Author's note: SPOILER ALERT. This takes place after AFFC (and somewhat after ADWD, I've only read the last of Jaime's chapters so I'm not sure what else is going on, so there might be some inconsistencies with ADWD) and there will be spoiler for everything up to this point. Brienne takes Jaime to face Lady Stoneheart's judgement, but tries to find a way to keep her oaths and save Pod, Hyle, and Jaime. Jaime reflects on his past and his hopes of redemption. Will definitely have some Jaime/Brienne hints and a fair bit of angst. Honestly, I have no idea how long this is going to end up, because I keep of thinking of things to add. So, I just hope some of you enjoy the ride. Please leave reviews!

1. Jaime

Jaime's white armor glinted in the late evening sun as he mounted Honor as Peck held the reigns. He thanked him, and trotted up beside Brienne, whose horse had been returned to her. She looked so haggard, Jaime almost reconsidered his decision to leave immediately. Brienne had told him that the Hound and the Stark girl were only a day's ride away, but the day was already nearly done. But if what else she said was true, he dared not delay.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

She nodded, her eyes avoiding his.

As they set out from Pennytree, Jaime was aware of the curious eyes of his men and the villagers in their gated keep. They could not understand why he was leaving alone with this strange woman the sentries had found, nor could he let them know his purpose. The whole lot of them could be in Cersei's bed, ready to inform her. She'd put me in chains and let the Hound murder Sansa, and probably reward him for it. He was not entirely sure of how true that was. He was her twin after all, and lovers, but Cersei's vengeance was fearsome, and that might not matter much at all.

They rode in silence until the town had disappeared back into the Teats, and then Jaime finally allowed himself to really look at her. Her skin was even paler than usual and there were dark, puffy bags under her blue eyes. Those blue eyes, the only truly beautiful part of her, were red-rimmed and bloodshot. Whether from lack of sleep or tears, he could not tell. But he could not imagine Brienne crying easily. She rode stiffly in her saddle and winced with nearly every step. She kept a hand on her side, and he suspected she was suffering some bruised or broken ribs. Her other hand was in a splint that almost reached her elbow, but was doing well enough that she was able to hold the reigns. And maybe her sword as well, Jaime thought bitterly, looking at his own golden hand.

There was something else as well… a thick blue bruise poking up from her cloak beneath her chin. There had been no lacked for hanged bodies by the side of the road all throughout the Riverlands.

"Brienne," he said softly, "What happened to you?"

She said nothing, her eyes scanning the trees apprehensively. Jaime was reminded of the cool, silent way she had treated him when they had first left Riverrun together and felt his anger rising. I was a different man then. He reminded himself. I had two hands, but was half blind. I only wanted to return to Cersei. He looked at Brienne. What do I want now? The thought took him by surprise.

"You said you were bitten." Jaime pressed on. "Was it wolves? Ser Dermot and his scouts said that they are bolder than any beasts have a right to be."

"No. It was Biter."

Jaime remembered the pale, monstrous man with his filed teeth, and shuddered. "Bloody Mummers. I trust you took care of him."

Brienne frowned. "No. It was some bastard boy. Biter…" she looked as if she was going to be sick. "He… he had me beaten, but the boy killed him," she ended flatly.

The silence weighed heavy between them.

"I killed Rorge, though." Brienne finally offered. "And the Mummers are no more. They are scattered to the winds. I also encountered Timeon, Pyg, and Shagwell. I killed them too." She sounded almost sad.

"My, you have been busy." Jaime grinned, but could not help but feel disappointed. He had hoped to have been the one to kill Shagwell. He remembered how the fool had mocked him after he had lost his hand. But if anyone else deserved to kill him, it's her. The man tried to rape her, and was jesting with all the rest as she fought for her life in the bear pit. The memory made him furious all over again. May they all burn in the deepest of the seven hells. Maybe my lord father will be waiting there for them. That made him smile. Besides, Zollo still remains. I will kill him, but not until after I cut off his sword hand and make him fight me with his off hand.

By then the shadows were growing long and the wind was blowing colder. The western horizon was glowing fifty shades of orange and pink and gold. They stopped long enough to eat some of the bread and cheese Jaime had brought with them and continued onward. She is not speaking to me, Jaime realized. Brienne had never been a woman of many words, and when she did speak it often made Jaime wish she wasn't. She could prattle on about honor and oaths and justice, and find a way to remind Jaime of all his mistakes. However, he found himself wanting to know everything that had happened since he had given her Oathkeeper and sent her away to find Sansa Stark, but all his questions were met with short one-word answers and no explanations. Eventually he had given up. She really is such a troublesome wench, he mused irritably.

Well after the last shades of red had disappeared from the horizon Brienne stopped. "Jaime," she started, and then seemed rethink what she was about to say, "We should stop for the night."

Jaime considered this and looked down the beaten game trail they were following. The moon was only a thin sliver in the sky and offered little light, and there were many roots that could trip up the horses in the dark and delay them further. However, he was loathe to stop as well. We must reach Sansa in time. She's my last chance to show that I have more than shit for honor. He had spared Edmure at Riverrun, but it was Catelyn's daughters he had promised. With Arya lost, Sansa was the only one left. But where would I send her once I have her? With Riverrun gone, there is no place safe for her. He considered sending her to Casterly Rock to live with her uncle, but knew that would be no good. Maybe I can set her up as a serving girl in a manse somewhere across the Narrow Sea. But best not think on it now… one challenge at a time.

"The Hound is not like to give the girl up without a fight. You will need your energy." Brienne added when he hadn't answered.

Jaime grimaced. "Little good sleep will do me, I'll still be short a sword hand." He knew he wouldn't have a chance against the Hound, with or without sleep, but Brienne looked as if she were about to fall off her horse. "But as you say, we'll stop for the night."

As they hobbled the horses Jaime heard a chorus of wolf song in the distance. The sound seemed to send ice into his bones. A cold sound, he thought. A song from the north. Perhaps it is a good omen. Or perhaps they are crying for our blood.

There were also outlaws to consider, and suddenly Jaime was aware of how exposed they were. Jaime frowned. Have I fallen so low that I jump at shadows?

After they ate some salt beef Jaime stood. "I'll take the first watch. Get some sleep."

"But Jaime…"

"No." He said firmly. "You need to sleep more than I do. Just for a few hours. I promise."

Brienne looked at him, her mouth open as if she were about to protest. But she only nodded and leaned against a tree. Jaime turned away to face the black night, and wonder how in the world he was going to face the Hound.