Part One

"Could you please go to Rickon's school this afternoon?" Robb asked as he quickly was tying his tie. Looking at his little sister as she held his coffee in her hands.

"I already said I could. You asked me four times within the last two days."

"Did I? I don't remember." He said looking at himself in the hallway mirror. "I'm sorry, I know you also like to work late at the studio, but I need the overtime." He said smiling at her. "Besides, its also really good to know how our little brother is doing in school."

"Its not about his grades, Robb, its about his attitude. His history teacher called and said he was acting up in class." Sansa said handing him his coffee as he walked over to the front door.

"Jon's class?" He asked surprised.

"Whose Jon?" Her eyebrows knitted together in question.

"Jon Snow, Mr Snow. I went to college with him. He got a job at Winterfell Academy. As the 6th grade History teacher." Sasna still looked at her brother with a question look. "Hes the guy I go with on Fridays to watch the football games with. Big Knight Watch fan." Robb rolled his eyes as sansa just wasn't remembering him. "Actually I don't you ever met him. Maybe only Arya has." He said. Looking at his watch, he gave his sister a kiss on the cheek.

"Drive safely." Sansa said as she waved goodbye to her brother. As Sansa shut the front door she walked into the kitchen only to be frightened by her little sister. "What in the seven hells! Arya you have got to make noise when walking around this house." She said looking at her little sister with her police hat in her hands. She was snacking on a bagel as her orange juice was half empty. Sansa went and grabbed her healthy breakfast as usual.

"Honey Bunches of Oats? Really?" Arya asked in a snide remark.

"It has a lot of protein, that keeps me awake while I'm rushing around at the studio." She said as matter of factly. "Probably gives me more energy than your unhealthy bagel." Her reply back was met with an eye roll.

"So why do you have to see Jon for?" Arya questioned. Know it was Sansa's time to roll her eyes. Who ever this Jon was, he had an effect on Arya to even talk about a boy. She won't even let Sasna talk with her about her partner, Gendry.

"Jon, as in Mr. Snow. Rickon's school teacher?" Sansa replied back. Digging into her cereal, she tried to keep the crunching noises to a minimum.

"What other Jon do I know?" She asked with an upturn of the corner of her upper lip.

"Rickon, has been acting up in class, and apparently along with not doing the work, he is also tormenting a couple of the girls in his class. Not to mention, you remember that black eye? He picked a fit with a 8th grader twice his size during lunch, and started to the fight. As far as I'm concerned I'm just glad I am only talking with the teacher and not the principal."

"Jon probably thought talking with him and Robb would solve the problem. Hes a good guy like that." Arya said.

"Does someone have a crush on a Mr. Snow?" Sasna teased. Arya's face went from indifference to disgust.

"Ew! No way. Hes like a brother to me, besides hes Robb's best friend and also he is way too old for me."

"Please, you 21 and the youngest female officer Westeros City. Even when they said you were too young, you just spit their faces and said, I'll show you. Age has never mattered to you." Sansa said with a smile on her face.

"I'm going to work, something you should do." Arya said, downing her orange juice and storming out. Sansa giggled a little at her sisters childish tantrums.

Walking to the front door of the school, Sasna took a deep breath. She arrived right when the meeting was supposed to start, and had no idea where this Mr. Snows classroom was. Winterfell Academy was like a distant dream to her. A Co-ed private academy where the wealthy send their children. Supporting grades 6th through 12th. To her eyes, they seemed to have redone most of the old structure. Walking pass the trophy case, she looked at picture of her former High School boyfriend. His shining smile while holding onto a football. He got a full scholarship to King's Landing Univeristy and dumped her right after graduation for her co cheer captain Margaery Tyrell. She was staring at the boy who was one of the main cause of her humiliation and torture during her senior year that she didn't see the rather large man coming to stand next to her.

"Excuse me miss? May I help you?" Turning a little shock to was staring at a man who was equal to her height if not a couple of inches taller than her.

"Ye-. Yes. I'm looking for a Mr. Snow? They seemed to have changed where the departments are."

