t want to either. That was the last time I ever held anyone’s
hand, until you.”
He was studying her, but couldn’t get a good read on her expression. There was
sympathy, but something else there. Hopefully something good, because he didn’t
want her to pity him. She simply nodded and said “Wel Then, now we’ll do it
more often. If you’d like.” Then smiled.
He felt his heart flutter at the idea of it. Sometimes he looks at her,
wondering if she’s even real and praying that she is. He smiled, bigger than
the last one but not by much, and said “I’d like that very much.” Before
kissing her forehead. “Get some sleep, Little Bird. We’ll need it if we’re
gonna be going to King’s Landing or whatever the fuck it is.”
She nodded and hesitated before pulling their hands apart so he could wrap an
arm around him. He wanted her hand back, but he was too tired to fuss about it
now.
**
During their journey, Sandor could see the looks that Daenerys and Jorah would
give him when they saw him and Sansa, holding hands every day. They’d smile at
him and at her, but he just brushed it off. He’d become used to having her hand
in his, and there were very few times where she didn’t want his hand in hers.
They kept following the map to King’s Landing, almost getting lost on the way.
When they found it, they discovered it was a summer camp and the gate was
guarded by ten men. A man put his hand up to halt them and asked “What do you
want?”
Sandor frowned said “We’re here to sell Girl Scout cookies, the fuck you think
we want? We want in.”
The man stepped forward, AK-47 in hand, and said “Not with that attitude. Is it
just you four?”
They nodded and said “Well five, there’s an unborn child in that one.” Pointing
to Daenerys. “We just want to rest, if you don’t mind. We’ve been on the road
for awhile now.”
Sandor and the man stared at each other down until the guy nodded and said
“Alright. How many Geeks have you all killed?”
They all looked at each other before Sandor said “Between all of us, a lot.
Lost count.”
“And how many people have you killed?”
Daenerys sighed and said “Lost count. We’ve only killed to defend ourselves.”
The man nodded and said “Okay. Your names?”
Sandor said “Sandor Clegane, Sansa Stark, Jorah Mormont, and Daenerys
Targaryen.”
“Go ahead, but Cersei will want to talk to you first. She runs this show.”
They nodded and Jorah said “Thank you.” Before they opened the gate and let
them in. The camp looked nice, tall trees, decent sized cabins. And with the
moisture in the air, he knew there was a lake nearby. There we some kids
running around squealing and laughing, adults chatting and smiling. A lot of
them stopped and stared at them as they walked.
Sansa approached one woman and asked if she knew where this Cersei woman is and
she kindly pointed her over to one of the cabins. When she came back to stand
by Sandor’s side, they held hands again before they headed over to the cabin.
Two guys were standing guard in front and Jorah told them they came to speak to
her. They let them pass and Jorah and Sandor helped Dany get out of the
wheelchair before helping her up the steps. When hey walked in they saw a
beautiful blond woman talking to a man. They looked up at them and Jorah said
“Forgive our intrusion. We just found your camp and were told to see you.”
The woman smiled and nodded. “Yes, all new guests speak with me when they
enter. My name is Cersei Lannister, this is my brother Jaime. Welcome to King’s
Landing.”
**
Cersei looked at Daenerys and said “Forgive my rudeness, you must be so tired
from your journey. Please, sit.” They sat Dany in one of the chairs before she
said “We’re always happy to see new faces. In times like these, it’s a comfort
to see that there’s still hope for the living to come out on top.”
Sandor chuckled and said “Yeah, I’m sure we would.”
Sansa gave him a look and he said “Just being honest..”
Sansa looked back at Cersei and smiled. “Forgive my friend, he’s
very...Honest.”
The older woman smiled and said “No sorry needed, Little Dove. Honesty is an
admirable quality in a man, and I’m not easily offended.”
Sandor frowned when she said ‘Little Dove’, but figured she was just being
nice. Cersei asked “How long do you all plan on staying in King’s Landing?”
Jorah asked “Do all of your residents have to leave by a certain point?”
She laughed and said “Of course not, you’re free to stay as long as you like. I
ask because people tend to come and go, but most have stayed since this
community was founded.”
They nodded and Sandor said “Well depending on things, we’d like to stay until
she has her baby. Unless there’s a problem with that?”
Cersei shook her head and said “Of course not. But know if you plan on staying,
everyone just pull their weight, have chores. We won’t give you too much to do,
you should be resting.” Looking over at Daenerys.
Sansa asked “What chores do you have?”
“Washing and drying the clothes, helping make food, cleaning the cabins,
working security, that sort. But don’t worry, the security detail is made up of
only men, with the exception of a few women. I’d like everyone to help each
other, that’s what communities are for, right?”
Sandor asked “And what if we don’t want to leave the girls alone for too long?”
Cersei smiled at him and said “They can keep each other company, or have
others. You won’t have to worry about their safety. Most of the cabins can
accommodate up to four people per cabin, and we have over forty people in
King’s Landing, so you can all share a cabin together. If that puts you at
ease.”
He nodded and the older woman asked “So will you stay?”
They all looked at each other for a minute before looking back at Cersei. Jorah
nodded and said “Yes, we’d like to.”
“Wonderful. I’ll have Meryn show you to your cabin.”
***** Chapter 9 *****
They were taken to their cabin and Jorah asked Meryn if there was a doctor
nearby, who could look at Daenerys. Meryn nodded and told them to follow him.
Dany looked back at them and Sansa told them to go ahead, before they left.
They walked inside and saw four cots, one at every wall. Sandor dragged one of
them next to another one before patting it. “These will be ours.” Before
sitting down. Sansa smiled and walked over to him before dropping down next to
him, lying on her back.
The bottom of her shirt pulled up as she stretched, her flat lower stomach
being exposed up to her bellybutton. He quickly looked up at her face before
she could catch him. She groaned and said “I could sleep forever.” Before
looking at him. She smiled and said “We made it.”
He nodded and said “Yeah Little Bird, we made it. Let’s just hope things don’t
go to shit..”
She nodded and said “I know. Hey look, we’ve got rules.”
He frowned and watched her get up before he saw what she meant. Nailed up on
the wall was a board with a list of rules and he wonders if all the cabins have
these.
Rule 1: Everyone_must_do_the_chores_and_jobs_given_to_them.
Rule 2: Breakfast is at 8, lunch is at 12:30, dinner is at 7, and curfew is at
10:30.
Rule 3: No leaving your cabin after curfew unless it’s an emergency or if you
have a shift with the security.
Rule 4: Everyone_must_share.
Rule 5: No violence beyond punishment is tolerated.
Rule 6: Tell the Runners what you want ahead of time before they leave for
supplies.
Rule 7: Showers are limited to 3 minutes per person at the most, NO_EXCEPTIONS!
Rule 8: Look out for one another.
Failure to abide by these rules, you will be given he following:
3 warnings = 1 strike
1 strike = Extra chores
2 strikes = Trial and punishment
3 strikes = Eviction from King’s Landing or death.
Sansa looked back at Sandor with wide eyes and said “Well then.”
Sandor chuckled and said “Gotta have order, Little Bird. If Cersei let everyone
do whatever they want, this place would be up in flames.”
She nodded and said “Yeah, that’s true. Cersei seems nice, I guess. That Meryn
guy scares me a little.”
He nodded and said “Yeah, I don’t like him. Seems shady to me. And Cersei’s
alright...I don’t really like the nickname she gave you, though.”
“What nickname?”
He said “‘Little Dove’. I don’t like it, she doesn’t need to call you that.”
She smiled and asked “What, are you jealous?”
He scoffed and said “Fuck no. She just doesn’t need to call you that. You’re
‘Little Bird’ not ‘Little Dove’.”
Hearing that only made Sansa’s smile grow and she giggled. “It sounds like
you’re jealous to me.”
He shook his head and said “I am not.”
“Are too.”
He leaned in and said “Am not. What are we, five?”
She nodded and said “Yep.”
They both seemed to realize how close their faces were, noses only a few inches
apart, but neither dared to move. She smiled and said “You’re jealous. You
can’t lie to me.”
He smiled a little and said “But I’m a better liar than you. Fine, she can call
you ‘Little Dove’, I don’t care. But you’ll always be ‘Little Bird’ to me.”
He wasn’t really surprised when she closed the gap, pressing her lips to his.
It’s been a long time since anyone kissed him but this time, it wouldn’t cost
extra. He’s dreamt about what it could be like to kiss her, kiss her breathless
till her lips were swollen, kiss her all over.
She pulled back enough to say “I could live with that.” Before he kissed her
back. She smiled against his lips and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, tugging
him closer before her hands grasped his shoulders. Sansa’s been kissed by
plenty of boys, but she’s never been kissed like this.
Her hands moved down to his chest as he was surprised when she pushed him back,
relieved when he watched her move up and straddle his lap before leaning back
down. She took his face in her hands and kissed him while one of his arms
wrapped around her, the other coming up so his hand gently cupped the back of
her neck. She gasped when he sat up, hands gripping his shoulders again.
He pulled back and pressed his forehead against hers. The cabin was quiet, save
for their panting. When he opened his eyes again, she was staring at him. He
sighed and said “Little Bird-“ but was cut off by Sansa taking his face in his
hands, being mindful of his scars, before bringing her lips back to his. He
forgot what he was going to say and relaxed again, returning Sansa’s kisses
when their cabin door opened.
“Whoa, hello!” They jumped and looked over to see Jorah and Daenerys in the
doorway. Daenerys was grinning like an idiot while Jorah was getting the
wheelchair into the cabin.
Sansa giggled and hid her face in his neck when Jorah asked “Should we come
back later?”
Sandor frowned and said “Oh no, it’s fine.” Hoping they’d pick up on the
sarcasm in his tone. “How was the doctor?”
Daenerys sighed and said “Well, we followed Meryn to the doctor’s cabin but it
turns out, he was working on the other side of the camp. Jorah asked if I still
wanted to go, but I told him it was alright, so we came back. Meryn told us
he’d let the doc know we’d be coming tomorrow, I don’t feel like going anywhere
else right.”
Sansa looked back up and said “Well dinner’s going to be at seven, will you be
up to go then or should we bring you some back? I’m not sure if these people
eat together.”
She groaned and said “Fine. If we can’t just eat in here, then we’ll go.”
They nodded and Sansa quickly pecked Sandor on the lips before getting off of
him.
**
So far, everything was going just fine. They’ve been at King’s Landing for a
week, and nothing’s gone wrong yet. Daenerys saw the doctor who told her to
visit every week, everyone was making friends, or trying to.
Sandor and Jorah would take shifts with the rest of the security detail. Sandor
hated it, he hated being away for four hours while the girls would be in a
cabin alone. But every time they’d switch out with the next saps, they’d go
right back tot he cabin and be relieved that they’re safe. Every time Sandor
would get back in bed, Sansa would stir but he would just kiss her and tell her
to go back to sleep.
They’ve done more since that day. Sometimes they’d get interrupted and when
they wouldn’t, it would result in some pretty intense make outs. He can tell
she wants more, but he doesn’t want to rush or hurt her. He remembers being a
horny teenager. But when the time would be right, he’d like to take his time
with her, not rutting like an animal like he did with most of the whores he was
with. She deserves to be taken care of.
**
On one of his night shifts, he got stuck with Meryn. He’s annoying as hell,
gets on Sandor’s nerves, and he’s sure that he’s got a thing for pre teens. And
he doesn’t like the ways he looks at Sansa, or any of the younger girls, it
makes him think of Gregor.
They were patrolling along the outside of the gate not saying a word to one
another, until Meryn opened his mouth. “So that pretty redhead..”
Sandor felt his jaw clench, but he just kept looking out into the night. It was
a quiet night. “Which one?”
Meryn chuckled and said “You know which one. The one you’re fucking-“
“We’re not fucking.”
“No? Could’ve sworn you were, you two seem real close. She sure is a pretty
thing. Has she always been into ugly fuckers like you?”
Sandor frowned, but then smirked. He said “I don’t know, Trant..” he turned and
looked at him before asking “Have you always been into little kids?”
His smile quickly disappeared and Sandor said “That’s what I thought. Sadly I
was related to a sick fuck like you, until I put two bullets in his skull and
buried him in my backyard. My own brother.”
