A/U from Season 4 episode 3. Sally is about the same age as Arya. Every thing is GRRMs or HBO's - fair use.

Chapter 1. Rabbit Stew.

Sally looked at the strangers in the river bed. Her father told them "There's a storm coming, hay in the barn and Sally here makes rabbit stew just like her mother did. We don't have much but any man who bled for House Tully is welcome to it" She did not like their look but he was her father.

After dinner, when their guests had gone to the barn, her father asked, "Sally, you hardly ever say anything, but I know you see and hear everything."

"They liked the stew, it's maybe a long time since they had a full meal. I don't think they are related and might be the bandits you want him to protect us against. The story about serving House Tully seems made up. When you mentioned the silver the girl looked like you said something wrong. But if they're honest they can do that work you want done. I don't know if they are."

"Sally, this has been our farm since before my great grand father. I know it's been hard on you since your mother died, but if we can hold the farm until peace comes, it will be a dowry to get you a good husband and a good life, if we can get that heavy work done I think we will make it."

Sally couldn't sleep, there was something wrong she couldn't place. She was half asleep when the roof started burning. "Sally get up!" She heard screams and yells and metal clanging. They grabbed the axe and knife and escape rolls and ran to the barn, even without their guests the best plan was to get the horse and run.

Two men were coming at her father. A quick slash of his ax got one - the other had his sword raised at him - all she remembered was a pitchfork and screaming NNNOOOOoooo!

"Father! Father!" Sally cried through her sobbing, "You can't die! I love you!" She was cradling her father in her arms watching him bleed to death.

Gasping for air her father whispered "Sally, I love you. I'm gone, nothing can be done. Go with them to a safe place, give them the silver for payment. - Ser, take my Sally with you she is all I have. . . . Sally, I see your mother - she is calling me. I .lo v . . . " In a few seconds he died.

"It's over Sally" the girl said, "They're all dead. Your father got one and you got another with that pitchfork, the Hound and I got the rest."

"Not fast enough." She sobbed for a long time while the girl sat with her. The man looted the bodies and looked for things to take.

"Wolf-bitch" the man barked, get the silver, we'll take the horse to carry things and go.

"What about her!

"She won't survive the winter and most likely the week, and the dead don't need silver."

The girl screamed "I thought you said you weren't a thief!" If we take her things she should come with us!"

"Shut up and the get the silver."

"You are the worst shit ever!"

The man asked "How many Stark's have to be beheaded before you figure it out?"

The girl stood in shock.

Sally thought "He's right, I'll be dead in a week." and yelled "I can carry my own weight! You two say your tired of eating each others cooking, you liked my rabbit stew. I can ride my fathers horse."

The girl spoke up, "Hound, I'm sick of your cooking, always burnt or raw! Let's bring her, you saw what she did with that pitch fork. She can keep her head in trouble."

"Wolf-Bitch. You cook worse than I do! I can boil fucking water!" he shot back. "Ok, as long as she carries her weight, at least she isn't very heavy."

The girl smiled "Sally call me Nan. He is called The Hound. Don't call me a lady and never call him Ser. You can come with us, share our quarters, which may be a mud hole, and our pot which may be empty, carry your own weight and we will see you some place safe, if one can be found.. If we meet people, we're his daughters."

In short order they buried her father and loaded the horses and were moving. As they rode past the next farm, Sally saw her best friend Rosie lying dead, striped, throat cut, and much blood between her legs, and thought "I could be like that." She shivered and kicked her horse to keep up.