"You're looking for Jon? Hes on the third floor, room 312. I can take you there if you want?"

"That would be lovely thank you-uh?"

"Sam. I'm Sam Tarly. I teach Chemistry."

"Thank you Sam." Sansa replied. The walk up the stairs was quiet with little chatter. Sasna didn't know how to really take Sam, but just smile and nodded. He even told a semi funny Chemistry joke that she actually understood. Standing outside of the door, Sasna peered in to see Rickon sitting in a chair near a desk. His eyes locked on with hers, and groaned.

"Thank you again Sam. Saved me from getting lost." She waved goodbye and entered the room.

"I thought Robb was coming?" Rickon groaned.

"Why so you can just get a smack on the head and told not to do bad things anymore. You my little one are grounded."

"We haven't even had the meeting yet."

"This meeting will determine how long you will be grounded for." She replied back. Turning to face the infamous Jon snow, she was slightly started at how handsome he actually was. His black curls where untamed and he had a matching short but he also had a small beard growing. "I'm sorry, you must have been expecting Robb. We haven't been properly introduced, I'm Sansa Stark, Rickon's older sister."

"Its nice to finally meet you as well." His dark intoxicating eyes had her heart start to pound a little. "I'm sorry it had to be under these circumstances." His voice was a mix between something deep and dark with a hint of honey. Sansa couldn't believe that Robb had never introduced them before.

"Yes, well, I would like to figure out what is wrong with Rickon's behavior. What exactly has he done?" She asked taking a seat next to Rickon who just looked bored and for the first time a little scared to Jon. Rickon seemed to be afraid of his older sister.

"Well, first off, he is disruptive during my class, throwing paper, and trash everywhere, talking with the other boys, and even throwing spit balls at girls heads." Sansa turned towards her little brother with a glare.

"Tormenting others while their trying to get a good education?" Sasna said with a look of pure shock.

"But I'm afraid thats not the worst he has done. The main reason I called you in today, so the principal didn't have to take charge of this, is because Rickon three days ago, shoved Tommen Baratheon into his locker and locked him in there so he couldn't get out."

"Little Tommen?" Sansa said turning to her brother. "That boy is the kindest out of the whole entire reacted family. What did Tommen ever do to you?"

"Oh please, you were head cheerleader when you went her. there are still horror stories about what the cheerleaders did to those who didn't meet their qualifications."

"You listen here, Rickon, the only person I ended up really hurting was myself. I was never apart of all of that folly. I was a stupid, immature, little girl then. Truth be told so are you. You keep telling us to treat you like an adult, but you do things like this that are just stupid, immature and down right just plain spitful. Give me one good reason why you would shove Tommen into his own locker?" Rickon slammed his hands down on his chair as he stood up turning to face Sansa complete.

"Because he was talking bad about you. He was tormenting me about everything Joffrey did to you, and how you asked him to. How you never told mom or dad, and let that monster get away with beating you. And how he still torments you with letters, and pictures of the bruises he gave you. Thats why I shoved him into his locker and threw away the key. because as far as I'm concerned that's where the whole bunch them should go." Rickon started to cry and ran out the door to the room. Sansa just sat there. Jon stood up and quietly placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He asked, bending down so his face was lower than hers. Sansa didn't say anything. Just stared at her lap. Trying to will herself not to cry. Finally she swallowed, and in a not so confident voice spoke.

"Please, go calm down Rickon. Can you bring him back?" Her eyes went up to meet his and she didn't realize that tears were escaping her eyes until Jon, reached up and wiped a couple that fell away with his thumb. His calloused hands felt rough and gentle at the same time, making her lips quirk up in a wavering smile. He stood up and went out into the hallway. When he came back only a couple of moments later, Sansa felt a hand on her own. Turning she met the eyes of Sam Tarly. The kind gentle stranger that she had somehow befriended in the hallway. Jon went back to her side where she was.

"Sam is going to stay with you until I can get Rickon okay." She nodded her head as Jon gave her hand a slight squeeze as she was reluctant to let the sudden warm hand go.