He turned until he was properly facing him and stepped closer to him, smiling
as he loomed over the shorter man. “So here’s the deal. You keep your trap shut
the rest of the time I’m stuck with you, and you stay away from her. Stay away
from her, and all the other young girls around here. And if I find out you did
anything to her or them, I’ll fire every bullet in this thing until it
obliterates your pathetic little cock, am I clear?”
Meryn’s eyes widened and he nodded before Sandor gave him a big pat on the
back. “Good. Now shut the fuck up so we can finish this shit.”
**
He was happy to finally be back in the cabin. Jorah was tying his boots when
Sandor walked back in. He stood up and they nodded at each other. Daenerys
shifted on her cot and the older man leaned down at kissed her forehead before
heading out.
After Jorah closed the door, Sandor sat down on the edge of his cot to untie
his boots. Once he got them off he got out of his jeans and climbed in next to
Sansa. She stirred next to him and opened her eyes some, blinking. He smiled
and whispered “It’s me, Little Bird. Go back to sleep.”
She yawned and nodded before moving, lying her head on his chest like she’s
done a thousand times. He put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head
before falling asleep.
**
One morning when he opened his eyes, Sansa was gone. He sighed and looked over
to see Daenerys brushing her hair in the mirror. She smiled and said “Morning.”
He groaned and asked “Where’d she go?”
“She went to get some breakfast. Jorah went down to the lake to help some of
the ladies with the clothes. Ooh!”
He sat up and saw her face scrunch up, a hand on her swollen belly. He frowned
and asked “You okay?”
She nodded and said “Yeah, I-I think so...I think it just kicked.” Before
smiling. She looked up at him and said “It just did it again. Wanna feel?”
He’s never felt a baby kick before, but there’s a first time for everything. He
nodded and got out of bed, coming over to her. She grabbed his hand and laid it
over a certain spot and sure enough, he felt a little kick. He cringed and said
“That’s weird...Does it hurt or..?”
She giggled and said “Not really. Have you never felt a baby kick before?”
He shook his head and said “Not until now. Oh, there it is again. How does it
not hurt, that would drive me nuts.”
“I know! The real fun will be the contractions, those will be God awful. Be
thankful that you’re a man.”
He laughed and asked “When do you go back to the doctor?”
She said “In a couple of days. He said he’ll try a couple of old wives tales to
find out the sex since ultrasounds won’t work anymore, not here anyways.”
He nodded and asked “What are you hoping for?”
She shrugged and smiled. “Doesn’t really matter to me, as long as they make it.
Jorah and I would love them either way, he’s been very good to me this whole
time while I’ve been a jerk..”
Sandor shook his head and said “You’re not a jerk. You’re just not used to the
idea of having a baby with someone other than...Well..”
She nodded and said “I think Jorah would be a wonderful father. I’m just hoping
he’s still young enough to enjoy them, he’s almost fifty, while I’m almost
twenty-two...Quite the age gap, people might talk.”
“Fuck what everyone else says. You two will be great.”
She smiled and said “Thank you.” And he nodded.
**
A few days later, Sandor and Jorah has the first shift of the night. He was
sure Dany told Sansa the babies sex, but he hasn’t heard it yet. While he and
Jorah were walking along the inside of the fence, Sandor sighed and asked “Okay
old man, what’s the verdict?”
The older man smiled and said “It’s a girl.”
Sandor grinned and said “Congratulations. You excited to be a dad?”
Jorah nodded and said “I am, but I’m also scared to death...I’m old, I
should’ve been having kids far before this mess, but I didn’t.”
Sandor said “Well whatever happens, we’re not going anywhere. I can promise you
that.”
The older man smiled and said “Thank you.”
The younger man nodded and said “You’re welcome. So, will there be a wedding in
the future?”
Both men laughed and Jorah said “I could ask you the same thing.”
The younger man asked “What do you mean? Sansa?”
Jorah nodded and said “Yeah, unless there’s someone else?”
Sandor shook his head and said “Fuck no, there’s no one else...No one else
could ever compare to her. But unlike you, we haven’t done anything. Well
anything beyond what you two saw when you walked in on us.”
The older man said “I told you, we could’ve gone elsewhere.”
Sandor laughed and said “Part of me wishes you did, but nah, it’s alright. I
don’t wanna feel like I’m pressuring her or anything. I’d never be like that
with her...She’s really something, man.”
The older man nodded and said “She’s a sweet girl. She definitely likes you. Do
you love her?”
The younger man chuckled and said “Back when we were all in the bar, the day
Dany asked for those pregnancy tests, she asked the same question. I told her
love is shit, love is an illusion. But now, well, I’m not so sure.”
“Why would you say love is an illusion?”
Sandor frowned and said “Well let’s see. My mother died after she had me, my
father spent the rest of his life blaming me, so did my older brother. And it
was the same older brother that gave me these.” Pointing to his scars. “When I
was six. He did it over a fucking toy he didn’t even play with anymore. Said I
stole it, and that he’d teach me a lesson, but I was only playing with it. I
thought maybe my father would help me then, but he just...Covered it up, told
everyone my bedding caught fire. I tried loving them before, even if they
screamed at me, hit me, humiliated me. Then I stopped believing in love after I
could smell my sizzling flesh.”
He didn’t have to look at Jorah to know the look the older man was giving him.
Sandor looked down at the ground and said “But Sansa, she’s...I don’t deserve
that girl. I know it every day when I wake up, every night when I go to sleep.
Every chance I get to look at her, I know I don’t. No offense, but she’s
becoming best thing that’s ever happened to me since I killed my brother. I was
thinking of blowing my head off two nights before she crashed through my
window. And if she didn’t then, I would’ve ended up doing so. I told myself I’d
see how the rest of the week would go, but I knew I’d do it.”
Jorah nodded and said “Then you must be divinely favored, my friend.”
The younger man smiled a little and said “I’m hoping so.”
**
Ever since the night they first kissed, Sansa’s wanted more of him. She wasn’t
exactly being subtle about it, she could tel he was getting them loud and
clear. But all they’ve done since was make out. She enjoys them very much,
especially when they started getting heated. But they have yet to go beyond
that, and it worries her.
She’s worried she’s not attractive enough, that she’s coming on almost too
strong, that she’s pressuring him. She’s even worried that he’s found someone
else, and it’s been driving her crazy. But she’s never seen Sandor look at
anyone else the way he looks at her, he doesn’t flirt with anyone else, it’s
only her. Maybe he’s afraid of breaking her since he’s a giant compared to her.
She knows she’s overthinking, but she likes the idea of him wanting her, taking
her like it would be the very last thing he does. If he were any other man,
they’d have done it months ago, but most likely against her will. Sansa is
thankful every day she has him. She trusts him with her life and hopes that he
feels the same. Maybe the best thing she could do right now is ease up on him
and see where they go from there.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
     This one took forever to write, sorry.
Jorah and Daenerys had just left to go see the doctor, they’d have the cabin to
themselves for thirty minutes. So while their friends were away, Sandor and
Sansa decided to spent their time alone, in bed.
Sansa looked so tiny whether she was under him or on top of him, it was funny.
And while she was currently on top of him, he couldn’t help but laugh while she
kissed his lips. When she pulled back she giggled and asked “What is wrong with
you?”
He smiled and shook his head “You look so tiny on me, Little Bird.”’
She rolled her eyes and said “I do not.”
“Yes you do. A pretty little bird perched on a big, mean ol’ bear. Quite the
setup, huh?”
Sansa shrugged and said “Doesn’t sound bad to me, I like it. And I like that
you’re big, you’re very cuddly.” Running her hands up and down his chest. She
leaned back down and kissed him and his hands found her hips.
A few minutes passed and they were heading towards another one of their regular
make out sessions. Sandor sat up and moved her hair out of the way to kiss
along her neck. She sighed and moved her head to the side for him. She likes it
when he kisses or touches her neck, and he can tell when she’s trying not to
squirm from it. Just like she’s doing right now.
He smiled against her skin and said “You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Squirming. You do it every time I come anywhere near here.” Pointing at her
neck before kissing where he pointed. Sansa blushed and looked away and he
chuckled. “No need to be embarrassed, Little Bird. It’s cute. Your neck is just
a sensitive place for you. Has anyone ever kissed you there before?”
She nodded and said “A-A few times, yeah. But I guess it’s been awhile.”
He nodded and said “It’s okay...Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
He swallowed and asked “Am I-Have I been rushing you in any way? Am I going too
fast or something?”
She shook her head and said “No, not at all, why?”
He shrugged and said “Well, I know we’ve known each other for a few months, and
we just started this recently. I don’t want you to feel like I’m coming on too
strong or something. It’s been awhile since I’ve been with anyone intimately.
Well physically, anyways. But I wouldn’t do anything to make you feel
uncomfortable.”
She smiled and said “You’re not, I promise. I was actually wanting to ask you
that myself. I’ve never been with anyone intimately, ever. I’ve had a few
boyfriends, but it never went anywhere with any of them. I thought I was the
one that’s coming on too strong.”
He shook his head and smiled. “You’re not, Little Bird. It’s just natural. Once
we hit our teens our hormones just get all riled up. I remember being a
teenager once, about a million years ago. But you’re alright Little Bird. And
if I’m doing anything at all that you’re not okay with, you tell me, alright?”
She nodded and said “I will, I promise.” Before kissing his forehead.
He smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips before asking “Am I allowed one more
question?”
She giggled and said “Yes.”
He licked his bottom lip before asking “Why me? I mean I know there’s not a
huge selection of guys to choose from anymore, and I’m certainly no Ken doll,
but why me?”
She looked at him confused and said “Because for one, I don’t want a Ken doll,
and two, I thought I made it clear before when I drank.”
“You were drunk.”
She frowned and said “I told you I remembered everything.” Then she smiled and
said “And if I didn’t, we wouldn’t be here.” Before stealing a kiss from him.
“At first I was scared of you, and you have your moments, but you’re not as bad
as you think you are. Under your whole ‘fuck off, I’ll tear your head off’
facade, you’re a teddy bear underneath.”
He smiled a little and said “Only for you, Little Bird. And well Dany, but
she’s having a baby. But even now, I still don’t get it. You’re gorgeous,
you’re kind, and I’m...Me.”
Sansa sighed and said “And I’m glad you’re you. Because I like you. Believe it
or not, I learned that looks aren’t everything. I care about what’s inside,
cause that’s what really matters in the end. Looks fade. Believe me when I say
that I like you, and I want to be yours.”
He smiled and asked “Really?”
She nodded and said “Of course. Is that okay?”
He nodded and said “It’s better than okay, Little Bird.”
**
Daenerys was told on her last doctor’s visit that it would be best for her to
put on bed rest at some point, and she hates it. She told Sansa how bad she’d
feel once that happens, thinking everyone will have to drop everything and take
care of her. They all told her that everything will be okay. Then Dany got
sick.
They talked to Cersei and managed to get Jorah of his chores and security
shifts so he could take care of her, until she get’s better. The doctor came by
to check her out and said she was just having a simple flu. A lot of people
around the camp were getting it, but it wasn’t anything serious. She demanded
that everyone stay away from her, but they weren’t having it, especially Jorah.
He stayed right by her side the whole time. Sansa felt so bad, but Daenerys
assured her that it was alright. Sansa had returned to the cabin from taking a
shower, and saw Daenerys was alone. “Hey. Where’s Jorah?”
She yawned and said “Getting breakfast. Where’s Sandor?”
“Chopping wood. How are you feeling?”
She sat up a little and said “A lot better. Jorah is driving me crazy.”
They laughed and Sansa said “He’s just worried.” Coming over to sit on the edge
of Dany’s cot.”
The blond nodded and said “I know. He’s so sweet, it makes me wanna puke
sometimes...He’s gonna be great when the baby comes. I just feel bad that I’ll
be stuck here once I’m bedridden, I’ll be useless then.”
“Well you can only do so much while pregnant, Dany.”
Daenerys scoffed and said “That may be, but I’m not made of glass. I’m actually
excited about getting back on my feet once this damn thing is out of me. I like
helping you guys out. Unlike my brother, I did shit. I had a job, I was paying
bills, now look at me. I’m fat, I eat everything in sight, I’ve been so damn
horny, I’m tempted to take Jorah by force, and I’m not doing squat to help
anyone around here.”
