This is a one shot about Mance/Sansa. I know it's a bit different than some of you would like, but I think I came up with a good storyline for it. It will be short, probably one or two chapters...but I hope you all will come to enjoy it. Mance/Sansa has been something in my mind for a while.

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A deal

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"You want to save the North, Jon Snow? I have never heard such shit words from your mouth."

Mance Rayder sat in his chair, looking up at the boy in black as his white direwolf sat by his side. Jon frowned, "You would let the North go to the Boltons or Lannisters? What are you afraid of, Mance? Afraid of a war? You're afraid of hurting your pride!" Mance stood swiftly and walked to Jon as he growled, "Fuck my pride! This isn't about pride, boy. This is about my men dying and for what? A burnt Winterfell and its dead Starks!" Jon shook his head and argued, "They are not all dead. Sansa, she is still alive and out there. Please, don't turn away, Mance. She is alive and last I heard, she was out there in the East. I know it." Mance thought of the girl, of whom he had never seen before, but had heard stories of her fire red hair and ice blue eyes. An idea came to his mind and he smirked,

"Would you make a deal with me, Jon Snow?"

Jon thought for a moment and nodded, "Anything to reclaim the North." Mance chuckled, "I will give you an army, my men, and previsions, but in return, you must give me the most precious thing the North can give." Right away, Jon thought that Mance wanted Winterfell and he shook his head, "I can't give you Winterfell-"

"I don't want that fucking castle. I'm talking about the girl! Give me Sansa Stark and I will fight with you."

Both men stared at one another and Jon said nothing as he put his hand out, waiting for Mance to grab it and shake. Mance reached forward and took the offered hand in a hard grip, "We've got a deal, my boy."

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One month later...

Sansa could not have been happier when Jon entered the Vale and barged into the throne room, looking up at Lord Baelish in the wooden throne. When she saw her brother, Sansa stood and screamed, "Jon!", before running down the steps in an unladylike fashion and jumping into his arms. Lord Baelish knew no good would come from the sudden intrusion, so he tried to turn Jon away,

"Your company is not welcome here, bastard. Turn yourself around and go back to the Wall where you belong."

Jon looked from his sister, her hair dark brown and her gown black before he looked back at the worm sitting where their Aunt Lysa should have been. He shook his head, "I've come to bring my sister home, my Lord. And I will do so with or without fight." Sansa could hardly believe what was happening and for a moment, she let go of Jon's arm and stepped away, "Home? How did you know I was here?" She looked at Petyr, who was standing from his seat and looking at her, "Alayne, he will not bring you home. Jon Snow cannot be trust, my dear. He and his wolf are responsible for murdering countless men that were innocent-"

"You know nothing of what I have done to survive!"

Sansa was torn between someone she had not seen in years and the man who had saved her from Kings Landing and certain death. Jon whispered to her, "I'm sorry, Sansa, but I have come to take you home and if I must, I will do it by force." When those words were spoken, the doors were opened once more and men in heavy fur breeches and coats entered the hall, bow and arrows raised and swords at the ready. Sansa looked all around in fright and tried to grab for Jon, "Wildlings! Jon, quick-" She was cut short when a large Wildling man reached forward and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her into the air as she kicked and screamed, "Jon! What's going on!?" Petyr Baelish was wide eyed and yelled, "Sansa!", but it was too late, she was already being removed from the hall and rushed outside. Ghost walked in and went to his masters side, his jaw and teeth red from the blood of Lord Baelish's guards. Jon pet the wolf and growled, "Your men are dead, my sister will not be safe, and you are to die for what you have done to my family. You helped kill my father, Eddard Stark, you tricked my sister and planned to marry her, worm." Jon turned around and began to walk towards the hall door, but before he reached it, he yelled to Ghost,

"Ghost, eat!"

While Jon ordered his direwolf to attack, Sansa struggled in the arms of the large Wildling man. She shrieked, "Let me go! Where is my brother? Jon!" With a growl, the Wildling raised his fist and hit her on the top of her head, knocking Sansa unconcious before he placed her on the back of Jon's horse.

As Jon and the Wildling's exited the hall and ran to the horses waiting for them, he heard the shrieks and tearing of skin and flesh from Petyr Baelish. Step one in avenging his father was completed. Now, he must keep his end of the bargain with Mance Rayder. Sansa would yet again become a pawn, but this time, she would be placed with the King Beyond the Wall.

