Disclaimer: A Song of Ice and Fire is not my own intellectual property and this piece of work has never and will never be used for commercial purposes.

I'll probably put song lyrics at the beginning of each chapter. They bear no significance to the story other than a theme I feel fits after I've written the chapter. Songs do not influence the piece, but I merely find it an amusing challenge to myself, and to those to guess what the theme of each chapter.

And, I know this has been written about, probably more than 5 times, but, I'm new to the fanfiction world of this series, and I've actually only read one other fanfiction of the two of them together. Suggestions would be most welcome in reviews!

"Only if for a night.
And the only solution was to stand and fight,
And my body was bruised and
I was set alight,
But you came over me like some holy rite."

Prologue-

"Little bird," he said once more, his voice raw and harsh as steel on stone. Then he rose from the bed. "You're coming with me." Sansa's eyes rounded as she felt her body lifted, like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. She squirmed and thought for a moment to shout out in protest, but something held her back. Whether it was the fear of the knife at her throat moments before, the green flames surrounding King's Landing, or the very face she seemed to fear the most, she didn't know. Her voice sealed itself far away from her, and she went limp. 'At least Joffrey can't have me…if he gets me out of here.'

She was thrown down onto the floor, a yelp of pain escaped her lips, shattering the seal that hid her voice. Before she had a moment to realize where they had gone, he shoved a bag over her head, and engulfed her body. Squirming and panicked she tried to kick at his head as she was swung back over his shoulder. "You put me back!" You put me back now! I'll scream!"

"Scream then Little bird, see who saves you." The flat tone chilled her bones and she felt her body still either of its own accord or because fear was controlling her. She didn't know where they were going. He'd said he wanted to go north…but where? Winterfell? It was gone now. Theon Grayjoy had burned it, and her brothers… Her heart squeezed as it mourned for her younger siblings. Her rapid thinking stopped as she thought of her siblings. Most of them dead it seemed. Arya presumed dead, but at least she had escaped the terrors of the Lannisters. Sansa closed her eyes, swaying roughly and uncomfortable from side to side as the Hound continued to move throughout the night. She couldn't see anything but different colors of light from outside the bag, most of them green. Her stomach ached uncomfortably with every step he took. She felt like she was going to be sick.

They paused. Sansa couldn't even see the colors of the wild fire anymore. She could smell horses though. In a swift motion, she was sent from his shoulder to what felt like a horse. She tried to roll but he pushed on the small of her back. "Warning you, Little bird, you move and Stranger'll kick you bloody."

She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to tell him how much she hated him, yet he was doing everything she wished for. She was being taken away from this place. It wasn't the most glorious of ways, no, but at least she was finally leaving, unless he had something else in plan…

She felt him tie rope around the horse's belly and tied it tight around her waist a good several times. She curled her legs up, but her muscles were already protesting. She let them drop, and the bag caught them; hovering them awkwardly over the side of the horse. She was sure she looked quite amusing, which humiliated her.

She heard the Hound mount his horse, the leather saddle creaking a bit with the weight, and they were off into the night, to gods know where.

Chapter One-

She hadn't the slightest clue as to how she fell asleep, but somehow, she had managed within that musty bag to do just so. When she woke, she could see light all around her from the inside of the bag. Was it daylight? The horse moved slowly, at a walk it seemed. They must be far away now. Did the Hound ride all night? It was smart on his part, she admitted, but she still hated him for throwing her into a sack and strapping her to his horse. She fidgeted, half her body had gone numb and she wanted to cry she was so uncomfortable.

"Awake then?" he rasped, allowing a low single laugh to escape his throat.

"I want out of here…now." Her voice was stern, but he only answered with a louder laugh. She wanted to stab him. She felt the horse come to a stop, and the rope that tied her awkwardly over the horse was being loosened away. She was pulled off the horse and dropped roughly onto the ground, her dress getting mud on it. "Excuse me!"

He rolled his eyes. She went up to him, her hand raised, but as quick as lightning he'd grabbed it, his large hand encircled her wrist, crushing her wrist. She grit her teeth in pain, trying to pull away. "Best not try that again, Little bird…" he warned.

"Or what?" she fought back, after he'd released her hand. "You'll beat me? I recall you being the only one of Joffery's Kingsguard that refused to do such!"

He sneered at her, but said nothing for a moment.

She stared at him, glaring daggers.

"Finally a wolf huh?" He walked over to her, picking her up and setting her atop the large horse, before getting behind her. She didn't protest this time. A small victory was held within her heart as she looked at the bag that was now cast to the muddy ground as they cantered away.

The ride was much more comfortable without being in the bag, but she still didn't enjoy his breastplate hitting her back each time the horse moved. Still, she wouldn't complain. He was obviously more than capable of finding another way to sit two atop a horse.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Don't know."

"Then how do you know where your riding?"

"Quit yer chirping, Little bird."

She huffed in annoyance, but she remained silent for the rest of the way. Instead of focusing on his breastplate, she focused on his arms around her. They were large, and most likely toned, but she couldn't tell from all the mail and armor he wore. She knew he was strong, from his size and his brutality in tournaments, but it didn't seem to scare her as much as it had before. He'd said if anyone tried to harm her, he'd kill them… She just hoped it wasn't empty promises. She was getting quite sick of empty promises.

Night fell upon their ride, and Sandor stopped Stranger. He swung off his large stallion first, before picking Sansa up roughly and dropping her to the ground. Her legs caught her fall and she pretended to be unfazed by how he manhandled her.

"We'll sleep here tonight."

She nodded, really unsure how as he'd brought absolutely no supplies, or even bedrolls. "Should I make a fire?"

"No fires," he growled, almost too soon after her statement, that it made her recoil. He seemed to relax a bit. "It'll draw attention," he said more gently.

She sat down in front of a tree, feeling the cold earth below her, hoping her own body warmth could keep her warm tonight. They didn't even have blankets. She watched him tie up Stranger, and remove his white cloak. He threw it at her, without even as much as a glace her way.

The thick fabric smacked into her face, enveloping her arms as she tried to untangle herself.

He laughed. "Don't want you freezing now."

He'd been drunk when he decided to take her, but if he was regretting his decision she wouldn't dare ask. She turned away from him, using his cloak as a blanket as she curled into herself. She still hated him. At one point, he had given her some form of safety, when it came to Joffery, but now, she couldn't remember why she'd even felt that way for a moment. He was dangerous, erratic and unkind. Still…he'd taken her away. That in itself was him protecting her…again.

Song: Only for a Night, by Florence and the Machine