Sansa shook her head and said “You stop that, you’re gorgeous, you’ll be just
fine.” She patted her leg and said “We’re alright. Just think this will be all
over soon, you’ll be a new mommy, Jorah will be a new daddy, and we’re not
going anywhere.”
Daenerys stared at her for a minute before sighing. “Yeah, you’re right...It’s
funny, I used to think about what would happen if I got pregnant all the time.
When I was a kid, when I met Khal, but now it seems so different. It actually
scares me, sometimes.”
Sansa nodded and said “It’s your first baby, I’m sure anyone would be scared.”
“It’s not that, it’s just...My baby will have to grow up in this. Being taught
how to kill those things. Every day of their lives being a ‘what if?’. ‘What if
mommy and daddy die today?’, ‘what if I die today?’, no one should have to go
through that, no one should have to grow up in this Hell. It’s been to the
point where I’ve thought about having..” when she didn’t finish her sentence,
she looked up at Sansa with tears in her eyes, and she knew then what she was
going to say.
“An abortion?”
Daenerys swallowed and closed her eyes, she nodded and said “I thought about it
a lot during the first couple of months. But I couldn’t do it, Jorah would
never forgive me if I killed his child-“ she cut herself off and her eyes
widened. “I-I mean, Khal’s child..”
“I know, Dany. I’ve known for a long time.”
“Did Sandor tell you?”
Sansa shook her head and said “No. neither did Jorah. I see the way he looks at
you, and how you’ve looked at him. Jorah, bless his heart, is so obvious, he
might as well have it tattooed on his forehead. I’m not here to judge you, I
know you loved Drogo, but whatever happens now is what matters.”
She nodded and said “Thank you.”
Sansa smiled and said “Of course.” She stood up and leaned down to kiss her
forehead. When she pulled back she said “I guess I better go get Sandor for
breakfast, he’s moody when he’s hungry.”
Daenerys laughed and said “I can relate.”
She turned to leave before looking back at her. “And Jorah, he-he really loves
you, you know.”
She smiled and said “I know. He doesn’t know it, but I think I’m starting to
fall for him...And as soon as this baby is out of me, I’m fucking his brains
out. Again.”
They laughed and Sansa said “I’ll be sure to warn him.” Before leaving to go
find Sandor.
**
Daenerys is eight and a half months along, and now she’s been out on bed rest.
One day while she and Jorah were helping with the laundry, she looked around to
see if anyone was listening, before turning to him. “Hey Jorah, can I ask you
something?”
“Of course.”
She blushed and said “N-Nevermind, I should probably ask Daenerys about this.”
Jorah looked up and said “Are you sure?I may be an old man, I don’t scare
easy.”
“It’s personal. Like lady personal.”
Jorah chuckled and said “Sansa, I was married once. I think I can handle a lot
of things that are lady personal.”
She sighed and asked “This is a dumb question, but well, I know Sandor and I
haven’t been together very long, but I just wanted to know. What can you tell
me a-about sex and birth control?”
That definitely caught his attention. He slowly looked back up at her and she
said “I learned some things while I was in school, I got ‘The Talk’ from my
parents, and I’ve never gone that far with anyone before, but I figured I
should learn more about it...From a man’s perspective. And I know I don’t have
to do anything right now, but I want to at some point..If this is too
uncomfortable for you, I’ll just ask Dany-“
“No, no, it’s alright. I’m happy to help any way I can.” He cleared his throat
and asked “Okay, I know this is personal, but what’s the farthest you’ve gone
with either Sandor or anyone else from your past?”
Sansa blushed again and said “First base...A-And a little bit of second, but
all of it has mainly been with Sandor.”
Jorah nodded and asked “Okay, that’s perfectly fine. And I’m assuming you want
to have your first time with him?”
She frowned and asked “Who else would I want to do it with?”
He put his hands up in defense and said “No one, no one, I’m just making sure.
But you want it to be him, right?”
She nodded and said “Yeah. Yeah, I want it to be him.”
He nodded and smiled. He took a deep breath and said “Okay, I can do this..”
**
Later that night when Jorah and Sandor found themselves together on a shift,
they walked around outside of the fence, only having to kill a couple of the
undead so far. They were quiet for most of the shift, but at least made an
effort to make some conversation.
Then Jorah decided it would be best to tell him. Sansa didn’t swear him to
secrecy or anything, so he figured Sandor has a right to know. He didn’t know
how to put it at first, until he just cleared his throat and said “So, Sansa
and I had an interesting conversation earlier today.”
Sandor chuckled and asked “Oh yeah? What about?”
The older man took a deep breath and exhaled. “Okay, well, Sansa told me she
wants to have sex. With you.”
Sandor was speechless. He looked over at the older man, eyebrow raised, and
tried to form a sentence. Eventually he managed to ask “Oh...Really?”
Jorah nodded, looking uncomfortable before saying “Hey, I’m not about to get
into it about your sex life, but she asked me about sex and birth control, and
it’s clear that she wants you to be her first. She says she knows she doesn’t
have to do anything right now, but would like to a some point, and that you’d
the man for the job.”
He was still processing the first bit but he eventually nodded and said “Okay.
Well, thank you for telling me. I’ll talk to her about it.”
The older man nodded and said “Good. Glad we had this talk.”
Sandor chuckled and asked “Oh so you’re okay with talking to a teenage girl
about sex, that’s no problem. But when you talk about it with me, you get all
squeamish, what’s up with that?” 
Jorah frowned and said “Well, even though I’m about to be a father, Sansa is
getting to be like a daughter to me. So in a way, my daughter wants to sleep
with the man I’m looking at right now. I think it would be awkward for anyone.”
The younger man blinked a few times, looking between Jorah and out into the
woods before he nodded. “Good point.”
**
After learning that the Targaryen whore was to spend the remainder of her
pregnancy spent mostly in bed, Cersei thought it would be nice to pay her a
visit. She went down to their cabin and knocked on the door, walking in after
hearing a faint “Come in.” From inside.
She walked in and sure enough, the Targaryen girl was lying in bed. She sat up
a little and asked “Hey. What’s up?”
The older woman smiled and asked “How are you feeling?”
She shrugged and said “Fine. Is everything okay?”
Cersei nodded and said “Oh yes, I just wanted to come by and see how you’re
doing. After that nasty flu incident, I just wanted to make sure all was well.”
The younger woman raised an eyebrow and said “You’re a little late on that, but
okay. Have a seat.”
Cersei sat down on the chair near her cot and sighed. She smiled and asked “Is
this your first?”
Daenerys nodded and said “Yep.” She put a hand on her swollen belly and smiled.
“It’s a girl.”
The older woman smiled and said “Congratulations. I bet she’d be beautiful,
just look at her mother.”
Daenerys smiled and asked “Do you have kids?”
Cersei’s smile wavered and she swallowed. She looked down and nodded. “Yes.”
She looked back up and said “I had three. Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen.
They’re dead.”
The younger woman’s smile dropped and she said “Oh. My God, I’m so sorry-“
Cersei shook her head and said “No, it’s quite alright. I’d rather not discuss
that, if that’s okay.”
Daenerys nodded and said “Of course, you don’t have to tell me anything.”
The older woman nodded and said “My brother’s all I’ve got left. Him and this
camp. To me, there is nothing in this wretched world more powerful and
terrifying than a mother's love. I would’ve done anything for them. I would
have burned everything in life to ashes for them. I’m sure you’d do the same.”
Daenerys nodded and smiled “I think I would. I’m very protective of the people
I love, so it would be the very same for my baby.”
Cersei smiled and said “Good. It’s tragic though, raising a baby in a Hell like
this. If I were you, part of me would want to spare my baby and kill it at
birth, but God, I know wouldn’t have the heart to do it..” voice cracking. She
sighed and said “I hope you never have to face that choice. But if that day
comes and you weigh your options...As horrid as the idea of putting your child
out of their misery sounds, it would be better than watching them get
slaughtered or have them turn into one of those things.”
Daenerys was speechless. She thought this was going to be a nice visit, but
it’s certainly turned dark real quick. But she simply nodded and smiled at the
older woman. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Cersei smiled and asked “So is Jorah your husband?”
The younger woman shook her head and said “No, I was married before, but my
husband died. But Jorah is going to be the father.”
The older woman smiled and said “That’s good, very good. He seems like a good
man.”
“He is, he really is.”
“And what about Sansa and Mister Clegane? Are they expecting?”
Daenerys shook her head and said “Oh no, they haven’t been together long. I
don’t think Sansa has ever had sex.”
Cersei nodded and said “She’s certainly a pretty thing. I remember I had a lot
of boys flocking to me at her age, I remember doing a lot of things my parents
would have hated. I would’ve imagined her with someone more her age and
well...More appealing. But hey, who am I to judge? They seem happy together.”
The younger woman nodded and said “Well they’re happy, we’re all happy, and
that’s all that matters.”
“Of course, of course, forgive me if I’ve offended you. I better go, I’m glad I
came down here. If you need anything, anything at all, just come find me,
okay?”
Daenerys nodded and smiled “Of course. Thank you for keeping me company.”
Cersei got up and headed to the door and stopped. She looked back and smiled.
“I’ll pray every night for your child’s safe entry into this world. Have a good
day, Miss Targaryen.”
“You too, Miss Lannister.”
Cersei walked out and when she was far enough away from the cabin, she let her
smile drop and she shook her head. She muttered “Whores.” Before walking all
the way back to her cabin in silence.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Notes
     I don’t own any of the rights to Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe.
A week after Jorah told him about his chat with Sansa, Sandor just got back to
the cabin after finishing up on his chores and decided he needed a nap.
Thankfully, he won’t be on watch tonight. Just as he got back, Jorah was
opening the door while his other arm was wrapped around Daenerys’ shoulder.
Sandor quickly opened the door for him and the blond thanked him and he said
“Don’t mention it. Doctor’s appointment again, why can’t he come over here?”
Keeping her stable while Jorah grabs the wheelchair.
The blond said “It’s not so bad. I won’t have to walk too far, the breeze feels
good, and I could use the sunlight.” Once they carefully got her in the chair,
she sighed and said “Maybe after the appointment, I’ll have this one take me
down to the lake, put me under a shady tree.”
Both men smiled and Sandor nodded. “Sounds peaceful. Just be careful with which
routes you take to get there, it could be a bumpy ride.”
Jorah nodded and the younger man asked “Hey, where’s Sansa?”
Dany said “I think she went to take a shower. Well we better get going, we’ll
see you in a little bit. Be good.”
Sandor smirked and asked “Aren’t I always?”
The blond said “Well, you have your moments. Alright bye.”
When they left he walked in and sighed when he dropped down onto his cot and
started pulling off his boots. As soon as he got the other one off, the door
opened.
Sansa walked in, freshly showered, rubbing her wet hair with a towel. She
looked up at him and smiled. “Hey, what are you doing here?”
“Finished up early, I’m free tonight, figured I could use a nap. You?”
“Thought I’d hang out here, maybe read a book or something.”
He nodded and asked “Wait, you have books?”
She dropped her towel on top of one of her bags and said “Yeah, I’ve got a
couple. Jorah has some too, why?”
He shrugged and said “Just wondering. The last book I read was a copy of Cat In
The Hat I found the other day. A riveting tale, in my opinion. Kept me on edge
the whole time.”
The two laughed and Sansa said “I bet. I had a lot of books back home, but
sadly, I couldn’t take all of them. I had a book that had all of Edgar Allan
Poe’s tales and poems. It was one of my favorites, but my favorite poem was
Annabel Lee.”
Sandor nodded and said “Hmm. I can’t remember if I know that one.”
Sansa smiled and asked “Would you like me to try and jog your memory? I
remember it word by word, you couldn’t beat it out of my head.”
He smiled and said “Brightening up my day with poetry, I’d love that. Come
here, Little Bird.”
She came over to him and he scooted back some on the bed before she straddled
his lap. While his hand went down to her hips, her arms wrapped around his
neck. She said “It’s actually a rather sad poem.”
“Oh yeah?”
She nodded and said “Mhm. The speaker of the poem is remembering his long-lost
love. She had died and everything reminded him of her, he sees her everywhere.
In his dreams, in the stars. Even after she died, he never stopped loving her.
He even went as far as to lie down with her in her tomb every night, after her
family shut her up in there.”
He chuckled and said “Yeah, that’s not creepy.”