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Sansa groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, the top of her head pounding from when she was hit. When she finally was able to sit up, she found herself laying on a pile of leaves and furs near a small camp fire. Jon sat on the other side of the fire, watching Sansa until she finally saw him, but before she could say anything he stood, "Don't speak. Have some of this first and you will feel a bit better." Sansa was unsure of what was in the skin, but she took a large gulp, tasting clean water. Sansa sighed as she felt the water touch her belly,

"Where are we?"

Jon smiled, "Not too far from the Vale. A few miles at least. We stopped so you could get your rest." Sansa frowned, "We?" She then looked around and saw the Wildlings that accompanied Jon into the Vale and took her away. Sansa looked at Jon and hissed, "How could you have these-these savages help you get me? How did you find me, Jon?" Her brother shook his head, "These people are going to help us win the North, Sansa, watch your mouth around them. Never mind how I found you, look at you." She knew he was speaking of her hair and how she was dressed. The black gown with feather shoulders and her dark hair made her look different, not the same kissed by fire as she always has been. Sansa felt worn out and plain, "Petyr told me-"

"Never mind what he told you. We're going North to the Wall, where you will be safe, and where I can keep an eye on you."

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For days, Sansa and Jon rode with the small Wildling group, Ghost leading the horses with Petyr's blood still on his white fur. Sansa would glance at her brother and see small differences in him, for he was no longer the lad she knew in Winterfell. After a week of riding, they stopped to make camp for the night and as Sansa went off to find water with her escorts of two Wildling men, she heard them whispering about her with cruel words. Sansa turned to them, "I doubt my brother would appreciate you talking like that of me." One of them chuckled, "Doesn't matter, little princess. Once we're back beyond the wall, our King will share you with us." Sansa had bent down to collect water, but what she heard made her pause her actions and look up at them, "What did you say?"

"Aye, Mance has always been a good King that shares his prizes from battle. No doubt he'll share you."

Sansa stood, "His prize?" She could tell by their faces that they have spoken of too much and Sansa threw down the skin of water before running to Jon. Jon saw her face and befor he could question, Sansa pushed him back, "How dare you! What have you done, Jon Snow?!" Jon held up his hands, "Sansa, I don't know what-"

"I am not a prize of war, Jon! What have you told these people?"

Jon glanced at the Wildlings that were walking with her before looking back at her red face, "I have not been truthful with you, Sansa. Mance Rayder, he is the King Beyond The Wall and we need his people's help in fighting this battle. I-I had to make a deal with him and he made you the prize. I'm sorry!" Sansa could not believe her ears. She had been stolen from Petyr Baelish, just to be given to Mance Rayder, a man people feared. She looked up at Jon and shook her head, "I can't believe you would do this to me. You sold me to that-that man!" Sansa did not cry, as her tears have dried out from her time in Kings Landing, now, she was just angry that she had been sold yet again like meat in a market.

Later that night, when all was quiet and Jon sat alone at the campfire, Sansa left the warm covers she had and walked to her brother, who looked worried at her anger. She wrapped her arms around herself and whispered, "I don't hate you for what you have done, Jon." He looked up at her and went to speak, but she continued, "I understand that I have no control over my life and who I can choose to be my Lord husband. What? You think I don't know that I am to marry Mance Rayder? I have read books, Jon, Wildlings take brides, not whores. Why you have joined them, I don't know and I don't want to know, but I want you to at least know this. I will do my duty as Lady of Winterfell and when this war is over, I will take back our home with everything I have. Father may be dead, but we can at least be assured that Mance will let us take back our home."

Jon nodded at his sister's words, "Sansa, I don't know if Mance will let you go home-"

"He will if he wants me."

She watched Jon stand and walk to her before he placed a hand on her shoulder, "I won't let him hurt you. Mance is an honorable man and I know he will at least protect you during this war." Sansa closed her eyes and nodded, "The Lannister's will be coming for me once they learn-" Jon smirked, "Once they learn you are Mance's Queen, Cersei will send men for you, but they will never make it to you. Mance knows about the Lannister's, Sansa. He will stop them." Sansa nodded, still unsure of Jon's words, but as she turned away to return to her slumber, she looked at him once more, "I will be is wife, but I will not give myself to him."

It was then that Jon knew...Sansa will fight back and Mance may not like that.

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Days turned into weeks and finally weeks turned into a month and a half. Their group was slowed down due to a storm, but it was a chilling site to see the Wall before them. The wind was not so calm as Sansa sat in front of Jon on their horse, looking up at the Wall, "We have to climb that?" Jon looked down at his sister and then began to laugh, making the others around them that heard her say that laugh as well.

"No, Sansa. We're going to Castle Black, where you will stay until Mance comes for you."

Sansa read all about Castle Black, how only men were allowed to be there and the men there had not been with a woman in years. Jon sensed her uneasiness as the gate was opened, "Don't worry, sister. You will stay in my room for the time being. My friend Sam will be able to help you while you're staying here." She was wrapped in Jon's large black cloak, her black dress wet and dirty from the snow and mud, but she felt alive being back in the cold and snow. As they rode towards Castle Black and its small village, Sansa questioned,

"I thought that those that wear the black and not welcome to the Wildling people? Father told us that it would be treason for a crow to even talk to them."

Jon nodded and looked at the Wildlings riding near him, "Aye, it is treason and I committed it, but I was brought back to Castle Black. Long story short- Mance Rayder is coming together with us to defeat the Walkers." Sansa knew of the Walkers and she did not ask any more questions as they rode through the gates and into the courtyard of Castle Black. Sansa looked around and saw it was plain, with only a few buildings made of dark wood. She jerked forward when Jon stopped the horse and a man dressed just as Jon was walked forward. Sansa noticed he was quite chubby, but he smiled up to her, "Hello, my Lady! Welcome to Castle Black. My name is Samwell, but you can call me Sam." Jon had dismounted and was helping her down from the horse as Sam spoke to her and once she was on her feet, she smiled and gave a nod, "Thank you for your kind greeting, Sam." Sam went to bow,

"Pardon me! I forgot-"

Sansa frowned, "What are you doing?" He stood straight again and Sans heard Jon chuckling, but she paid him no mind. Sam stammered, "Uh, well, my Lady, Jon was supposed to tell you." Jon nodded, "Aye, I told her you big fool. She knows what her duty is." Sansa smiled sweetly, "There will be no bowing to me, Sam. I am no Queen." Sam blushed as Jon grabbed a satchel from the horse and tossed it to him, "Sam, do me a favor and bring my sweet sister to my room so she can rest." Sansa turned to Jon, "Where are you going?" He was already mounting his horse again and he looked down at her, "I am off to tell the King Beyond The Wall you have arrived. Don't worry, dear sister, he won't be coming for you tonight." Sansa bit her lip in response as she watched Jon lead the Wildling men to a tunnel where gates were opened for them and they disappeared into the darkness.

Sam looked at Sansa and cleared his throat, "My Lady, if you will follow me?" Sansa nodded and walked behind Sam towards some steps before she was led to Jon's rooms. The whole way there, her mind was trying to come to terms with the fact that she was to be a prize of war within a day or so. Jon told her everything on their way here. She was to be given to Mance in exchange for men and provisions to fight the battle against the White Walkers. She knew if they did not defeat them, then all hell would break loose, but why her? Why did Mance want her?

"You'll be surprised at how warm these rooms can be."

Her thoughts were interrupted by Sam's talking as he brought her into a small room that only held a bath, a bed, and a trunk. Sansa walked past him and looked around, "It's a fair size." As she looked around, Sam spoke, "That bit you said back there, you know, about not being a Queen?" Sansa looked at him and nodded for him to continue, "Well, you know that you will be, right? All of us here know it and Lord Commander Thorne isn't exactly happy about it. Once you marry Mance Rayder, you will rule the Wildling people and Beyond The Wall. Now, I know you don't like the idea, but if you think of it, Jon is doing this for you. He'd have true reason to fight with Mance; all for your protection."

Sansa never thought of it that way and she smiled at Sam's soft spoken spirit, "You are a true friend to my brother, aren't you?" Sam nodded and blushed, "Aye, he's the only real friend I have." After a long silence, he took a breath, "Well, I'll have someone bring you up some hot water for a bath and I'll try to get you a new gown for tomorrow. Anything else, my Lady?" Sansa went to shake her head, but she thought of something.

"Do you know of the oils used to remove dye from hair?"

She gestured to her nearly black hair and Same thought for a moment, "Well, while I'm in the village getting your dress, I'll try to find you that oil. Perhaps one of the, uh, girls there have some. They dye their hair to look pretty." Sansa smiled, "That is all, Sam, thank you."