She gave him a look and said “Well, it’s Edgar Allan Poe, what do you expect?”
He nodded and said “Okay, Well then, let’s hear this tragic and slightly creepy
poem about lost love.”
He sat there and never took his eyes off of her face while he listened to her.
Her voice always managed to soothe him, even while reciting a sad and slightly
creepy poem. He noticed her tone grew softer when she got to the end.
“For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
   In her sepulchre there by the sea—
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.”
He sighed and said “Beautiful...Well you were right, that’s quite a sad tale.”
She nodded and said “I know. I should’ve brought that book with me, you
could’ve had Edgar Allan Poe bedtime stories.”
“Sounds promising. Should raid a library or something one day and look for it.”
She smiled and said “We should.” Before she kissed him.
He kissed back and asked “Hey Sansa?”
“Hmm?”
He pulled back and locked his eyes onto hers. “Just...Don’t ever leave, okay?
Just don’t.”
She looked at him confused but nodded and said “You know I’m not going
anywhere.”
He nodded and said “Good.” Before pulling her into a hug. She was surprised by
it, but she just hugged him back and sighed.
When they broke the hug, Sandor said “Oh, Jorah told me about your little chat
with him.”
Sansa blushed and asked “Yeah, what about it?”
“What about it? You ask Jorah about sex and birth control, what do you mean
‘what about it?’ Why didn’t you go to Daenerys or me?”
She shrugged and said “I don’t know. I wanted to come to you Dany about it, but
if anyone ever even mentions sex around her right now, she’d want to rip their
heads off. And coming to you asking about sex when you’re the only person I’d
want to have sex with right now, I’d be so embarrassed, I’d want to crawl into
a hole and die.”
Sandor laughed and said “Well it sure made Jorah uncomfortable when we talked
about it later that night.”
She sighed and said “Great, I should’ve just kept my big mouth shut.”
He shook his head and said “Hey now, don’t be like that. He said he didn’t
mind, says you’re like a daughter to him.”
She smiled and asked “Really?”
“Yep. And he said you made it very clear that you wanted me to, well...You
know.”
She frowned and said “I told you I already wanted it to be you, remember?”
He nodded and said “I know, but he said that you made it very clear.”
She chuckled and asked “What, did you think I was joking?”
He looked down and said “Well..”
She shook her head and said “I can’t believe this.” Before getting off of his
lap.
He sighed and said “Sansa, come on now, wait.” She stopped and crossed her arms
over her chest. Sandor scooted back up to the edge of the bed and leaned on his
elbows. He looked up at her and said “Look at me. Really look at me. What do
you see, Little Bird? Do you see a man that had a line of girls that went on
for miles? A man that had girls killing each other to get me? Girls didn’t run
to me Sansa, they ran away screaming. I never had a honest to God relationship,
I never had dates, almost all the times I’ve fucked, I’ve had to pay for it.
What woman could love this face, Little Bird?
You wanna know how I got these? I had an older brother, Gregor. Gregor was a
big ass, walking heap of shit. One night when I was six, he caught me playing
with one of his old toys. He stopped playing with it years ago, said I stole
it, but I was just playing with the damn thing. He grabbed me and dragged me
over to the fireplace. A fire had recently died, but the coals were still hot.
He pressed my face into the coals and held me there until my dad came in,
screaming about us being too loud and he got Gregor off of me..”
Sansa’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. How could someone do that, to their
little brother all over a stupid toy? “But it was too late. He permanently
fucked up my face over a Goddamn toy. The pain was bad. Smell was worse.
Thought my dad was gonna beat the hell out of him, I thought he would protect
me, but no. Dad was always shit. He always loved Gregor, they hated me. Blamed
me for killing my mom, since of course an innocent newborn baby obviously
plotted to kill his mother after she pushes him out.
I begged my dad to have me homeschooled, I couldn’t face going to school after
that. Dad just told me to stop being a pussy or he’d do worse than Gregor.
Every time teachers asked me or asked my dad about what happen, he just said I
ended up lighting my bed on fire and burned my face that way. Everywhere I
went, I was living in Hell. When I was in high school, I always had girls come
up to “talk to me” or “ask me out” and it would all be one big joke and
everyone would get a big laugh out of it. Let’s all laugh at the fucking
monster.
Then came Ros. She was the most beautiful girl at school. She came up to me one
day and started talking to me. I figured it was a joke and told her to fuck
off, but she was really nice to me. A few days later, she invited me over to
her place to hang out. One minute we were talking in her living room, then the
next minute she was riding me in her room.
It was my first time, she said “just relax, let me do the work.” It was a lot
for me to take in and I thought maybe she could be my girlfriend or something
after. But right before I finished, some of the guys from the football team
popped out from her closet and from her bathroom, laughing their asses off,
they filmed the whole thing and sent it to everyone. Gregor told me to stop
being a little bitch about it, said at least I got laid..”
He stopped when he felt tears in his eyes and looked down. He rubbed his face
with his hand. He said “Nobody wants a man like me, Little Bird. No one saw me.
I had some times where I got turned down by whores. Well I was probably being
an ass. But whores don’t give a fuck what a guy looks like. I’m thirty-five
Sansa, my first relationship is you. I’m not fucking kidding, my first
relationship is with a seventeen year old girl whose so fucking beautiful, and
kind, and I don’t deserve her.
And when you tell me things...Like when you say I’m beautiful, or you want me
to be your first, I don’t believe you. I can’t help it, I’ve had this shit
happen for years. I can’t tell when someone is kidding when they say something
nice, I can’t help it Little Bird. I’ve been condition to think that way for
years, if I could switch it off just like that, you know I would-“
Sansa shook her head and said “Stop. Stop, just stop.” Before getting on the
bed behind him, wrapping her arms around him. She said “I mean every single
thing I tell you. I’d never lie to you, and I hope one day you’ll believe
that.” She kissed his cheek and down his jaw and said “You’re wrong you know.”
“About what?”
“When you asked what woman could love your face.” She smiled and asked “I’m
here, aren’t I?”
He smiled and said “Yes you are, Little Bird.” He turned his head and she
kissed him.
When Sansa pulled away she smiled and asked “Are Jorah and Daenerys gonna be
their usual time with the doctor?”
Sandor shook his head and said “No, Dany said after they’re done, they might
head down to the lake. Why?”
She said “I want to do it.”
He was surprised to hear that, and he raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
She nodded and said “Yeah. I originally wanted to wait until after Dany had the
baby but...I don’t know.”
He asked “You sure? We can wait, I’m in no hurry.”
She smiled and said “I’m sure.”
He nodded and said “Okay...Do you want to use anything? I don’t know if we’ve
got anything here. I know I’m clean, I got a check up a couple years ago, you
got nothing to worry about.”
She nodded and said “Either way is fine for me.”
He nodded and said “Okay. I’ll be careful, just tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“I will, I promise.”
**
Afterwards they lie cuddled up together under their sheets. Sandor ran his hand
up and down her naked back, staring ahead at the wall while Sansa recited the
poem again for him after he asked.
“For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
   In her sepulchre there by the sea—
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.”
She smiled and kissed kissed his collarbone before asking “Are you okay?”
He looked down at her and smiled. “Yeah Little Bird, I’m great.” He leaned down
and kissed her forehead before saying “But should be the one asking you that,
are you alright?”
She nodded and said “I’m fine. A little sore, but I knew that would happen. But
I’m alright.”
He nodded and then Sansa asked “Why did you want me to recite Annabel Lee
again?”
He shrugged and said “I don’t know. I just like hearing it from you. Even if
it’s a sad story, it’s beautiful when it’s coming from you.”
She smiled and asked “What, would you like me to recite it every time we do
this, or when we go to sleep at night?”
He chuckled and said “Maybe. I could definitely fall asleep to it.”
**
Days later, Sansa couldn’t stop thinking about it. Sandor naked didn’t really
come as a surprise to her. He’s a big man, his body is strong. She liked it
when his big body caged her in. He kept his promise and did his best to be
gentle with her. She thought her whole body had blushed when he first drank in
her naked form, looking at her like she was the one beautiful thing in an
otherwise ugly world. A Queen that deserved to be put on a throne for all the
world to worship.
He took his time to kiss her places other than her mouth, the best being when
his head was buried between her thighs. She wished he could have stayed there
forever, but she wanted all of him, so that’s what she got.
His eyes still haunted her. He looked at her the same way he did once all of
her clothes were off, but it also felt different. She’s never had anyone look
at her the way Sandor does, and she hopes he sees the same when she looks at
him. Sansa believes she may be falling for him after all.
**
One day Sansa was hanging their laundry to dry while Daenerys was sitting in
the shade, keeping her company. The blond noticed that Sansa had been in a good
more for the last few days, and her curiosity was eating at her. She smiled and
asked “Okay, what’s up with you?”
The younger woman didn’t look at her, only pinned another shirt to the clothes
line before asking “What do you mean?”
“Oh come on Sansa, you’ve done nothing but smile those whole week! I’d be
careful if I were you, your face could freeze that way.”
Sansa smiled, bending to grab a pair of her pants when Dany gasped. Sansa then
heard water running and when she looked back at the blond, she almost dropped
the pants. Water was leaking from her, her skirt soaked, a puddle forming in
the dirt. Daenerys looked up at her with wide eyes and said “My water just
broke!”
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
     I’m wondering if I should get drunk tonight or tomorrow...I know it’s
     too early in the week, but I’m stressed out, I don’t work tomorrow,
     and I really don’t care lol.
Sansa’s never ran so fast in her life. Jorah was chopping wood with Sandor and
Sansa didn’t want to leave Dany alone. But she grabbed her arm and said “If you
don’t get them right now, I’ll strangle you in your sleep.” So she ran off to
find them.
When she reached them, she panted and grabbed Jorah’s arm. “Jorah, it’s
Daenerys. Her water just broke.”
The two men looked at each other before Sandor looked over his shoulder and
said “You fuckers are on your own!” Before they took off.
When they got back to the cabin, Daenerys was squirming in her seat, staying
where Sansa had left her and Sandor said “We need to get her in the cabin, the
docs gonna have to get his ass down here.” As they helped her up.
Dany shook her head and said “No, no, we need to get to his cabin. He’s got
things there that we don’t.”
Jorah said “Khaleesi-“
“Jorah I don’t care, just get me to his fucking cabin!”
**
After bringing her to the doctor’s cabin, Daenerys was put on a cot, and now
they waited. No one in the room besides the doctor, has ever witnessed a woman
giving birth. Sandor figures how people react in the movies is just shit, so
it’s probably not a big deal.
Six hours had passed and Dany was still having contractions. The doctor said
all bodies are different, so it’s up to her body to decide if the baby is
coming today or within the next few days.
Jorah was trying to comfort her, distract her from the pain, but she wasn’t
having it. She glared at him and said “If I live through this, I’m gonna
fucking kill you. You did this to me.”
Jorah nodded and said “I know.”
Dany looked at Sansa and said “Don’t you ever have kids. Sandor if you knock
that girl up, you better pray I’m dead or so help me, God..”
The doctor said “That’s just the pain talking, she’ll be much happier once the
baby is out.”
**
Two more hours had passed before it was time to start pushing. Daenerys was
screaming at the top of her lungs, crushing Jorah’s hand, and some people in
the camp had stopped what they were doing and was gathering around the cabin.
Sandor wanted to tell them to fuck off and mind their own business, but Dany
said it was alright. The doctor, who stayed seated right between her legs and
said “I see a head. One more should do it, give me one more big push.”
Daenerys sobbed and took a deep breath before sitting back up, pushing as hard
as she could while screaming and then smaller wails could be heard. The doctor
smiled, a baby now in his arms and Sandor thought for a minute that he was
going to faint.
After cutting the cord, he looked down at the wailing baby and said “Yep. It’s
a girl!”
Jorah and Daenerys smiled, relieved before the baby was wrapped up. Dany held
her arms out as the baby was handed over to Jorah. He grinned down at the
squirming flesh in his arms and looked at her. Her skin was pale like her
mother’s, and so was her hair. When she opened her eyes, he could see his own
looking back. She was his, he knew it.
He grinned and said “Hi. Hello, my love. We’ve waited so long for you..” tears
almost blinding him. He swallowed and asked “Would you like to meet your mommy?
She’s just as beautiful as you.” He kissed the top of her head before carefully
handing her over to Daenerys.
They gathered around the bed while Dany held her in her arms and Sansa said
“Oh, she’s gorgeous! What are you guys naming her?”
Daenerys and Jorah looked at each other before looking at Sansa. Dany said
“Well...I was thinking of either naming her Sansa, after her Godmother. Or
Rhaella, after my mother...Or maybe Arya, after your sister.”
Sandor looked over at Sansa, and she was speechless. She smiled and said “Any
of those would be beautiful.”
**
After Daenerys and Jorah bickered about it for an hour, they finally decided to
name her Rhaella Mormont-Targaryen. Daenerys said no one had middle names in
her family, and Jorah was fine with it.
Daenerys asked “Are you sure it sounds alright? It sounds like a mouthful.”
Everyone in the room nodded and Sandor smiled. “It’s great.” Before turning to
the doctor. “Will she have to spend the night here?”
He nodded and said “It would be best, she needs to rest for a few days to make
sure there’s no complications with her or the baby. You may come visit whenever
you’d like.”
They nodded and Sansa said “We should give you guys some time alone. We’ll be
back later to check up on you guys. Congratulations!” She hugged Jorah and
Daenerys before kissing baby Rhaella.
Sandor shook Jorah’s hand and patted him on the back. “Congrats, old man.” And
he thanked the younger man before they left.
**
When they got back to the cabin, Sandor sighed and said “Well I’ll never be
able to get the sound of that baby coming out, out of my head.”
Sansa laughed and said “Oh it’s not so bad, Sandor. It’s a natural, beautiful
thing.”
Sandor said “Well the last of it didn’t fucking sound beautiful.” Before
shivering. “Thought I was either gonna throw up, pass out, or both. And you
don’t fucking tell anyone I said that, either.”
Sansa shook her head and said “Oh don’t worry, I’ll take it to the grave.” She
stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck while his hands found
her waist. She smiled and said “I know the mighty Sandor Clegane has a
reputation to uphold.” Before stretching up to kiss him on the lips.
Sandor smiled and kissed her back and that’s when she whispered “We’ve got the
cabin to ourselves tonight. And possibly for the next few days.”
He pulled back and looked at her before smiling. He nodded and said “I see
that, Little Bird. You sure you want to tonight, are you tired?”
She shook her head and said “God no. If anyone should be tired, it’s Daenerys.
Me on the other hand, I’m wide awake.” Bringing her lips back to his. “Why, are
you tired?”
He smiled and shook his head. “No Little Bird, I’m far from it. And you know
what the best part is?”
“What’s that?”
He let his hands move down from her waist, down her ass before stopping at the
back of her thighs. She squealed when he lifted her up and wrapped her legs
around him. He smirked and said “Now, there’s no rushing.” Before carrying her
to the bed.
**
Sandor was just about finished with the present he was making for Jorah and
Daenerys. The other guys gave him shit about it, but he could care less, it was
a gift for his friends. It’s a good thing Sandor was a carpenter back when the
world was normal, otherwise the crib he’s making would look like shit.
He just needed to put some wood finish on it, and it’ll be great. He looked up
and groaned and when he saw Mero coming his way. Mero is new to the camp and so
far, a lot of people wish he would go somewhere else. He’s annoying, and he’s a
total creep. He doesn’t like the way he treats the girls, and Sandor wants to
cave the guy’s head in every time he’s around. And if he so much as catches
Mero looking at Sansa, he’d do just that.
Mero smiled at him and said “Afternoon, Clegane. Still working on that crib?”
Sandor nodded and said “Yeah.”
Mero nodded and “Whose it for again?”
He finally found a can of finish and opened it up. “A friend. She just had a
baby, she’s resting up.”
“Oh, congratulations! Is it that girl with the white hair? She’s certainly a
pretty one.”
Sandor glared up at him through his lashes before nodding. “Yep.” He grabbed
his brush and started applying. When Mero offered to help, Sandor said “Touch
this crib and I’ll break your hand. I don’t need your help.”
Mero laughed and put his hands up in defense. He stepped back and said “I was
just offering. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
They stared at each other for a minute before Sandor went back to work. “Hey,
is it true you’re fucking that pretty redhead?” Sandor stopped, but didn’t look
at him. If he looked at him right this second, there’s no telling what he would
do.
“Ah, I knew it. Meryn Trant told me that she’s off limits, according to you. A
shame really, I think she could do better. How does a piece of ass like her end
up with a beast like you, Clegane? Unless you got a monster cock, you don’t
have shit going for you. Redheads aren’t really my type, but-“
Sandor was seeing in red, and one minute he was getting up, the next he was
throwing Mero up against the wall, a hand around his throat. He squeezed and
the creep struggled, but it only made Sandor smile. He leaned in close and said
“You listen to me, boy. You come within a hundred feet of her, and I’ll string
you up with your own guts. Same goes with the other one. Am I clear?”
Mero nodded and Sandor let go. The creep gasped and coughed, and Sandor just
stared at him. “Get the fuck out of my sight.” And went back to work on the
crib.
**
Daenerys loved the crib once Sandor showed her, and it made him happy. The
first time they met, Daenerys breaks his nose, but now she’s like a little
sister to him, it’s strange.
Sandor couldn’t stop thinking about what Mero said. The guy has rapist written
all over him, how is he in this camp? Sadly he’s not with Sansa all hours of
the day, but he wishes he was so he could keep her safe from that creep. He
should’ve broke his hand, that would’ve put more fear in than just words. He’ll
remember that for next time.
When they were getting ready for bed, Sansa could tell there was something
wrong. When she crawled in next to him, she sighed and asked “Okay, what’s
wrong?”
He looked over at her and shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong, Little Bird. Just
thinking.”
She nodded and asked “About what?”
“Nothing.”
Sansa frowned and said “Come on Sandor, What is it? You don’t have to hide
anything from me, I’m a big girl.”
He frowned and she mimicked him. He sighed and said “You’re right, you deserve
to know. It’s about Mero.”
Sansa cringed and asked “The creepy new guy? What about him, did he do
something?”
Sandor nodded and said “He came by while I was finishing up on the crib and
started talking about you.” He smiled and said “Before he could get any
further, I threw him up against the wall and threatened to string him up by his
own guts if he came within a hundred feet of you.”
She smiled and said “Good, that guy gives me the creeps.”
He nodded and said “Hopefully I won’t have to tell him again. Next time I just
might. Come here.” She came close enough to where he could wrap his arm around
her. He pulled her against him and kissed her temple. “If he gives you any
trouble, tell me, okay? I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt..”
She smiled and said “You know I’d tell you. And I won’t get hurt.”
He chuckled and said “Anything can happen, Little Bird. The world is a game of
chance, has been since the very beginning. Can’t say you won’t get hurt or
you’ll never die, cause one day, you will..” he swallowed hard and said “And I
won’t know what to do when that day comes, and I pray it won’t happen for a
long time.”
He looked down and saw she was looking up at him and he smiled. “You’re the
sweetest part of me, Little Bird. Only sweet spot I’ll ever have. You’ve ruined
me, Sansa Stark, and I’m glad you have.”
She smiled and said “And you’ve ruined me, Sandor Clegane.” Before leaning up
to kiss him.
When she pulled back, he smiled and asked “Tell it again?” She was confused for
a minute before he said “Annabel Lee.” And she smiled. She kissed him again
before gently pushing him down on his back and got on top of him. She rubbed
her hands from his neck to his shoulder, before moving them down to his chest.
“It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
   By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
   Than to love and be loved by me..”
She leaned down until her nose brushed his and every time he leaned up to kiss
her, she’d tease him and pull back before he could. She giggled until he
finally closed the space between them, kissing her hard before his hands found
her hips. She pulled away and let him kiss down her neck and sighed, eyes
closing.
“Iwas a child and she was a child,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
   I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
   Coveted her and me-“
She gasped and held on when he flipped them, putting her on her back before his
lips found hers again. He put his body in between her long legs and wrapped
them around his hips. She moaned when he slowly started to rock against her and
that’s when she remembered the poem.
“A-And this was the reason that, long ag-oh!
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, ch-chilling
   My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen c-came
   And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
   In this kingdom by the sea..”
She grabbed at his shirt until he laughed and pulled it off, Sansa biting her
lip while she watched. She was glad to help him while he pulled her shorts and
underwear off, and gasped when he dove right down between her thighs and she
knew she wouldn’t be able to finish. She just moaned and let her head fall back
onto their pillows, before closing her eyes.
One day, Sandor is going to memorize that poem and surprise her by reciting it
for her. How hard could it be to memorize it? But until then, he’ll just let
his tongue do the poetry for him.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sadly this will be the only chapter I post today, cause I’m gonna get
     drunk. And if I try to get a new chapter done while drunk, you guys
     might be very confused lol. Enjoy!
Cersei was nice enough to have a little celebration for the birth of Rhaella,
so Sansa was helping out with the food. When her friend Margaery asked if she
could go in the pantry and look for a certain item, she was glad to.
As she walked past an open doorway, she was grabbed and pulled in, a hand
clamped over her mouth. At first she thought it was Sandor, and was ready to
smack him for scaring her, until she came face to face with Mero.
His eyes were dark, his grin was wicked, and she knew she had to get out of the
right now. The second she moved, he grabbed her and asked “Where do you think
you’re going, pretty girl?” Before dragging her back. She only managed to get
half of a scream out, when he punched her, her cheek now on fire. He clamped
his hand over her mouth again and used his free one to choke her.
She tried to grab his wrist, take the pressure off somehow, but he wouldn’t
budge. She squirmed and fought to breathe through he nose, but it only made his
evil smile grow. He leaned in close and sniffed at her. “Mmm. You even smell
pretty. Your boyfriend tried to scare me the other day. But unlike most of the
pussies here, he doesn’t scare me. I just made him think he did. Now we’re
alone, and I’m gonna having you coming all over my cock, pretty girl.”
She brought her knee up and got him in the groin, catching him off guard. He
growled and punched her in her stomach before yanking her away from the wall.
He shoved her and her back hit a shelf causing some pots and other things to
fall. She caught herself and when he was close enough, she threw a punch. She
got him right in the cheek and dodged a hit from him, moving away from the
shelf.
He sighed and said ““I don’t want to hurt your pretty face, but you’re making
it real hard on yourself.”
She grabbed a small skillet and swung at him, but she missed and missed the
next couple of swings before he managed to knock it out of her hand. He charged
her and she moved out of the way in time before he hit against the wall,
shattering a mirror. He turned and came towards her, but she kicked him back a
few feet before someone asked “What the hell is going on in here?!”
They both looked over and saw Jaime Lannister standing there. Sansa back up
until she hit a small table and when she looked down, she saw a knife. Without
a second thought she grabbed it by the blade and threw it. To her and everyone
else’s amazement, it got Mero right in the shoulder, even though she wanted it
to get him elsewhere. He cried out and looked at Sansa before looking at the
knife.
She marched over to him and before Jaime could stop her, she shoved her
attacker against the wall, grabbed the handle of the blade and pulled it out
before stabbing again in a different spot. Then she twisted it in the wound so
it won’t heal. She forced him to look at her and she looked him dead in the eye
before saying “I should kill you, but I won’t. But you’re going to wish I had.”
Before stepping back and walked out, pushing past Jaime.
When she walked out of that room and back to the kitchen, everyone turned and
looked at her. She looked over at Margery and said “Sorry, I couldn’t find it.”
Before walking out to find Sandor.
**
When Sandor heard about Sansa’s attack, he was livid. He was so beyond pissed,
his hand shook while he was wielding his axe. Everyone that saw him got out of
his way and when he saw Sansa walk out of the mess hall, he felt some relief.
Her cheek was swelling, the front of her neck was red, her lip was busted.
When she saw him, she stopped, but he didn’t. She quickened her pace and when
he was close enough, she threw her arms around him, and he dropped his axe so
he could do the same.
He petted her hair and kissed the top of her head while she sobbed into his
chest. He broke the hug so he could look at her and asked “Are you okay?? Did
he do anything else, did he-Fuck! I should’ve killed him when I had the fucking
chance. This is my fault Little Bird, I’m so sorry.” He pulled her back into
his arms and when he looked up, he saw Mero being escorted out by Jaime
Lannister. As soon as that creep saw him, Sandor was out for blood.