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When Jon rode into the Wildling camp on the other side of the Wall, the Wildling men were greeted by their wives and children, or their friends and Jon looked on with a hidden smile. Mance walked out of his hut and stood tall as Jon dismounted, "You are late, Snow." Jon smirked, "Getting into the Vale was easy, but the storm we rode into slowed us down." He saw Mance glance over his shoulder, looking for the girl that should have been there,

"Where is she?"

Mance was usually a patient man, but Jon knew that when it would come to Sansa, he wanted her there now. Jon walked to him, "My sister will spend a few nights in Castle Black with me. She has had a long journey and she needs some time to herself. As you can imagine she has had a lot to learn about this past month." Mance smirked, "You have three days, Jon Snow, then I will come for her. We had a deal, did we not?" Mance gestured for a man to step forward and when he did, Jon was handed a scroll.

"That there is my word that when this war begins, you will have my clans and provisions. The White Walkers must be defeated, Snow."

Jon took unrolled the scroll and saw Mance Rayder's name scrolled on the bottom. His eyes did not leave the page as he questioned, "What of my sister? She is to become your Queen Beyond The Wall, isn't she? What protection will she have?" Mance pursed his lips, "As my wife, she will have the protection of the clan and as your sister she will have the whole of the North protecting her." He paused and walked closer to Jon, "And as her husband, she will have me to protect her." Jon knew that Mance was speaking true and he nodded, "Aye, then it is agreed. You will come for her in three days. I will have her prepared by then." Jon began to mount his horse once more and once in the saddle, Mance grabbed the reins and removed something from his pocket, "Give your sister this. Tell her it is an early wedding gift from her betrothed." Mance held up a short dagger with a hilt made of silver,

"A bit of an heirloom, if you will. Perhaps you should teach her how to use it before she comes with me. Gods know she'll need it once at this camp."

He put it in it's sheath of brown leather and gave it to Jon, who in turn looked down at it, "She'll be pleased, Mance." Honestly, he was sure that Sansa would be absolutely horrified by such a gift, but perhaps in her years she has changed that much.

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Sansa lit a candle one by one in the room she was staying in, letting the light stay dim. She had taken her bath, used oils that Sam had found in the village in her hair to remove the dye, and now she was about to unwrap her hair to see if it had worked. Sansa took a deep breath as she untied the sheet from her hair, staring at the black dye that came off with it and soon, she saw her red hair tumble down her chest and arms. In relief, she smiled and laughed, but was interrupted by a voice, "I had nearly forgotten what it looked like." Sansa gasped and turned to see Jon in the doorway, "Jon, close the door or the candles with go out!" Jon quickly closed the door and walked to her,

"I'm glad you decided to take out the dye. Mance will be pleased as well."

He watched his sister frown and bow her head, "I didn't do it for him, Jon. I did this because it is who I am, I am not the bastard daughter of Petyr Baelish. I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell, daughter of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully." Jon smiled, "Still so proper with your words. Oh, here." He removed the dagger from his pocket, "He knows you are here and he asked me to give you this." Sansa took the short dagger from her brother's hand and stared at it, "A dagger?" Jon nodded, "An early wedding gift, he said. That hilt is made of silver and he also said it's an heirloom." Sansa did not know what to say, "Who-Who give's their betrothed a dagger as a gift?"

"A Wildling King, dear sister. A King that is going to protect you."

Sansa looked at him and thought of what Same had said earlier, "How do you know he will protect me? What if he comes for me and then takes me to his people and let's them have me?" Jon hushed her as he heard her voice becoming sad, "No, Sansa, he will not do that to you. I told you, Mance Rayder is an honorable man and he would not allow that. Once married, you will be his and his alone, do you understand? Besides, as I was leaving he promised me he would protect you. I made him promise." Sansa looked up at her brother,

"And you'll be here won't you? It's not too far?" Jon shook his head, "No, not too far at all. Mance won't move his camp unless he is threatened and that won't happen. He is never threatened, believe me, when his people attacked Castle Black, he felt to threat upon his person." Sansa nodded, but then made a face, "He's old, isn't he? Not too old, but still-"

"Old? Aye, he's older than you or I, but he's only in his 30's, late maybe, but not old."

Sansa was not sure if that made her feel better, but she sighed as Jon ran a hand through her still wet but now red hair, "Have no fear of him, Sansa." He let her leaned her head on his shoulder and a shiver ran through him as she whispered,

"I cannot fear him, for I have feared too many before him."

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End of chapter one! huzzah! I really hope you guys like it so far. Yes, this is a Mance/Sansa and yes there will be some rated M later on. but for now, enjoy this chapter again and leave a review!