He growled and Sansa pulled away and followed his gaze. He put his arm out in
front of Sansa, gently moving her out of the way before picking up his axe
again. Should he throw it at him and hope it hits only him, or march over there
and butcher him? Butcher sounds like the best way to do it.
He marched over and watched as the Lannister stepped out in front of Mero, like
it would stop him. Sandor said “No need to protect him Lannister, I’ll see to
it that he gets the punishment he deserves.”
Jaime shook his head and said “I can’t do that, Clegane. Cersei will decide
that-“
“I don’t give a damn what your sister thinks! Now move, or I’ll cut you both
down!”
“No!”
“Enough!” They stopped and everyone looked to see Cersei standing there, hands
behind her back. She stepped forward and asked “Would anyone like to tell me
what is going on here?”
Sandor pointed his axe at Mero’s head and said “This piece of shit hurt Sansa,
and I’m here to kill him, but your brother won’t get out of my way.”
She looked over at Sansa and her eyes scanned over the damage visible on
Sansa’s face. She asked “Is this true, Little Dove? Mero was the one to attack
you?”
Sandor gaped at her in shock before asking “Are you fucking blind? Of course
it’s true, look at her!”
Cersei said “Mister Clegane, If an incident happens in my camp, I need to be
sure we get our facts straight. For all we know, you could have been the one
that did that to her.”
He tightened his grip on the axe and asked “You think I’d do that to her? Just
who the fuck do you think you are, lady?”
Cersei stepped forward, demeanor calm, and said “I am the one who took you in,
put food in your bellies and put a roof over your heads. So I think you need to
show me some respect.”
Jaime said “It’s true Cersei, I walked in on her and Mero fighting. Besides,
I’ve seen how they are together, Clegane wouldn’t hurt the girl.”
Cersei and Sandor stared each other down before she looked over at her brother.
“Detain him, see to it that’s he’s watched all hours of the day, and he’ll
stand trial before the Small Counsil.” Then she looked over at Sandor and said
“And keep Mister Clegane and Miss Stark away from him, we will be the ones who
decides his punishment.”
**
After they were dismissed, Sandor and Sansa walked in silence to the doctor’s
cabin. He took a look at her busted lip, gave her ice for her bruised cheek and
lifted her shirt to see her stomach and back bruised. He told her to take it
easy for now and gave her medicine for the pain.
They didn’t talk the rest of the night, and Sandor couldn’t sleep. He wasn’t
angry at Sansa, he has no reason to be. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t speak to
her or even look at her, because he was too busy blaming himself. He wasn’t
there to protect her and she could have been raped and killed because of it,
and he wouldn’t have known until it was too late.
He was proud that she defended herself and that she stabbed the bastard, but he
thought about what could have happened if Jaime never walked in on them. If
Mero had managed to get the upper hand and keep it, Sansa would be dead.
Thinking about it made tears roll down his cheeks, and he quickly wiped them
away. He hasn’t cried in a long time, but thinking of Sansa dead scared the
hell out of him. The only other thing in this world that could scare him that
bad, is fire. But even then he’d rather be burned alive than lose her.
**
The next morning she lie in bed and watched as Sandor pulled his boots on,
ready to go out. Despite the tension between them yesterday, Cersei allowed him
to have a few days off so he could be with Sansa until she gets better.
When Sansa had had enough of the silence, she took a deep breath and asked “Are
you mad at me?”
He stopped in the middle of tying his shoelaces before looking back at her.
“Why the fuck would I be mad at you, Little Bird?”
She shrugged and said “After what happened, we didn’t talk at all the rest of
the night. I was thinking you’d be mad at me-“
“For what, defending yourself? Defending yourself against a cunt like Mero who
I should’ve ripped apart when I had the chance? No Little Bird, I’m not mad at
you. I’m not mad at you, I don’t hate you, I hate myself.”
Confused she carefully scooted over to him and asked “Why?”
He scoffed and asked “Why? You got hurt and I wasn’t there for you, Little
Bird. He could’ve killed you-“
“But he didn’t.”
“But he could’ve. I’m not saying you’re weak, you’re far from it. But anything
could have happened in there and if you were..” he cut himself off, tearing up
again. He swallowed and said “Then I would have to live with the fact that I
could’ve been there for you but wasn’t.”
She came up behind him and rubbed his back before hugging him. She rested her
chin against his shoulder and he leaned back into her. He looked down at his
hands and said “I can’t lose you, Sansa. Sadly I could live without Jorah,
Dany, and baby Rhaella...But if you’re gone, I’m done.”
He reached up and took her hand in his and squeezed. He said “You mean the
world to me, Little Bird. You know that?”
He kissed her hand and she smiled and said “I know.” She leaned in and kissed
him on the cheek before asking “Where are you going?”
He sighed and said “I’m gonna go get food and bring it back here, you want
anything?”
**
When Sandor and Jorah walked out of the mess hall with some breakfast for them
and the girls, they he heard Sandor’s name get called. They looked over and
Sandor frowned when he saw Cersei and Jaime coming up to him.
He said “Not in the mood for a chat, but thanks.” and turned to walk away, but
stopped when a hand was on his shoulder.
He looked down at it and said “Boy If you like that hand, you’ll take it off me
right now.”
Jaime took his hand off and said “We’re just here to talk Clegane, that’s all.”
He sighed and turned to Jorah saying “Go ahead, this won’t be long.“ the older
man nodded and looked at the others before heading off. He turned to face them
and said “Alright, hurry the fuck up, Sansa’s waiting for me.”
Cersei stepped forward and said “I wanted to apologize about what I said
yesterday.”
“And what was that again? Oh right, you accused me of beating up on Sansa when
you know I’d never do that to her. How dare you fucking accuse me of hurting
her? That girl means everything to me, I love her.”
His confession surprised him, but he made no attempts to take it back, because
he wouldn’t. He stepped closer to Cersei and said “So if you’re here to arrest
me to, fine, just be sure to lock me up with Mero so I can strangle the cunt.”
Cersei smiled and said “I’m not here to arrest you, I came to apologize and to
tell you that I would like you and your friends to join us during the trial.
It’ll be before the entire camp, save for the smaller kids. If he’s found
guilty and depending on the punishment, well...Perhaps you’d like to be the one
to carry it out.”
He raised an eyebrow and asked “What?”
Jaime said “We know you care for Sansa, and we believe you when you say you’d
never hurt her. So depending on what punishment Cersei decides, you can be the
one to punish him. Think of it as a gift from us. What do you say?”
He thought about it for a minute, picturing all the different ways he’d like to
torture him, whether or not Sansa watches. He then nodded and said “Alright.
When will the trial be?”
Cersei said “In a few days. Hopefully Sansa will be feeling better until then.”
“Okay. I’ll let her know.” He turned to walk away before stopping. “Hey.”
Cersei and Jaime turned back around to look at him while he looked over his
shoulder. He wanted to tell them if they ever accused him of hurting Sansa
again he’d skin them both alive, but he simply nodded and said “Thanks.” Before
heading back to the cabin.
**
When he got back to the cabin, Sansa was playing with the baby. She held her up
in the air, cooing at her with a big smile on her face.
Sansa said “Oh look baby, it’s your Uncle Sandy! Let’s go say hi!”
Sandor raised an eyebrow and asked “Uncle Sandy? Really?”
Jorah gave him a sympathetic look and said “You’ll make it easier on yourself
if you just go with it.”
The younger man rolled his eyes and mumbled “Now my name is Sandy, great.”
Before sighing and putting down the stuff. He smiled and said “Alright, Hey
there little one. Auntie Sansie got her turn, now it’s mine.”
Sansa carefully handed Rhaella over and asked “Auntie Sansie?”
He smiled and said “You’ll make it easier on yourself if you just go with it,
Little Bird.” And laughed when she stuck her tongue out at him.
They all circled around him and stared down at Rhaella in his arms and Daenerys
said “Be careful, you’re smothering her.”
Rhaella looked between all of them and grinned, showing nothing but gums and
Sandor said “Oh I am not, look at her, she’s smiling. Right Rhae? You’re
smiling at your Uncle Sandy.”
Sansa shook her head and said “Don’t try to argue with her Sandor.”
Jorah nodded and said “You’ll lose.”
Sandor then lifted her up the same way Sansa did and grinned up at her. “Oh,
Mommy’s just being protective, that’s a good thing. She knows I won’t hurt the
little Princess of King’s Landing. But anyone who does, I’ll strangle them with
their own guts, yes I will.”
**
Sandor had told them about the trial and later that night, Sansa and Sandor
were discussing it in bed. He rubbed up and down her arm while she was curled
against him and asked “You sure you wanna be there? You don’t have to go if you
don’t want to.”
She shook her head and said “I’m sure. I want to be there, especially if he
dies...Oh God, I just scared myself.”
Sandor giggled, trying to keep quiet so he doesn’t wake up the others and said
“The guy attacked you, Little Bird. It’s not bad to want that, I sure as hell
want it too.”
She looked up at him and smiled. She said “I promise, I’ll be alright. The guys
a pervert, God knows who else he’s tried to victimize...Or how many times he’s
succeeded.”
Sandor nodded and said “Yeah. I should’ve strung him up with his guts when I
had the chance, then my Little Bird wouldn’t be all bruised up.”
Sansa sighed and said “Sandor, don’t start. I’m fine, I got him good,
remember?”
He smiled and said “I know. My badass Little Bird.” Before leaning down.
They spent the next few minutes kissing before Sansa pulled back and said “You
were really good with Rhaella earlier.”
“You think so?”
She nodded and said “Yeah. Had you ever held a baby before then?”
Sandor shook his head and said “Not that I can remember, no.”
Sansa smiled and said “Well you were pretty good. I think she loves her Uncle
Sandy. But it’s too early to know if she’ll be a Mama’s girl or a Daddy’s girl.
My mom said I was a Mama’s girl, but my dad said otherwise.”
He chuckled and said “Well either way, that baby knows she’s got a family that
loves her. And anyone who fucks with us, they won’t live to regret it, cause
I’d kill them on the spot.”
She bit her lip and said “Mmm, I know you would.” Before ducking down to kiss
his neck.
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the delay! <3
The day of the trial came and when the time came for everyone to gather, they
met in the mess hall. When Sandor laid eyes on Mero, he wished he had the power
to shoot lasers out of his eyes. He almost smiled at how cool that would be,
but right now is a serious time.
Mero, with his hands tied behind his back, glared at Sandor, and then his eyes
landed on Sansa. He smirked and puckered his lips at her before licking them.
Sandor wrapped his arm around her waist and Cersei stood.
“Mero, you have been accused of attacking Sansa Stark with the intention of
sexually assaulting her. My brother Jaime is one of the witnesses present. How
do you plead?”
Mero looked over at Cersei and smiled. “Not guilty, Your Honor.”
Cersei frowned and sighed. “Alright. Let’s get to it then.”
**
The trial wasn’t very long, they were surprised when some people stepped
forward, claiming that Mero had assaulted them or made them feel uncomfortable.
One was a thirteen year old girl. She said that Mero surprised her and
threatened that if she screamed, he’d rape and kill her baby sister, whose
four. Then he proceeded to keep a hand clamped over her mouth while shoving his
hand down the front of her pants.
The next was a girl Sandor knew, Missandei, she’s nice. She said that she was
standing near him one day and while he was sitting beside her, he turned and
sniffed at her crotch, and it scared the crap out of her. He just winked up at
her and she moved away from him, but ever since, she’s felt very uncomfortable
around him.
They weren’t the only ones, but all of the stories sickened Sandor. Before he
attacked Sansa, he figured he was just creepy, but he was wrong. The man is a
rapist and who knows just how many people he’s victimized. Sandor just prayed
that he’ll get to kill him.
After about an hour, Cersei stood again and said “Well, this has been quite
the...experience. I was thinking about having the Small Council step out for a
moment to speak, but I see now that that won’t be necessary. You will be hanged
in an hour, this trail is over.” And got up before walking out.
**
An hour later, Mero was brought out, hands still tied. The noose was tied, and
Sandor hung it from a good looking branch. All was quiet when Sandor grabbed
hold of Mero’s arm in a death grip, dragged him over to the tree, and got him
to step on a step stool someone brought out.
After getting the rope around his neck, Sandor looked Mero dead in the eye and
said “Sadly it’s not your guts, but this’ll have to do. Got any last words?”
The two just stared at each other for a minute before Sandor sighed and said
“Okay then.” Before kicking the stool out from under Mero’s feet.
It made most of them jump and they watched as Mero struggled for a minute,
before he stopped. Sandor watched as the now lifeless body swayed back and
forth before pulling out a pocket knife he had in his pocket. He opened it up
and stabbed right through Mero’s forehead, saying “Just so I no one has to deal
with you again.” Before pulling it out.
He then looked around and spotted Sansa, hugging her as soon as he reached her.
He kissed the top of her head before they walked off, the others going back to
whatever it was they were doing.
**
Later that night, Sandor and Jorah were on a watch. The night was quiet, save
for the sounds of crickets singing all around them, tons of stars littering the
sky. It was peaceful.
Sandor sighed and asked “Am I crazy if I said I kinda miss the zombie action?
Like more than just one or two every once in awhile?”
The older man smiled and shook his head, eyes glued up to the sky. “Not really,
no. For the end of the world, it can be so dreadfully boring. But I’m also
grateful, that way I don’t have to worry about Daenerys and Rhaella so
much...Then again, I’ll never stop worrying about them.”
Sandor chuckled and said “Yeah. So how did you guys meet anyways? You, Dany,
and Drogo? Did you guys know each other before this, or-“
Jorah nodded and said “Yeah. I’ve known Daenerys since she was fifteen. Her
family was quite wealthy, I worked with her father...He was a little mad
sometimes, but he meant well for his kids. Daenerys’ mother Rhaella and her
oldest brother Rhaegar died. And her other brother Viserys, was cruel to
her...She wasn’t like him, not in the slightest. She was always kind and sweet
to everyone she met.
I worked with her family for many years, she ended up marrying Drogo, who
worked as a bodyguard for her and her brother. He had some friends that taught
her Dothraki, and she taught me. I never really thought he was right for her,
but I think that was my jealousy talking. But she was happy, and who am I to
deny her any happiness?”
The younger man nodded and asked “So...When did you know you loved her?”
Jorah Thought for a minute and said “Well, I think part of me had been in love
with her since the beginning. But I had felt like it was wrong, because she’s
so young and...We were all together when this first started, and I wouldn’t
dare leave her. Now she’s the mother of my child, and I couldn’t be happier.”
Sandor smiled at his friends happiness and then thought about what it could be
like if Sansa was pregnant. Would he be worried about her safety and the
baby’s? Every second. Would he tell her to get rid of it? Say it’s too much of
a burden, that it’s just another mouth to feed? Never. Maybe they can talk
about it in the future, he wouldn’t pressure her into it.
**
The trial was a week ago, and now the runners would be going out on a supply
run today. Sansa desperately needed something, but didn’t want Sandor to know
what it was just yet. Cersei’s brother Jaime was the leader of he group, so she
wrote down what she needed and sought him out. When she found him down by the
lake talking to a man, she hesitated before approaching him.
She tapped on his shoulder and when he turned, she swallowed and asked “Can I
talk to you? Alone?” Looking between him and the other man.
He nodded and said “Sure.” Then his friend walked off and he asked “What’s up?”
She looked around to make sure no one was listening and she quietly asked “I
figured you’d be the only one I could trust with this...But could you get a
couple of these for me while you guys are out?” Before handing him the paper.
He raised an eyebrow and unfolded the paper before both eyebrows went up. He
looked up at her through his lashes and she must have been blushing so hard.
He asked “Living dangerously, are we? What, have you guys never heard of
contraception?”
She swallowed and said “So far, we’ve been careful, but...I-I don’t know
anything for sure yet, but I-I’m five days late. I’m probably just
overreacting, but just don’t tell anyone, okay? Please?”
He refolded the paper and nodded saying “I won’t, I promise.” Before smiling at
her. He said “Just in case you are, congratulations.” And she nodded before he
walked off.
**
Who knew five minutes could feel like a lifetime? The runners came back and
Sansa thanked Jaime when he handed her what she needed and quickly went off,
making sure she’d be completely alone to take the tests. She only asked for a
couple, but Jaime got her five of them. Sansa decided she’d take two today and
save the rest for next week or maybe he week after that, just to be sure.
She took the first test and after an agonizing wait, she looked at the screen
on the first test, and sighed when she saw only one pink line. She put it back
in it’s box before taking out the other one, and took the other one, only to
end up with the same results. Well, at least now if she needs a test, she’s got
three more.
During her walk back into camp, she wondered if she should tell Sandor about
taking those tests and the results, but was worried it might freak him out. It
freaked her out, why wouldn’t it do the same to him? She finally came to a
decision and unless she knows for sure that she is pregnant, she won’t tell him
about the other tests. As she walked back to the camp, she was unaware that
someone had been watching.
**
The next time the runners went, it ended in catastrophe. They’re usually back
before dark, but this time, they’ve been gone for two days. Of the ten people
that went, only three came back, and Jaime Lannister wasn’t one of them.
People were talking over each other, starting to panic, and that’s when Sandor
could hear someone yelling Jaime’s name. He looked over and saw Cersei running
towards the two runners and stopped in the middle of the formed circle, looking
around for him. “Jaime?!” She looked back at the runners and went up to one of
them.
“What happened?”
One of them, a guy Sansa’s age said “We were...We we’re at a grocery store,
everything was fine, but then...Then there was a fucking ton of them! They just
came out of nowhere, and we couldn’t fight them all off...Most of them were
torn to shreds, I don’t know about the others..”
A frightened Cersei stepped closer to the boy and asked “And Jaime? What about
my brother, where is he?”
The kid sighed and said “Like I said, I don’t know...I saw him one minute, and
he was gone the next.”
Cersei covered her mouth with her hand and turned until her back face him. They
all stood there and watched as she hung her head and closed her eyes. Then she
just turned and smacked the boy hard across the face. “Where is he?!”
Jorah steppes forward, putting a hand out and said “Whoa now, take it easy. No
need to get all worked up-“
“Fuck you!” She hit the kid again and yelled “Where is he?!”
Sandor stepped forward and said “Hey, hey, there’s no need to take it out on
the poor boy.”
Cersei looked back at them and then down. “You don’t understand..” tears
rolling down her cheeks. “I need him!”
Sansa moved away from Sandor’s side and went up to her, despite Sandor calling
her name. Sansa looked back at him and said “It’s okay.” And turned to look
back at Cersei. “Cersei, everything will be just fine. Jaime’s alright, he’ll
be back in no time-“
The older woman cut her off by turning and screaming “Oh shut your mouth, you
dirty little whore!” Before slapping the younger woman like she did the boy,
but it had enough force to make her fall to the dirt. “Who asked for your
opinion? Why don’t you just go and take another one of your pregnancy tests!”
Sansa’s eyes widened and everyone fell dead silent. There was no way Sandor
could’ve missed hearing that. But Sandor was at Sansa’s side in a flash,
getting down next to her and gathering her up in his arms. She hugged his big
body close to her, while Daenerys handed the baby over to Jorah, the blond got
down next to her on Sansa’s other side, with Jorah standing behind them.
Daenerys glared up at Cersei and asked “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Rubbing Sansa’s back.
Sandor glared daggers at her and pointed his finger up at her. “I’m only gonna
say this once. Put your hands on her again, and I’ll fucking cut them off.”
Cersei smiled wickedly and said “Try me.” Then she turned and looked at
everyone else and asked “What the hell are you all still doing here, get back
to work! Now!”
**
While Sandor was taking care of her busted lip, Sansa played what Cersei had
said over and over in her head. How did she find out? Did Jaime break his
promise and tell her? Did Cersei or someone else see her take the tests?
She stared at Sandor, looking for any indication that he was angry at something
other than Cersei hitting her. She swallowed and softly asked “Did you hear
it?”
“Hear what, Little Bird?”
“What Cersei said..” she quickly looked down, blushing before saying “About
me?” Looking back up to meet his eyes.
He stopped and they stared at each other for a minute before he nodded. “Yeah.
I heard her.”
“Are you mad?”
“At that crazy bitch? Definitely. I should’ve ripped her head off in front of
everyone..”
She sighed and said “You know what I mean. And it wouldn’t do any of us any
good.”
He shook his head and said “No Little Bird, I’m not mad at you. Not in the
slightest.”
After a minute of studying him, trying to figure out if he was lying, she saw
he wasn’t. She sighed and he asked “How did you get them?”
“The tests? I went up to Jaime before they went on the last run, I asked him to
get some for me...I was a few days late, I asked him not to tell anyone..”
He nodded and asked “How many did he get?”
“Five. I took two of them, they both came out negative. I got my period two
days later.”
He nodded again and when he was done with her lip, he sat next to her on their
bed and sighed. He looked over at her and said “You sound disappointed. Did you
want them to be positive?”
Sansa shrugged and said “I don’t know...At first I was terrified, I mean I’m
surprised we all made it through Daenerys’ pregnancy without too many
problems...Half of me wants a baby, but the other part isn’t even close to
being ready to have a baby. That we should wait awhile, get closer, I
guess...We’ll, even closer, since we’ve already gotten to closer. I just...I
don’t know.”
She looked over at him and saw he never tore his eyes away from her. He
swallowed and asked “And if they both came out positive? What then?”
She smiled and said “Then we’d be parents. Just because part of me doesn’t feel
ready, doesn’t mean I’d kill the baby or something. If it came out positive,
I’m sure we’d get through it like Dany and Jorah did.”
He sighed, relieved to hear and she frowned. She turned to face him more and
asked “What, did you really think I’d get rid of an innocent baby like that?
I’d never, I’d-“
Sandor put his arm around her waist and pulled her close “Hey now, I know you
wouldn’t. I was just worried you’d want different, but I believe you, Little
Bird.” He kissed her on the cheek to avoid opening the cut on her lip, and
asked “Where are the rest of the tests?”
She said “In one of my bags. Why?”
He said “Just wondering...Guess we’ve gotta be more careful now, huh?”
She laughed and said “Maybe, my family are a fertile people.”
He laughed and said “Yeah, I figured that out after I saw you had five
siblings. Well whatever you want to do from now on when we, you know, it’s fine
by me. And if the next time you take those tests and they come out positive,
well...You know I’m never gonna bail on you, Little Bird. After all the shit I
went through in my house with my dad and Gregor, I swore to myself that I’d be
a far better father than those two cunts. I’d always tell my kid how special
they are and that they’ll always have a mommy and a daddy who would do just
about anything for them, and never stop loving them.”
She smiled and said “I believe you.”
Sansa leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled back and said “Little Bird, you need
to let your lip heal.”
She said “It can start healing tomorrow.” Before kissing him.
**
Jaime groaned and opened his eyes, his head throbbing. He had spots in his
vision, but thankfully, the place he was in was dark. What happened? He slowly
sat up and looked around to see he was no longer in the grocery store. Being
there and then that horde popping up out of nowhere, were all he could remember
before everything dark.
“You’re awake.”
He jumped and looked around for wherever the voice came from, until his eyes
landed on a blond woman. A big blond woman. She came closer to him and he felt
two inches tall when she towered above him. The woman squatted down next to him
and said “I’m not going to hurt you. You’ve been out for almost three days.”
Jaime’s eyes widened and he asked “C-Cersei. Where’s Cersei, where’s my group-“
“I was at that store you were at when that horde swarmed you. Most of your men
are gone, but I got you out of there. Right when I saw you, you tripped and hit
your head pretty good. Been unconscious since.”
Jaime groaned and let his head fall back onto the pillow, wincing from the
pain. He squeezed his eyes shut and asked “Who...Who are you?”
When he opened his eyes again, he saw the woman was staring down at him. She
said “Brienne. Brienne Tarth.”
 
***** Chapter 15 *****
After Cersei’s outburst in front of the whole camp, Sandor had a feeling that
it would only get worse from there. They noticed people leaving, and one night
before Sandor was to leave and go on a shift, he lie on the bed with his head
on Sansa’s lap. She gently stroked his hair and the good side of his face,
while reciting Annabel Lee.
“But our love it was stronger by far than the love
   Of those who were older than we—
   Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
   Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
   In her sepulchre there by the sea—
   In her tomb by the sounding sea..”
He sighed and said “Never was much of poetry kinda guy, but I’ll never get
tired of hearing this shit. Only if it comes from you, of course. Anyone else
would spoil it.”
She smiled and said “Well then, let’s hope no one else in the world has it
memorized.” Before he sat up. She smiled when he leaned in and kissed her, and
after a couple of minutes, had to stop her from climbing onto his lap.
Sandor sighed and took her hand in his. He stroked along the back of her palm
and said “I wish I could, but I gotta go in a few minutes, Little Bird. I’m
stuck with fucking Trant again, the cunt.”
She nodded and said “I know.” Pouting a little. She laid her free hand on top
of his and said “But it’s only for a few hours. Just ignore him if he bugs you,
and you’ll be fine.”
He scoffed and said “Easy for you to say, you don’t have to work with him.
Every time I look at his, I just wanna bash his face in. He’s not good, Little
Bird.”
She nodded and said “I know he’s not, but you’ll live.”
He nodded and swallowed. He looked down at their hands and he said “I think we
should leave.” He looked back up at her, and she didn’t seem surprised. He said
“I thought it could be safe for us here, but it’s not. People are leaving, no
one trusts Cersei anymore, I never fucking trusted her. I dunno, I’ve just got
this feeling that something’s building up, until all Hells gonna break loose.
And I’d never forgive myself if I end up getting you all killed. We need to
leave. I wish we could tonight, but-“
“Tomorrow.” She said, cutting him off. “When you come back to wake up Jorah,
tell him that we’re leaving tomorrow. I talked to Dany the other day, after
Cersei hit me, and she said we should get as far away from this place, as
possible. They won’t fight, and I can’t stand another day here. Dany and I will
pack our stuff first thing when we wake up.”
He nodded and said “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. Tomorrow it is.”
Before kissing her. He said “I gotta go. Don’t worry Little Bird, we’ll get out
of here.” He kissed her again and said “Sleep tight, I love you.”
He didn’t realize he had said that until he saw her looking at him surprised.
He swallowed and braced himself for the worst, but she just grinned and said “I
love you too.”
**
People were leaving the camp and Cersei had been fine with it, but now, it was
making her angry. She’s given countless people food, shelter, hope, and what
does she get in return? A bunch of selfish, ungrateful, worms who want to
leave.
Rumor has it, that one reason is because of her outburst, and hitting Sansa.
The little bitch had it coming, she had no right to talk to her about Jaime.
He’s been gone for days, and she’s not in a good state of mind right now, nor
does she care. She wants him back.
One day Meryn Trant walked into her cabin and asked “You wanted to see me,
Ma’am?”
She smiled and said “Yes. Sit.” When he sat down, she leaned forward, resting
her arms on her desk and asked “I’m sure you’re aware that some have been
picking up and leaving?”
Meryn nodded and she asked “And what do you think about that, Mister Trant?”
He shrugged and said “It’s their loss. They should be grateful to be here.”
She smiled and asked “I’m glad you see it that way. And if I were to say that
if anyone else leaves King’s Landing, they would be severely punished, what
would you say then?”
**
After they all agreed that they would be leaving as soon as Jorah and Sandor
gets back, Daenerys and Sansa busied themselves with packing. When the boys got
back, Daenerys grabbed Rhaella from her crib and said “Alright sweetie, we’re
all leaving to go on a big adventure...And go far far away from this place.”
It was early, they thought about leaving at night, but they figured no one
would care, since others have left. They hurried out of the cabin and was
almost to the gate when a shot rang out, and they started running. People
screamed and scattered as bullets started flying, some missing, some hitting a
target, but not their intended ones.
They came to a halt at the gate when several men stood in the way, guns pointed
right at them. The shooting stopped, and Rhaella was wailing while Daenerys and
Jorah were trying to comfort her. Others circled around them, and that’s when
Sandor’s eyes landed on Meryn. Meryn smirked and asked “Where do you think
you’re going?”
Sansa said “We’re just leaving, that’s all. We don’t want any trouble.”
Someone said “Sorry beautiful, but you’re not going anywhere. We’ve got strict
orders not to let anyone else leave.”
Sandor frowned and said “Look shitheads, if we wanna leave, we’ll leave. You
don’t gotta shoot at anyone, there’s a fucking baby here, man.”
Meryn said “Cersei’s gonna want to talk to you. Now come on, don’t make his
hard on yourselves.”
Sandor wanted to fight, but he didn’t want to risk getting them hurt. They all
looked at each other before looking back at the others, and nodded. They
followed them to Cersei’s cabin, where she was patiently waiting for them. She
smiled and said “Thank you gentleman, that’ll be all. Wait outside, please.”
When the others left, Cersei sighed and said “I didn’t know you’d be leaving. I
thought you liked it here.”
Sandor frowned and said “Oh please, enough with this fake nice shit of yours,
Lady. And what the hell was up with having them shoot at us, we just wanted to
leave!”
Cersei looked down and said “I understand you’re upset-“
Daenerys stepped forward and asked “Upset? Upset?? You had hem shoot at us, you
could’ve had an innocent baby’s blood on your hands, you fucking bitch!”
The older woman frowned and stood up from her seat. She said “You watch your
mouth when you speak to me, you little cunt. I gave you all food, shelter, and
this is how you repay me? Be grateful I don’t have you killed right now.”
Jorah stepped forward and said “Cersei look, just...We don’t want anymore
trouble. Now I am very sorry that your brother is still missing, I truly am.
But don’t take it out on these innocent people.” He put his hands up and said
“Just let us leave, and you’ll never have to deal with us ever again.”
Cersei stared at them for a long time, and no one dared say a word. Rhaella was
whimpering, but other than that, all was quiet. Cersei sighed and sat back down
in her chair and said “Fine. Get out. All of you, get the fuck out of my camp.”
Sandor said “Gladly.” And they walked out. The guys outside stared at them,
until Sandor said “Boss said to let us go, now move.” They cleared a path and
let them go, and they made it a few feet outside of the gate, when a shot rang
out, and Jorah went down.
Daenerys screamed and they quickly went over to him, and saw he had gotten shot
in the leg. He held his thigh and Sandor said “Fucking bitch. Alright, alright,
hey buddy, you’re alright. You’re alright, just gotta keep pressure on it.”
Sansa quickly pulled her long sleeve shirt off, leaving her in her undershirt
and bra, before handing t to Sandor. He wrapped the shirt around his shaking
thigh and the older man cried out when he tied it tight.
Sansa said “Here Dany, I’ll take her.” Daenerys handed a crying Rhaella, before
the blond went and pulled Jorah’s head in her lap.
She cried and said “I should go back and slit her fucking throat.”
Jorah sighed and said “It’s alright Khaleesi, I’m fine. I can barely feel it.”
She said “No you’re not.”
He shook his head and said “No I’m not, I’m fine, let’s just go.”
She smiled a little and said “You’re a shit liar, you know that?”
He reached up and cupped her cheek and said “I know.”
Sandor said “Come on, let’s go before they start shooting again. Let’s get you
up. Can you walk?”
The older man said “I can try.” Sandor and Daenerys did a three count before
helping Jorah to his feet, one arm around both of them. They tried getting him
to take a step and he cried out as soon as he put weight on it.
After a few steps, Sandor said “Alright, this shit ain’t gonna work. Guess I’m
gonna have to carry your ass, old man.”
Jorah shook his head and said “No.”
The younger man frowned and said “Look man-“
The older man said “I promise you, I’m fine. Now let’s go find some shelter for
the night and try to fix this before it gets infected.”
It took them hours before they found a house and went in. After clearing off a
couple unwanted guests, they took Jorah to the kitchen, and Daenerys got to
work on his wound.
He hissed and growled as she dug in the meat of his thigh until she said “Wait,
I think I’ve got it.” And after a minute, she finally pulled it out. She smiled
and said “It’s a good thing you taught me what I know, otherwise you might be
stuck with this forever.”
They laughed and he smiled, panting before saying “That’s my girl.”
**
It’s been three days since he woke up, and Jaime was still with Brienne. He
kept telling her that they needed to go to Kong’s Landing, and she’s just say
he still needs to rest.
She was getting to be a pain in his ass, but she really wasn’t all that bad.
She was kind enough to save him from getting ripped to shreds and was taking
care of him, she could’ve just left him there.
They were staying in a disgusting little shack, but it had kept them dry after
it had been raining for some time. They didn’t talk much beyond arguing about
Jaime’s health, but in the end, she always won.
At one point he had dozed off and when he woke up, Brienne wasn’t with him. He
groaned and mumbled “Brienne? Brienne?” But got no answer. He frowned and then
yelled “Brienne?! Brienne Tarth?! Hello?! Anybody out there?!”
Brienne came rushing back into the room and dropped down next to him, and
clamped her hand over his mouth. She leaned in close and quietly said “May I
remind you that right now, we’re in zombie territory and one thing that can
attract them, is noise. And until we leave here, you’re going to have to work
with me and be quiet. Do you think you can do that for me?”
He rolled his eyes and nodded before she pulled her hand away. She said “Thank
you. Now what do you need?”
He said “I just woke up and you were gone...Was hoping you didn’t abandon me.”
She frowned and said “If I wanted to do that, I wouldn’t have saved you in the
first place.”
He knew she was telling the truth and nodded before saying “Sorry.”
She nodded and said “It’s alright. How’s your head?”
He groaned and said “Better. Got a little headache going on, but I’ll live.”
She nodded and asked “That’s good. Do you want some more Ibuprofen?”
He shook his head and said “Not right now, no. So...Do you think we can get
going now?” She sighed and opened her mouth to speak until he said “I know, I
know, you don’t think I’m ready, but dammit, I need to get back to King’s
Landing. My sister needs me, she’s probably going nuts, and she can get pretty
scary then. Look...Just take me back there, and I promise you, you will never
have to put up with me again. Deal?”
They stared at each other for a minute before she sighed and said “Fine. We
leave tomorrow at dawn. Are you hungry? Do you need any water?”
He nodded and said “Both sounds nice, please.” And she nodded before walking
out of the room.
**
One thing he had noticed was despite their dwelling having two bedrooms, they
always slept in the same room, and she wouldn’t be too far from him. And later
that night as they were getting ready for bed, Jaime finally decided to ask.
He propped himself up on his elbows and asked “Why do you do that?”
She stopped while getting her sleeping bag ready and looked over at him. “Do
what?”
He said “There’s two bedrooms, why sleep in here with me when you could have a
whole room to yourself.”
She gave him and look and said “I wanted to be close by in case you needed me.
Do you want me to leave?”
Jaime shook his head and said “No, I was just wondering.”
Suddenly someone was banging on the front door and Brienne was up in a flash.
She grabbed a sword she carried and turned to Jaime. “Wait here.” Before
heading out. When she reached the front door, she looked out of the window and
saw a young man standing there.
She didn’t open the door but just as she was about to open her mouth, the man
said “Please! I know you’re in there, I just...I just need some help, please.
I-I won’t hurt you, someone’s after me! Open the door, please!”
Suddenly a voice came from behind her and she turned and Jaime put his hands up
in defense. “Whoa! Whoa girl, easy!”
Brienne sighed and hissed “Don’t do that!”
“Sorry. Who is it?”
“Some boy. Says someone’s after him, he’s alone. Should I let him in?”
Jaime shrugged and said “I don’t know...Well what if whoever is after him,
comes for us once the find him?”
Brienne said “Well there’s a chance that won’t happen. I’m gonna let him in,
stay back.”
He sighed and when she opened the door, they saw the same boy standing there.
He looked to be in his late teens, tall, thin with brown hair and blue eyes,
and was visibly shaken. He looked up at them with wide, fearful eyes and
Brienne asked “Where are they? The people after you?”
He said “A c-couple hours behind me...I-I think.”
They nodded and Jaime asked “What’s your name?”
The boy didn’t answer them right away, he just looked down and Brienne was
worried with how badly he was shaking. What the hell happened to this boy? But
he swallowed and looked back up before saying “Reek. M-My Name is Reek.”
**
Cersei was looking out of her window when there was a knock on the door. She
didn’t look back, but simply asked “What is it?”
Meryn said “There’s two guys here looking to stay. Said they’ve got more people
coming, they’re gonna meet them here. Wanna talk to them?”
She sighed and asked “Sure. What are their names?”
”Roose Bolton and his son Ramsay.”
Odd names, she thought. But she nodded and said “Tell them to come in, thank
you Meryn.” Before he left.
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